#well yeah i'll gain allowance but like. that's not going to me.

[sylhea-raemi]

Thinking about how i won't be able to get other foreigners after summer abby or clytie it's making me sad already

[lesenbyan]

you know, I might be Stepping In It, but I really hate people's tendency to "you're lucky" when finding out someone's naturally skinny really piss me off.

I'm not saying there's not privilege to being skinny, there absolutely is in this fatphobic world. But as someone who has spent literally over half my life wishing I could gain any fucking weight ever it makes me so fucking mad. I've tried working out, I've had physically demanding jobs, I've tried, back when i could afford it, eating as much as I could handle. I have literal dysphoria about being skinny.

and then when I Go Off at a coworker for being the second person in a week to tell me I'm lucky- while wearing braces digging into my joints bc I am physically too small to wear them right but they don't get smaller- I'm told "oh but you have to realize we never considered the other side" sure! but I'm still allowed to get pissed! you would be too!

[themagical-soup-spaghetti]

Request: Would you be ok with Broppy x male reader….like a polyamorous relationship w them…just a little scenario or something…

A/N: Yeah!! Broppy x male reader coming up :D

Broppy x male reader

Summary: Reader is the newest addition to Poppy and Branch's relationship. He isn't sure how to act knowing that he's dating the queen of pop, and the queen's first boyfriend. Poppy and Branch show Reader that dating them isn't as complicated as he's thinking it's going to be.

Warnings: Fluff, dating, reader is an overthinker, happy ending!

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Y/N woke up to the sun coming through his window. It was a lot brighter than it normally is. He grumbled and covered his eyes so he could adjust before he sat up in his bed. When he fully gained consciousness, he saw Poppy standing at the foot of his bed, a smile on her face.

He was shocked to see the queen in his house, and was wondering what she was doing here, until he remembered that he was dating her and allowed her access to his house at anytime during the day. He smiled back at Poppy as he threw his covers to the side and swung his legs over the side of the bed. He stood up and looked around, seeing Branch standing in the doorway. Y/N was still a little tired, but wanted the two of them to feel welcomed.

"Would you two like anything to drink? Or maybe some breakfast?" Y/N spoke in his morning voice, a bit raspier than his normal voice. It always made Poppy excited when she heard it, and Y/N knew Poppy was waving her hands around while he walked to his kitchen.

"Oh no, we're good." Branch spoke up as he walked into the house and closed the door. Poppy moved and sat down at Y/N's dining room table, along with Branch. "You might want to eat something light if you're going to eat right now, Poppy has something planned."

Y/N leaned on his kitchen counter with a brow raised at Branch before Poppy started to giggle. Y/N smiled and turned to grab a cup of yogurt from his fridge. Once he was done eating his yogurt, he sat down with Branch and Poppy at the table. Poppy started talking, rambling quickly, and Y/N rubbed his sleepy face. "Poppy, slow down. I just woke up.."

"Right, sorry!" Poppy spoke with a smile on her face as she took a breath in, then blew it out. "Ok, so for our one month anniversary, I was thinking we could have a picnic. I have everything set up already at my house and I was just wondering if you would be interested in that!" Y/N took in Poppy's words, and then nodded.

"Sounds good to me, I just need to get ready." Poppy smiled and stood up from her seat quickly, knocking it over. She quickly moved to pick up the chair and put it back where it was before she sat down. Branch stood up as well and walked towards the door.

"Great! I'll go set up right now, you get ready, Branch will take you to the spot when you're done!!" Poppy spoke excitedly as she ran out the door that Branch had opened.

"I'll be waiting outside, take as long as you need." Branch spoke softly as he walked out the door and closed it behind him. As soon as the door was closed, Y/N began to panic. He needed the perfect outfit for today, he forgot where he set his gifts down for Poppy and Branch, he was shaking. He took a deep breath and tried to recall where he put the gifts.

"Under the bed? No.. Uhm.. in the cabinet..? I think so.. I'll check after I'm dressed and ready.."

Y/N got dressed and ready for the day, brushing his teeth and his hair, brushing his teeth again. Then he went the cabinet in the kitchen. No gift. He panicked again. He looked through all his cabinets in the kitchen before he moved and looked under his bed. Not there either. His eyes scanned his entire living space, and then he checked his bedside table. The gifts were on the shelf just below his drawer. He let out a sigh of relief, grabbing the gifts softly. He slipped them under his arm and headed for the door. He fixed his hair one last time before he opened the door and stepped out. Branch smiled at Y/N and held his hand out. "Ready to go?"

"Yeah.."

Branch and Y/N had gotten to the flower field where Poppy had set up their picnic, and she smiled at them widely. "I love your outfit, Y/N!!" Y/N smiled as he sat down on the blanket with Poppy and set the gifts down beside himself. Branch sat down beside Poppy, crossing his legs. It was silent for the first couple minutes, Poppy was rummaging through the picnic basket for what she wanted Branch and Y/N to eat first. Branch started up at the sky, and Y/N was in his own head.

"Are they going to like their gifts? What happens if they don't like their gifts? Am I being weird just staring at them? Maybe I should look somewhere else.. Should I say something? Do they think I'm weird for not saying anything? I should say something.. what would I even say?"

Poppy pulled out a container of cookies from her picnic basket and placed it in between Branch and Y/N. "First course, cookies!" That snapped Y/N out of his thoughts, and he smiled as Poppy handed him a cookie. He examined it, it has little hearts of different colors in it, and a little bunny in the center. He smiled at the cute cookie before taking a bite. It tastes like strawberries!!

"Oh this is great Poppy!" Y/N spoke with a smile. This compliment made Poppy smile even more. She looked over at Branch, who gave her a nod of approval as he continued to eat his cookie.

"Ok, I'm glad you guys like them! I was thinking they might have been a little weird tasting cause of all the different things I added into them. But they were super simple to make which was good but I'm not really all that good at baking. And-"

"Poppy, slow down." Branch spoke softly, holding Poppy's hand with a small smile pressed on his lips. Poppy nodded and lowered her gaze to Y/N's side where the presents were.

"Oh are those for us?? You got us gifts?"

"Oh, yeah! Here," Y/N took the gifts from his side and handed Branch and Poppy each one gift. They were wrapped with colorful wrapping paper, and each had a white bow on top of them. The names on the packages were written in cursive. Branch admired the packaging for a while while Poppy tore open the gift. It was a scrapbook of all the things the three of them had done together since they started dating. Poppy stared at the scrapbook, flipping through the pages. Her eyes teared up a bit before he sniffed and looked up at Y/N.

"You scrapbooked, for me?" Poppy spoke softly. "I love it, thank you." She hugged the scrapbook to her chest before he began to flip through the pages again. Branch then opened his gift and was shocked to see a new vest, hand sewed by Y/N.

Branch smiled and thanked Y/N before he took off the best he was wearing to put on the new vest. "How do I look?" Poppy looked at him and smiled widely.

"Great." Poppy and Y/N said in unison.

Maybe dating the queen and her first boyfriend wasn't as complicated at Y/N thought it was.

[lemonjestercoffee]

so i said something about alicorns being funky in my last mlp redesign post yeah? well before i get into that-

the beautiful bride and the ugly ass groom

okay okay jokes aside here's Shining's real sheets and Cadance on her own

starting off with design choice notes

Shining Armor - his was like- really hard to figure out and i didn't really know what i was doing, but i did like the concept of him having lost a leg in some sorts of battle. one thing i did know what i was doing with tho was his armor, i never really liked the canon armor so i decided to take my own stab at it. decided to make it cover the more important areas better, added gambeson underneath, put a royal crest on it, and gave them a head weapon. yes the metal horns are on all species armor, it's there not only to protect real horns from oncoming attacks but also give all soldiers an emergency weapon if they get disarmed. the tassels would be colored differently depending on rank

Cadance - the only through i really had going into her design was i wanted her to have a cloud and heart motif, but i'm unsure if the way i handled it is the best. her cutiemark is meant to resemble a Mexican sacred heart because deity of love- like come on. i also wanna kinda change the color of the carnation in her hair to stand out more, but white carnations have a different meaning so it's fiiiinee

okay now what we really wanna hear about, what the fuck did i do to the alicorns?

i decided to tamper with their lore quite a bit, as i was inspired to by the Skyscraper Gods Au by Shirecorn. now mine is no were near as drastic as that au, obviously, but it did inspire me to come up with my own quirks for them.

i went more "alicorns are more like the elves of ponies but because they can only be made by some unexplained rare mystical intervention and live for fuck off long, normal ponies see them as demigods of sorts". i've even given them things like groups or locations that they act as patrons of and prioritize above other things, but that stuff gets a little rambley so imma not do that on this post

for the anatomy tho, i can talk. i'll be using Twilight as a visual example because she's the one i've drawn in all stages

so basically the concept here is pretty similar to the canon, but with some funky add-ons.

first up- when an alicorn ascends, not only do they gain the wings/horn combo and grow an inch, they also gain some other unique anatomy from the other species.

Unicorn- along with the horn, they also receive the ear tip tufts i gave unicorns. these actually have a purpose, they're sensitive to magic energy and allow unicorns to tell where magic is coming from. depending on the unicorn they vary in sensitivity but alicorns are by far the most sensitive Pegasus- along with the wings, the get some of the extra feathers pegasai have on their bodies, namely the ones on their ankles that are used for finer trajectory adjustments in flight. they also receive the sensitivity of their hooves that's used to pick up changes in cloud texture and sense their stability Earth Pony- earth ponies may seem like they don't add shit, but they actually give two very important things. the first thing is a strength boost, as they're stronger than the other two pony species by nature. the other thing is dense as fuck hooves. that sounds kinda lame but they have rock hard hooves that allow for them to dig into dense materials and have a kick with some real bite in it that the others just can't replicate and might tear their own hooves up trying. they also add the visible fluff in the ear canal. but that's just a dust filter and if isn't cleaned properly might actually be more of hindrance

it's worth noting- if you look at Cadance and Twilight side by side- that despite being given extra anatomical traits from the other species they will always look more like the species they were before ascension. this is mostly visible in the ears, tails, and hoof shapes -unicorns have long tails with hair only growing from the underside, basic ears, narrower hooves, and usually have long fetlocks as part of their culture. -pegasai have short tails that are completely covered with hair and have rudder feathers at the base, pinned back feathery ears with restricted movement, and really shallow hooves with no fur around them -earth ponies have medium tails with even hair growth around a third of the way down, basic ears, and slightly taller hooves with varying fetlock sizes.

second up- the only uniquely alicorn physical traits that they really have (aside from height) are their hair and beards. unlike normal pony beards that are made of the same hair as their manes, alicorn beards are made of coat fur and will grow a specific length each year that marks how old they are kinda like tree rings. due to this the alicorns don't try to cut them. the manes are kinda funky cause they start out at the roots as normal hair, but then become more "ethereal" after a few inches or so. they tend to start to become ethereal roughly 10 years after ascension

they do have one more weird trait but it's less noticeable and that's the thing with the patterns. when an alicorn is first ascended they gain an extra pattern on their legs, and that pattern gains a second layer around the time they start to get their ethereal manes. you can see it happening on Twilight's lineup.

there's also a bonus thing here that has nothing to do with alicorns as much as it does unicorns- but i like the idea of Unicorn tails (flesh/bone, not hair) getting longer with age. it's usually not too noticeable because they don't normally live long enough for it to be really noticeable compared to younger unicorns, but alicorns do- so former unicorns can end up with some long ass tails in their 1000's

that's all i really got now- if i added in magic and social stuff this would have been way longer. i'm done with my rambles

[shuhwaa]

Miyeon | Princess [M]

(G)I-dle Miyeon x fem!reader words: ~1.2k genre: smut (dom!Miyeon, her riding reader's face, ninety-six, hair pulling, oral & fingering (all reader receiving), she calls the reader princess) warnings: none

It's when you feel like you could drown in her sweet kisses and the way she runs her fingertips down your bare back that you just can't help yourself but reach out to her. Pressing your palms against her body, she merely allows you to move them down to her hips once, before she breaks the kiss and shoots you a warm but strict look.

"Princess..." her voice resounds in your ears, and though she speaks quietly you can unmistakably hear the warning behind the nickname. Too stunned to move, you wait until Miyeon wraps her fingers around your wrists and removes your hands from her body herself, and you gulp when her lips form a smile. "Did I tell you to touch me?" she asks and you weakly shake your head. "That's right." She draws closer to you, sitting on the bed in front of her and she puts her hand at the back of your neck, fingertips playing with the strands of your hair. Her lips hovering above your ear, she leans in to press a firm kiss to the side of your face before adding, 

"There's rules to every game, you know. And you should follow them if you want a reward."

"Yes..." you gulp, looking up at her when she pulls back.

"That's my good girl," she whispers, sending shivers down your spine. "Now be good and I'll take care of you, yeah?" You nod, feeling yourself growing smaller in front of her, and at the same time more and more turned on. You press your thighs together as a wave of heat rushes to your core, and your girlfriend doesn't miss a beat to comment on the action.

"What? Are you that horny?" Miyeon asks, warmth returning to the way she looks at you and she extends her hand to capture your chin, brushing her thumb against the skin on your cheek.

"Y-yes..." you respond.

"You're even admitting it? So cute..." she whispers, an amused smile gracing her lips and then she closes the distance between you again. You melt under her touch as she kisses you, tongue meeting yours as she sets the pace. When you part eventually, you're out of breath, and you watch as your girlfriend rids herself of the remainder of her clothes in front of you. Then she gives your shoulders a push, and it doesn't take more than that for you to lie down flat on your back, awaiting her next move.

"My sweet princess..." she calls out to you as she crawls on top of you, leaving a trail of feathery kisses up your stomach and the valley of your breasts. "You wanna touch me so badly, hm?"

"Mhm," you whine in response, but you don't move - you know better than to act without her permission.

"Then I have just the perfect idea for you," she announces, and as she crawls further up in order to position her core right above your face, it dawns on you what she wants. With her fingers now entangled in your hair as she slightly tugs at it, she speaks, "Make me cum and I'll reward you, princess." You gulp, even just the thought of having her cum on your tongue making your head spin. 

"Okay," you mutter in response. "I'll make you feel good." Placing your hands on her hips now to bring her in, you peek up at her to watch her face for a reaction. And then, when you let out a shaky breath and you press a kiss to her pussy, you can hear her sigh in contentment. Gaining courage to keep going from her reaction, you lick a stripe all the way up to her clit, and when you begin drawing shapes onto it with the tip of your tongue, she moans. 

"That's right..." Miyeon sighs, massaging your scalp with her fingers in your hair. "You're doing so well, princess..." The praises falling from her lips turn you on even more, and they make you eager to please her as best you can. So you hum against her core, and you dip your tongue inside her for but a moment, only to return to her sensitive bud a second later. Moaning at her taste, you earn yourself some more words of praise, and eventually she begins rolling her hips against you.

"Shit, baby... you're doing so well..." She's supporting herself with one hand holding onto the frame of her bed, and with the other she's pulling on your hair now, and everytime you whine at the pain you send a wave of vibrations up her core, making her moan at you in turn.

"Babe, wait," she says eventually, pulling away from you, and while catching her breath she adds, "I know something better... I think you deserve your reward." And then you watch as she changes position, lying down next to you on her side and prompting you to do the same, so you're facing each other's core. Burying her face between your legs, she tells you to keep going, and when the sensation of her taste on your lips mixes with her lapping at your folds, you can't help but whine her name.

"M-miyeon..." you call out to her, and you feel her digging her nails into your ass in response, as if to urge you on to keep going. With both of you moaning at the ministrations of the other, lips wrapped around each other's clit, it doesn't take long for you to see your high fast approaching. Still, Miyeon is the first to cum, withdrawing from your pussy for a few seconds as she moans your name throughout her orgasm. Only when she comes back down does she go back to eating you out. Getting on all fours so she's hovering above you now, she trails a few quick kisses down the inside of your thigh as you whine impatiently.

"I'll make you feel so good, princess..." she mumbles as she makes you spread your legs for her, and when you feel her sliding two fingers inside your wet cunt with ease, you throw your head back and you cry out. Sucking on your clit a bit harshly as she fingers you, the mixture of the pain and the pleasure is gradually making you go insane, and with your arms wrapped around her hips above you, you cling to her with your nails dug into her flesh.

"M-miyeon... d-don't stop...!" you find yourself begging as you shut your eyes tightly. She hums against your pussy in response, going at just the right speed, and you instinctively buck your hips into her touch. Just a few more repetitions of her movements and you feel yourself clenching around her fingers as your high overwhelms you, moaning her name repeatedly throughout.

As the last aftershocks have passed and you're trying to catch your breath, she lies down beside you, wrapping her arms around your frame while letting you rest your head on her chest. Combing her fingers through your hair in soothing motions now, she waits for you to open your eyes and to look at her with a loving smile sitting on her lips.

"You were amazing..." she praises you, pressing a kiss to your temple and you can't do anything but return her smile. "Should I run us a bath, princess? Or do you wanna stay like this a little longer?"

[yourfavoritewitchbitch]

Evermore - Steve's Ending

Series Summary: It's been 7 years since the love of your life left you behind for his career. When he decides to come back, is it too late to start anew? Will you decide to start over or realize what's been right in front of you this whole time?

Just a small note: Thank you all for sticking around with me on this small journey! Enjoy!

Masterlist found here!

18+ Only! MDNI!

Warnings: Reader is referred to as "Peach". AFAB reader. Tad bit if angst at the beginning, mostly fluff. SMUT. Unprotected P in V. Creampie.

Word Count: 6k

You turned the car around to head over to a house you knew fairly well. You’d been here a couple of times since he had moved Wayne out of Forest Hills.

The black sedan he’d rented sat in the drive as you pulled in behind it, shutting the ignition off and taking a deep breath. You sat there a few moments trying to gather yourself.

You slowly moved from the driver’s seat, as your feet that currently felt like chunks of lead, carried you up the drive. You took the steps one by one until you were face to face with the door.

You hesitantly lifted your fist, knocking three quick times, holding your breath in the process.

Muffled voices came through, he was standing before you as the door swung open. Bright eyes, but a little surprised to see you.

“Peach.” He breathed out.

“Hi Eddie.” You smiled, genuinely. Deep down he knew why you were here. “Can I come in?”

“Sure, sure.” He nodded, moving out of the way for you to enter.

You followed him into the kitchen. “Want something to drink?”

“No, I’m good. Come, sit with me.” He took the chair across from you, bracing for the worst.

“Eddie, I just came to tell you that our kiss wasn’t a mistake, but it made me realize that I should have closed that chapter of my life when you left me. I need to move forward, so should you.” You watched his whole demeanor deflate.

“You shattered my heart, and I was waiting for a different version of you to come back home. We're in such different places in our lives now. I… I’m sorry.”

“Yeah, yeah. I get it. It’s not like I wasn’t expecting it, Peach. But uh… You’ll be seeing me around. I’m not leaving Hawkins. I’m staying with Wayne for a while. Taking some steps to stay sober.”

“Eddie, that’s great. I’m so proud of you!” beaming at him. God he was going to miss that.

“Yeah, already smoothed it over with the boys.”

You both grew silent. Unsure of what to say next.

“Peach, it's ok. I shouldn't have been expecting you to drop everything and pick up where we left off like everything was fine. I can't tell we’ve both changed.” His eyes told a different story, but you didn't say as much.

“So, I guess I'll be seeing you around Hawkins. Come by the Hideout sometime. Maybe you can show these kids you can still rock.” You grinned as he laughed.

“Sure! I'll do that.” His smile grew, but you were unsure if he'd actually take you up on the offer.

“Well, I've got to get going.”

“I'll, uh… walk you out.”

You both stood, him leading the way opening the door as you began to descend the stairs.

“Hey Peach, maybe when you are ready to love someone again, don’t look so far, huh?”

You looked at him, brows pinched in confusion.

“What are you talking about Eddie?”

“You’ve always been oblivious when it comes to him.” Letting out a hearty chuckle. “Bye Peach. I’ll see ya’ around.”

You’ve always been oblivious when it comes to him.

Those words tumbled around in your head as you drove back home.

You didn't want to accept the fact that Eddie saw something you hadn't yet admitted to yourself.

A few days have passed since your conversation with Eddie. You felt you were in a better place, feeling lighter and finally allowing yourself to move on gaining the closure you finally needed.

Steve and Robin weren't entirely convinced. You outwardly seemed fine, but they hovered and watched to make sure you didn't shrink inside yourself.

It was Robin who suggested it.

“Why don't we have a sleepover? Just the three of us like old times?” She blurted out as you all met for lunch one afternoon.

“Who'd watch Maddie?” Steve asked. He didn't want to impose on anyone knowing she usually stayed with either of you if he was busy.

“I'm sure Vickie won't mind. Maddie loves her. Peach, you in?” Looking toward you, wide eyes seemingly begging.

“Why not?” You shrugged.

She couldn't contain the grin that spread across her face as she reached over and hugged you.

“Yes! I'll bring a couple of movies and we can make some popcorn. Could even bring my old sleeping bag. Camp out in the living room all night…”

“I'm stopping you right there Rob.” Steve cut her off before her rambling really picked up. “I’m not 18 anymore. My back and body aren't going to lay on the floor all night.”

You laughed out as she threw a fry at him.

“Party pooper.”

“Daddy, I wan see Peach! I wan go with you and Bobby!” Maddie was protesting from the back seat as he drove over to drop her off with Vickie for the night.

“It's for adults only tonight. You stay at Peach's all the time it's daddy and Bobby's turn. Right? It's not fair you get to have all the fun.” He watched through the rearview as her scrunched brows softened as she thought over his words.

“Just for one night Daddy!” She finally settled down.

“Right, baby. One night.” He let out a small laugh, smiling to himself knowing how much she loves you as she finally busied herself with looking out the window.

He pulled into Robin's, helping Maddie from her seat as she made a beeline for the door. Knocking excitedly, not giving Steve a second glance when Robin opened it.

“Hey bug! Vickie's in the kitchen getting some yummy snacks together.” She said, bending down to greet her.

She stood, meeting Steve carrying all of Maddie's overnight gear.

“Hey Dingus!” She said, taking her small Baby Bop backpack from him.

“Ready to go?” He placed the rest of her stuff on the couch.

“Uh… about that.” He snapped his head toward her. “Don't get mad, but I'm not going.” She anxiously smiled, trying to deflect, holding up her hands.

“This was your idea, Robin! What do you mean you aren't going?” He huffed, placing his hands on his hips.

“And this was also my idea. You can go have a nice night. Look,” she produced a couple of rentals. “You can watch a couple of movies and talk about your feelings. Perfect! And you'll have all night to do…things. Whatever you get up to.”

She grinned wide, proud of herself and her foolproof plan as she looked back at his very unamused frown.

“Steve, just listen to me. She turned Eddie down and it's so painfully obvious to everyone but you two. You're both idiots. Just talk to her! Tell her how you feel! I'm tired of seeing you mope around.”

“I do not mope, and I just don't think I should bring it up right now.” He sighed, already exasperated.

“When's the right time, Steve? You've had 7 years to make a move. You know where she stands with Eddie. It's now or never!”

She grabbed his hand, pulling him toward and out the door.

“Now go!” Shoving the VHS tapes into his chest.

“Have fun!” Slamming the door in his face, not letting him argue or protest.

“Shit.” He breathed out, knowing she was right.

You'd gotten the house ready. Grabbing extra blankets for the living room, in case Robin held you to actually staying in there all night.

It would be good for you to spend time with them.

You totally hadn't been ignoring Steve because you were trying to hide from him and your rather obvious feelings, right?

After Eddie's comment it had you questioning everything. You and Steve were best friends, he wasn't in love with you. Was he?

Your inner crisis had to wait as you heard the front door open.

The hugs that lasted a little longer, the soft touches and sweet looks… fuck.

“Peach?” Steve called out.

“In the kitchen! I'm making your favorite by the way.” You called back, as he came into view.

“Hi.” He grinned, waving as he entered, sitting his overnight bag down on the counter.

“Hi. Where's Rob?” You looked past him, expecting her to follow in behind.

“Uh, she's not feeling well.” He placed his hands into his pockets, shrugging. “Guess it's just us tonight.”

“And that's a bad thing? You look like someone kicked your puppy.” You eyed him warily.

“No, I just didn't want you to be disappointed. S’all.” Shrugging again as he took a seat at the bar, noticing the way his cheeks blushed slightly. Steve was so painfully pretty. The way his shirt was tight over his chest and biceps when he leaned his arms on the counter, had you staring just a little too long.

“Why would I be disappointed? You're my best friend Steve. I love spending time with you.” You smiled, and turned back to the stove, trying to hide the way that your own cheeks heated at your thoughts.

“Steve, are you okay?” Knocking him from his current train of thought.

Best friend. Best friend. Best friend. He didn't need any reminders. His head and heart were both at odds with themselves already. And you were standing there looking absolutely beautiful in just a hoodie and some old shorts, his hoodie. Fuck.

“Hmmm, yeah. I'm fine. Need some help?” He smiled, trying to hide any hint of discomfort.

You put him to work chopping some veggies for a salad. It was easy with him. The way you both moved so fluid around the kitchen. Easing around each other because you've done it a million times before.

Steve was relaxing a little more as you chatted and got the rest of the food prepared but you could tell something was still bothering him.

“Hey Stevie,” catching his attention with a cupcake you pulled from a covered dish on the counter. “Want to ruin our appetites with dessert first?”

“Yes, please. God, I love your cupcakes.” He went to take it, but you pulled it back just out of reach, making him frown with his perfect pouty lips on display. Perfectly pouty and kissable lips.

You slowly peeled the liner from the spongy cake, as he watched you intently.

“You can have one, once you tell me what's bugging you.” You took a bite, with an over exaggerated hum of satisfaction. “Mmmm, so good.”

Frosting was left behind on your lip, that you quickly licked away, he couldn't help but watch the way your mouth moved. It was so unfair the way you were torturing him without even knowing it.

You, on the other hand, were completely aware of the way he was currently licking his own lips watching you.

“Here, have a bite you pouty baby.” Relenting and pushing the cake up toward him.

Instead of letting him take a bite, you shoved it a little upward. Frosting now dotting the end of his nose and top lip, he put his hands on his hips as you flew into a fit of giggles.

“Oh, yeah okay. Laugh it up.” Tongue in his cheek, trying not to give himself away. It was good to hear your laughter. Opposed to the tears you'd been shedding the last couple of times he's seen you.

He turned, dragging his finger through the frosting of another cake and holding it up.

“Paybacks a bitch, Peach.” Wiggling it toward you.

“No, Steve. No.” You started to back up but were caught in the corner of the counter. Nowhere to run as he advanced toward you.

He quickly grabbed the wrist that was still holding onto the chocolatey cake so you couldn't use it against him, as you tried to push him away, but his arms were longer than yours, hand pressed to his chest, still protesting. Easily maneuvering, he plopped the frosting at the end of your nose.

“There now we're even.” His laughter rang out, but he didn't make an attempt to pull away just yet wondering if you were going to try to keep this little game going.

You smiled, watching the way his eyes crinkled with his big, bright grin but then it suddenly felt too hot in the small space. His chest expands with each breath, warm beneath your fingers. All too aware when his laughter faded, and you were left staring at each other.

“Steve?” You asked, almost breathless.

“Yeah?” He searched your eyes for an answer. Anything to give him the go ahead.

“You can let go of my wrist now.”

“Right, sorry.” He let go, but you still felt his lingering warmth. He'd touched you countless times before but this felt different.

You reached for the napkins beside you, wiping the frosting from your nose. He stood there watching you until you pressed the napkin to his face, wiping the remnants from him as well. He exhaled a little loudly, as if he had been holding his breath.

He backed up, but you grabbed his forearm, holding his gaze, his caramel, mossy lined eyes staring back at you curiously.

You didn't realize the moment you inched forward, but your feet and body seemed to be moving on their own accord.

“Steve?” Inching forward still.

“Yeah?” He swallowed, eyes darting down to your lips and back up.

“Do… you want to kiss me?” Coming out a little raspy.

“Do you want me to kiss you?” He asked, hesitantly reaching his hands up to rest on your hips.

Your hand travels to his cheek, stubble prominent from the day scratching at your palm as your thumb barely traces his bottom lip. Hearing his breath hitch sends you into overdrive.

His fingertips find the exposed skin at your side as your (his) hoodie rides up, gripping just a little harder onto your plush, warm skin.

You're telling yourself to stop, but the back of your mind is telling you to dive, to fall headfirst because he'll be there to catch you, no matter what happens.

Your nose finally grazes his, chests pressing together. You close your eyes, lips grazing his as you speak.

“Is this what you want?”

His only answer is closing the small distance between you.

The moment your lips meet it feels like they tell you how it's supposed to feel in all those fairytales and movies. All those stories could never prepare you for the reality of it. Like it was always meant to be.

It was warm sunshine on your skin after winter’s long embrace. Heating you from the inside out.

His lips are softer than you expected, faintly tasting of the cherry Chapstick he always keeps in the car, as your lips mold perfectly to his.

He gently tilts his head, nose pushed into your cheek. He’s pulling your hips into his, tongue grazing your bottom lip, a silent plea as you grant him the access he so desperately craves.

He's dreamt of this very moment more times than he would like to admit.

He's hoping, praying it isn't a dream he's going to wake up from at any moment. He's barely had a taste and can't get enough. He'll never have enough of you.

His mind's racing, your lips, tongue, the way you taste. It's all he can think about.

Your tongues glide along one another, as your hand reaches the nape of his neck, trying to pull him closer as he backs you up into the counter.

Your kiss gets a little more needy, pulling at each other.

Pushing his hips into yours, his hard length presses into your lower stomach as he swallows another wanton moan drawn from you.

He surprises you when his hands suddenly wander to your ass kneading a moment before hauling you up quickly to sit on the counter making you break away from him with a loud squeak, hanging onto his neck.

He easily slots himself between your parted thighs bringing his forehead to yours, gently squeezing the plush of your hips, then moving to rest his hands on each of your thighs. Thumbs rubbing softly across your bare skin, just skimming under the fabric of your thin shorts.

His eyes were blown wide, as he stared down at you. The caramel mossy irises now just a small ring, rimmed around the almost black pools full of lust mixed with adoration.

“Is… is this, okay?” He asks, giving you an out.

“Yeah, Stevie. It's better than okay.” You rake your fingers through his hair, pushing it back from his face.

“I.." "we" you both began.

Laughing at the absurdity of it all. This was Steve, your best friend for the better part of your lives but it was suddenly a little stifling.

You felt bashful under his gaze. Cheeks heating at the possibilities of what might come next.

You wanted him. All of him. Knowing right then and there that one night would never be enough with him.

Grabbing the front of his shirt, you pulled him forward with ease as your lips meet once more. The timidness long gone; you were both greedy. In dire need of more.

Your hands grasp the fabric in your hold, as his begin to roam. Up past your thighs, landing on your hips once more. Trailing up a little further under the hoodie, his fingers found your exposed waist. The soft touch sending goosebumps across your flesh and a little spark to your core making you release a breathy moan that made him grin into your kiss, knowing just his touch could pull those sweet little sounds from you.

His thumb grazed the underside of your breast, making you keen into his touch, craving more, rolling your hips forward looking for a little friction.

Realizing you weren't wearing a bra underneath, he groans, pulling away slightly as if asking for permission, searching your face for any hesitation. You nod quickly, unable to hide your desperation.

His lips found your jaw as his large hand engulfed you fully under your shirt, kneading you softly before his thumb grazes over your nipple causing it to peak stiffly under his touch.

“Fuck, Steve.” You whine out, pushing your chest further into his palm, your head falling back, exposing more of your throat to him.

His lips find a sweet spot right below your jaw, sucking lightly before soothing it with his hot tongue.

You slowly move your hand down his chest and abdomen, hesitating just a moment before you find the outline of his stiff cock beneath his jeans. He hisses lowly as you palm him, breath hitching, hips bucking on their own, as he stops his current ministrations.

“Peach, I… fuck…” his forehead meets yours, arm curling around your waist, pulling you toward him as your core finally meets him.

You roll your hips into his, clit catching on the denim through the fabric that separates you so cruelly, wrapping your legs around his lithe waist holding him there as you moan in unison.

You look up at him through your lashes, he looks as wrecked as you feel, and he hasn't even touched you where you need him the most.

His eyes are closed tightly, brow pinched, and lips parted, releasing a shaky exhale.

“Steve?” You ask.

“Hmmm? Yeah?” Finally looking at you.

“Bedroom?” You smile, tucking your bottom lip between your teeth.

“Yes. Fuck, please.” He nodded, helping you down from the counter. Your body pressed tightly to his as you slid down.

He grinned that soft, lopsided smile as you took his hand in yours pulling him out of the kitchen. He held onto you tightly as you raced up the stairs, giggling like a couple of horny teens.

Pushing your bedroom door open, you swallowed the lump that seemed to be stuck in your throat, as he hesitated at the threshold. An invitation to your bedroom meant more than just sleeping over as friends.

There was a line drawn that you were about to cross. It would mean something more, be something more.

Kissing him had been toeing the line, this would be jumping headfirst.

"Are you sure this is what you want?" He asked whether for you or him you weren't sure.

"I'm sure. I want you, Steve. I… I need you.”

He crossed the threshold, kicking the door shut behind as he entered. Closing the small distance between you in just a few short strides.

One arm snaked around your back, the other palm to your cheek, fingers extending into your hair.

He pulled your face close, nose gliding down the slope of yours as your forehead met his. You moved your hands, one to his bicep and the other on top of the hand that held your cheek.

"Say it again, please." His lips grazed your top lip as he spoke. Wanting to take your mouth fully but he needed to hear those words once more. Making sure it's what you want. Confirming you want this just as badly as he does.

"Steve, I want you. I want all of you.”

That was all it took. His lips met yours once more. A searing kiss but had you begging for more. It was sloppy, teeth and tongues clashing.

He moved forward into your space, your hips meeting his. Taking the hint, you started to walk backwards toward the bed all the while, your lips massaged across his.

When you reach the edge of the bed, he guides you back to lay down. Caging you in. Slotting himself between your thighs as he pressed his clothed length where you need it the most, rolling his hips slightly.

He suddenly stops, body a little rigid and huffs out a small laugh fanning out across your face.

“What? What is it?” Searching his features, a little dopey smile as he pinched his nose.

"Fuck. I uh…," he giggled then. "I don't have a condom; not like I've had any action in… oh I don't know. How old is Maddie, again?"

You lightly smacked his arm and laughed out as well.

It was so sweet, watching him struggle with the words but you weren't any better off.

You looked at him, all innocent eyes when you spoke.

“Thank God for birth control, right? I'm on the pill Steve. You can even cum in me, if you want.”

His dick throbbed with your words, as he buried his head into your neck and groaned.

“You can't say shit like that. I'm already so fucking hard.”

“I know, I can tell. Now take your clothes off.” Nipping lightly at his jaw.

In one swift motion, he sits back on his heels, pulling his shirt over his head. You can't help but admire his bronzed body, still kissed by the summer sun. You've seen him shirtless plenty of times, but it was like seeing him for the first time in a new light.

Your eyes follow the hair from his chest down to the top of his jeans.

“Your turn.” He smirks, as he helps you sit up, taking it upon himself to find the hem of his hoodie and pull it up slowly over your body.

The moment you can't see, hoodie up over your eyes, your chest is exposed. You hear his breath hitch just a moment before you feel his lips latch to your pert nipple. So caught off guard, you barely wrenched the fabric off of your head letting out an obscenely loud moan as he lays you back on the mattress.

“Fuck, Steve.” Your hands find his hair and tugs as he moves to the other, swirling his tongue over you. His hand glides down your soft stomach slipping past the top of your shorts.

You suck in a breath, as his fingers brush past your clit, delving between your already soaked folds making your back arch off the bed with a whine.

His mouth leaves you with a pop.

“You're soaked, honey.” He grins, pulling his hand away, placing his lips back across your chest.

“Tease,” you cry out as he smiles against your skin.

He pulls back once more, hooking his fingers into your shorts, pulling them down and tossing them somewhere across the room. He takes a moment to appreciate you. Eyes not sure where to land.

“You're so beautiful, Peach.” He hums, getting up to pull his own pants off. He unbuttons them, locking eyes with yours, pushing them and his boxers down in one swift motion.

You knew he was big, but all those rumors from high school were true, he was huge. Your mouth hung open just a little, as you watched him spit into his palm bringing it back down to tug on his stiff cock. He was long and thick, curving slightly upward. His ruddy tip leaking a pearly bead of precum, as his thumb glides over the top smearing it back down his length.

“Fuck, Steve.” The sight has your cunt clenching around nothing, aching to be filled.

He crawls back over you, pushing your thighs apart, so he can see your pussy on full display for him. Your folds glisten with your slick, making his cock kick up at the sight before him.

“All that for me? Fuck… Peach, I'm going to be honest with you. I need to feel you, I need to be inside of you but I'm probably not going to last.”

You giggle at his confession, endearing as it was.

“It's okay, I need you too. Please, just fuck me, Steve.”

Your words, your body, everything has such an effect on him. He's afraid as soon as he gets in he's going to blow his load right then and there.

He leaned in to kiss you once more. Less feverish, less needy. Languidly his lips move against yours. Tongues intertwined, tasting and taking from each other all you were willing to give.

He was leaned up on one arm by your head, reaching between you both, fingers dancing across your slit before pushing through your folds, easing into your entrance.

Your head flew back at the sudden intrusion, mouth going slack, as he began to circle your clit with his thumb pumping his fingers slightly.

“So fucking tight, I… fuck. I need you.”

He pulled his fingers away, taking hold of himself and slid it in between your folds. Bumping your clit, once, twice, three times, moaning out his name. He could die a happy man hearing you so breathless for him just for him.

He lined himself up with your entrance. The tip slightly breaching, already feeling like he's going to split you open.

He pressed in, inch by inch, already keening into him from the feeling of his girth breaching your walls, filling you completely. You moaned into each other's mouths. No longer kissing, exchanging short, labored breaths.

Your eyes were closed, relishing in the stretch, the slight burn trying to accommodate him as he bottomed out.

"Steve," you breathed out.

"Mmmm, yeah?" Almost too gone in the feeling of you.

"You can move." You giggled, as he groaned again.

"Yeah, just… I need just a minute." He breathed out, a little ragged. Trying to compose himself.

You let out a small giggle as you nodded.

"Don't, I can feel you moving when you laugh. You're clenching me.”

"Sorry, Stevie." You kissed his forehead, at the same time he moved his hips, withdrawing almost all the way before sheathing himself back in, burying himself completely.

Whatever you were about to say, died on your lips as you gasped, the feeling knocking the breath from you.

He set a pace that had you both moaning. You gripped his shoulders to ground yourself in the feeling of him.

"Oh God, Steve. Y'… You feel so good." He wasn't rushing, his pace near languid. You could feel every ridge and vein moving within your walls.

He hummed in response.

"You feel so much better than I could have imagined. So fucking tight, so fucking warm."

"You thought about this alot, hmm?" You quipped.

"Yeah, yeah. I have." He kissed your lips once more. A peck before slightly picking up the pace.

In and out. In and out. The heat in your belly started to pool. He was stimulating that spot within you with each pass, as your cunt fluttered around him.

“Fuck, are… are you close?” He hissed out, hips starting to lose their rhythm.

“Yeah, but I know you are too. Cum in me Steve.”

Your words hurdled him over the edge. His lower stomach tightened as he began to spill within you. Thick ropes of his cum painted your walls. A few more languid thrusts, he stilled. Falling forward, chests pressed impossibly close. He let his head fall in the juncture of your neck.

You reached up, fingers playing with his hair lightly at the nape of his neck.

“I'm so sorry. You… I thought you might be closer. It's just been so long, and you felt so fucking good.” Coming out a little muffled, lips pressed to your skin.

“Steve,” you pressed on his chest, “it's okay.”

“No, no. It's not. Can I taste you? I just want you to feel good too.��� Sitting up, his face lit up at the prospect.

“Yeah, but you just came…”

“It's ok baby, just lay back. I'll take care of you.” His lips curled into a devilish smirk, as he finally pulled out his softening cock. His spend leaking slowly out of you, onto the sheets below.

“God, you're a mess baby.”

He pulled your legs apart, pushing himself onto the mattress, face so close to where you wanted him. His broad palm held one thigh, as he began trailing light kisses to the other.

“Please, don't tease me.” You whined, as his tongue licked a broad strip up your folds, the tip circling your clit, effectively cutting you off.

“Oh fuck, Steveeeee.” You whined out, hips bucking up, as he pushed you back down, pinning you in place.

His lips sucked your clit harshly, tongue swirling over the bundle of nerves setting you a blaze, humming as you tugged his tousled locks.

His finger circled your entrance, a mixture of his cum and your arousal making it easy to slip his finger in, pulling it back and quickly adding another.

He began pumping, then curling upward to reach that spot that would have you seeing stars in no time.

“Oh, Steve.” Breathless, as you brought your hands up to your breasts pinching your nipples. It didn't go unnoticed, as he groaned watching you.

“Fuck, your perfect,” he murmured into your pussy. Quickly pressing his tongue back to you moving rapidly, fingers continuing their assault against your frontal wall.

“Right… right there. Don't stop!” He kept the pace, lifting his eyes to watch you come undone.

Your eyes fluttered closed, brows pinched tight with concentration. You were so close now.

A few more licks and fingertips brushing that perfect spot, you gasped out. It felt like you were on fire from the inside out. It was pure bliss as those fireworks flew behind your eyes.

“That's it, baby. Come on my fingers. Come f’me.”

He worked you through it, until you had to push his mouth away.

He slowly crawled up to lay beside you as you tried to slow your heavy breathing, opening your eyes to him grinning wide, a sheen of arousal still coated his chin before he wiped it away with the back of his hand.

“Hi,” turning onto your side to face him as he does the same.

“Hi. Was… was that, ok?” He asked a little sheepishly.

“That was amazing, Stevie.” You giggled. “You might have to work on your stamina a little.”

He grabbed a pillow and threw it at you, laughing out, hauling you into his chest. The laughter subsided as you stared up at him, hand splayed over his heart.

“Peach, I hope this isn't a one-time thing… Fuck.” He rolled over on his back, covering his face with his hands, as he groaned. You could tell he was at odds with himself.

Reaching up, you tugged his wrist lightly.

“Hey, look at me. I'm not going anywhere. I'm right here. With you. You… don't regret it, do you?” Sinking into yourself at the thought.

“God no. I… I just… I'm in love with you. I think I've always been in love with you. I don't think I can go back to the way things were… if this… if you…” He closed his eyes, letting out a heavy sigh, ready for a letdown.

“I know, Stevie. I want this. I want us. You, me and Maddie. I can't imagine my life without you. I love you, Steve Harrington. I'm sorry it took me this long to realize it.”

His raised up, eyes softening at your admission. Hand coming to cradle your head, “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Nodding, as your lips meet.

After what felt like hours of talking, he slowly fucked you into the mattress. The urgency was no longer there, and you were free to explore each other slowly.

Whispering “I love yous”, kissing, touching. Seemingly making up for lost time.

He watched you fall apart beneath him as his cock split you open, spilling inside of you once more soon after.

As you laid beside each other, coming down from your highs, he whispered in the dark.

“Can I keep you?”

Your answer came with a kiss, wanting nothing more than to always be his.

You finally pulled yourselves away from bed, thoroughly spent. Showering together and then making it back down to the kitchen for cold spaghetti, long forgotten between confessions and a love drunk haze. You made sure he got a cupcake this time.

With full bellies and full hearts, you snuggled in close to him. Pressed into his side with your head on his chest.

You were happy, with a man that you were undoubtedly in love with, jumping in headfirst.

The sun brought soft kisses in between the sheets, reluctantly untangling yourselves knowing that Robin would be dropping Maddie by soon.

You sipped coffee together and cuddled close on the couch before making breakfast. It all came so naturally for the both of you.

He couldn't keep his hands off of you. Soft touches to your lower back as he passed by. Squeezing softly at your hips as he came up behind you, pressing his lips to your temple and you couldn't get enough.

The door opened just as you were about to sit down for your meal, tiny feet running quickly through the house.

“Peachhhhh! Daddyyyy!” Maddie yelled, bounding into the kitchen. Bright eyes and chubby cheeks, as she ran straight over to you.

“Hey baby!” Hugging her tightly to your chest as you picked her up. “Did you have a good time with Bobby?”

“Yeah, she let me stay up til’ late an… an then we eat popcorn, but I missed you.” She threw her small arms around your neck.

“Hey!” Robin walked in, throwing Steve a sideways glance.

He just grinned and took a sip of coffee, looking down at his cup as his cheeks heated, turning the slightest shade of pink.

“Well?” She asked, already knowing the answer with his flustered appearance.

“Uh, yeah, Rob. We uh… finally had that talk.” He said, leaning back on the counter, smirking toward you.

“Well, we are going to talk all about this. Not right now of course. Oh my God. I can't believe you finally did it! Steve, you look really happy, and I can tell by that grin you got la…” Slapping a hand over her mouth, realizing what she almost said in front of tiny ears.

“I mean you got… lasagna… Yeah.”

“Nice save, Rob.” You snorted, sitting Maddie down as she ran over to Steve. “He did get spaghetti though.”

“Is that… is that supposed to be code for something?” She looked confused between the two of you. “You know what, never mind. I'm leaving. I'll call later. Bye Maddie!” She called over her shoulder.

You turned, grabbing your coffee and looked over to Steve and Maddie chatting away in the corner. She was telling him all about her night, with big enthusiastic giggles.

Her big hazel eyes and fluffy morning hair, mirroring his perfectly.

He was so focused on her, face lit up with every little detail he didn't notice the way you were staring at them.

A little teary eyed, you were so full of happiness as you watched them. Ready to start a new journey with these people you loved.

[animeisfornerdz]

Step-Siblings || Levi Ackerman

Synopsis - An accidental meeting in an empty mess hall with your step-brother leads to an accidental confession.

Warnings - NSFW.

Word Count - 2.9k.

{Caffeinate Me}

“She’s Captain Levi’s step-sister,” came the whispers as you walked through the training grounds. You rolled your eyes as you continued to walk towards the mess hall, already fed up of hearing about how you were Levi’s sister for today. You heard it every day, even though you’d been with the Survey Corps years now and it was draining you. You knew the mess hall would be empty, perfect for a cup of tea and a quick relax before you got yourself back to training. No one would dare pull you up on your actions, even if they weren’t allowed. They always feared you would tell your ‘big brother’ or act coldly towards them, when you would never do either of those things. You fought your own battles and your demeanour was the complete opposite to that of your step-brother. You walked into the mess hall and scanned the room, double checking it was empty before you made yourself a cup of tea. When you poured the hot liquid into a tea cup, you sat down at a long rectangular table and blew on the steam rising from the cup in hopes of cooling it down quicker so you could drink it and get back to training before anybody noticed you were missing. You closed your eyes and sat back on the chair thinking about the day you had ahead. There would be more and more people talking about how you were the Captain’s step-sister and you needed to mentally prepare yourself for that. You were so focused on calming yourself down that you didn’t even hear anybody enter the mess hall. 

“Y/N,” came a voice. His voice: your step-brother. Your eyes shot open and you sat up on your chair straight before addressing him. 

“Levi,” you said with a polite nod. 

“What’re you doing in here?” He asked, surveying the room. He noticed it was empty and was wondering why you were in there all alone. 

“Just needed a break from training,” you replied with a shrug, finally taking a sip of your tea that was now at the perfect drinking temperature. 

“A break from training?” Levi asked, to which you nodded in reply. “Anybody know about this ‘break’?” 

You shook your head. “No, of course not. But even if they did, no one would dare stop me.” Levi looked at you quizzically, waiting for you to explain yourself. “Well, they’re scared I'll tell you or I’ll act like you towards them. They all talk about it, you know? That I’m your sister.”

Levi sighed and took a seat opposite you. “So I’ve heard.” 

“And it’s so draining, you know? I hear it everyday, from people I both know and don’t know. It’s frustrating!” 

“I know it can be,” Levi said stoically even though he was trying his best to sympathise with you. “But you just have to ignore it the best you can.” 

“Ignore it? It’s everywhere I go. I hear them talking about it when I’m trying to sleep,” you groan, placing your tea cup on the table and throwing your hands up in the air. “I’m done.”

“You’re done?” 

“Yeah. I’m done. I quit. I don’t want to be in the Survey Corps anymore.”

Levi couldn’t help but smirk at your reaction and shake his head. “That’s a little over dramatic don’t you think?”

“You wouldn’t understand,” you shrugged. 

Levi leaned in closer to you and placed his hands on the table in order to gain your wavering attention. “Then make me understand.” You sat in silence for a moment, not sure how you could make him understand your frustration or current situation. Levi stared at you, waiting for your response but nothing came out of your mouth. “It’s not so bad, you know?” 

“What isn’t?” 

“Being known as my sister,” Levi shrugged. “I always have people passing me in the corridors and telling me how great you are. Some even ask me for your hand in marriage.”

You raised an eyebrow at his words, completely surprised. “Really? No one has ever shown any romantic interest in me. Not that I care anyway.” 

“I know how much you want to get married and start a family,” Levi said. “Don’t try and convince me you wouldn’t care if someone took a romantic interest in you.”

“I wouldn’t!” You shriek quietly. “Not like I can do that anyway now I’m in the Corps.” 

“Anything is possible Y/N,” Levi mumbled, his eyes boring into your own. 

“Who?” You asked, staring back at him. 

“Does it really matter?” He scoffed. 

“Well yeah. If someone likes me, I’d like to know who.”

Levi stayed quiet for a minute, clearly thinking whether or not he should tell you before he opened his mouth to speak. “Oluo.” You pulled a face of disgust the second his name left Levi’s lips causing Levi to chuckle lightly. “Not your type?” 

“Definitely not my type,” you replied, sticking your tongue out as if you had tasted something disgusting. 

“Well, he’s keen on marrying you.”

“Well, I think I’ll pass,” you replied, taking another sip of your tea. Levi nodded in understanding, but amusement was still evident on his face. He knew that Oluo wasn’t your type, that’s why he found it so amusing. There was another few minutes of silence between the two of you before you opened your mouth. “What about you? Anyone you wanna marry?” Levi hesitated before shaking his head, however his hesitation didn’t go unnoticed by you. You raised an eyebrow at him but chose to ignore his lack of answer. Instead, you changed subjects completely. “How’s training going?”

“As if I need to train,” he said jokingly, despite his usual stoic demeanour. 

“Ha ha very funny,” you rolled your eyes. “Some of us aren’t naturally talented, like you.”

“Well, if you were an Ackerman by blood, you would be. But you’re not. So you’re not,” Levi pointed out, lips curving into a smile. 

“Touche,” you replied, finishing your tea and accidentally slamming the cup on the table. “I should get back to training.” Levi didn’t acknowledge your words, instead he remained still, eyes lingering over your form. “Something the matter, Levi?”

“You’re so…” he stopped and gulped before finishing his sentence. “Beautiful.” 

You stopped in your tracks, blinking rapidly at him. “I’m sorry?” You asked, wanting to make sure you heard him correctly. 

“Don’t make me say it again,” he groaned. “I didn’t even mean to say it the first time.”

“You think I’m… beautiful?” 

Levi bit the inside of his cheek before nodding slowly, eyes analysing your every reaction. “I think you’re gorgeous, actually.” 

You were shocked at Levi’s words. So shocked that you had to sit back down from your current standing position and lean back in your chair. You couldn’t deny that your step-brother was handsome and you couldn’t deny that you felt something for him, but he was your step-brother. It felt wrong. “Levi,” you mumble under your breath, looking up at him through your eyelashes.

“Don’t look at me like that,” Levi said sternly. 

“Like what?” You asked, genuinely confused. 

“Like you want to kiss me or kill me, I can’t make it out,” he said. He sounded as if he had been winded, he was breathless. 

“You’re my brother,” you said.

“Step-brother,” Levi corrected you, nodding his head slightly in your direction. “Dammit I wish I never opened my mouth.”

You weren’t sure what to say. With shaky hands, you leaned on the arm rests to help yourself stand up and walked slowly over to Levi. Even though he was so close, each step felt like a lifetime. Once Levi realised you were walking towards him and not past him to leave the room, he too stood up. It was as if everything went in slow motion. When you reached Levi, you cupped his face with your hands and pressed your lips to his quickly. You weren’t sure what to expect, considering his admission, but you didn’t expect him to wrap his arms around you and pull your body closer to his, a soft moan of approval leaving his lips. Levi’s lips were chapped and dry against your soft ones, yet it somehow felt right. Your lips continued to dance across his as your hands fell to his shoulders, massaging them slowly. Soft sounds continued to erupt from Levi’s throat as your hands began to trail his body. 

“Levi,” you whispered softly against his lips before pulling away. Levi’s eyes were still closed as you pulled away and he groaned before opening them to stare at you. 

He cleared his throat and looked around the room. “Yeah?” 

“Do you really think I’m beautiful?” 

“Exquisite,” he replied, chasing your lips with his once more. Both of your eyes fluttered closed as you leaned into the other's body. Your movements became more desperate and you began to tug at your uniform, eager for more. “Not here,” Levi gasped against your lips once he realised what you were doing. 

“Not here?” You asked, tilting your head to the side. 

Levi shook his head, stepped back from your body and stretched out his hand to you. “Follow me.” You nodded and followed as Levi left the mess hall, walking past soldiers who saluted him respectfully and whispered about, of course, how you were step-siblings with him. Levi stopped outside his office and opened the door quickly. “Get inside,” he said sternly. You stepped into the office and Levi slammed the door shut behind you. Within seconds he had you pressed against the door, locking it while his lips smashed against yours. “Here. Here is safe.”

You quickly unbuttoned your shirt, allowing it to fall to the floor as Levi’s lips continued to mash against your own. He was clumsy and desperate, you could tell this was either incredibly new to him or he hadn’t done this alot. You shook your head lightly, trying to get the thoughts out of your mind as you attempted to unbutton Levi’s shirt. He helped you whilst still kissing you, allowing his shirt to join yours on the floor. Your shaky hands trailed down his smooth, toned chest and you couldn’t help but let out a groan at the feeling of his bare skin underneath your fingertips. “Shit, Levi,” you whispered, pulling away from his lips to look at him. “Are we really doing this?” 

“Yeah,” he said, lips skimming yours once more before making their way down to your neck. He kissed, licked and sucked the skin on your neck making sure to mark you for days to come. He didn’t care who would see them or who would question them in the future. He would proudly own up to being the one to leave such marks on your delicate skin. Your fingers fumbled with his trousers, unbuckling them before attempting to push them down his muscular legs, however, you needed some help. Levi chuckled and helped you push them down, allowing them to pool at his ankles before he stepped out of them. Your eyes trailed down his body, truly admiring how muscular he was underneath the Scouts uniform. You felt arousal grow in your stomach and a familiar ache settle between your legs that you knew had to be quenched now. You pushed Levi onto the sofa that resided in the middle of his office and removed your own trousers quicker than you ever thought possible. Then, you climbed onto Levi’s lap, lips attacking him in a ruthless assault. A chuckle came from his throat at your eagerness, but you chose to ignore him, not in the mood for jokes or banter. You wanted him and you wanted him now. 

Your hips grinded against Levi’s causing him to gasp at the sudden sensation. You could feel his hardened cock against your clothed cunt and looked down to see his length outlined through his boxers. It made your mouth water. You wanted to tut at yourself, scold yourself for how pathetic you were being for a cock but you couldn’t help it. This was unlike anything you had experienced before and you never wanted it to end. Levi’s hands cupped your breasts and pushed them together before playing with your nipples through your bra. “Don’t tease me,” you growled. “I’m not in the mood.”

“Straight to it eh?” Levi said with a mischievous grin plastered on his lips.

“Yeah,” you gasped, pushing your underwear down your legs and throwing them across the room to find later. Levi’s eyes widened as he watched you reveal your pussy to him, but he didn’t get a second to admire you since you were already pulling down his boxers. 

“O-Oh,” Levi gasped as the cool air from the open window hit his now revealed and fully hardened cock. 

You lowered yourself onto him, allowing his tip to probe your entrance. Although Levi was often classed as a ‘small’ man, he was certainly well endowed. His cock was thick and large, curved slightly to the right but nothing abnormal. If this was your first time you would have wondered if he’d fit inside of you, but you were an expert at these things. Levi bit his bottom lip as his tip slipped past your entrance easily, stretching your tight hole. Inch by inch, you sucked him in and you both moaned simultaneously as he bottomed out inside of you. “Holy fuck, Levi,” you whimpered, throwing your head back. Levi’s hands grasped your hips and kept you still on his cock to ensure he didn’t cum straight away, because God knows he wanted to. 

“Stay still,” he managed to choke out, his voice almost begging you. You nodded and did as he told you, remaining as still as you could for a few moments. When he was ready for you to move, he tapped your hips gently. You smiled down at him and slowly began to move your hips against him. Levi immediately let out a strangled moan as you lifted yourself off of his cock and slammed yourself back down again until his heavy balls slapped against your arse. “You - holy shit - we’re really doing this,” he sputtered out.

“Yeah, yeah we are,” you whispered breathlessly as your pace sped up a bit. Levi’s hands grasped your hips tighter as he helped you bounce on his cock effortlessly. You were both biting your bottom lips in an attempt to keep yourself as quiet as possible, after all the walls weren’t soundproof.  

Levi couldn’t help but move his hips, thrusting upwards into your cunt, his cockhead kissing your cervix deliciously. You could feel him twitching inside you with each movement you made and it only brought your orgasm closer to the surface and so you dropped a hand from his neck to your legs, slowly circling the bundle of nerves between your legs. “What are you doing?” Levi asked, slightly confused as he watched you with wide eyes. 

“Gonna cum,” you whispered softly, screwing your eyes shut tight as you quickly pulled your hand away from your clit and stopping your movements momentarily, allowing you to squirt onto Levi’s torso. Levi was stunned as you sprayed him, and moaned loudly at the feeling of your cunt contracting around him. It felt too good, he didn’t know how long he could last for with you squeezing him like this. 

“That was, ah fuck, that was incredible,” Levi groaned, eyes rolling into the back of his head as you began your movements once more. This time you were rougher, harsher and faster and Levi wanted to cry out from how good he was feeling and so he did. Tears sprung to his eyes and he quickly kissed you to distract you from his sudden crying. “Y/N, I’m going to cum,” Levi gasped breathlessly. His hands gripped your hips as tight as he possibly could and he knew that there would be bruises there later, but neither of you cared. His hips met yours as he pounded up into you desperately before spilling his warm cum deep inside of you. You felt his cock twitch and you continued to bounce on him for a few more seconds until you were satisfied that you had milked him dry before you halted your movements. You collapsed onto Levi’s chest, listening to his heart beating rapidly and the sound of his shallow breathing as he stroked your hair softly. Pressing a kiss to your hair, Levi whispered a quiet thank you. You were too fucked out to respond, but you did look into his eyes momentarily before softly pressing your lips to his once again. This time, the kiss was more chaste and loving than the heated kisses of earlier. Levi wrapped his arms around your waist and manoeuvred you both so you were lying down on the sofa, staring at the ceiling. After a few minutes of listening to each other’s breathing and Levi tracing patterns on your arm, he broke the silence. “You,” was all he said. 

“Huh?” You asked softly, turning to face him with furrowed eyebrows. 

“You asked me before who I wanted to marry,” he said quietly. “It’s you. It’s always been you.” Tears flooded to the front of your eyes as you stared at him in bewilderment. You didn’t know what to say, so instead you just kissed him. Levi kissed back eagerly before pulling away and smiling down at you. “You should rest. We have a big day of training tomorrow.”

“Mhm,” you mumbled, your eyes already closing. 

Levi began to hum a soft tune to lull you to sleep and within minutes you were snoring lightly against his chest. He smiled down at you and pressed a final kiss to your forehead. “Sleep well Y/N.” 

[shera-dnd]

Alright I have eaten my mato peach and have gained the amazing power to do literary and thematic analysis of any piece of media, no matter how fucking stupid

and as the first activation of my ability, I'm turning it towards the stupid ecchi reverse slave harem manga, Mato Seihei no Slave (or Chained Soldier if you're not as much of a fucking weeb as I am) in order to prove that this is actually thematically consistent and surprisingly well written

(long pause as I let all my followers block me and leave)

but first to address the two shuuki in the room

WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN YOU'VE BEEN READING AN ECCHI SLAVE HAREM MANGA YOU FUCKING WEIRDO?

Look... LOOK! It's not what you think!

Okay so like a lot of anime and manga recently (primarily isekai) have been including slavery as a thing in their world building, and tho I'm not gonna claim that's the only thing it ever gets used for, it's quite clear that a lot of people are only using that as an excuse for kinky slave play BDSM

and then forget that that stuff comes with like... you know, the horrific implications of slavery as an institution

WELL GOOD NEWS! The author of this manga does not give a shit about disguising his femdom slave play kink as commentary on slavery, this is literally just a BDSM thing and it never pretends to be anything else

...besides, a woman has needs, okay?

WAIT SHOULDN'T THIS MANGA TRIGGER YOU? ISN'T YOUR TRIGGER THE LITERAL CENTRAL GIMMICK OF THIS?

YOU WOULD BE CORRECT! By all logical means I should not be able to read this manga without having the most viscerally negative response possible... except that I don't

I'm not gonna pretend that I know why or how this is working

But I read Monster Musume back in 2015 and it somehow helped me get over my fear of spiders, SO WHO KNOWS maybe niche ecchi manga are how I get over my mental blocks

I would rather it wasn't, but I'm having a hard time proving otherwise!

oh god we're already 400 words in and I have only just finished the preamble. Why am I like this?

Okay okay let us get started as I'll give a detailed explanation as to why Mato Seihei no Slave is about the bonds between people, the ways we bring out the best in each other, and what makes a good dom- ahem I mean leader... what makes a good leader

So for those who don't know the central conceit of this story is that this is a world where women get super powers and men get... to be stay at home husbands

Our protagonist is male wife supreme, Yuuki Wakura, whose main hobbies include cooking, cleaning, and day dreaming about one day becoming a hero

unfortunately for our adorable little boy toy he immediately finds himself falling through a portal into actual literal hell (technically it's called Mato, but like it's just hell) where he's promptly attacked by several giant monsters

BUT GOOD NEWS FOR HIM! He's being saved by a hyper competent hot woman in a uniform (lesbians going "it should have been me!" count should be at 1 by now)

BAD NEWS FOR HIM! She's alone and soon they both get overwhelmed because she can't go full apeshit murder mode while protecting his soft boy ass

Thankfully there is a way for her to save him still, it just requires some collaboration from him

("it should have been me!" count: 2)

And here we are at the main fucking gimmick. The reason why all the ecchi shit happens, the silly excuse for why this bad bitch decides to keep this guy at her side

Chains of Eternity: Slave

Kyouka Uzen (the ultimate girl boss) can forge a contract with someone to bind them to her will as her slave. This will bring out their hidden potential and allow them to fight by her side, turning them into a super powerful killing machine at her command.

In exchange once the task is done she must give a reward to her slave based on the difficulty of the task and the slave's "latent desires"

So yeah, Kyouka doesn't get to decide what the reward is, Yuuki doesn't get to decide what the reward is, only Kyouka's magic can decide what the reward is. Which basically just means the author gets to insert whatever horny fuckery they want into this

Rewards vary from giving him head pats, offering him treats, giving him a back massage, kissing him, to...

well this is a femdom series for a reason

(I think the "it should have been me!" count is at like a 4 or a 5 now)

and now I'm gonna analyze the ever loving shit out of that ability and how it is the crux to all the themes of the show and actually informs us on the nature of Kyouka's character

no, I'm not kidding

Okay so let me just break down what Slave does here from a kink point of view. It basically allows Kyouka and Yuuki to enter into a BDSM relationship where the dom always knows what the sub wants, while still being able to surprise the sub with her actions. She gets to constantly keep her sub beneath her, while also being magically required to reward him and give him aftercare once she's done

Those two have entered a ridiculously healthy BDSM relationship by forging a magical contract that lets them skip all the negotiation bits and go right to what the audience wants to see

(yeah it's gonna be impossible to track the "it should have been me!"s from this point on, so just try to keep your own count at home)

This is also the author's way of like having his cake and fucking it too

Because that way we can have Kyouka as the baddest bitch to ever live AND have her do embarrassing stuff with Yuuki without ever breaking character. In fact the loftier her goals and the more tragic her backstory the more reason she has to accept the reward mechanism as the price to pay for this power

It's also why Kyouka is easily the most developed and interesting character of the manga, to the point that Yuuki is more a supporting character to her arc

This brings us back to those three themes I mentioned waaaaay at the start

Starting with: "how we bring out the best in each other"

For starters it's quite obvious how that works with Yuuki. He wants to be a hero in a world where he should not be able to have super powers, and in comes Kyouka who gives him both the power and the purpose to achieve that goal

But this also extends to literally everyone in Unit Seven and beyond

We have seen the ways in which Kyouka has helped all of her team mates grow stronger and overcome their past traumas, some times by the sheer confidence and kindness of her presence

Hell we see one of her team mates unlock a rage mode power up because someone said Kyouka was a bad leader

and there's even another team leader who straight up evolved her powers into a new stronger form just out of sheer love and respect for Kyouka

This culminates in the development of Lending. The ability to let others take Yuuki's chain and use him in combat

and like I'm not stupid, I'm not gonna pretend this isn't primarily an excuse to have different hot women give Yuuki rewards in ever hornier scenarios, with the added benefit of being able to design cooler monster forms for him

and I mean... those are some really cool monster forms

But that's besides the point

The point is that this also pulls double duty by allowing Kyouka and Yuuki to constantly empower all of the people around them and help them through their character arcs

From helping people stand up to abusive family members, to allowing others to gain the confidence they need to grow, to just decking an asshole real hard in the face

And not once does Yuuki steal other's glory. The final confrontation and the catharsis is always delivered by the person who is being helped. Because lover boy here is the supporting character in his own story

This all leads neatly into another point: the bonds we have with others

DAMN RIGHT MOTHERFUCKERS WE'RE GETTING CHAIN SYMBOLISM IN THIS BITCH!

Oh are we getting a message about how we're all links in the chain and the stronger each of us gets the stronger we all get? FUCK YEAH

Are we getting chains as a representation of a mutual bond of trust and respect, and get to see those bonds be used as a literal weapon to defeat a foe who is antithetical to that idea? ABSOLUTELY

TEAM WORK MAKES THE DREAM WORK, BABY!

But wait there's more! We got a character who can copy other people's skills and she also grows like crazy with each person she bonds with

We got teams of heroes besting villains who refuse to work with anyone

THAT'S THE SHONEN ANIME GOODNESS WE'RE HERE FOR!

(I mean this is technically seinen but who gives a shit, right?)

And that brings us finally to the third point, the series antagonists, and Kyouka's main goal

What makes a good leader?

So far we've focused on Kyouka and her ability, Slave, and how that allows her to help the people around her grow and encourages her to fight on the front line where she can be a shining example for all around her to follow

She treats everyone around her with trust and respect, even the boy who is literally her slave, and is by all metrics BEST GIRL!

Now all of that good shit doesn't mean much if we don't have anything to contrast and compare to

Enter Ren Yamashiro

gonna give y'all a second to simp for a bit before I continue

done staring at her legs? good. Anyways here's why she's awful!

Ren is the commander of the Anti-Demon Corps and easily the strongest character in the setting by a wide margin

She's also self centered, corrupt, physically AND emotionally abusive, horrifically petty, and likes dogs in the exact same way Makima from Chainsaw Man likes dogs

This is, of course, perfectly translated into her special ability, because this author loves having abilities inform characters

So not only does she have some absurd broken power that she has the power of anime and buddha on her side, BUT the way it manifests is as kanji covering her eyes whenever she activates her skills

Quite literally making so all she can see is her own power and greatness

AND her main use of her powers is to fly around, so she can be ABOVE everyone else

This isn't fucking subtle, but it sure as fuck gets the point across

This is a trait that Ren shares with ALL the main villains of the series. Each and everyone of them is blinded by their own greatness and is constantly looking down on others

Ren is just the least subtle. I guess they had to compensate for the fact that she isn't an actual literal evil god

And so all of those are put in opposition to Kyouka, whose goal is to overthrow Ren, become the new commander, and destroy Mato for good

The woman whose power makes her dependent on others, but that allows her to bring out the best in everyone she meets

A power that grows stronger the more people she helps and the more people help her in return

Standing up against all these people who refuse to rely on anything besides their own strength

That is why Kyouka is the shining example of a good leader!

Now here we are 2k words into this (OH DEAR GOD WHY AM I LIKE THIS), so what was the point of this journey?

Is it me recommending this manga to people and claiming it's genuinely "peak fiction"? OH GOD NO

This thing has so many issues and literally all of them stem from the fact that this is an ecchi harem manga story first and foremost.

Titillation always comes first over anything else, several of the smaller side characters eventually devolve into just different flavors of wanting to dom Yuuki, and that's not even going into all the pet play stuff featuring Ren

This is an unashamedly horny manga with a very specific brand of kink in mind and when I started reading it that was legit all I wanted out of it

But then it refused to be JUST that. It had an interesting story, fun action scenes, compelling characters, and a surprising amount of thought put into its themes

It's not a manga I'd recommend to most people at all, and it requires a considerable amount of tolerance for some capital H Horny anime bullshit

But honestly? If you're cool with that and want a fun and a little unhinged story you can do way worse than this

So what else is left to say except

IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN ME!!!!

[lunamadhatter99]

No complain

Billy Hargrove x fem!reader

This is the first stranger things request I ever got so.. I hope you guys like it🤞😂

If you want to request a story, go headed.

Requested: Can you do billy Hargrove/innocent reader.

By @Rissy1012

No one, and I mean, no one, would've expected someone like Billy Hargrove to date someone like me.

Like, compared to him, I'm not... very experienced, in relationships and shit, so yeah him being actually interested and also this patient is very unexpected, even for me.

This never stopped him from being all touchy and clingy, he always manages to find an excuse to touch me, not that I'm complaining, he never pressured me into doing it.

That's why I want to give him a little treat. Or at least I'll try to.

Today we study together, he needs to pass English so I offer to help. I just might heva a good incentive in mind.

"Why, tell me, do I have to study this guy writing about this... foursome?" Billy asks me, bored.

We have to study "midsummer's night dream" by Shakespeare. 

"Because one, it's not a foursome, two there's so much more to see if you just focus" I gently tell him.

"It's boring"

"It's really not" I tell him with a small laugh.

"It is"

"It's not, c'mon, focus.. for me?" I look at him with doe eyes to trying and convince him.

"You and those eyes of yours don't help me, you know? I can't focus with you beside me" he looks at my lips with a teasing grin.

"Billy" I say rolling my eyes and turning back at the notes in front of me.

"Y/n" he answers mimicking my tone.

I ignore him and start to write something on my notes when his hand moves to my leg.

"Y/n" he says again, using that tone he knows makes me melt.

I feel him moving right next to me, he then moves some of my hair away from my neck to start leaving kisses on my neck.

"Billy..." I warn.

"Yeah?" He not-so-nnocently asks.

"We need... w-we need to... we need to s-study" I stutter.

"How can I study when you stutter so prettily?" He teases.

I decide so suddenly move away, gaining a whine from him..

"How about this? We study, for each correct answer you get to either kiss me wherever you wsnt, or you get a kiss" I suggest.

I feel his face lighten up at the suggestion.

"Fine" he finally says.

We did study, he tried more, thank goodness.

He actually put some effort, which is already enough, if I think about it. 

"So... where are my rewards?" He asks after we're done.

"Told you, each correct answer"

"Then ask me" he says.

"No, silly, at the test on Monday." I say, with a small smirk.

"There a test on Monday?" He asks surprised

"Why do you think we've been studying this whole time?" I ask laughing. 

"I... you tricked me"

"I helped you study" I correct him.

"You little minx" he says.

"I'm just a good girlfriend who helped her boyfriend study" I shrug.

A week has passed, we had the test and we also got the results.

Billy and I decided to look at his while together at his house.

"So.. you think you did a good job?" I ask him.

"An amazing job" he says proudly.

"Let's see" I say starting to read his test.

"Okay... yeah... oh.."

"Well?" He asks expecting.

"You got 7 correct answer out of 10. Congratulations, baby"

"Ah ah!" He exclaims. "So? My rewards?"

"Well.. you got 7 correct answers so... you get 7 kisses wherever you want or you either kiss me wherever you want" I explain to him again.

He immediately pulls me to him looking downa at me.

"Wherever?" He asks, a teasing grin on his face, but a sweet tone, more to see if I'm actually comfortable with it.

To answer his question I just lead him to his bed.

"Wherever" I assure him.

Without hesitating he kisses me, sweetly but passionately. 

"One" he says after pulling away.

He then moves to my neck kissing it hungrily.

"Two"

He then looks at me, one of his hand playing with the buttons of my shirt.

"Can.. I?" He asks.

I nod.

"Really?" He asks, incredulously.

"Yes" I laugh.

He looks at me like a kid allowed to have another slice of cake.

He unbutton my shirt, moving down to immediately kiss my chest, between my breasts.

"Three"

He moves to kiss my right boob.

"Four"

The left boob.

"Five"

He moves lower, but stops, looking at me.

He doesn't want to make me uncomfortable, I know that.

I take his hands and move the to my jeans, silently telling him he can remove them.

He does just that and remove my jeans.

"You're fucking perfect" he says, making me blush like crazy.

He kisses just above my panties.

"Six" he smirks.

"Fuck me" I suddenly say.

He looks at me as if I turned into an elephant.

"What?" He asks.

I take a deep breath grabbing his hand again.

"Fuck me..?" I half question.

"Are you asking me, sweetheart?" He teases climbing back up to face me.

"Mhmm" I nod.

"You sure? We don't have to"

"I want to"

"You really want to?" He asks again.

"Yes, Billy"

"Okay then, get dress" he tells me getting up.

"Uh?" I ask confused sitting up. "I don't understand" I half laugh.

He walks back to me kneeling in front of me.

"I want it to be perfect for you. I don't want it to be a reward for me, so now I'm taking you out on a proper date, a nice dinner wherever you like and then take care of you"

I'm a little surprised by his actions, he always manages to leave me speechless.

"Is that okay?" He asks with slight worried expression.

"Yeah.. yeah! Of course" I reassure him immediately. 

I quickly get dress.

He then grabs my hand leading me out, but before getting put of the door he stops to kiss me sweetly.

"And that's seven" he smirks, dragging me out to his car, making me laugh.

My god.. he's gonna be the death of me.

Not that I'm complaining.

[inlovewithgreta]

All You Can Eat — Emily Prentiss x Fem!Reader

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Warnings: Praise, cunnilingus, fingering, semi-public sex, etc…

Word Count: 3k

© Do not copy, repost, or modify any of my works.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Today was another day where everyone sat at their desks, pens scribbling away at whatever documents were handed to each and every one of you. Boredom. That was one way you would describe a work day like this. It was your least favorite day at the BAU.

You threw your pen down with a sigh and ran a hand down your face, wiping the small beads of sweat along your forehead. The air conditioners in the office had stopped working the day before and wouldn't be fixed for another few days, making paying attention a whole lot harder when all you wanted to do was rip all of your clothes off.

Looking around, you noticed others either had rolled their sleeves up or unbuttoned a bit of their shirts in hopes of cooling themselves down. You felt bad for Reid as his hair was now grown out and kept falling over his face.

You decided to unbutton a small line of buttons along your shirt, stopping just as a bit of cleavage made itself visible. To help your situation, you also tied your hair up in a high ponytail to get the extra heat off your neck from your hair.

Your actions didn't go unnoticed by your boss when she peered at you through the open shades of her office window. She couldn't help but admire the way your skin had an extra glow from the heat and the way your breasts were just visible enough to her when you bent down in your chair to pick up a stray piece of paper that had fallen on the floor.

A finger ran across her bottom lip when she noticed just how short your skirt was today and how much it rode up your thighs when you sat back with a sigh.

Emily had trouble clearing her racing thoughts that were all about you. She had liked you since you first walked through the doors and made it very clear the first time she had asked you out on a date. You two had since gone out a few times but never made anything official and now, in this moment, she was dying to have you all to herself.

She hastily stood from her desk and made her way towards her door, opening it up the rest of the way to look out at the rest of the team working.

"You guys deserve a well needed break, why don't you all go out and get some lunch, on me. Go to some air conditioned restaurant and take all the time you need. Take Rossi with you too."

The team all whooped loudly, thankful to get out of the oven that was the office and take a break.

Everyone gathered their things to leave for lunch but you stopped in your tracks when Emily called out to you, gaining your attention.

"Yeah?" You look up at the woman leaning against the metal railing in front of her office.

"Will you stay and help me with something? I could use an extra pair of eyes."

"Of course!"

"Derek, bring her back food," Emily orders the man as she hands him her credit card. "And no buying alcohol. We are still on the clock and we are not about to have a repeat of you allowing Spencer to get wasted over bottomless mimosas and bringing him back here when he can barely form a sentence."

The group snickered at the memory of that day you all had to tend to the poor guy.

"Okay, it was one time!" Derek says matter of factly, doing his best to hide his smirk.

"Garcia, I'm putting you in charge." Emily points at the blonde.

"You can count on me, boss lady!" Garcia salutes towards Emily before they all gather in the elevator, leaving you all alone in the office with Emily.

You look over at the woman leaning across the railing, her dark eyes glued onto you as she looks you up and down.

"You don't need my help with work, do you?" You swivel your chair in her direction and cross your legs, giving her the quickest glimpse of your panties just before your leg blocked her view.

"I do need your help with something. Why don't you come step into my office and I'll show you."

You raise a brow when she ever so slightly bites her bottom lip when you stand, purposefully showing off your figure with the tightness of your clothes. You purposefully take your time up the few steps and towards your boss.

"We don't have all day."

"I sense someone is a bit hot and bothered." You innocently say when you reach the brunette standing in the doorway to her office. "Care to share why?"

Emily pulls you into her office the second you get in arm's length, hastily shutting the door behind you and lightly pushing you against it, pressing her body against your own.

"You expect me to focus on my work when you're sitting there looking like this?" She drags a finger down your chest, stopping just above your cleavage.

"So what you're saying is, if I unbutton this a little bit more," You begin to unbutton more of your shirt to reveal a white bra underneath that is covering your breasts. "You'll keep your focus on me?" You look up through your lashes at the woman with not so innocent eyes.

"Always such a fucking tease. . ." Emily growls before colliding her lips with yours, instantly taking your bottom lip between her teeth, eliciting a quiet moan from you.

Emily picks you up by the back of your legs and presses you closer against her as you help hold yourself up by wrapping your legs tightly around her waist.

She breaks the kiss for a breath of air as she leads you away from the door. You gently kiss and nip along her neck and collarbone as she sets you atop her desk.

"Now to get these out of the way. . ." Emily looks down at your half open shirt with your bra poking through. She dips down to finish unbuttoning your shirt and sliding it off your body before gliding her fingers to your back and unclasping your bra before tossing to the side.

"So fucking perfect." She looks down at you in awe as she admires your bare chest.

Emily gently pushes your back along her desk, covering her work, before she brings her lips to your chest, kissing across the bare skin before working her way to your breasts. She instantly attaches to your nipple, pulling the hardened bud between her teeth before soothing it with her tongue.

Your back arched when she gently suckled your bud, pushing your breasts harder against her.

"Emily. . . " Her heated eyes fixate on your own at the use of her name. "What if somebody sees?" You flick your eyes towards the partially opened shades of her window that looks out into the rest of the office.

"We'll have to make this quick then, won't we, beautiful?" She smirks before kissing down your chest, past your navel, and stopping just at the hem of your skirt. Her fingers hook underneath the band before slowly dragging the skirt down, lifting your lower half off the desk to help.

Emily immediately gets to her knees and pulls your body to the edge, giving your clothed center a gentle kiss.

You lean yourself up onto your elbows to watch the raven haired woman kneeling between your legs, gazing at you with her hungry eyes.

She brings her mouth to the top of your panties, pulling the lace between her teeth before slowly dragging it down your legs and dropping it to the floor. Emily helped kick off your heels, dropping them onto the floor before bringing her lips to your ankle and slowly kissing her way up.

She keeps her movements slow and sensual, building up your need for her between your legs. She kisses a trail up your leg, smirking to herself once her eyes make contact with your glistening cunt.

"Mmm, so wet for me already." She lowly chuckles as she hovers just over your center before flattening her tongue to lick a strip up your folds. Emily immediately hummed as her tongue swirled around your clit.

Your head lulled back at the sweet sensation, vision getting hazy when she slowly slid a finger past your entrance. She kept her slow speed, gradually wanting to build the pressure to receive a bigger climax.

"Fuck. . ." You couldn't help but moan out when she added a second finger.

Emily watched as you slowly became undone just by her touch. She loved to watch your bare chest rise and fall with each quickening breath.

"Faster, please—" You begged the woman between your thighs, eyes returning their focus back onto her and locking eyes with a pair of dark lustful ones.

She did just as you asked and increased her speed, curling her fingers just enough to elicit another throaty moan. Her mouth left your clit to suck on the soft flesh of your inner thigh. Her teeth just barely grazed the skin before nipping, causing you to audibly gasp. She used her tongue to soothe the now tingling sensation before finding another spot to play with just an inch away.

Emily continued marking across your thigh while her fingers kept at their relentless pace. She took note of the way your eyebrows tightly knitted and the way your hips just slightly bucked.

"You're close." Emily meant to word it as a question but came out more as a fact as she's had more than enough experience with you to tell when you were on the brink of an orgasm.

You nodded your head frantically as you moaned out in pleasure to the newly added thumb.

"Finish for me, my sweet girl." She gave your leg a sweet kiss, her words being the final push to have you writhing beneath her as you came along her fingers with a drawn out moan.

"Yess. . ." Words get caught in your throat as your vision blurred, the ultimate pleasure coursing throughout your body as you threatened your hips to not buck.

Legs were quivering after she helped ride out the high that now left you panting. Emily lapped up your juices, careful with your sensitivity and cleaning you up to her best ability.

"You're always so good at listening to me." She smirked while standing up and wiping her mouth with her thumb.

"I try—" Your voice was cut off by the sound of Emily's cell phone ringing next to your hip. Both of you immediately turn your attention to the illuminated screen that reads 'Derek Morgan'.

He always had impeccable timing with his phone calls. He had once called Emily when she first used her strap on you, and you had to sit there struggling to keep quiet while she was simultaneously on the phone with the man and fucking you at the same time. She admitted to enjoying every second of it as you were never one to be quiet.

She picked up the phone with a sigh as she stood between your legs.

"What did you do?" She immediately assumed the worst.

You can't quite hear his response on the other end, but you notice all of her focus has left you and is now on the man on the other end of the call.

Without hesitation, you slide yourself off Emily's desk, dragging a few papers down along the way but you didn't care as you stood up to quickly unbutton the shirt off the woman in front of you and slide it off her shoulders before falling to your knees and making work on her pants.

Nimble fingers worked at her belt, which immediately brought her attention back to you. She looked down at you with a raised brow while you sat with a devilish smirk on your face as you dropped the belt to the floor to unbutton her slacks.

You blurred out her conversation with Derek as you were too focused on the task at hand.

She kept her dark eyes on you with curiosity and admiration at your boldness as you tugged the fabric down her legs. You rolled your eyes when she used your head for support while she stepped out of her pants and kicked them to the side. You helped her step out of her heels before you placed gentle hands on her hips to guide her down onto the seat behind her.

She was left with nothing but her lavender bra and panties that were perfectly in tone with her skin and you loved the way it hugged her curves perfectly. It was one of your favorite sets of hers and she made it a habit of wearing it often.

Your smirk only grew as you made way between her legs to notice her wetness through the lace on her panties. You hooked your fingers in her panties to move them aside, instantly bringing your fingers to her cunt.

She had to cover her gasp with a cough as she tried to focus on her call with Derek. Two fingers dip past her entrance, curling in an instant to hit her sweet spot. Her grip on her phone tightened as she watched with heated eyes as you attached your mouth to her clit.

Emily's free hand slid through your soft locks, tugging at them with need as she attempted to pull you closer than you already were. She did everything in her power to suppress her moans, having to move the phone away from her as a whimper forced its way through.

"Fuck. . . yes. . ." Emily had only hoped that Derek was too preoccupied with the group to hear her whispers of pleasure.

You flicked and sucked along her sensitive bud as your eyes glued onto her, watching her every reaction to your touches.

"N-no, Derek." Emily had to force out an answer when the man asked if she wanted anything. "Fuck—" She whimpered for only you to hear. "Yes I'm sure!" She raised her voice before hastily hanging up the phone and dropping it to the floor, unable to keep herself quiet any longer.

You were glad there was nobody around as a long drawn out moan from Emily would've been heard from everybody. She was just glad to be off the phone, that way she could prove to you just how good she feels.

"Just just that, babygirl." She cooed as she moved some stray hairs away from your face. "I'm so close—" She softly moaned as you increase your pace.

Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she became undone before you, her orgasm strongly hitting her like a truck. She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, biting just hard enough to nearly draw blood.

You slowed your pace as you helped her ride out her climax as the wetness from her release covered your fingers. She could barely form a sentence when she had gently grabbed your wrist to pull your hand away from her cunt before she got overstimulated.

She was eager to taste herself along your tongue, quickly pulling you up by your wrist and grabbing the back of your neck to bring your face to her own, crashing your lips together. You instantly moved to straddle her, running your fingers through her raven hair as your tongues met in unison.

You both hummed in approval at your sealed kiss. Her hands slid down your back to grab hold of your ass and give it a gentle squeeze.

"Be mine." She whispered against your lips, breaking from the kiss as she leaned her forehead against your own.

"I'm all yours." You reassured her, bringing your lips back to hers in a heated kiss that got interrupted by the sound of the elevator dinging and the team piling back into the office.

"Shit—" You both swore in unison as you both hopped up to hastily get your clothes back on before anybody looked through the open shades and saw you. You helped each other get redressed, keeping your eyes on Derek as he slowly made his way to you, thankfully being distracted by Garcia.

The two of you looked each other over, fixing yourselves to look just as you did before your activities before separating. Emily quickly made her way to sit behind her desk as you made yourself comfortable on her couch at the opposite end of the room. Both of you sat down just in time as Derek walked past the window and knocked on the door.

Emily spoke out to let him in and Derek's eyes instantly traveled between yours and hers as he took note of your body language and Emily's tell as she was picking at her fingers, and smirking to himself once he profiled the situation.

"I got your favorite, Y/N." He handed you a to-go container that held your lunch that you were no longer hungry for.

"Thanks, Derek." You forced a smile onto your face, avoiding eye contact with the man as he just nodded his head and slipped out as fast as he could, hastily walking back to the group with a massive smirk to share what just happened while everyone was gone.

You and Emily both thought you were in the clear, but with a team full of profilers, it became clear that you two were not so discreet after all when she looked out her window to see numerous heads flick in her direction, each person with a snarky smirk spread across their faces. Emily ran a hand over her face before looking over at you.

"They know." She quietly informed you.

"Shit." You mumbled, leaning yourself back against the soft cushions.

"Shit indeed." Emily replied back, groaning as she laid her head down on her desk, dreading the conversation you two are going to have to have with the team the second you walk out of the room.

[springseasonie]

Complicated | NJM (M)

Best friend's boyfriend x fem reader

Summary: you love your best friend. you've known each other for practically your whole lives. she knew practically everything about except for one thing: your relationship with her boyfriend Jaemin. all you wanted was to be like her, but now you've taken it too far and are suffering for it.

Warnings: sexual content, kitchen sex (scandalous), vanilla sex, oral (fem receiving), mentions of arguing/yelling, lots and lots of cheating/infidelity, lots of angst grrr, Jaemin is kinda mean tbh :/, may contain errors even though I proof read :p

Word count: 3,4k

Song recs: tread carefully by sza, open the door by lolo zouaï

A/N: heyyy. this is my first official onsehot that I'm posting 😭 kinda nervous to post it ngl. I wanted to post something before my birthday at least and I wrote so many other things but they didn't really stick. I like this this one enough to post it, so I hope you all like it too. Please let me know if I'm missing any warnings. Feed back is always appreciated 🩷🩷 also just know that Maya is just a character and not at all related to Maya from XG PLEASEEEE 😭

You felt so guilty, you really did. You hated yourself everyday for giving into your selfish desires, sinful needs, intrusive thoughts. Your best friend was important to you, the most important person to you in the world, but you couldn't help it. You wanted him, you needed him, and unfortunately he gave himself up to you.

It all started on a camping trip you and your friend group went on last summer. Maya wouldn't leave his side the entire time and it pisses you off. You didn't know why it pissed you off, but something about the way she stuck to him like glue was annoying.

"Jaemin, where are you going," she whined, making a childish pouting face.

"I'll be back. I'm just going to get more beer," he replied.

"I'll come too." You stood up following behind him back into the cabin.

Jaemin loved Maya, he really did, but he couldn't help finding himself becoming more and more irritated by her as the trip went on. Her constant nagging, need to be near him, treating him like he was her personal assistant. He had enough of it but couldn't tell her, in fear it would fuck up the vibe of the group.

Jaemin opened the door, allowing you to walk in before him. "Are you getting more beer," he asked.

You were taken by surprise, expecting for the both of you to walk to the kitchen in silence. "Oh no, I just wanted to get away from the outdoors. I don't like bugs and they get rowdy at night, you know?"

Jaemin chuckled softly at your statement, opening the fridge. You smiled as you watched him. Maya didn't really get him like you did now that you thought about it. Jaemin always laughed at your jokes. There wasn't one moment where the both of you felt uncomfortable around each other. You didn't know if it was because of his friendly nature or his good looks. Maybe it was because he reminded you of the dad you never had. You always felt envious seeing him beside Maya, protecting her, holding her, even when he didn't want to.

You've always envied her since a young age. She was perfect, probably everything you wanted to be. Perfect body, likable personality, amazing fashion. You never really understood why she was friends with you, the both of you being so different from each other. Maya never had trouble when it came to dating, but when you met her new boyfriend, you couldn't help but lothe how perfect their relationship looked and how much you wanted it too.

"Well if you aren't bringing anything, do you mind taking some of these for me," he asked.

"Yeah, sure I don't mind." Jaemin placed a couple of beers in your arms. You began to walk, but tripped on your own feet in the process. You felt your feet struggling to gain balance as you tried to pick yourself up, holding the bottles at the same time.

"Woah, woah. I got you." Jaemin wrapped his arms around you, balancing you. Your back was against his chest, and you could've sworn you felt his heart jump out his chest for a second. "You okay?" Jaemins face was leaning down from behind you. His closeness startled you, but didn't scare you enough to move away.

"Yeah! I'm fine just a bit-" you turned your head slightly, lips almost touching his. Jaemin swore time stopped at that moment. He hadn't felt this way with Maya in a while, but something about you was different. He was intrigued, but he knew he couldn't go further. The both of you knew you couldn't go further.

But at that moment, he didn't care. He didn't care that he was leaning into you, lips brushing over yours, sending tingles through your spine.

"Jaemin stop. You're dating my best friend," you say, trying to reason with him. You want your words to be convincing so badly, but the way they come out in a small whisper makes Jaemin feel insane.

Before Jaemin could even speak, he heard the door open with a loud call for his name. The both of you separated at the speed of light, you clinging onto the bottles and him pretending to look in the fridge for something.

"Jaemin," Maya called in a sing-song voice,"where are you two?"

"In the kitchen," he called back.

Maya waltzed in the kitchen, immediately gravitating to Jaemin. You stood there and watched as she hooked her arms with his. She looks so in love. This was the first time you felt the guilt hit you like a truck. Seeing her so happy, and realizing how you almost ruined it a second before she came into the room was your wake up call, and you were sure you wouldn't fall asleep again.

But it's never that simple is it?

You and Jaemin kissed later that night cleaning up the outside of the cabin. It was the most romantic thing that ever happened to you in your life. Under the moon and stars, in front of a campfire, his hand holding yours. You couldn't get it out of your head. The next morning when you saw Maya, you wanted to run and hide. You wanted to tell her right away, but something in you couldn't pull it out. You couldn't break her heart and neither could Jaemin, so the both of you decided to keep it a secret and never let that happen again.

"Jaemin, please. I need you so bad."

Jaemin kissed your neck feverishly as he sits you on your kitchen counter. His hands grasped your hips tight as his tongue ran down the sides of your neck. Jaemin moved his hands from your hips to your thighs, opening your legs wider. His hands make quick work of your shirt and shorts, throwing them somewhere in your kitchen.

You quickly unncliped your bra, shaking it off your shoulders and arms. Jaemin steps back watching you with hungry eyes as he pulls his shirt over his head, taking it off swiftly.

The guilt came in waves sometimes. It was there, then it wasn't. On some days, it was like a tsunami, flooding and pouring all over your mind. The heartbreak you couldn't escape not just for your best friend, but for yourself. You try to convince yourself that it wasn't all your fault, but instead all Maya and Jaemin, no matter how much they meant to each other, they were not good for each other. There were so many times where she called you crying or where you heard him yelling and shouting at her despite how perfect they looked on the outside. Maya was never as sensitive and soft as she looked though. She had a mean streak everyone around her knew about. Always taunting him and bringing up his parents when she knew him and his mother had a bad relationship. They were truly awful for each other, but at least they had each other.

Jaemin immediately attached his lips to yours, hands gripping your legs hard enough to leave marks. He bit your lip, tugging at it softly. When Jaemin pulls away, his eyes are foggy, almost like he'd been crying. He looks so pretty to you, it doesn't matter what he does. Jaemin dropped to his knees, pulling your legs apart even further. He makes quick work of your underwear, tugging them down roughly and throwing them somewhere obscure. Your hands tangle in his brown hair, watching him kiss up your thighs.

"Don't take your eyes off me," he mumbled against your skin.

And with that, his face completely disappeared between your legs. All you could feel was his lips and tongue working at you like he was made for you. You wanted to feel guilty right now. You wanted to hate yourself and him, but how could you, especially when he made you feel this good.

Jaemin held your legs to stop them from clamping around his head. You hissed in pain feeling his nails dig into your skin. His tongue moved against you quickly, making you against his mouth roughly. Your mouth opens, soft gasps and curses leave your lips.

Jaemin watched you as you basically fell apart right above him. You looked so pretty to him every time you fucked, never a dull moment with you. He didn't feel this way with Maya. Feeling like he could do whatever he wanted to you, the feeling knowing he could ask you if whatever and you would argue. Sometimes he wished that it was you he got to hug and hold and kiss and show around to everyone, but he was grateful to you for even letting him in your apartment.

Your brows furrowed as you felt yourself getting close. You let go of his hair, immediately moving your hand to the back of his head pushing his mouth closer to your core. "God, I'm so fucking close."

Jaemin nods, pulling your body closer to his. You let go of his head, placing your hand behind you to keep your balance. You feel your whole body shiver as a tight ball from your stomach. Your moans escape louder, filling the room and Jaemin's ears. His name spills past your lips over and over while you cum on his tongue, giving him satisfaction. Jaemin stood up, kissing you without giving you a chance to breathe. He pulled you off the counter and turned you around, immediately bending you over the surface.

"I-I thought you had something to do with Maya," you asked.

"She can wait."

You weren't as discreet with your excitement as you thought, but it didn't matter that much to you. Jaemin knew you didn't care and he didn't care either. He didn't care that he was doing something he wasn't, saying things he wasn't supposed to.

Jaemin pulled his length out his sweats, taking a condom out his pocket. You watch him as he quickly slides it on. You don't feel guilty, you never have. In fact, you couldn't be happier, especially when he's pushing himself into you slowly, filling your insides like right now. Every time he fucks you, you swear he was made for you.

Jaemin rocked his hips into you slowly, holding your hips firmly. Soft grunts left his lips while you let out soft moans, head resting on the counter.

"Fuck," you mumbled.

"That feel good?"

You nodded, moans becoming whiny with every movement. Jaemin loved every sound you made. Every moan, groan, whine, even gasp felt so genuine, so real. Only you could help him in his fucked up stressful days. Just your voice, body, just you, but he would never admit that, especially while he was with Maya.

"Faster Jaemin."

Jaemin obliged, thrusting inside of you faster. Your moans became louder with each movement, some muffled by your hands. You looked back at him, immediately being met with his piercing gaze. He loves looking in your eyes when he fucked you. It was something he never really did with Maya because she hated the emotional part of sex. But the emotion was something he always had with you, even with no eye contact and that's what scared him the most.

Jaemin's hands never left your sides, especially when you reached back and clasped your hand with his. He thrust deeper into you, making his brows furrowed in pleasure.

"You feel so good," he mumbled.

"I know baby.."

"Fuck Y/N.."

Jaemin leaned down, leaving small kisses on your neck. You tilted your head giving him more access. Jaemin, who was too wrapped up in his emotions, bit your neck softly. Maya told you he did that to her a couple of times, that he only does it when he's in a heated state of mind. This was the first time he did it to you, and probably the first time you felt so close to him in a while.

"I'm so close Y/N," he moaned softly.

"Me too."

"Cum with me okay?"

He watched as you moaned his name, throwing your head back. The grip you had in his hand grew tighter as your moans grew louder. You were close, so close.

"I-I'm cumming Jaemin," you whined loudly.

He nodded as he felt you squeeze around him tight, making him groan in pleasure. Jaemin came right after you, pressing his hips into you. The both of you stood there, Jaemin slumped over your body in pure bliss that was soon taken over by the irritation of having to leave right away.

You could tell how quickly the mood shifted when he lifted himself from your body and pulled out of you carefully.

"I have to go," he said plainly.

It took everything in you not to break down and cry right there. It was embarrassing really- a girl who just fucked her best friend's boyfriend for the 100th time- is sad because he has to go back to her. You're sad because he can't just stay with you for the rest of the day, just lay with you and cuddle. It shouldn't break your heart but it does every time.

"Can't you just say for a little bit?" Your voice came out small, shaky from trying not to break down. You were pulling on your clothes, hands shaking as he stood in front of you with a blank expression.

"I have to leave," he replied sternly.

"I never ask you for anything-"

"You do this every time." Jaemin's voice began to raise a bit. He often yelled when he was angry, you've heard it and experienced it on many occasions, but it was nothing like what Maya had to go through.

"Why do you act like I'm holding you hostage to stay here? Cut the fucking attitude."

Jaemin clenched his jaw, eyes scanning your face when you lean against your counter silently. He didn't want to leave you. He didn't want to be on the receiving end of your angry text, your threats, your attitude. "Why can't you just understand that I have to go and leave it at that?"

"Because you come here and fuck me, then leave and expect me to deal with it and not be upset," you confess.

"You shouldn't be upset. We shouldn't even be doing this," he groans in his palms.

You look at him, hurt filling your eyes. You hated it when he said it out loud. It's as if he doesn't know the torment that occurs every time you see him at your front door. You shouldn't be doing this, but neither should he.

"This wouldn't be happening if you didn't kiss me," you mumbled.

Jaemin moved his hands from his face, a shocked and confused smile on his lips. "Are you fucking kidding me?"

You looked at him, rolling your eyes. "What," you asked with indifference.

"Did you just try to blame this on me," he questioned angrily.

You stood there silent just staring at him with your arms crossed. You couldn't answer. Jaemin walked up to you, looking down at you with an intimidating, dangerous gaze.

"You can't talk all of a sudden," he taunts.

"Fuck you."

Jaemin let a dry, unamused laugh leave his lips. He backed up from you and leaned on your fridge. "Cursing at me isn't going to undo anything we just did you know."

"Do you think I don't feel like shit when you walk in here? You think I feel good knowing how much I'm hurting Maya?" The tears you tried so desperately to hold back began spilling. You frantically wiped your tears when you looked at you.

"No I don't," Jaemin answered, shrugging his shoulders. "I think you don't care enough to have been fucking me all this time."

"You're one to talk. You initiated this-"

"And you agreed. If you were a good friend, you would tell her, but you're not." Jaemin spoke plainly, heartlessly. His words cut through you like glass and it hurt him a bit more than it should. You needed to hear it though. It was the truth after all. "And you might not think so, but I feel guilty too."

"Coming here fucking me doesn't show it," you spat.

"You're not a saint." Jaemin was beginning to grow tired of your victim mentality. Nothing was ever your fault in your eyes. It was always him or her or them, but nothing was ever on you.

"I don't try to be," you yelled. "I'm going through a lot and-and I'm trying to work on it okay? Jaemin what we have is complicated-"

"Complicated," he questioned. "It's not complicated. Nothing about this is complicated."

"So you're telling me you feel the same way with her," you questioned.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"You're telling me when you leave here and go back to her you don't think of me?"

Jaemin's mouth opened to answer you, but he had nothing to say. He did think of you, all the time in fact, even when he was with Maya. Sometimes he couldn't wait to get away from her just to see you for 10 minutes at most. The first time he realized that was the first time he felt guilty. At first, it was just you and him and a small fling, but when you began arguing, that's when he knew it was much deeper. Maya wasn't good for him, but neither were you.

"Y/N…"

You felt your heart shatter into a million pieces hearing the way he said your name. You knew what was going to happen. You thought about it a lot more often than you should, but what did you expect? The relationship you built with him was nothing more than spontaneous. It wasn't supposed to go on for this long, just some fun for the both of you.

"Jaemin, please." The tears were spilling from your eyes freely, fat drops of salty water filling on your shirt. You were shaking, emotions at an all time high.

"We can't do this anymore," he said, a pained expression on his face.

"P-please Jae. I can't handle it. We can work something out," you sobbed. You grabbed his hand, holding it tight as hot tears fell from your face.

"I'm done with this, and I'm done with Maya. I can't keep doing this to the both of you and myself. I'm sorry," he mumbled. He watched you cry, wanting to just hold you in his arms, but he couldn't. He couldn't say the things he wanted to say, do the things he wanted to do. "We're gonna have to tell her.."

You looked up quickly, fear taking over your broken heart. You couldn't tell Maya. You've seen what she did to people who crossed her. Maya might've been sweet and funny, but she was ruthless to people she hated. You didn't want to be hated by her, that's the last thing you wanted from her.

"No, no, no. We-we can't," you stuttered, shaking your head.

"I know you're scared of her, but there's nothing that she'll do to you that she won't do to me," he said, attempting to comfort you.

"You don't understand, Jaemin. She will kill me. Please don't tell her," you begged.

Jaemin frowned, letting go of your hand. "I wish you would at least be truthful to her after this time. You don't have to do it for yourself or me, just her. She deserves to know that her best friend broke her trust.'

His words stung your heart. It was like him rubbing salt in the wound over and over again, reminding you of what you did. "Whatever, just leave."

He let out a heavy sigh grabbing his phone and keys from your counter. "Please know that I didn't want any of this to happen."

And with that, Jaemin left. You couldn't watch him walk out the door, not wanting to cry again in front of him. It's unfortunate that the person you had to fall for had to be your best friend's boyfriend, but that's the way life works sometimes. In the end, you'll always be the secret or the second choice. You were used to it and this was no different.

You stood there for at least an hour, staring at the door or your phone hoping he would come back or text you, but you got nothing. The months of just you and Jaemin finished as fast as it started. Not surprising to you in the slightest, just not what you envisioned. You wanted it to end on a poetic note, much more intimate and emotional, but how could you ask him of that? After all, what the two of you were was complicated.

It didn't matter now, what was done was done, and all there was left to do was wait for everything to crash and burn.

[melodiousmonsters]

Torrt in this au, which is named Igeo Galaggoro Aphastratous, is basically your grandpa but a bit grumpier, or at least I hope for the most part. It's a reliable, steadfast (perhaps a bit too much), and fairly knowing monster. Also changed the hair to what I think is like, stereotypical spikey anime old guy hair, I have at least seen it once so obviously it means its everywhere/j. I love giving the celestials anime hair it's so fun.

Anyway one thing I forgot with Fhobia last month was any biology! So this time I'll do some, also side note for biological things I use the species name and not the individual even though there's only one torrt in this example, and with all the celestials.

Torrt is made to dig, they have fairly strong limbs, big hands, and large claws. They dig for rocks to eat, usually to the bedrock layer. Eating the rocks is just a quick way for it to gain more earth element to build its form. It doesn’t need to do that, but it also enjoys the taste of rocks so it is also for enjoyment.

Torrt’s insides are made of rock, like if you cut off a part of them the inside would just be rock, except for its shell which is hollow. The rocks making up its shell are more metallic than the rest of the stone making it up, allowing it to make its sound. Its eyes are made of marble, and its irises are made of fuchsite. The only organs it has are a kiln, doesn’t have lungs, still breathes to supply its kiln with oxygen though(Kilns need oxygen to function forgot to mention that in the noggin post).

Torrt’s “hair” is actually feathers, long thin feathers in clusters. Its antennae are used for secondary hearing, it has ears, but they aren’t super good at detecting where a sound is coming from. Depending on how much vibration each one is simultaneously experiencing is used to tell where a sound is coming from.

Anyway more explenation on the character of this thing. Igeo is a steadfast, mildly grumpy monster. They are very difficult to convince to change, for better or worse. And if you try, you better be prepared for an argument that might just end in it tucking into its shell and ignoring you. Even when they do change their mind they are very reluctant to fully admit they were wrong in the first place. It’s very frustrating, but luckily it only affects its personal life and relations with others as it’s only in charge of a few important, but constant things, like the aforementioned plate tectonics, and knowing what time it is.

If they say they’re going to do something you can tell they are going to do it. On the other hand they are not afraid to curse you out if they find something you ask them to do not fit for them and why the hell would you ask me to do that you disgrace? Yeah most of the time they are respectful and kind but sometimes they aren’t.

They admire hard work, especially through craftsmanship. They see the value in persisting through something to ultimately be rewarded, which is probably why they are so stuck in their ways. And they also just seem to like things like well crafted furniture or a building. They have helped in some large construction projects in the past, and was the secondary main monster doing construction on starhenge when it was being built.

When it isn’t being convinced it’s wrong, it's an overall pleasant monster. They are patient in most cases and gentle. They like giving life advice that may or may not be useful or accurate, but it’s said with good intentions. They are very interested in the going ons of the monster world and how monsters go about life, which is what they base their advice on, as their life experience being an immortal god isn’t super useful for a mortal creature.

They get along quite well with most of the other celestials, as they all do. It finds [plixie](don't got a name for it yet) and Xolt(galvana) a tad bit annoying when they are being a bit too playful, but overall appreciates the two. Their arguably favorite siblings are Pistin(vhamp), Pool(hornacle), and MehTeh(glaishur). Pistin is the literal embodiment of perfect creation and Igeo is always up to help with anything it wishes to create, just as long as it’s not too complex, which it often happens to be. Pool is kinda annoying sometimes, they purposefully like getting into debates with Igeo over whatever because it finds it funny that Igeo won’t admit it’s wrong. But they also share the appreciation of beautifully made things, maybe a bit too much in Pool's case, and they also enjoy a good fight every now and then. MehTeh is basically Pool but lest argue-y, maybe a bit preachy that Igeo should be a bit more open to change, but Igeo likes their calm nature and similar reliability.

And here's the slightly outdated sheet of what this old guy looks like! it's already slightly outdated in terms of colors and I kinda forgot the dewclaws on the feet, but it works.

[m0ss-head]

Content Warning: Talks about eating disorders/disordered eating, just mentions, but I figure it's better to be safe! :]

I saw someone say food is freedom in One Piece, and like. Yeah. Even in this world, food is freedom, isn't it? So allow me to ramble about why One Piece's message, or at least how interept it, is so very important to me.

I think the reason One Piece hits and hurts so hard, for me, is because of how it talks about and what it insinuates about food and loneliness and freedom. The way those who love food have such a freedom to them, the way food brings so many together. I've struggled my entire life with loneliness, then I began to struggle with the freedom to be myself, and then I began to struggle with food. I lost my freedom again, just in a new and confusing way. I have found the freedom to be myself, but I still struggle greatly with food. Honestly, I've relapsed rather hard into my eating disorder lately. A bit before my relapse, I began watching One Piece and I think it didn't register with my how important food is in the OPverse but as I go on I begin to realize it more and more. Luffy's love for food, Luffy's kindness and willingness to give help to the ends of the earth when that food is shared. I think at first I found it a bit odd, but really, it makes sense. These people often struggle under an oppressive government or in deep poverty, and despite that, they are kind enough to share with someone who's hungry. It's almost a way to show that, though they aren't free, they have not lost the free will. And then, after the fight, once these people have gained their freedom, a giant feast the size of which they likely have no indulged on in so long is had. They dance and eat and enjoy each others company and bask in their freedom.

Or when Ace joins the Whitebeard pirates, his last conversation with Marco before officially joining, he is offered a meal despite all he's done. He's felt he was was being backed into a corner, so he snarls and shows his teeth, he shows them his worst. He tries to kill their captain for christ sake! But, still, they offer him food. I think food hold a lot of importantance towards Ace as well.

And, dear God, the thesis I could write on Zeff and Sanji's relationship with food. I could make an entire blog full of different eating disorders/disordered eating habits I headcanon Sanji with. But, I'll condense it a bit. Sanji's self-worth and his relationship with food is a symbolism I will never get over. I'm sure there is a part of him that battles with whether he is deserving of food or not, especially pre-WCI. I imagine Sanji is always the last to eat if he eats at all. A lot of what I have to say with Sanji's relationship with food is not canon or how interept it, so I'll just say. I think after WCI, when he truly has his freedom, he seems lighter. I've not made it all the through, but I think there is a sort of new willingness to allow himself food, from what I've seen and imagined.

I could honestly ramble about it all day and night, One Piece and food and freedom, but I'm at work on my break and I think if I were to go back on the floor sobbing, I may get a concerned look or two. So I figure I should conclude this with:

In One Piece, food is freedom, and everyone deserves freedom so therefore every deserves food. Food brings people together in a way that no other thing really can. I resonate with those ideals in a way that I can not begin to express properly. I wish that knowing that made me feel worthy of food and recovery, I wish knowing and seeing all that made me reach out, but it hasn't yet. So, I hope that one day, I will experience something close to what I imagine Sanji did. Realizing I worthy, beyond just hearing or saying it, but truly and wholeheartedly knowing I am worthy of companionship and food and freedom. I could honestly write a whole thesis on food and One Piece, I might, maybe it will help me truly realize these things, but who knows?

I honestly wish I could find the post again, but it's lost in my likes 😭 I would love to read more posts about it, so if anyone who sees this recalls any posts please tag the author post so I can read it!!! Apartently, "One Piece food symbolism" is too specific/niche a topic for Tumblr search bar to find many posts.

[jack-shadow]

New DnD Class Idea: Hexers

Well this is different for me, but I just couldn't get the idea out of my head. I was thinking of what ideas for classes haven't been done, and then I thought up the Hexers (WIP name feel free to suggest better ones in the comments)

Hexers get their magic unwillingly, by some curse or magical thing that alteres their very DNA. Hexers are made of magic or it at least is a major part of their very being. As an example let's say your Hexer charater was experimented on by a crazy Artificer, or was envovled in an accident when shiftin through planes, or the classic bitten by werewolf or vampire.

Hexers are pepole caught in magical accidents and gained power from it, like Peter Parker getting bit by a spider. So now that we're clear on what a Hexer is the question is what are their spells and subclasses, and the answer is...I don't know yet.

I only have a basic idea, I know that spells will be focused on altering the caster or have the power directly come from them, as fitting with their lore. And I know different subclasses will pertain to the different ways of becoming a Hexer, like one about planes, one about Werewolf or Werewolf like beast, Maybe one about being possed Etc.

I get this may be a little similar to the sorcerer, but I feel like at least story wise they have potential. And if you want to see more of this idea so we could possibly get everything worked out and can make a full homebrew class, please share your ideas for spells subclasses and more on how we can make this possible.

I would really appreciate if pepole could reblog this if they like the idea as that shows me that I'll actually have support when making this and allows more people to see and help with this.

so uh yeah, I'm sure I'm not the only one who can think of 30 different charater ideas already after reading through this. (At least I hope so) if you have ideas for how to make the class better, please send a message to my ask box or just comment.

Edit: Hey if you want to see a later version of this same concept here ya go

[love-islike-abomb]

I can't help falling in love with you

Roman reigns x OC Raven

Warnings: kissing under the mistletoe has its origins in paganism specifically druids. It was associated with fertility hence why people kissed underneath it. I feel better today so I'm gonna start writing again. Mainly fluff, errors I may have missed. Jimmy is also in this fic.

Tag list: @angelreigns444 @acknowledge-reigns @helensanders92 @heerah34 @lilucey @mindfulofmani @niknakbucks92 @pittieprincess22 @queengreenarrowmia89 @reignsxlove @weirdgirl16355 @windhamsrotunda

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I walked to the women's locker room and changed into my gear. My persona was Raven. A dark character who modeled herself after the last great Bray Wyatt and Somewhat of a vigilanti, like sting. Being a darker persona had allowed me to be myself and I had gained a lot of friends because of it but the one person I always wanted to talk to but never could was the tribal chief himself. I'd had a crush on him for years and Jimmy was one of the few who knew. Apparently he'd noticed how I looked at Roman with those "big goo goo eyes" as Jimmy said.

"talk to him uce!" He said

"Jimmy I can't! I'm to damn shy!" I said

"I'll be right around the corner if you need me!" He said.

I sighed heavily "fine but if it goes south you owe me!"

"it won't uce!" He smiled.

I raised an eyebrow at him as if to say 'what have you been up to?' but I let it slide.

"is he in your locker room?" I asked.

"yeah just go knock on the door" he smiled.

I raised an eyebrow at him again "ok"

I walked down the hallway to find the bloodlines locker room and went to knock on the door but my nerves got the better of me. "breathe raven" I mumbled to myself before turning back around and Knocking on the door. A few moments later the door opened and there he stood, shirtless, oiled, and his hair wet. "Raven! How are you?" He said

"hey Roman" I managed to get out. "I um... I wanted to talk to you about something can I come in?"

"yeah! Come on in" he said flashing that trademark smile that made my heart melt.

My heart was in my throat as I walked into their locker room. "where's solo?" I asked noticing all the holiday decorations that were all over their locker room.

"he's in catering but I'm pretty sure you're not here for solo" he smiled.

Shit! How? Dammit Jimmy!!

"n-no I'm not here for solo. I-" I stammered instinctively walking backwards towards the wall.

"you what" his voice was deep and his stare intense as if he was waiting for me to say what I do desperately wanted to.

I took a deep breath. It's now or never.

"i like you" I finally said it and he smiled. I blushed heavily my shyness taking over realizing what I had just done. I had finally told the man i'd had a crush on all this time what I felt in only 3 words. That tough exterior I had melted away and the little girl that still lived in me was screaming inside my head. My heart was pounding as he walked towards me "look up baby girl" he smiled.

I looked up and saw mistletoe and realized he had been backing me towards it. He knew all along but was waiting for me to come to him to say it. "How did you know?" I asked.

"Jimmy" he said "but don't get mad at Jimmy. I coaxed it out of him. Because I've liked you for a while to but Jimmy said you were shy"

I smiled widely "well there is mistletoe above us" my nerves had melted away and the butterflies had taken over. He did this because he liked me to! To know he did made my heart soar.

He looked at me and smiled "can I kiss you?"

"please?" I smiled back.

He put his massive hands in my waist and pulled me to him crashing his lips to mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck before putting my hands on either side of his face, his lips were incredibly soft and he tasted like mint.

"it's about time!" I heard

"fucking dammit Jimmy! Theres this thing called knocking!" I said burying my face in his oily chest to hide the blush that formed on my face

"Jimmy get out! NOW!" roman bellowed.

I heard the door shut and felt his hand touch my chin before raising my head to look at him "will you be my girl raven?" He smiled.

"I thought you'd never ask!!"

[thedepthsoffandomminds]

The guest PT 12

Masterlist

"You actually really like these people, don't you?" Fagin asks Jack

"Yeah. Why wouldn't I?" He laughed, popping a nut into his mouth.

"Help me, Bob, I'm bully in the alley!" Rotty sang.

"I see Big Kit and his boy, Alfie, are doing all right for themselves. It goes to show that there's more out there than just ambergris." Fagin mused.

"Fagin, just enjoy your coin, and drink your rum." Jack shook his head in amusement.

"I am. Don't mean I can't be working. It's how a thief stays sharp."

A woman comes.over and sits on Jack's lap, "No. Thank you." He says to her politely.

"You still thinkin' about your fancy skirt? Who's distracted now from the sacred purpose of drinking, eh?" Fagin quips. Jack sighs.

"I just don't understand it. She keeps telling me I should be with Belle but I kissed her and I felt nothing." He runs a hand through his hair.

"ahh well women so rarely say what they mean."

Fagin fumbled in his pocket for a moment before passing a wrapped cloth across to him. "You'll be needing this soon I suspect." He nods.

Jack unfolded the cloth allowing a small silver ring to fall out.

"What is this? Who did you steal this from?" He asked in a hushed tone.

"No one, well...it was Nancy's."

Jack felt his heart stop at mention of the name.

At that moment the tavern doors burst open and red coats came rushing in. Chaos lost control.

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You walk into the hospital, trailing along behind Belle and Fanny. You had made sure the younger sister used peppermint instead of peppers for the jelly she had made. You had to admit it was becoming harder to recall the TV show and what happened in it. After all it had been almost two months since you had arrived in Port Victory. At times you could almost forget where you had come from, if it wasn't for the dreams. Every night since you had fallen you had the same dream.

The sight of Hetty made you smile.

"Nurse Beggett, can I speak with you a moment?" You ask, allowing the sister to wander off up the stairs. Hetty nods and leads you into the nurses room.

"I need to talk to you, about your cousin." You say.

"Of course. What do you need to know?"

"Did she have weird dreams?" You ask nervously. Hetty stops folding sheets and turns fully to you.

"Yes, she called them visions. We didn't believe her but she would say she saw other worlds. Places where the people were different but also the same."

You breathe a sigh of relief and nod.

"Okay. What happened to her?"

Hetty's eyes dropped briefly.

"Honestly, we don't know. One day she was here the next gone."

"oh."

There is a rush of movement and noise in the corridor and you both rush out. Hundreds of people are being rushed in all around you.

You rush straight to work helping the influx of patients. You had worked in the emergency room so many nights this felt almost normal for you.

You hear Hetty call out.

"Some doctors would be nice!"

Quickly after you see both Belle and Jack coming in. Jack is frantically trying to help patients into beds and looking for the Professor. Your eyes meet his. He breathes in, opening his mouth to call to you but you turn and rush away. If you were busy with a patient he couldn't talk to you. Could he?

This influx was more than what you thought, Jack explained to the prof that Gaines had ordered this massacre and you recalled the episode.

"Bully in the Alley." You said to yourself. Upon hearing you Jack turned to face you.

"What did you say? You know something don't you?"

"I'm sorry, Jack." You say looking at the young man lying in the bed. Jack sighed.

"Can we talk?" He asks you, "later can we talk?"

"There is no need, everything is as it should be." You say and walk away.

"Y/n-"

"Let her go. I'll talk to her later." Belle says as she moves across the ward.

"Jack, this is a lot more complicated than you think. Y/n is a foreteller." Hetty said across the bed.

"Like your cousin?" His head shoots in the direction you had walked.

"Jack, patients now, love life later." She demanded. Jack nodded and went back to helping the patients.

Slowly the sun began to rise outside, Jack and Belle stood over Alfie Wilderkins.

"There's nothing more we could have done. Not with bleeding like that." Jack explained to Belle, "Hetty, have you eaten anything at all?" He asked. The nurse looked as if she was half asleep.

" No time." She says continuing with her work. All the staff had been cslled.in o er night to cope with the amount of patients. You watch them from the door. Gaines pushes past you knocking into your shoulder as he walked by.

"Captain Gaines, I will be speaking to my father!" Belle spit out at him.

" Have you come to finish them off? Blinded in one eye, a fractured skull, and a ruptured femoral artery!" Jack half shouted.

"All the results of resisting lawful execution of a warrant And that's young Alfie Wilderkins if I'm not mistaken. This is a very good day indeed." Gaines grinned.

" I want the men responsible court-martialled." Jack growled.

" Well, that would be me. You'll need to tell the Governor his right hand is a criminal." The Captain almost laughed.

"Yes. That is a very good idea." You say, causing him to turn round to you. He curled his top lip for a moment.

"Arrest them. They're accomplices." He orders his men pointing at the patients. Belle runs to the door and puts her arms out to her side.

"They need medical care. I can't let you take my patients."

"They were never your patients, Lady Belle. They're my prisoners. Stand aside." He takes a step closer to her, " Your father indulges you. If you were my daughter..." you slide between them putting your hand on his chest.

"She would run away. Like your wife." You his. Gaines narrows his eyes on you.

"And what would.you know of family?" He says.

"More than you. Tell me how is your wife's lover, oh sorry I mean your closest friend." You keep your chin turned up towards him as you speak.

Gaines steps forward his hand beginning to raise, but he's stopped by Jack gripping him.

"No, Jack let him hit me." It's your turn to step forward your face close enough to whisper to the Captain, "Where I come from, women hit back and harder."

Gaines let out a growling huff, his lips moving like he wants to say something else. He turns back to Jack, "Pity you didn't strike me, Dawkins." He said before marching from the hospital. Belle follows him.

"Your father can stop this!" Jack shouted.

"Where do you think I'm going?" She shouted back. Jack takes a step toward you but you retreat slightly.

"You removed your bandage?" He said quietly. You look down at your arm and twist it.

"yes, I needed the movement, I'm alright. It's okay, the pain is minimal." You assure him before once again turning away.

*_*_*_*

"Right. Here we go. Hair of the rat." Fagin poured the secret Whiskey into two mugs handing one to Jack.

" I need to find what Gaines cares about the most and rip it from him. Hit him where he'll howl." Jack says, hand lent on his hand.

"No, Dodge, provoking the lobsters head on, that's not our way."

" He's turning this place into a floating prison yard." Jack argued

" Which it technically is. And what's priceless in a prison? Contraband. He's done us a service, he's turned liquor into gold. And you know what's useful about me being on your ward? I got word from an injured farrier, about where they're takin' all that purloined grog.

"Gaines is knocking my patients' skulls in, and all you're thinking about is nicking grog!"

"It's because we're pickpockets. We're not the cavalry. We melt into shadows, we spot our moments, we survive. Now, I've got a man on the inside. Literally." Fagin laughed.

"These people matter to me, Fagin." Jack spat out

"Ah, very pretty. That's a lovely sentiment. Very noble." Fagin sat across fr.him

"Look, a stagecoach goes by with a year's worth of grog. Flashbang's hiding inside one of the crates..."

" What happened to you to make you so shrivelled with self-interest? Cold winds, Dodge. Cold winds. A stick with brass tacks on it that fell on me back no matter how much I begged. A belly that gnawed and never got filled, except for gruel or filth, and creeping hands in cold alleys and the dark nights without a roof. All right, I get the idea." Fagin explained making Jack feel small. "Yes. Things that you and Oliver never had to worry about, because I always made sure you boys had a blanket and a fire and a meal, and the means to get them when you was grown."

" Then why not show some of that same sympathy to these people now?" Jack implores.

" Look, you can give yourself to this crowd if you want, you can pretend you've found a home. But most people are bastards who will cross you as soon as spit and then when the night turns, the only one who'll be loyal to yourself is yourself, and me." Fagin continued.

"Until it inconveniences you."

"You're one to talk. You get a hole in your chest and you want to fill it up with crime, 'till Lady bloody Cheekbones twitches her skirt, then you drop me and you piss off. Well, I'm your family, Dodge. I'm your home, when you condescend to acknowledge me." Genuine hurt filled every word Fagin spoke.

"y/n is not just a fancy skirt. She isn't one of them." He fights back, turning his eyes to the floor.

"Could have fooled me." Fagin almost walked away until he saw the look on Jack's face. He had seen it once before. Many years ago, utter devotion to another person without question. A set of eyes that would remain in his mind forever in his memory and devotion that got the girl killed. He stepped back to the man that was once his beloved child, gabbing him by the shoulder and squeezing.

"I'm sorry, my boy. We'll get him, soon enough. Give it time, but lad, don't fall in love lad. It'll ruin ya."

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