#Males are stupid and territorial and will try to take you on

[proteusolm]

Fake news, I've seen people attacked* by ruffed grouse multiple times.

*they don't really have any means of harming a person

finally some real fucking news

[uglygirltrying]

wolf-hybrid!simon x bunny-hybrid!reader | PT3 | pt2 | pt1 |

apparently simon wasn't the only one who loved your scent.

other males had been trespassing on his territory, coming dangerously close to his den. to you.

simon tried to make his scent more pronounced. to keep them away. to keep his bunny safe.

fortunately, so far, no one had been brave enough, to deliberately come after you. and simon thought that nobody would be.

until that day.

simon had left for water that evening. he wouldn't have been gone for long. it was always risky to leave you alone, without his protection. but simon promised to be quick.

unfortunately, that was enough time for him.

you shouldn't have been so naïve. so stupid. you should've stayed vigilant. but you were just cleaning the den. you didn't feel threatened. you felt safe.

heavy thumps on top of the den. that's what you heard first. you looked up, a little bit of dirt fell down from the den ceiling, and dropped on your head. it must be simon. it has to be. right?

but then. there was slow struggling at the den's entrance. you couldn't see it, it was behind a curve. but you could hear it. simon didn't have to struggle to get inside. it was his den after all, it was just big enough, to let him inside.

maybe he was just struggling with the water. yeah. it's simon, you tried to reassure yourself.

"s-simon...?" your voice was meek, scared, unsure. you've stopped messing with the nest, now only focused on the noises coming from the den's entrance.

the obvious struggles at the entrance stopped.

why? simon would give you an answer, wouldn't he?

the weather was beautiful. there was only few clouds covering the blue sky. the sun glared down, hot and bright. it made the snowbanks sparkle beautifully.

the hot light made the snow melt away, uncovering calm, small rapid. the clear water ran over the rocks underneath it's surface. only more and more snow kept melting into the water, small droplets falling down from the melting ice, and snow.

simon knelt by the river. filling a carved, wooden bucket, with the cold, refreshing water.

he had to keep himself, and the bunny hydrated, after all.

the bucket filled pretty quickly, and simon was ready to head back to the den.

the snow crunched under his steps. simons hot breath came out as steam, as it hit the cold air. frost was starting to form on the tips of his hair.

the wolf's movements stilled, as smell hit his nose. a musk. another male.

simon dropped the water filled bucket, and began to run. you were alone. hopefully you were alone.

but he wasn't there to protect you. oh, god.

panic flared inside simon, his heart beating out of his chest.

the den was just a rocks throw away from the river. simon was quickly there. that didn't calm him down. somebody was kneeling at the den's entrance, trying to dig in. trying to get to his bunny.

simon panted heavily as he approached. the trespasser heard him coming. with a smirk on his face, the intruder turned around, to look at simon. simon's hands clenched into fists, his skin turning white.

he gritted his teeth. "mace." the wolfs voice resembled a growl.

here this bear was, trying to steal his bun. simon knew him, a territorial rival. and now he was attempting to take his fucking mate. his mate. his.

the black bear chuckled darkly, as he stood up.

"can smell her... you're hiding a sweet thing in there..."

"time for you to go, mace." simon grumbled.

mace grinned. "i'll leave you be, for now."

he walked down from the den's entrance, towards simon.

"might wanna keep her in there. never know when she's going to get snatched up."

mace's shoulder knocked against simon's, when he walked past him.

simon was fuming. his whole body moved, as he took heavy breaths.

the wolf listened, until the sound of footsteps faded away, before rushing to the mouth of the den.

"bun? come here." he called out, into the tunnel.

he had to wait a moment, before he saw your head sticking out of the hole.

simon sighed. "come here..." he signaled for you to come closer with his hand. slowly, and hesitantly, you crawled to the entrance of the den, where he was waiting for you.

"you okay, bun?" simon mumbled, his hand gently holding your cheek. after a meek nod of your head, simon leaned in and kissed your forehead.

simon leaned away, and gently guided you back down into the den, following suite after you. once you were down in the nest, simon made sure to hold you tight against his chest.

"you know that I would never let anything happen to you. you know that, don't you, bunny?" the wolf murmured into your ear, his free hand slowly making it's way down your stomach.

"what can i do to calm you down, huh? you're still shaking." his hot breath hitting your ear. simon was being sneaky. before you even knew it, his calloused fingers, pinched your nub.

he chuckled at the squeal you let out. his fingers began to gently massage your little clit.

"i'll never let that happen again. okay?" his voice got more serious, and his touch harder. your legs kicked out at the increasing pressure on your sensitive clit.

his touch didn't relent. it only got more determined.

determined to distract you from the scary situation, you had to go through.

determined to make you feel good.

the feeling was foreign. his touch was so tough, just like him. but his words were so sweet. the pressure in your belly grew. your breathing got heavier. simon noticed. with a wicked smirk on his face, his movements got faster.

"give it to me. c'mon bunny... i know you want to." he so meanly teased.

it just suddenly hit you. your legs tensed up, and your breath hitched. luckily, simon decided to show you mercy. he helped you get down from your bliss, before pulling his hand from in between your sweet thighs. your juices coated his fingers. simon grinned at the sight.

the bunny was now completely limp in his arms, panting and exhausted. simon wiped his dirty fingers against the fur on your stomach. simon's hand grabbed your chin, turning your head to look at him.

"go to sleep, bunny..." he murmured quietly, laying you against his side. his arms rested around you, in a protective hold. he couldn't even imagine how scary it must've been for you, being trapped down here, with no way out, while somebody was trying to crawl inside.

but just as he promised, simon would never let it happen again.

authors note: that poor bucket, alone in the cold forest :(

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[reschatzi]

SIMON RILEY ── YOU GET ME SO HIGH

🕸️·˚ ༘ warnings. top male reader. bottom simon. high typa shit. flashbacks. smoking. mentioned drinking. public sex. cockwarming. breathplay.

ִ ࣪�� ࣪ by the end of it all, the smoke you exhale transforms into a kiss. ◞

the exact date when it began is something you’re unsure of.

he, lieutenant simon riley, simply walked into your room without a knock. no words were exchanged, not that they were really needed. your mouth opened, agape. a “what?” is what you want to utter, but his lips catches your own.

simon riley groans when he feels you return the kiss. the faint taste of malt liquor on your tongue has him pushing you back, onto your bed, as he straddles your lap. you remember that he asks,

“do you want this?”

his voice was breathless. heavy pants meeting your neck.

and you do. you agree, the next moments a blur. he lowers himself on your cock when he’s ready. he already was before he barged in.

strangely, something blooms. a progression you won’t know where it’ll lead. nothing worrying, nothing out-of-place. at least on the outside, it won’t attract that much attention. yours was focused on the feeling of simon’s hole stretching to accommodate to your size. it was stupid.

no, really. it was late at night, but that didn’t mean no one would wander around these hours. you were in the hallway, supposedly on the way to your room when simon couldn’t take the wait anymore. there’s not much plot to this story. fuck then leave. that was it. you hated that, and you were projecting your one-sided feelings onto his prostate.

“ah, ah, ah. fu—fuuck. shit- ggah! mhng... wait—”

your hand clasped his neck and he gasps. alarms blared in your head, you shouldn’t do this. this was territory you haven’t spoken or even thought of.

guilty, you wanted to whisper an apology. thrusts shifting into slow grinds, handing him a way out. but he only leaned into your palm, the coldness, near emptiness, emanating from your glove contrasting to the warmth of his shrouded flesh. “don’t... don’t stop.” he breathes, like there’s no more oxygen in his lungs.

exhale.

that’s what you did.

you puff out the smoke you inhaled from the cigarette that was in between your index and middle fingers. the dirty air landed on his half-masked face. his cheek went to rest on your shoulder, hips lazily lifting themselves up and back down. you lead the cigar to his mouth. sharing something like this, in this situation, with this person, was beyond unbelievable.

fuck, what even happened?

the events that were replaying in your head moments ago were quickly fading. you’re too tired. too unfocused. you hear him call your name. then another time. then another. he gently pats your face. “look at me,” your eyes dart downwards to him. “what’s going on in that head of yours?” he says as he brings himself back down on your cock.

“nothin’... s’ just—” he clenches around you when he feels the tip of your dick graze his sweet spot.

simon hums like he’s done an achievement. maybe he did, earning a whine from you. in some way, the weight of both of your chests were lighter. passing on the cigarette to one another, it was a repeating process. taking turns and the pace he set doesn’t change.

you think you’re losing the logical part of your brain. your thoughts are jumbled and gibberish. the temporary pleasure couldn’t outweigh the actual one you were experiencing now. your fingers find themselves attached to his neck, flexing as they try not to tighten their hold too much.

the last puff was yours. without thinking, you press the butt of the cigarette on his thigh to put it out.

he hisses, but the dizziness in you can’t find the moment to care. matter of fact, he enjoys it.

you don’t miss the way his thighs trembled, not missing the way he rocked against you hard. his cock throbbed and you show mercy. your free hand finds his length, causing him to see stars. he curses, lowly. “oh, shit, ‘m c-close.”

the lieutenant finds himself stuttering, losing his voice. how couldn’t he? you were hitting all of the right spots inside of him. both of your hands were on him, one working him up further to his release while the other bruised his neck. it was like you were claiming him but no one would know. they can’t find out unless you tell them or they’d catch a glimpse of his skin.

the combination of pain and pleasure was too good. his head was clouded, and so was yours. maybe he was at peace for once, all warm and tight around you. maybe, by the end of it all, the smoke you exhale transforms into a kiss from him.

and maybe, just maybe, you’re right.

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[honeygrahambitch]

"I once had a very stupid fight with my wife." Will says as he watches Hannibal pouring the Sauvignon blanc in their glasses.

"Not that stupid if you felt the need to bring it up now." Hannibal said as he lifted his gaze from his glass to Will. Even though they've been together for a few months now, he still felt something inside himself getting triggered every time he would bring her up.

As if she would materialize in front of them and take Will away from him. Again. He was not sure if he preferred it when Will called her "Molly" instead of "my wife". Both felt like the screech of chalk on a blackboard.

The term "wife" however, made it feel less personal since it only highlighted a title given by a piece of paper. Mundane. Profane. The piece of paper was not enough for Will to stay with her. The problem with that construction was therefore not "wife", it was the possessive pronoun "my".

Well, technically she was Will's wife until their marriage would get terminated. But Hannibal didn't want Will to use "my" for anyone. And this has been something which has started from before going to prison and before fleeing to Florence.

Quite territorial of him to gain his man back and still act that way even when they had literally jumped off a cliff together. No piece of paper could beat that.

"It's the wine that reminded me." Will explained.

Hannibal arched an eyebrow. What did Will mean by that? He hadn't even had a chance to drink yet, how could the wine bring back such memories already?

"You know, me and Molly hardly ever fought."

Hannibal blinked a few times and tried to keep a neutral expression on his face. There it was, the name as well.

"I don't think, in fact, that this was a fight either. Now that I think about it, my confrontational style is not what a wife is looking for."

Hannibal looked at him with interest, not missing the way he said "a wife". So general. So unimportant. A wife like any other wife, nothing unique.

"Your confrontational style is indeed too passive for a wife." He agreed. "Passive and acidic."

From threatening him with a gun, to almost stabbing him, to starting his therapy again, to "dropping the mic", Hannibal was sure that Molly hasn't even experienced a small percentage of what Will could be capable of.

Will hummed as he picked up his glass and stared at his reflection in the clear white wine.

"So what happened?" Hannibal asked, now interested.

"She paired the fish I caught that day with the wrong wine."

Hannibal parted his lips slightly and didn't take his gaze away from Will, searching him from head to toes. "Was that a problem? To you?"

"No, but it would have been a real problem to you."

Hannibal felt the need to bring his own glass to his lips.

"You wouldn't have made such a mistake. And you wouldn't have brushed it off. You know, Molly - she's a g&t type of person. So it wasn't that big of a deal to her. And I laughed it off."

"But it wasn't that easy."

"It wasn't that easy and she noticed that it was deeper than that. It was not that I was trying to play the alpha male, trying to teach her how to drink wine. She was smart, she knew that was not my intention." Will said.

"So what followed?"

"The reason why we functioned for those few years was exactly because she knew not to get too close. We were both aware she wouldn't like it if she did. Which kind of sounds pathetic since marriage involves all that "for better and worse" thing."

"An overused statement which people are nowadays taking for granted." Hannibal added. "Your marriage did not entail the "for worse" part, did it?"

"Out of mutual convenience. Since "my worst" was something both of us wanted to stay away from. We had all the good parts. So instead of trying to figure out why I was so bothered by her poor choice of wine, she told me to go buy the right type of wine if I disagree with the rosé. And we both laughed."

"And did you?" Hannibal asked, a bit amused, a bit bitter.

Will looked around the room and then looked at him only. "Here I am, I did exactly what she said. Went for the wine that could be properly paired with myself."

Hannibal knew that at that point every effort to keep a neutral face would be futile. He was beaming right there, under Will's gaze.

[medusapelagia]

14 The betrothal

written for @steddieangstyaugust (prompt: Lake), @augustwritingchallenge (Prompt: prince and princess ), @aug-kissed (prompt: Hand Kiss) Rating: Mature Relationship: Steve/Eddie TW: omegaverse, Omega Steve Harrington, Alpha Eddie Munson, Beta Robin Buckley, violence, blood and injuries, vomit Words: 1563

If Steve was a proper omega he wouldn't be on that stupid carriage, to be shipped from Loch Nora's Kingdom to Forest Park like an unwanted pack.

A proper omega would honor his family, stay home, cross-stitch animals and flowers, and learn poems and music. But Steve never was a proper omega and after he rejected his last suitor his father told him that he wasted his last opportunity to choose a proper alpha and that he was going to find one willing to take in a rebel omega like him.

Male omegas are a blessing and a curse: they are very rare, so Steve's father was able to ask for a high dowry from whoever wanted to marry him, but there weren't many alphas willing to tie their life to a male omega. 

Steve has heard talking about Forest Park. A lot. And never in a good way.

They have a very bad reputation, but they are rich, so Steve has no doubt that his father got a really good dowry for selling him to those people. Well, not selling, betrothing him.

Thankfully, Robin is coming with him. Moving from one Kingdom to another and being completely alone would have been terrible, at least his beta best friend is trying to make him laugh by making silly comments and distract him from the long journey.

Even if the carriage is big and cozy, spending hours sitting on a carriage isn't that comfortable, and Steve's royal ass is in pain.

He doesn't even have enough space to stretch his long legs because in the carriage with them, there are the two guards King Munson himself sent to escort the future bride.

The guards are heavily armed, as they were expecting something to happen, and Steve isn't totally surprised. After all, Forest Hill has a terrible reputation. Their King was an outlaw before he rebelled and became king by killing everyone and conquering the castle, so Steve isn't really looking forward to moving in the same bed with a notorious assassin. But it’s not his choice anymore.

Savages, that's the kindest word Steve’s mom used to define those people, while what everyone thought but none dared to speak out loud was that King Munson was the new Warlord.

A warlord. Not a high-born, just a man with enough power and money to hire the strongest knight and mercenaries to help him keep his power. And Steve is going to get married to a Warlord’s son, or nephew, he's not really sure. Bloodlines are mixed in their Kingdom and they don't give a fuck about dynasties and the only blood that they care about is the one the blood spit by their enemies.

Steve has heard terrible stories about how cruel and violent those people are. One of Steve's servants has told him that Prince Munson killed his first wife with his own hands because she wasn't too sick to give him a child.

Being a male omega Steve knows he can bear pups, even if his heats are irregular and it's harder for him than for other omegas, but he never thought that the ability to bear a child or not could have been the cause of his premature death.

His scent gets sour and acrid while he thinks about the monster that he's supposed to wed. Maybe he should have been more pliant with his previous suitor. Lord Hagan wasn’t that bad after all. A little bit too presumptuous for Steve’s taste but he doubts he would have had him killed if he wasn’t able to bear a child.

"You ok? Do you want to take a break? Stretch your legs a bit?" Robin proposes, drawing soothing circles with her thumb on Steve's hand.

"Yeah, that would be nice." He confirms, rubbing a hand through his hair.

"No break and no stretching. We are still in hostile territory." One of the guards replies without even looking at Steve.

"Couldn't we stop just for a moment?" Robin insists, "We have been on this stupid carriage for hours!"

But an arrow flying through the window and ending his journey a few inches from her face makes her shut up.

"Stay down!" One guard yells, yanking Steve toward the carriage’s floor so abruptly that he falls badly on his own wrist, spraining it, but he doesn't have time to yelp because the carriage stops in the middle of the woods.

"Stay inside!" The first guard yells, jumping out of the carriage and drawing his sword. For a moment Steve catches a glimpse of a bloodied body staring blankly at him with a long arrow in the one eye socket.

"It's ok. It's ok." Robin tries to soothe him, releasing beta relaxing pheromones, but the other guard stops her, complaining that he can't afford to get relaxed by her pheromones, so Steve and Robin hug each other, trying to hide themselves from the attackers.

"He's here!" Someone yells, kicking the carriage door open, but the second guard is quick to pierce the intruder from side to side, what he wasn't expecting was someone else opening the door on the opposite side and grabbing Steve with no kindness, yanking him by his hair.

Robin screams, reaching out toward Steve, the guard turns his head just for a moment and another attacker takes his chance to stab him in the leg while Robin keeps screaming, but the clenching of the metal armor is so loud that Steve almost can't hear her.

A strong hit on the back of his head makes everything turn a warm black and he loses consciousness.

***

When he opens his eyes, Steve is surprised to find himself resting with his back against a big oak tree. In front of him the bluest lake he ever saw.

He puts down his hand, trying to get up, but immediately desists when a bright pain makes him whimper.

"I would stay put if I were you. Your wrist is sprained and you took a nasty hit to the head. Are you feeling dizzy?"

Steve startles, looking around himself, and finally finds a tall man with dark eyes and a nasty scar on his face staring at him with an amused smile.

His kidnapper!

The omega tries to crawl backward, but the unknown man is right, his wrist hurts too much and he still feels lightheaded.

"I think I'm going to puke…" he mutters, before turning on his side and emptying his stomach on the green grass.

Surprisingly, his kidnapper is quickly at his side, holding his hair out of his face, whispering encouraging words while he holds him to his chest with one arm.

When Steve's body gets limp into the kidnapper's arms, he takes a moment to breathe in his scent.

Embers and earth.

An alpha.

A proper omega should never be left alone with an alpha who's not family!

Steve tries to wriggle out of the stranger's hold, but he gently chuckles and pushes Steve's neck closer to the scent gland on his neck, "You're fine, omega. Nothing to worry about."

"I'm betrothed." He objects in a soft voice, while the alpha pheromones make him pliant and docile.

"That's what you're worried about? your honor?" The unknown alpha chuckles. 

He has a nice laugh, Steve decided in his drugged state of mind, and he smells delicious. No other alpha ever smelled so good to him.

Steve must have said something because a very pleased rumble comes from the alpha's chest.

"You don't smell bad yourself, sweetheart." 

Steve should be ashamed of himself, but the alpha's sturdy body is holding him tight and for the first time in his life he feels safe in an alpha's embrace.

"That's good. Come on, sip some water for me to wash away that bad taste."

The omega prince doesn't really know if the alpha is using his alpha's voice, or if he's already scentdrunk or whatever, but the only thing he wants to do is obey this alpha.

Steve spits a few times to clean his mouth from the horrible taste and then drinks some water, while the alpha keeps holding him tight.

The man’s wearing a beaten armor, stained with blood, and for a moment Steve wonders if he will kill him, but the way he keeps holding him makes him think that he’s affected by Steve’s scent as he is from his.

They aren't left alone for long. When Steve turns his head someone is riding toward them. Too many people.

Steve turns toward the alpha with eyes wide with worry, "You have to go. My future husband will kill you. He's a warlord! He won't be pleased you kidnapped me!"

"Kidnapped?" The alpha asks, staring with confusion at the omega, feeling Steve's head with gentle fingers, "How badly did they hurt you, omega?" he asks worriedly, and this time is Steve's turn to frown in confusion.

“I might not look so but I’m a prince. And I was on my way to wed the Forest Park’s Warlord's son. If they catch you, they’ll kill you.”

Eddie bursts out in a loud laugh, shaking Steve who quietly complains of being jostled by the huge Alpha's body.

"Let me introduce myself," the alpha says, grabbing Steve's uninjured hand and kissing the palm of his hand in the most chivalrous way, "I'm Edward Munson, King Munson's nephew, your betrothal." 

[stuck-writing-sickos]

In Poor Taste [P8]

(Yandere × Reader)

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[Warning: mentions of violence, mentions of sex, obsessive, comphet, inernalized misogyny, xenophobia]

A/N: hello. im back from work. Will b back to work. Mermen AU maybe? Thoughts on the male leads? Idk. Go at it.

Your reflection in the mirror stayed, stubborn and grey like concrete.

Lukas thought the dragonfly in his room was stuck flying into the corner, but the length it went through compelled him to walk closer and look. The sandy wind of the upcoming summer rain was relentless, blowing his hair across his face as he bent down and squint at the insect. It was dead, but its outstretched wings and slim body were thrashed about by the wind. The dry corpse was stuck in-flight, crumpled, hollow and rattling like TV static. Somehow queazy by the sight, he looked away to the grey sky and water across the palm-lined street.

Phuket was a dud with this heavy sky, but at least he went on the staff vacation for free.

Pacing in his room, he thought of what he could do. You were just in the next room sharing a villa with him, and the rest of the school staff were in the same area of the resort. Lukas didn't take any time to consider how much money this private institution could make in profits to afford this kind of vacation - he was used to nice things. Instead, he was stuck on you in the next room. He could hear you walking around to unpack your suitcase, hurried and silent. You never seemed to get off work-mode, even when alone and on vacation.

He wondered if he could ask you to check out the indoor pool near the garden resort. Not much else to do anyway. Still, he held back, unsure and hesitant, worried that you would say no. Ever since the dinner party you had been even more reserved than before.

Lukas wasn't stupid. He knew something happened between you and Sakamoto - he had always noticed the chemistry, and he wasn't so naive not to make the assumption when you left alone with the guy, drunk, reeking of cigarette smoke, hand on your stomach where you had taken a punch for him. He chewed on his nail recalling the sight.

That sucked.

He was territorial over women, sure, but this time he felt something new. Lukas couldn't find a name for it - deeper than jealousy, this feeling sat in his stomach, breeding a biting discomfort so persistent that he fantasized about violence. He wanted to do something bad to Sakamoto, something swift but straight to the point, like a crowbar to the back of his neck. But all the mess... all the crying you would do... Lukas just knew you would cry over this man, knees on the ground with your hands all over him trying to find his heartbeat. Now that he didn't want. Not to mention, murder wasn't one of the things he could get away with. Not in Japan.

He suspected you and Sakamoto wasn't a one-stop hookup, either. He knew it wasn't like himself to look, but he could see that subtle look Sakamoto landed on you every time he asked you for lunch, and the hitch in your breath as you agreed. Hell, your fingers once decisive and quick now would fumble as you tried to grab onto your lunchbox.

He hated that.

Falling onto the white bedsheet still in his airport clothes, Lukas left his arm outstretched. The blank TV screen pointed at him, reflecting his body sprawled and defeated. He tossed to lie on his side, the smell of his own sweat mingling with the fresh sheet. From outside the sliding glass door he had kept open, he saw grey waves foaming as they piled onto one another before hitting the sand. The palm, tormented by the wind now howling between the nooks and cranies of the resort, twisted their green leaves, their body swaying gently. He sighed. There really wasn't anything to do.

Feeling a little pathetic and a lot desperate, he considered knocking on your door anyway. What could happen, really? He could simply ask for your company for the afternoon - maybe checking out some indoor services. For the night, he already decided on getting tanked no matter what, but he needed you during the daytime when his mind couldn't cease its racing.

Please.

____

Sasaki Aya is not too thrilled about the vacation, but she went and dressed up nice regardless. She didn't care for the weather or the resort, much less the food and rowdy coworkers who were looking to unleash their stress after the school year. Stupid, she thought, her face scrunching up, sour thoughts plaguing her as she thought of the mentions of trying out local prostitution from some weird dudes in the HR team. Looking at herself in the wide bathroom mirror, she saw Tahara who came in with her packs of travel-sized cosmetic.

She felt sorry for Tahara sometimes. The woman was old and wry when she got off work-mode. Aya thought that her deep smile lines and crow feet were pitiful, as were the wrinkles across her forehead. Her short, undyed black hair was put in a pixie cut, neat but unfashionable, but then again, that was at least better than if she had held onto the long hair look. Aya hated that - long wavy hair on older women... it made them look desperate for the men.

Compared to Tahara, Aya thought of herself as cute. Much younger and stylish, she was rocking chestnut dye and a modest, sleeveless long olive dress and a paper-thin cardigan. She knew how she looked - youthful and bright, with dimple that commanded attention when she smiled. Aya knew it all how much the men around her liked her - they liked how young she appeared, and they liked it better when she spoke it a candied cadence, eyes big and mouth hung open when she acted impressed by the things they talked about.

Dumbass motherfuckers.

She had tried some of them, but nothing quite worked out. They were always rough and painful, desperate to please themselves when they got atop of her. They didn't mind her blank eyes and the twist at the edge of her mouth when they asked if she felt good. They all looked stupid when they did it, too. Sometimes, she thought about the girls she knew, and if she closed her eyes for a moment she could almost fathom enjoying sex. But that was brief. She opened her eyes to a man anyway, and whatever pleasure she planned to imagine washed away like water on a lily leaf.

She kept them around her, though, because it paid off being liked by them. The length they would go through to be near a pretty girl... restless merchants willing to accept smiles and nods as currency. She could use the jewelry they traded.

"Don't mind me", Tahara said as she shuffled off, her depressing brown pajamas stained from her wet hair, "You can go around and hang out. I won't be doing much. Plus, I'm a tight sleeper, so don't worry about going out late."

Aya titled her head, checking if her makeup was okay. She felt silly getting all done up with nowhere to go, what with the humid air warning her of a hard shower. Crossing her arms, she stared deep into her eyes and imagined herself getting old. Like Tahara. Maybe. Once she must had been young just like herself, Aya thought, and after all, even though she was unfashionable, she wasn't a bad looking woman. She just looked so tired all the time outside of work, but it was clear from her round eyes and subtly charming lips that she used to be pretty.

"Well... I think I'll hang out with the girls from the recreation dept", she said, turning around. Tahara was on the phone, seated against the neat pile of pillow they hadn't deconstructed, resting on the tightly tucked sheet.

"That's good. They are asking for you in the group chat."

Aya hummed, studying Tahara closer. She looked bored. She always looked bored when she didn't work.

"If you don't mind, what is their villa number, Mrs. Tahara?"

"They said it's 216."

Aya nodded, feeling a slight tug of annoyance at how Tahara did not look up from the phone. She picked at her own sleeves, wondering what weird feeling she had looking at Tahara like that.

"I will see you at dinner, then?"

Tahara nodded.

"Yes, of course."

Whatever. Aya rolled her eyes and grabbed her bag.

"Have a good time", she heard Tahara's voice over her shoulder. She was tempted to not reply as she slipped on her shoes, but then decided to say "thank you, you as well".

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You knocked on Lukas' door and heard hurried shuffling. The door swung open hard, and a gush of air hit you in the face as he leaned halfway out, his face almost hitting yours before he caught himself and pulled back like a jack-in-the-box.

"Hello?"

He sounded confused, big green eyes wide, mouth left agape. You now got a better look at him to see that amidst the faded freckles he had a mole on his nose. Strange... how you never thought to look at those things from him before. Must be because you were stressed.

"Hi... just wondering if you wanna go to the restaurant together. It's almost time, and we shouldn't keep our coworkers waiting."

Confused, he took a look at his watch.

"But it's not until... another 20 minutes."

"That's just how it is."

You didn't want to explain further. Truth was, you almost left without him, but you would feel bad to not let him in on these small social cues. After all, nobody told him. You took notes of his clothes - shoes, khaki shorts and a nice blue button down (a style he sure loved, unsurprisingly)... he seemed dressed for it, and from the way he smelled, he had even taken the time to put on cologne.

You had expected from the puzzled look on his face that he would have argued against going early, but to your surprise he just listened. "Yeah, sure, of course", he said and stepped out, closing the door behind him quickly as if to hide something inside. You didn't ask. You didn't really care.

"Are we walking there?" - he asked, lagging behind you as you turned and walked away.

"No... I already ordered the electric bus", you said, gesturing at the green vehicle parked down the road, "We will be there in a couple minutes."

You knew you were being cold and distant. You were afraid if he looked too close, you would spill like an overflowing sink. Your phone was restlessly buzzing, you could tell he noticed, but you didn't look. You knew what you would see - rows of texts from your younger brother who had something to say about the money you refused to send. Your brother had a bad habit of lashing out when he didn't get what he wanted. The last text you saw, just before you knocked on Lukas' door, was something about your desertion. You didn't want to recall it word by word - it was exhausting. You decided to focus on the moment instead, which was unfortunate, because your current moment involved Lukas.

Lukas seemed shy and soft-spoken, way different than the horndog freshface you met a couple weeks ago. The man tailed after you, kept his distant on the seat, and stood waiting for you to get off the vehicle at the restaurant. He did not say anything, but that couldn't hide his gaze on you. You decided to not think about why - at least, his embarrassing attempt at woo-ing had quieted down. If all he wanted to do was look, he could have a field day.

As you walked with each other into the restaurant filled with chatters, you noticed the silence. He wasn't so keen on small talks anymore. Instead, he was awkwardly looking around to find the table, but it didn't take you long. "I think they're over there in that private lounge", you turned to him, "I just saw Ms. Sasaki coming in there."

You saw the unsubtle flinch Lukas made when you faced him so suddenly.

"Okay", he nodded, his eyes fixed on your face. You wondered if he looked expectant, as if waiting for something else from you.

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Yuki didn't like the way Lukas looked at you. It was obvious that you would sit near him by orders of the language barrier, yet Yuki could not kill the bubbling uneasiness that only got worse as the dinner progressed. Something about Lukas never ceased to put him off - the initial arrogance, the sudden switch-up into reservation, and the strange, starved look when you brushed with violence... it all seemed inorganic. Yuki found Lukas to be hiding something intense under all of his faces, something with gnashing teeth that yearned to rip at your edges.

Yuki tried to look the other way, but other people's faces couldn't compel him for long. His eyes found their ways back to you. You sat quiet, eyes upon the dark sea now thrashing and foaming under the rain. Near you Lukas sat, desperation barely contained in his eyes deep and green.

"What are you looking at there, Sakamoto?"

Snapping out of it, Yuki turned back to Tahara who meaningfully smiled. He shrunk, making notes to not sit with her another time. At least he could make peace with the distance Hanao had kept from him by sitting at the far end of the table.

"Just the sea, ma'am..."

"It's no better than Japanese seaside, I reckon."

He awkwardly took a sip of his cocktail.

"I think it is quite nice."

"As a change of pace, I'm sure."

Yuki felt his fingers fiddling with the glass when he placed it down.

"It's freeing."

"It is. Young people like their vacations."

His stomach dropped. Yuki glanced at the woman who did not bat an eye. She wasn't even looking at him, just stared far off somewhere into the dark ocean through the glass window.

"Do you remember last year's earthquake, Sakamoto?" - she continued, refusing him a way out.

"Yes..."

"You were quick to get under that table. You knew what to do."

He laughed dryly, his head hanging now.

"What would you do in a wildfire, I wonder..."

Yuki couldn't find an answer to that. After dinner that night, he did not come find you.

[queenofanime]

Matching Tattoos

"You know I can see you, right?" The girl, who until now was strolling through the dark alleys, stopped. Her question was met with silence, with complete stillness. Y/n just wanted to get home, but she knew that as soon as her back was turned, the person walking behind her would follow.  

"Just come out already. I really don't have time for this." Irritation laced her words... honesty too. She truly didn't have the time nor the patience for this. Y/n had lied before though, for she couldn't actually see the person. She could only assume it was a man. Living in the red light district had changed her perception of life, of love. She was cynical and street smart. By now, she had heard too many stories of raped women, too many horrors happening a couple of blocks away from her flat. She had experienced quite a few scares herself. 

Despite her efforts, nobody answered. 

At the other end, Gyutaro felt conflicted. The demon had gone out to town, trying to find a meal. His standards were never high, therefore, when he saw a bunch of middle aged hags, he was ready to devour at least two, but then he got distracted by the commotion from across the street. 

Apparently a woman had trespassed into Triple Thread territory, and was now having a hard time getting out of trouble. 'The Triple Thread' were nothing but a bunch of low-level thugs. However, over the years they had become quite the gang. Nowadays, they basically ruled part of the district and controlled more than half of the whore houses.

Three of them had corner the young girl, who he, was currently trailing. Gyutaro hadn't thought much of it at first, but when the men got their asses kicked and send to the hospital, he became intrigued.

Looking back, he should have just minded his business and try to eat someone, instead of trailing the poor girl, who seem to have an attitude and was now asking questions... questions he wasn't ready to answer.

He wasn't used to being noticed. And if he were to step into the light, she would probably faint.

Maybe he should just eat her. 

"Okay, you clearly are taking your sweet time so I'm coming over." Y/n's voice and the fact that she was closing in, brought the demon back to reality. However he couldn't move, his feet were completely glued to the ground. Maybe he wanted to see the girl's reaction and entertain his sadistic side. Or maybe he simply was a full-on masochist and wanted to damage his self-esteem even further. Maybe he just wanted to hear more of the girl's voice, even if it meant hearing insults and hurtful words. Whatever the reason may be, he didn't move, he didn't hide, no... Gyutaro just waited patiently for his arm to be yanked into the light. 

Yet the moment never came. Gyutaro most certainty was not yanked by the arm as he had mentally script. No, no, he was yanked from his ear. The nails from the girl painfully pinching at the tender skin, almost drawing blood. 

An audible yell escaped the demon as his thoughts ran wild. 'Did this human just had the audacity to do something as stupid as this!?'

Unpleasantly, Gyutaro was thrown just below the lamp-post, the only lamp-post within 5 blocks. 

Recovering from the shock and the slamming of his spine against the metal tube, Gyutaro's eyes glanced upwards in rage. "You BITCH! What the hell was th-"Kill me now, because I'm done saving myself." 

The interruption of the girl quickly had the demon shutting up; his mismatched eyes staring in disbelief. In return, the girl's gaze looked back at him. Not a single hint of fear or disgust could be seen through her orbs, just boredom and completely unimpressed. As if seeing a demon was a daily occurrence. 'Just another Tuesday for this asshole', thought the male. 

Somehow the night seemed darker than usual. Small droplets had started to appear, littering the street. Soon, the sound of rain was the only thing that could be heard. 

Gyutaro took the moment to actually analyze the girl's features. She was quite pretty, but it was an unconventional pretty. She had a knife-cut scar gracing her left cheek. Unlike Daki, her nose wasn't a round perfect button shape. Her hair was messy, her eyebrows were bushy and edgy. And her makeup wasn't the usual pastel colors that girls loved to wear. Maybe unconventional pretty wasn't the right description. The girl was harsh pretty... warrior pretty pretty. 

"Are you going to kill me?" 

"I'm not sure yet."

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"Quit watching me." 

"Did you do something different with your hair?"

"No."

To put it shortly, Gyutaro didn't kill Y/n, he couldn't bring himself to do it. Instead, he became a guardian demon angel of some sort. He knew Y/n could handle herself, as she had demonstrated weeks prior. Still, he felt useful watching over her. Both parties had come to some sort of mutual silent agreement, allowing Gyutaro to crash in Y/n's flat, as he was doing tonight. 

"I really think you did something with your hair."

"I didn't! Cut it out!" 

The girl decided to stop asking, as she had clearly irritated the demon, but her staring didn't weaver. Annoyed and self-conscious, Gyutaro shot Y/n a menacing glare, however she seemed unaffected by it. 

"Where did you get your spots done? Which artist was it?"

"What?" 

Y/n's question had genuinely confused the man. What did she mean by artist? Did Y/n actually think his ugly birthmarks were made with ink? Gyutaro hated everything about himself. He hated his face, his body-shape, he even hated his attitude. But... if there was one thing he hated above all else, were those ugly dark spots which adorned his body in the most horrible way possible. He hated them the most because they were a constant remainder of the lack of love his mother had had for him. 

"Woah, you really are dumber than I thought." The words slide from his mouth harsher than ever before. For the first time Y/n was taken aback. For the first time, she actually felt cold sweat run down the back of her neck, fearing what the demon would do. 

"I-I j-just- "You really think I'd litter my face like this, by choice?"

Before Y/n could say something else, a giggle escaped the green-ish creature. A giggle that soon turned into a psychotic laughing fit. The girl could only watch in horror as the demon, with its nails, scratched and teard at its skin, drawing red blood lines.

The flame from the alcohol lamp flickered with the wind. Y/n prayed the only source of light wouldn't go out, leaving her defenceless. 

"My mother tried to kill me several times before I was born. She ended up dying of syphilis, the hateful bitch." 

In reality, Gutaro didn't know why he was sharing. His tongue was faster than his head, which was a very rare occurrence. Trauma dumping the woman in front of him was a test. Just like the night he met her, Gyutaro wanted to see what she was made of. What unexpected reaction she would come up with next.  

The girl was at a loss of words, now understanding it was likely that Gyutaro suffered from congenital syphilis. She wanted to say 'sorry' but that seemed superficial. Sometimes words aren't enough, but actions were. 

Without looking at the demon, Y/n's hand slowly reached out for the small nightstand. Gyutaro watched her intensely, knowing for sure a woman like her would have a blade or some kind of weapon hidden. However, Y/n had something else in mind. Seeing as the demon hadn't move from his spot and wasn't trying to stop her, Y/n pulled out a paper rice sheet, an ink pen, and a needle. That certainly got Gyutaro's attention. 

The night was cold. Shadows danced across the room, casting an ethereal glow upon the worn furniture and faded walls.

Y/n approached the boy cautiously. Her steps measured and deliberate towards the skinny boy, who still looked angry and distrustful. She understood the depths of his longing, his hunger for affection, yet she knew all too well the fortress of distrust he had built around himself. But she was determined to bridge the gap, to breach the walls that confined him. Slightly gulping, Y/n closed the gap between the two of them until they were just a few inches apart. 

With gentle grace, she extended her trembling hand, her fingertips craving the warmth of human connection. She closed in slowly, mindful of every fragile moment that passed. Her touch was like a whisper, delicate and tender, a beacon of solace in a world that had shown him little to no kindness. 

Y/n didn't think her next action through. If she did, she would probably have never done it. She reached and delicately traced her fingers across the black spots covering his left prominent hip-bone. This time, it was Gyutaro who gulped, feeling the chill of her freezing hand. 

Since he didn't move, Y/n took the opportunity to take out the sheet of paper and the ink pen. Gyutaro's yellow eyes widen, gleamed with an otherworldly glow, reflecting the untamed curiosity that coursed through his veins. The girl, with full-on concentration, covered his hipbone with the paper. And with the pen, started tracing the birthmark's shape. 

Once she was done, Y/n removed the paper and set it aside. 

She then proceeded to undress herself, shocking the demon (even further). And soon, Y/n was left in her undergarments, exposing her own hipbone. 

Slowly but surely Gyutaro started to understand... understand her, and he couldn't help but feel a tug within his heart (if he had one).

The air was thick with a sense of determination as she prepared to embark on whatever journey this was. With trembling hands, she carefully grabbed the needle, that until now had been forgotten and started burning it with the flame. Once the tip was dark, bordering black, Y/n removed the insignificant metal item, recovered the paper, and placed it over her own skin. 

Part of him wanted to stop her, wanted to tell her not to ruin her own perfectly soft skin, but Gyutaro has always been selfish. So he didn't. 

Y/n had a million thoughts running though her head: 'Was it safe?' 'Should she do it?' 'Was it too late to turn back?' 'Was it going to hurt?' 

No it wasn't safe. She shouldn't do it. It wasn't too late. Yes, it was going to hurt. But she had made up her mind. She wasn't going to back down from a promise, a promise of a better, honest world. 

Despite knowing that this act would forever mark her skin, Y/n took the needle and grazed her flesh. It burned. A searing pain jolted through the girl's body. Pain the demon could see through her eyes. The smell was probably the worse. 

Wherever the needle grazed, splatters of blood followed. Instinctively Y/n wanted to pull away, but the logic within her wanted to get this over done quickly. 

Y/n spent over an hour carefully filling in the area while Gyutaro just watched, mesmerised. 

When she was finally done, the burned birthmark took and ugly red-brown color. The angry blood lines starting to dry up. 

Despite the painful experience, Y/n was satisfied with herself. 

Finally she looked up towards the demon, acknowledging him with a cheerful smile. 

"See, now we match..." 

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[lovemyromance]

Let's talk about the dreaded pliant bones argument in ACOTAR

First of all, I don't ever want to see this stupid argument anywhere, especially after HOFAS. Second of all, none of the Archeron sisters are Illyrian so they do not have Illyrian anatomy suitable for childbirth. And yet, we see Feysand and Nessian as mates. So it's not like SJM even cared about that herself.

Then ACOSF happens, and oh no, c-sections don't apparently seem to exist and it becomes a BIG DEAL™ that Nesta changed only her own body and Feyre's body to have Illyrian anatomy.

People have been latching onto this argument like Rose on the goddamn Titanic, anything to cling to their sinking ship.

Let's not forget that Elain & Nesta had their bodies changed already once before, against their will. Why the hell would Nesta change Elain's body without obtaining consent after that traumatic experience? That would be a gross violation of bodily autonomy.

And Nesta was shown how to change the bodies. Which could hint that she still knows how, should a similar situation arise again.

But none of that even matters! What matter is that it's 2024 and we are still saying a woman can't be with the man she loves because she can't give him biological children. That is the crux of the argument Gw*nriels always try to skip around and say without saying. Like "oh no!! She can't have his babies!! Ship sank. It's over. The End."

As if a woman should be reduced down to her ability to procreate. This is not the middle ages people! Wake up!

Also, not to mention, even if we use that disgusting logic - The only other female in this series that is mentioned to have Illyrian anatomy is Emerie. Are we shipping Azriel with Emerie now? Because she can FOR SURE have his babies, if that's all that matters. Who cares about her own desires and personality and sexual preferences if she can have illyrian kids??

Now let's consider what people have been latching onto:

Gwyn...is flexible and adapts to training moves quickly. That's why Nesta commented she had "pliant bones", that's IT. She is part nymph and "has different anatomy than high fae", sure, but is that anatomy in any way, Illyrian? Water nymphs don't have Illyrian leathery wings either so I don't understand why insisting Gwyn has "pliant bones" is in any way endgame ship material. Why would her half-water nymph heritage give her the anatomy to birth a full grown illyrian-winged baby??

And then there's the cowards that use this argument by hiding behind SJM herself by saying "Well, I hate it too, but SJM is *kinda* known for writing like this and her characters are all male-dominated, fae-territorial blah blah, she is *kinda* hinting at endgame because the womb thing–" NO. No.

Don't hide. Tell the room exactly what you are saying. Which is the exact same misogynistic spiel as above, where you try to use gross medieval logic to justify your mf fictional ship, but you hide your faces when you say it. Because you know it's wrong, but you're still not above using that as "evidence" in your ship's favor.

I've even said before, I don't care what SJM says. If I don't like a misogynistic take, I am not using that as evidence in any capacity for any reason.

I'm not even being biased by my preferred ship. I genuinely just want people to stop using this argument because it's hurtful to women as a whole. Ship wars are fine, but ffs, when did we get to the point where we are pitting two women against each other based on whose uterus is more suitable??

And before you even say "I just have a problem because I ship Elriel" No. No.

It's about these kinds of cheap arguments in general. I have also never been one to go off saying how Gwyn can't be a valid love interest because her past SA trauma - That argument is also archaic and hurtful. I've never once used it. I don't like seeing it.

Can we just - Not do it? The only reason such arguments have gained traction is because they're constantly echoed by the toxic sides of the fandom online. It's gross and I don't want to be a part of a group that condones that.

Ship who you want, but let's just be respectful about it. We should not have to resort to cheap arguments like the above.

[filthyfluffyfantasies]

✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . DL;DR - this fic is not meant for anyone under the age of 18 as it contains the following: fighting/violence and vague mentions of injuries/blood, biting/marking, hints of a size/height kink on Opie's part, a territorial biker , again,all on Opie + the next contestant (EZ, he's your old boyfriend from high school, fyi.) dumb enough to try their luck, body fluids, hand jobs - female recieving / male recieving, body fluids -tell me you wouldn't cum on Opie's fingers, biting/marking, foreplay in a public setting, swearing, petnames, dirty talk and a slutty nurses costume. writer does not give permission for her works to be reposted, with or without permission. ✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .

prompt twenty - costumes

character | fandom - opie winston | sons of anarchy

reader | original character - female reader, girlfriend & non -or vague, description.

words - roughly 2.5k

tagging -< taglist here >

✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . you thought you'd wear your little nurses costume out to a bar to tease Opie. Opie decides that he's had enough of your teasing so he takes you home... or at least out to his SUV. .✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .

It’s laughable, at best. Cheesy at hell, at worst. But it’s a way to amuse yourselves, you think to yourself as you nurse a drink, eyes scanning the crowded bar, scoping out the people who actually showed up in costume tonight. You’re hoping you’ll catch sight of Opie but there’s no sign of him just yet. Your finger drags around the rim of the drink-filled glass after you’ve sat it down.

You’re just about to text Opie and see if he’s running late when a throat clears obnoxiously from the stool beside yours. The second you’ve glanced up and over, seen the Mayans cutte the guy is wearing, you’re on high alert. 

He’s staring at you and rubbing his chin thoughtfully. ❝ Your old man know you’re out alone, baby girl?❞ he asks. You roll your eyes. It’s EZ, he loves to pop up and be an antagonistic shithead, he does it every chance he gets. He loves to remind you that you were once young enough -and stupid enough, to think you wanted him. It’s like it gets his ego pumping.

 And with the tensions between both groups at an all time high as of late, it honestly feels like he’s stalking you. Because you can’t go anywhere in town without bumping into him lately, even work this morning. Oh, he claimed that he was just doing Angel a solid and bringing his kid by for a checkup but you’re not dumb. He spent 95 percent of his time sitting in the waiting room watching you like a hawk. And then, when he went to leave, he was both trying to flirt and insinuate that being with Opie could be dangerous for you right now.

But you don’t want to worry Opie, he’s got more than enough on his plate right now. Things with Samcro aren’t going smoothly at all. He’s already threatened to kick EZ’s teeth down his throat if he catches him breathing your air ever again.

When EZ chuckles and mumbles something to himself, you raise a brow and stare him down, unamused. ❝ Aren’t you on the wrong side of town, Reyes? ❞

❝ Bar’s neutral, chica. I just came t’ enjoy the costumes.. Relax.❞ EZ shrugs. Dark brown eyes flit over your body and when he licks his lips, it takes everything you possess not to slap the taste out of his mouth. He leans in just a little closer. ❝ You’re on th’ wrong side, baby girl.. If you were with me..❞ he pauses to take a sip of his Corona before continuing, ❝ I’d never let you outta my sight, especially not dressed like that.❞ he lets his eyes roam and you tug at the skirt of the nurses costume you’ve chosen,  ❝Damn sure wouldn’t let what happened t’ his first old lady risk repeating. Can’t be too careful, right, chica?❞

❝ None of that was his fault, Reyes.❞ you roll your eyes and finish off your drink, eyes darting to the door of the bar before you turn your attention back to EZ, ❝ I’d rather fling myself into the sun, EZ.❞

❝ I think you’re lyin, chica.❞ EZ muses, scooting his stool just a little closer. ❝ We both know you’re not over me. Just admit it. Ya still want me.❞ he chuckles again. Bites his lip as his eyes flit over your body, lingering just a little too long on your tits. ❝ Maybe letting you go was a mistake..❞ he gestures to your body, the way you’ve filled out since you were a teenager.

❝ Oh yeah?❞ you sass, ❝ Maybe I grew up, Reyes. I promise you.. Nothing about you appeals to me anymore. At all.❞

You’re about to slip off your stool and text Opie that the plans changed as you’re walking out of the bar but EZ is determined not to let you leave. 

What neither of you realizes is that Opie has come into the bar. And he’s caught the tail end of the entire tense confrontation. He knows damn well EZ is only trying to get to him and he knew as soon as he bumped into one of the other Mayans smoking out in the parking lot that he’d better get inside to you.

The fact that apparently EZ didn’t learn his lesson the last time they were face to face and the topic of you came up, well.. That combined with Opie Winston’s short fuse, lack of sleep the night before and just being fed up with the way the guy is always popping up, always has something to say lately.. Opie Winston is done playing.

You’ve just tried to put some distance between yourself and EZ when Opie appears out of nowhere, pushing himself up on you from behind. He chuckles, the sound is dry. Unamused.

A few of the patrons who happen to be sitting close are staring, quiet. Tense and ready for whatever might come next.

When EZ chuckles and you hear Opie’s trademark ‘startin to get real pissed off’ growl, you can feel your thighs clamp together as your panties start to get wet. When Opie goes into protective mode, it’s enough to make you want to tear his clothes off, no matter where the both of you happen to be. EZ steps up to you from the front. You’re now effectively wedged between the boy you used to want more than anything and the man you’ll love until you die.

❝ This shithead been botherin’ you, princess?❞ Opie’s voice is low and husky against the shell of your ear. You swallow down a whimper because you can feel his thick cock pressing right against your ass because you practically melted against his massive frame when he made his presence known. A rough hand squeezes your hip and he keeps you close.

He shoots EZ a murderous look. ❝ We’ve talked about this before, man.❞ he’s calm when he says it. Deathly calm. ❝ She’s mine, Reyes. I think I told you th’ next time I caught you sniffin around I was gonna curbstomp you into the fuckin pavement… Sound familiar?❞

EZ chuckles. He’s not bothered at all by Opie’s threats. He steps up to you, staring down. ❝ Think about it, baby girl. You know I’m not wrong.❞

❝ If you’re smart, Reyes, you’ll get out of here. My brother is already looking for one good reason to beat your ass in the ground. You know nothing, by the way..❞

EZ goes, but not without the parting jab, ❝ If you wanna keep your old lady, Winston.. Tell her to fuckin cover up when she leaves th’ house. I’d hate to find out somethin’ happened to her.. Seeing as how she was mine first.❞

And that’s the final straw. Opie shoves through the crowd gathered and catches up to EZ, grabbing hold of him to throw him against the wall. EZ shoves him back, the two men are swinging, shoving and ducking. EZ wrestles Opie to the ground and Opie flips them, a hand around EZ’s throat.

Until Angel strolls over.

❝ This fight is over.❞

Opie chuckles. Wiping blood from his mouth as he sizes up Angel. He’s still holding EZ against the barroom floor but he doesn’t care. He’ll take them both if he has to. The more you stand back and observe, the more turned on you are by just how fierce a protector your man truly is. People are staring and security is poised to strike, ready to throw out all parties involved because this particular bar is a known neutral territory and this kind of shit doesn’t usually fly.

❝ Yeah? See, I don’t agree, Angel.❞ Opie stands, towering over Angel. Sneering. ❝ I’m about fucking tired of your idiot brother sniffing around my girl.❞

Angel grumbles under his breath. And he steps up to Opie, smirking. ❝ What’s the matter, Winston? Feeling threatened?❞

❝ Not at all.❞ Opie’s smirking again. Chuckling to himself. ❝ Do I look like I feel threatened by either of you assholes?❞

Angel spots Tig and Chibs making their way into the bar. It’s now three against two. And Angel just doesn’t feel like this is worth his time. He smirks at Opie. ❝ You’re lucky I’m feeling generous tonight, Winston. Touch my brother again and I’ll fuck you up.❞

❝ If your brother even breathes around my girl again, I’ll fuck him up.❞ Opie’s calm when he says it. As Angel helps his brother up and out the door of the bar, Opie turns to you. As soon as your costume for the night registers with him, he’s speechless for a good ten seconds. But as soon as that’s over, he’s stepping up into you as if he’s trying to form a shield.

❝ Sorry I’m runnin late.❞ he mumbles against your mouth as his finds yours and one of his massive hands creeps up the short skirt of the costume, rubbing your barely covered cunt. As soon as he realizes just how flimsy the underwear you’re wearing is, he forgets himself for a few seconds, bucking into you while growling low and quiet against the shell of your ear, ❝ We’re not gonna make it t’ the stupid costume contest, darlin.. I’m takin you home..❞

You’re hauled up his body and he walks past Tig and Chibs, Tig calling out with a laugh, ❝ Leavin so soon, Winston?❞

❝ I got better things t’ do, Trager.❞

❝ People, Winston❞ Tig is smirking, you can see him when Opie turns back to flip him off with the hand that isn’t holding onto you, ❝ Fixed it for ya, Winston.❞ 

You laugh. ❝ Take me home, Opie. We can’t help it that Tig’s jealous.❞

Tig mocks you and waves his hands dismissively. Opie wastes no time getting you out into the parking lot and the second he has, you’re sat down on one of the picnic tables in the smoking area by the front door. Opie’s stepping between your legs and staring down at you, pupils shot with lust and his hands all over you, not caring who might or might not see. He leans down into you as his hand settles in the hair at the back of your head and he tugs you into a deep kiss. His other hand creeps up the bottom of the skirt as he bucks himself into you clumsily. ❝ Woman, are you trying to kill me?❞ he asks in a husky voice as the kiss finally breaks, ❝ I haven’t been able to fuckin think straight since that upskirt picture you sent me this morning. Fuck..❞

You can’t help but giggle and you shrug. Playing totally innocent when you tell him that you weren’t trying to do anything, you just thought he might appreciate the view on his lunch break.

❝ I dropped my goddamn wrench, woman. Open my phone and the first thing I see is that sexy little body…❞ Opie’s teasing, chuckling against your ear. A thick digit slips into the fabric covering your cunt and he drags it right between your folds. You whine into his mouth, rocking yourself against his finger as you warn, ❝ We gonna give Charming a show tonight, baby?❞ 

Opie chuckles. Nips roughly at your bottom lip as he responds quietly, ❝ Tempting as that sounds, no. I’m gonna take you home.❞ he pulls you up into his arms again and then he continues,  ❝ And then I’m gonna fuck you until you can’t remember anything but my name. After I rip that costume off your pretty little body, baby girl. Is that good enough for you?❞ he’s smirking, especially when you start to rub yourself against him and your legs squeeze his waist tighter. He’s never said anything but he loves the fact that you’re so short. And flexible. With a soft pair of thighs and an ass he’s bitten a time or two because it’s just that juicy. He loves the way it feels when he’s carrying you all wrapped around him like this, your soft little body pressed right against his. Nothing makes him hornier.

❝Fuck.❞ you whine out, biting down on your bottom lip when Opie pauses at the door of his SUV and you find yourself pressed up against it. He’s trying to open it without stopping what he started when he was fingering you while you sat on top of the picnic table. You moan because his fingers are buried inside you, fucking into you and all you want is his cock.

❝ You kiss your daddy with that mouth, princess?❞ Opie teases with a laugh as he sits you in the passenger seat of the SUV and steps between your legs again. You know it’ll drive him crazy, maybe that’s why you choose to respond, ❝ I dunno.. Do I, baby?❞

You’re leaned back against the seat faster than you can process, Opie’s hands and mouth are all over you again, he’s leaving visible marks on your neck and throat as his hands slip up your skirt, fingers burying in your dripping cunt and the other one ends up beneath your shirt, below your bra. As he squeezes your tits and rolls his thumb over your nipple, you’re shivering. Begging for it, telling him how hot and bothered you were watching him stand up for you back inside the bar. Your hand trails down, slipping down the front of his pants. When you start to caress and pump his cock, he’s bucking against your hand, growling against your mouth as he deepens the kiss, lips straying from yours to drag down your neck, latching against skin. The movement of your hand stops and you’re rubbing against him, desperate for more than his fingers buried inside of you and your hand wrapped around his cock. You’re holding onto the waistband of his jeans and he’s slipped his hand out from beneath your shirt, now he’s squeezing your hip. Rubbing you against him because he knows you’re needy right now and he’s needy too.

❝ I can’t fucking wait to get home and tear that costume off that pretty little body, princess. You knew what you were doing when you wore it.❞ he’s chuckling when he says it and you pretend to be clueless which prompts him to grab your hand and slip it down his pants again. When your hand circles his cock again, his breath catches and his head falls back. But then he’s plucking your hand off, pulling it out of his pants. ❝ Home. Now.❞ he growls as he gives you a few more biting and deep kisses and licks the fingers he had buried inside your dripping cunt clean, gripping your jaw to make you watch the entire time. ❝ I’m not makin a mess of my jeans when I can cum inside you, angel.. Don’t y’ want that?❞ he questions.

You whine and nod. You want it more than anything. You love the way it feels when Opie’s fucking you, filling you up with his cum. And when he fucks it back into you after he’s finished…

Just the thought has you begging to be taken home.

[rierice8]

can i ask for a maybe sub wanderer or Scaramouche smut? Amab reader pls

Scaramouche or wanderer help- I’m too used to calling him Scaramouche to change to wanderer haha! Also I’ve had my bf ask for Scaramouche smut too so I’m dedicating this to both you, anon and him lol. He’s too proud to admit to being a full time scara simp tho, loser.

Word count: 1524

Sub Scaramouche x dom male reader

NSFW under the cut!! Warning: Dumbification, pet play, size kink

Bark for me, darling

It's been a week since he’s been home and you were starting to get worried, where was he? You missed Scaramouche, of course, but knowing him, he could be dead in the middle of the forest right now. Tighnari might as well already be knocking on your door and handing you your boyfriend's dead body and you wouldn’t even be surprised. He has a lot of ex coworkers and one too many enemies. You know it comes with the territory of his old job and also with the nature of his sharp tongue. After he pulled that stupid god stunt too and got his anemo vision, he's been around less and less, so him disappearing was normal. Though a week is exceptionally long for him to be gone for.

All of a sudden a rustle at the door snaps you out of your thoughts. You turn your head towards the door as the jiggling continues. Eventually the door knob stops rustling and goes still. You raise an eyebrow and slowly stand up from your place on the couch. All of a sudden you hear an aggressive knock at the door in place of the fidgeting.

“Tighnari? Is that you coming to tell me Scaramouche died somewhere in a whither zone?” You teased, knowing exactly who was at the door already. You heard a loud scoff from outside the door.

“I wouldn’t ever die that easily, I’m not you, loser,” You heard Scaramouche curse from the other side of the door. You smiled.

“Oh Tighnari! I think I’m hearing the voice of my dead boyfriend! Please cure my hallucinations doctor!” You fake pleaded, putting a hand to your forehead dramatically.

“Go fuck yourself in a hole and fucking die you fucking absolute waste of fucking oxygen. Open the fucking door,” He said while banging at the door. You giggled at his vulgar language. You were glad he was back, you missed your lover. For more reasons than one. You opened the door slowly and dramatically before dramatically exclaiming,

“Oh mine! Is it really true? Is it possible? Scaramouche is that you!?” He just rolled his eyes and pushed his way inside. He headed straight for the bookshelf, pulled out a book and collapsed on the couch. He threw off his hat and immediately got comfortable, as if he had been there all week. This made you furious.

“Oh so this is what we’re doing now? We’re going to just leave for days on end with no warning nor explanation then totally ignore me and pretend like nothing happened? I was genuinely worried you were dead somewhere,” You told him, anger laced evidently in your words. Scara just looked at you with a blank expression before going back to his book.

“Hey, loser. I’m not dead, yay. Anyways piss off, will you? I’m trying to read,” Scaramouche said with a flat, monotone voice. You laughed, offended. Offended but not surprised, this is just how he acts. You walk over to him and snatch the book he was reading straight out of his hands before placing it on the coffee table in front of the sofa. He was about to say something probably extremely rude to you about taking his book but before he could speak you pushed him down on the couch and kissed him. When you broke the kiss he gasped but you stole his breath away again with another, more lustful kiss.

“Wh-what are you doing?” He said out of breath. You just smiled and ignored him. You gently ran your hands through his hair before grasping it firmly and looking at him with an angered expression.

“You really think I’ll just let you say that to me? ‘Piss off’ that's rich,” you said snarkily. He whined at how hard you were pulling on his hair.

“I mean yo-you deserve it anyways! Not like I owe anyone an explanation, especially you, you dumb whore,” Scaramouche said, desperately trying to regain whatever ego you were slowly taking from him.

“Me? A whore? For who, you? You’re the one panting lightly while I’m lying on top of you. You’re the one who got hard at me tugging on your hair, don’t think I didn’t notice. I’d honestly say that you’re the whore, Scara,” you whispered right into his ear. He moaned as you grinded on his clothed cock. You quickly started taking off his shirt, yours following not long after. You began kissing and sucking at his neck, trailing light kisses all along his neck and collarbone, even going down his abdomen, only ending when there was no more skin left for you to mark. You left small hickeys on his collar and sucked harshly at the skin on his neck.

“Haah…mmm!” Scaras moans ringed in your ears, propelling you to bite harder. You pulled away from his neck with airy pants.

“Oh? Enjoying yourself, bitch?” He grunted at that before grabbing a fist full of your hair and pulling you towards him.

“Not as much as you must be. You’re such a greedy, impatient slut when it comes to my silky skin, isn’t that right? What a fucking pretty sex toy you are, I don’t even have to do anything either cuz your so desperate,” Scaramouche said in an attempt to switch the roles of this predicament. You, in response, slapped him. He moaned loudly at that.

“My my, how about you shut up! What a bad boy you’re being. You know what bad boys get?” You laughed out. Scara was about to say something but you leaned your knee hard into his cock and instead of words he moaned again.

“Bad boys get punished. I know how much you love talking so, how about you don’t talk then? Today, you’re going to be my little pup, alright?” You smiled.

“Wh-what?! No fucking way I’m gonna-”

“Last time I checked, dogs can’t talk. Bark, bitch. Otherwise, I’ll let you get back to that book you were so desperate to read.” Scaramouche bit his lip hard. You were eyeing him down with a vile smirk, taunting him. He wanted to scream at you, but his cock was aching and he knew you were serious.

“…w-woof,” he barked out, ashamed. You smiled in approval.

“Good boy.” You said before reaching to take off his pants. You quickly undid yours too once his we’re already on the ground. His pretty cock standing upright, leaking precum from all the times you crushed the poor thing with your knee. You lent in and sloppily made out with Scara before giving him your fingers to suck, he quickly ran his tongue along them before sucking them fully. After he coated your fingers in his saliva you gently one by one stuck them both in his ass to stretch him out. You pumped your two fingers in and out of him slowly at first, so he could get used to it and also because he was clenching too hard for you to move any faster.

“Scara, loosen up. I can't move my fingers,” You said gently.

“I’m tr- ah…w-woof woof,” he said, turning his head away from you in shame. You could feel him trying to loosen himself and in turn thrust your fingers in faster and deeper.

“Ah! Mmm…nghh,” Scaramouche moaned at the sensation. Once you felt he was stretched enough you pulled out and used whatever slick was left over on your hand as lube. You aligned your cock at his entrance.

“I’m pushing in now,” you told him before doing exactly that. He cried out in ecstasy.

“A-ah!!”

Scaramouche moaned as your large size filled him to the brim. You smiled as you noticed the imprint your cock left in his stomach. You pushed down on it and Scara moaned twice as loud. You started thrusting in and out of his plump ass slowly. Scara looked as though he wanted to tell you to speed up but he knew you’d stop the moment words came out of his mouth. You started speeding up and Scaramouche only got louder and louder. His deep purple hair was tangled and his tongue lolling out of his mouth in an almost pornographic way.

“Mmm, ngh! W-woof!” Scaramouche cried out. You knew that even though he couldn’t talk, this was his way of telling you he’s close. You grunted, also feeling close.

“You can come when I come, alright?” You demanded while still slamming into him at an alarming rate. He just helplessly nodded his head. You could see the bulge in his stomach every time you thrust into him and then watched it disappear as you pushed in before doing the same thing again. You were close, really close. One final clench from Scaramouches ass sent you over the edge. You filled his ass with your cum and barely a second later Scaramouche came on his stomach. You started to pull out of Scaramouche and went to kiss his forehead. “You alright, love? You can talk now,” you said. Scaramouche did not respond, he just kept panting heavily. You smiled down at him, he’d fallen asleep.

“What a good boy, just for me,”

[fledbeast578]

It's going around a bit (initially this was going to be an ask for @hasarjunadoneanythingwrong and then it got too long, and er sorry for the ping, your post just got me thinking a lot) but I think a lot of people are missing the point when it comes to why people complain about the lack of bisexuality in fate. It's not like everyone is completely ignorant to Rin's bisexual awakening in fsn, or you being able to go full Yuri with Nero in Extella. It's moreso that while type/moon are able to handle girl/girl just fine, they are seemingly completely unwilling to approach any male/male romances in a serious way. It's not that bisexual women aren't bisexual, that's stupid to say. But if you have an equal number of male and female servants, and have plenty of bisexual or even lesbian girls, as a bisexual male I am allowed to be disappointed by the complete lack of the opposite.

They never overtly say anything homophobic, but they do literally everything they can do avoid outright mentioning male/male pairings. They have never mentioned Patroclus, despite him being a major part of not just Achilles, but the Illiad as a whole, all while adding Penthisaela as an entire character. The only canon 'yaoi' pairing (Gil x Enkidu, and I say yaoi loosely) made sure to have Enkidu simultaneously be non-binary and take on the appearance of a woman. They quite literally demoted Nameless to side character due to Extella being more focused on romance. There's a whole bunch of minor stuff easy to miss as well, like, has anyone ever wondered why exactly they added the Trung Sisters as is, but felt the need to genderbend Pollux?

I could rant on more and more, but I think it's easy to point to one in-game event as being emblematic of what I mean, Valentines. Nearly every girl has an overtly or at least implicitly romantic valentines, comes with the territory. It doesn't change or matter if you're playing as Gudako or Gudao, it all stays the same, especially with early servants where it's just "teehee it's valentines day/oh it's valentines day" depending on how tsundere there are, they hand you chocolate, and then blush.png, they are never afraid to imply or outwardly say that at the very least Carmilla finds you cute.

Compare that to male valentines scenes, where genuinely I think there are less than 10 with any romantic vibes. A grand majority of them are closer to friendship than anything, and play out more like mini-interludes. And even of the ones that are romantic, much less than overt about it. Is Saito maybe being romantic when he says he wants to take you away from Chaldea and live alone? Probably. Is Taigong Wang trying to imply something when he takes you to the same river he took his wife too? Probably. Are they ever going to outwardly say it? Absolutely not, at least not when they're trying to take it seriously.

As you mentioned previously characters like Fergus and Bartholomew are the only exceptions, because yeah they'll call you hot and offer to fuck but that's because they want to fuck literally anything (anything with bangs for the latter), the joke is they're so horny it transcends sexuality. Genuinely the only male that comes to mind with a full on, "I have feelings for you" played straight is Oda Kippoushi (and even his gender situation is... Weird? Just a bit). Mori comes close, but even his ends with him looking at you as more of a friend, and quickly skirts away from topics of romance.

In fact, this disparity between male and female servants can be easily seen in Kid Gil's interlude of all things. In it he mentions a waterpark he was creating, and then you two fantasize about the type of servants there

It's played completely straight, just a bunch of summer servants that you and Gil fawn over. Immediately after, he starts rambling about how while he doesn't swing that way, there are all kinds of people at the park

And to show this off they... Turn it into a joke. Edison and Blackbeard as there. Compared to a bunch of servant girls fawning over you it's a bunch of men (none of which even had summer skins at the time), talking about working out and growing food, with Blackbeard yelling about how it's a bunch of servants with no story significance.

However, the absolute worst part is what Gudao can say in response to the fantasies. With the girls you get a single one, that you love the idea of it.

With the men however, you get two options, "hey that doesn't sound too bad" in which Gil just kinda disagrees and then moves on to the end. And then one where you literally outloud show your disgust towards the male choice, Gil scolds you for making him think of it, and he bans all adult men from the pools. I never really think of it but this is probably one of the most homophobic scenes in fgo lmao.

Regardless, the whole point of this was moreso that as a bisexual man myself, these kinds of things do kind of lodge themselves into my brain. Nobody has to like yaoi or anything, that's ridiculous, but when they go out of there way so often to avoid outright showing anything homosexual... It kind of just hurts. Even just a singular gay man would be nice, even if it probably would just be a joke about how they want to slobber on muscles or love femboys something. But there just... Isn't, there's a few vaguely implied mentions of gay men or bisexual men, but they will never expand on it or show it off to the same degree as they do with women, and I just wish there was more of it.

[idcbabyialreadylostmymind]

Brother pt.2

Pairing- Spider x sister!reader

Summary- Not giving up any information about the Sully's the recoms use you and your brother as personal navigators throughout Pandora.

Pt.1 Pt.2

Italics mean speaking in na'vi (mostly cause I'm to lazy to look it up rn)

A/N- also we are going to pretend like Quadritch didn't burn entire villages and is just focused on killing Jake cause I'm a lazy gal 🤭 and like I was thinking about making a pt.3 where like the recoms don't wanna do the plan anymore and like run with y/n and spider and the Meykayina clan takes them in and stuff and Jake is there giving Quartrich a side eye it's just a thought tho.

Two male Avatars through you and Spider into a helicopter ending with a loud 'thud'. "Wow such gentlemen." You say rolling your sore shoulder. The men tsk at you but you could care less. Quaritch steps into the helicopter sitting down in front of you and Spider.

Spider who only looked terrified but you, you were angry at Jake Sully for leaving you two behind, at the soldiers who kidnapped you and tortured your brother, and mostly angry at yourself for letting it happen. Spider hit your shoulder pulling you from you thoughts and look at him and his eyes avert to Quadritch you look at him and clench you jaw. "You two do anything, and I mean anything stupid and will have you back here in exactly two minutes and I will give you an old school ass whippin' understood." You try to pull from the grasp he had on your shoulder and he only shakes your arm. "Understood?" He asked once more. "Yes sir." You spit out hatred in your tone.

The pilot dropped all of you off into the forest. There were a few other avatars and you hopped up on a tree stump so you looked over them to listen into there conversation as Spider did the same.

"We are in their territory now, their home so that means we have to get inside their heads so that means, We go full Na'vi." Quadratic began and you only shook your head. "We eat Na'vi, we ride Na'vi," he began. "We speak Na'vi." The older man spoke his accent made the language sound broken as if he forced it out and you laughed along with Spider the team of fake Na'vi turned to the two of you, some giving you a glare. "Three year olds speak better than you." You say in your common tongue with ease.

Quadritch tilts his head and smirks, "Well miss Smarty pants since you two are so good guess you just bumped up from prisoner to our personal pandorian navigators." You cursed yourself as you clicked your tongue at the man and crossed your arms. Spider let out a huff as he shook his head.

And now the helicopter you were on was now taking you farther up the Hallelujah Mountains and you could only think of one reason were they going to try and tame and ikran, idiots.

And before you knew it you were being shoved off of the helicopter once again and onto the mountain surrounded by the team so you couldn't run. You look at the to familiar mountain and you feel at home that was until you saw Quadritch crouching towards and ikran fist formed. You look at Spider who had a smile on his face but your face was creased what the hell was he doing?

A loud screech came from the ikran and as you seen many younger, stupid Na'vi do he hissed back, his was much more demanding it would send shivers down your back if you were fighting him. And then he punched the ikran, punched sending the creature downward. The older people surrounding you were cheering him on but you were to focused on if he was going to be able to do it.

He trapped the animal with his thighs but that wouldn't be enough, he was fighting back Quadritch grabbed his braid but the ikran flipped off of the edge and you smiled. But that smile quickly went away.

He emerged in the back of the banshee fist in the air. You bit the side of your cheek as Spider turns and looks at the ground, just as disappointed as you. You turn around and walk with the team. Oh how you wish you could be back at the lab, the lab that stunk of hand sanitizer, where you couldn't touch almost anything, where you had a small bed that your feet hund from, and your room filled with decorations to distract yourself from everything. That lab you hated for so long you wished you had it.

Quadritch saw your faces and for some odd reason his heart tugged in his chest.

"Hey you two, dumb and dumber your coming with me."

You and Spider turn around confused walking to the man who was still on the ikran.

"What?" You ask.

"You heard me last time I wasn't around you tased one of my men and knocked the other one out so I wouldn't put it past you to do anything else, now get on the banshee." He said and all you did was roll your eyes. As Spider hops in front of him Quadritch and he secures him as you jump on behind him holding onto him. "So who's dumb and who's dumber?" You joke and you could have sworn you could hear a faint chuckle come from the man before he took off.

The flying was amazing you almost forgot you were a prisoner. And you began to fly over water you quickly questioned where you were going to yourself. And then he landed Spider and you hoped off and Quadritch walked down to a short man. You and Spider jumped onto a pole next to them. "So yours the asshole condemning my ship." The man said with a thick Australian accent. He smiles "That would me."

And soon it didn't feel like you were a prisoner you had your own room as did Spider. And they let you walk around anywhere you wanted, do almost anything you wanted. And as days went on you grew closer with the team, even thought they kidnapped you, they were cool. Z-dog and you talked shit about the men, Lyle and you spared, Mansk you and Spider stole a few of his glasses he didn't mind though, Prager the one you tased finally made up, and Lopez taught you how to do tattoos, and Fike and you play pranks on the others all the time. And you two seed to get closer with Quartrich but it was different you didn't know what it was just different.

And sometimes he let you two sit in on meetings like today you were reading a book that was on the ship called Macbeth by Shakespeare. You closed it as it was getting boring and a little confusing. You looked up at some weird hologram thing they had coming from the table, and then you feel a yank at your tail. Turning around at lightning speed and see Spider snickering. "What did I say about pulling my tail?" You hiss and then he starts to run away, ducking under Quaritch.

Quadritch looks at Spider as he ducks and smiles. You push behind him and he chuckles at the childish tactics you two are doing. You chase after him and then his side hits the side of a table spilling some vile. Some look over and one man rushes over, "Oop sorry sorry." You say grabbing a napkin from a bin wiping it up before he swats and pops your hand making you pull away pulling from your hand. Quadritch's eyes follow as he seea the guy pop your hand. "You messed it up god I hate kids-" he said wiping the table the rest of the way. "Leave em alone."

Quadritch'a deep voice was enough to shut the man up and then you and Spider snuck out of the room running up and down the halls looking for something to do. "Hey Mansk!" You tell stopping in front of the man as he lifts a weight. "Hey! Have you guys seen my red glasses I've been looking for the-" "Nope sorry!" Spider yells before he grabs your hand dragging you along.

It was eclipse and you and Spider were on your bedroom floor his hair was spayed out as was yours it was so boring. "Wanna go sit on the roof?" You ask as you sit up him not far behind. "Sure nothing else to do." He huffs as he gets up a long with helping you up.

You peak your head out of the door, no one. "Coast is clear." You whisper to him as you sneak out first him behind you closing the door not to loud. Spider out his mask on as you cracked the door open cringing at the 'whoosh' sound it made as it opened. He stepped out first climbing to the room trying not to disturb the people under it. You closed the door leaving a small crack in it. You followed him and sat next to him looking up at the sky and the ocean you floated on.

It was quiet, comfortable silence.

Spider took a sharp breath before letting it out. "They are nice, you know everyone here." He said and you blinked a few times. "They are." You reply.

Silence once again.

"I just don't know why they want to kill Jake, I bet if we try and talk them out of it and teach them our ways they will like live freely." Spider was throwing suggestion after suggestion out and you just didn't know what to do. "I don't know Spider, I don't know what to do." You confessed. He sighed once again before laying his head on your shoulder. "I know." He replied.

For one of the first times in your life you didn't have a funny comment or thought to soothe the stress in the atmosphere. You didn't know what to do.

[rainisawriter]

Hi can I request an h&l fic where fujio finally gets the motorbike he wants and has become quite the happy menace. Then maybe something happens and now needs the someone maybe from sannoh (maybe cobra or Yamato or both) to talk him to calming down. Dunno how the transition of that will be but maybe because Yamato fixes bikes?? Or something?

Thanks in advance 🤗😘

So, uh… I don't think this is what you had in mind when you sent this request I'm so sorry, I have no idea what happened lmao The fic just kinda… got a life of its own and took off, I guess. I totally understand if you hate this and feel free to send this request again if you'd like me to attempt sticking closer to what you wanted T-T)/

Genre: Fluff, friendship

Word Count: 5,853

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“Oi!” Kiyoshi slammed his hands down on the table, his eyes sparkling as he looked between me and Yasushi. “I want to go to Kyomin Café!”

“Kyomin?” the blonde’s brow furrowed as he glanced at you only to receive a shrug in reply. “What the hell is that?”

“It’s a café,” you replied with a snicker. “Weren’t you listening?”

Yasushi rolled his eyes. “I know it’s a damn café, but what kind of café? I’ve never heard of it before.”

“It just opened up downtown,” grinned Kiyoshi as he sat down beside you, his body forcing you to scoot over so there was enough room.

“Downtown?” Yasushi and you exchanged a look and you frowned.

“That’s White Rascal’s territory. If they find a couple of Oya kids there, they’re not gonna be happy.”

The blonde scoffed, folding his arms over his chest. “Please, we can take them easily!”

“You can try if you want,” you replied with a scoff. “But you can count me out. I have no interest in going against those guys.”

“Coward.”

“Call me what you want. I’m not a child like you, I won’t be goaded into it.”

“Hah?!”

Kiyoshi pouted at us. “Please? I really wanna go but I don’t wanna go alone!”

“Why do you wanna go there so bad, huh?” questioned Yasushi, looking suspiciously at his best friend.

His cheeks tinted pink as he lowered his gaze to the table.

The corner of your lips twitched upward as you realized the reason. “There’s a cute girl there, huh.”

His eyes widened, snapping over to you as his cheeks darkened. “How did you know?”

“You only have two interests - cute girls and fighting.”

Yasushi scoffed in disbelief. “No way in hell am I going to some cafe just so you can try and get a girlfriend. I have better things to do.”

“What?” you quirked a brow at him. “You mean glaring at Fujio’s group because you can’t beat them? Sounds like a bucket of laughs.”

“I don’t have to take this abuse from you!”

“Yet you’re not leaving.”

He glared at you for a moment, trying to intimidate you, but you just grinned at him, knowing you were right.

“Please!” cried Kiyoshi as he shot up from his seat, hands pressing together above his head as he bowed.

“Come on, Yasu,” you sent him a look. “This is clearly important to him and it’ll make him happy.”

He didn’t look convinced, narrowed eyes falling on the taller male.

“Besides, if we don’t do this we’ll have to deal with his sulking for the next week.”

Yasushi’s eye twitched at the thought, a scowl on his lips. “Fine.”

Kiyoshi’s face lit up like a kid on Christmas morning. “Thank you!!” He threw his arms around the two of you, squishing you both to his body despite the table that separated you and the blonde.

“I already regret this,” muttered Yasushi.

You only sighed in agreement.

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Kyomin Café was located in the heart of White Rascal’s territory and it was packed to the brim with customers, all dressed fashionably in bright-colored clothing. The three of you stuck out like a sore thumb but no one paid you any mind aside from a few confused or dirty looks.

“This is so stupid,” muttered Yasushi as he glanced around the brightly lit interior. The walls were a faint pink, the floor marble white and the fluorescent lights bright enough to replace the sun itself.

The majority of the customers were female, so you could see why Kiyoshi wanted to come here. Unfortunately for him, he failed to consider why it was such a hotspot for girls.

“Welcome to Kyomin Café!” A tall, attractive young man appeared in front of you, a bright smile on his face and little hearts drawn on his right cheek. The name tag on his chest read Kiku. If he was put off by the appearance of you three, he didn’t show it at all. “Is it just the three of you?”

Yasushi was glaring at him, clearly put off by his friendly demeanor.

Kiyoshi was staring at him with his mouth open as he fought between feeling annoyed and envious.

You cleared your throat. “Yeah, that’s right.”

“I’ve got the perfect table for you! Please follow me.” He lead us to a table near the back of the cafe. It was square and painted white, pushed against the wall with three chairs surrounding it. “I’ll give you a moment to browse the menu. Back in a jiff!”

Yasushi scowled at his back. “I hate him.”

“You hate everyone, that’s not saying much,” you commented, picking up the brightly colored menu. It was full of sweets in pastel colors with cute names you wouldn’t be caught dead saying aloud.

Kiyoshi whimpered, lowering his head. “How can I compete with that?!”

“You can’t,” scoffed Yasushi, leaning back in his chair with his arms folded over his chest.

You kicked him hard under the table, glaring at him before motioning toward the defeated male.

He frowned, his hard demeanor falling the tiniest bit. He leaned forward, slapping Kiyoshi on the shoulder. “Hey, if they don’t choose you, then they’re dumbasses. So what if you’re not a pretty boy like that loser? Can he take a knife to the gut and keep fighting? No, he can’t! He would drop to the ground and cry like the loser he is.”

“You’re right…” He slowly lifted his head, his confidence slowly returning to him. “I’m twice the man he is!”

“Exactly!”

The girls sitting at the next table looked at the two weirdly before getting up and moving to a different table. You briefly wondered how long it would take before the three of you got banned from the cafe.

You rested your cheek against your hand, glancing to your left, eyes locking with one of the servers. Time seemed to freeze as the two of you stared at each other and it took a moment for recognition to flash through your mind.

It was Fujio. His usually slicked-back hair now sat against his forehead in waves, earrings dangling from his ears. He wore the cafe's uniform and tiny stars had been drawn onto the skin beneath his left eye.

His eyes widened in shock, panic clearly dancing within them. He stumbled back, nearly running into the guy who had seated you before he darted into the backroom. You had no idea why he was here but something told you he didn't want anyone at Oya to find out.

You glanced at your two best friends and frowned. You knew better than anyone that, if they found out, they would tease him mercilessly. The boys at Oya loved to gossip more than little old ladies enjoying Sunday tea so it would only be a matter of minutes before the whole of Oya knew.

"This shit looks gross," you stated, scowling at the menu. "My stomach already hurts. No way can I eat this sugary shit. Can we go now?"

"Hah?" Yasushi scowled at you. "You're the one who insisted that we come here for Kiyoshi. Now you wanna leave?"

You glanced around the room before leaning forward, lowering your voice. "My stomach really hurts, okay? You know how I get around big crowds.”

Kiyoshi frowned, concern written on his face as he leaned toward you. “Why is your stomach hurting? Are you sick?”

You shrugged a shoulder, looking at him pleadingly. “I don’t know, maybe. I think the ramen I ate this morning might have been expired.”

Yasushi scowled at this. “I just told you to throw that shit away!”

“I forgot.”

“You’re a hopeless idiot,” he huffed, standing up. “Let’s get out of here.”

Kiyoshi nodded, standing up and waiting for you to do the same. “Do you need me to carry you?”

“No, it’s not that bad. Thanks, though.”

“Where are you going?” Kiku approached us with a frown, head tilted to the side. “You haven’t even ordered yet. Is the menu not to your liking?”

“Piss off,” Yasushi huffed, glaring at the male as he walked past, making sure to bump his shoulder against Kiku’s. Kiyoshi also sent him a glare.

You glanced over your shoulder, locking eyes with Fujio again as he peered his head around the door. He was watching you nervously, his bottom lip between his teeth. He was clearly waiting for you to rat him out.

“Excuse me?” Kiku called out wearily, looking between you and the raven-haired male. “Do you know Hanaoka-san?”

“Nope,” you replied simply before turning back around and leaving the café. The boys were waiting for you, leaving an empty spot between them so they could walk on either side of you.

“We’re never doing that shit again,” huffed Yasushi. “What a waste.”

Kiyoshi’s shoulders slumped. “I’m sorry…”

You patted him on the shoulder. “Don’t worry too much, Kiyo. You’ll find a girlfriend one day.”

“I hope you’re right…”

“I’m always right.”

Yasushi snorted loudly, sending you a disbelieving look. “Like hell you are!”

You returned it with a blank look. “You should really stop being such a buzzkill, Yasu.”

“I am not a buzzkill! Right, Kiyoshi?”

Kiyoshi paused, looking between the two of you. His lips parted but, instead of answering, he turned on his heel and took off down the street.

“Yah! Get back here!” Yasushi cried, taking off after him.

You chuckled, shaking your head.

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“I’m hungry,” Yasushi complained, leaning back in his chair and staring up at the ceiling of the classroom.

“That sounds like a you problem,” you commented, not looking up from your phone.

He clicked his tongue in annoyance. “Oi, go with me to the vending machines.”

“Are you paying?”

He rolled his eyes as he stood up, stuffing his hands into his pockets. “Don’t I always?”

You followed him out into the hall, dodging students as they rushed past. It had been a few days since you saw Fujio at the café and you had the feeling he was avoiding you. Not that it mattered much since you guys weren’t friends, but you had to admit that you were curious. 

Was he having money problems? Did he get roped into it by someone else? The only one you knew who could work there was Tsukasa, but you doubted he would be willing to take the job. 

Speak of the devil and he shall appear.

Tsukasa was walking down the hall toward you, hands in his pockets. His eyes met yours for a moment before he looked away. You stepped to the side to walk past him but he went out of his way to bump his shoulder against yours. You realized why he had done so when he pressed a piece of paper into your hand.

“Sorry about that,” he smiled charmingly.

Yasushi scowled at him. “Watch where the hell you’re going, Takajo!”

“Right, right. Sorry,” he apologized again, his eyes flickering to your hand.

“Don’t worry about it,” you replied, sticking your hand into your pocket so Yasushi wouldn’t see the note.

“You should have punched him,” complained the blonde.

“It was an accident, keep your panties on.”

“I do not wear panties.”

“I hear they’re super comfortable for guys.”

“I’m going to kill you.”

“You’d be doing me a favor.”

The two of you stared each other down for a moment before grinning and cracking up.

“I’m gonna head to the bathroom,” you told him and he nodded.

“What do you want from the machine?”

“The usual.”

“Sure.”

You headed in the direction of the bathroom but kept walking when you reached it, glancing over your shoulder to make sure he wasn’t following you. You waited until you found an empty classroom before tugging the note from your pocket and reading it over.

'Meet me behind the school in 20 - H. F'

You hummed in interest, taking note of how pretty his handwriting was. Quite strange for a delinquent, but it somehow suited him. You considered going back to Yasushi and making up some lie about needing to go somewhere only to decide that it was easier just to go to the meeting. You could figure something out to tell him later.

Fujio was pacing under the large oak tree out back, his hand on his chin.

“Yo,” you called out, holding up the note when he looked over at you. “What’s up?”

He frowned at you, glancing at the note. “You didn’t tell Yasushi or Kiyoshi.”

“Did you want me to?” you inquired, quirking a brow.

“No!” he replied quickly. “No, I - I just figured you would."

"Not the first time you've been wrong, Hanaoka," you chuckled, trying to cut through some of the tension. It seemed to work as he grinned sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. "I am curious, though. Why are you working there?"

His eyes lightened up at this and he dug into his pocket to pull out a page ripped from a magazine. "Look!"

You took it from him curiously, eyes scanning the page. It was for a motorbike, the price set at *. "Ho~? Are you planning to go the way of Murayama-san?"

"Of course not!" His brow furrowed and he folded his arms over his chest. "I just really want one. Have you seen Sannoh riding around town? They look so cool! I bet it's really freeing, too, like you're flying!"

You watched him closely as he spoke, taking in the cheerful and excited look on his face. He seemed so happy, so carefree, unburdened by the weight of being an Oya leader. You had to admit, it was a good look on him.

"What?" He pouted, shifting nervously under your watchful gaze. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"I think it's great that you have something you want and you're working hard for it," you told him honestly, handing the page back. "I hope you get it, Hanaoka."

"Thank you," he smiled softly before adding as an afterthought. "For everything."

"Sure. You don't have to worry, I won't tell anyone about your job. Later." You lifted your hand in a half wave before turning and heading back into the school. Your phone buzzed in your pocket and you didn't have to check the ID to know who it was.

"Yah!" Yasushi's voice was so loud on the other end that you had to pull the phone away from your ear. "Where the hell did you go? Did I buy this shit for my own health, huh?"

"Keep your panties on, I'm on my way."

"I told you I don't - no, screw you! I'm giving your snacks to Kiyoshi!"

"Don't you dare -" But he had already hung up the phone. "Motherfucker," You muttered, rushing down the hall.

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You stifled a yawn as you stepped into the café, the bright lights making you wince. It was dark outside but with all of the neon lights of the downtown district, it was as if the sun was still out. Even so, they couldn't compare to the overpowering fluorescents of the café. You couldn't help but feel as if it was completely ridiculous to have lights that bright.

Surely someone had to have complained, right? You glanced around at the customers, all of them young girls with stars in their eyes as they undressed the waiters with their hungry gazes. It made you shiver in disgust.

"Oh, you're back!"

Your gaze shifted to Kiku who smiled warmly at you. "Table for one."

"Your friends aren't with you?" he inquired curiously, glancing behind you.

"Wasn't really their kinda scene."

"Oh, I see," he giggled. "Follow me!"

Kiku led you to the same table you had been at a few days ago, promising to return soon. You still felt sick looking at the menu of pure sugar, but the iced hot chocolate looked appetizing. You made a mental note to ask if it was as sweet as everything else.

While waiting for the waiter to return, your eyes scanned the café but there was no sign of Fujio. You were sure he had been working tonight, but it was more of a hunch than hard fact.

Kiku returned a moment later. "Do you know what -"

"Is Hanaoka working tonight?" you interrupted him, not sparing him a glance. 

"He's supposed to be, but he's running late," pouted the male, his hand on his hip. "I was supposed to get off five minutes ago."

You hummed thoughtfully, wondering if he had gotten caught up in a fight or something on his way. You briefly worried that the White Rascals had found him and, for some reason, that made your heart clench up anxiously. It was a feeling you had only ever experienced when Yasu or Kiyo were in danger. Not just a fight, but genuine danger.

"I thought you said you didn't know -"

Fujio came rushing into the café, breathing heavily and his clothes askew. His eyes fell on Kiku and he hurried over, bowing with his hands pressed together in front of him.

"I'm so sorry, Kiku-san! I had a… family issue to deal with."

Kiku sighed dramatically, inspecting the black polish on his nails. "You're lucky the customers love you so much. In fact, this one was just asking about you."

Fujio's eyes fell on you before widening in surprise, his lips parted.

Kiku patted him on the shoulder. "Go get yourself together and get clocked in, yeah? My feet are killing me."

"Yes, sir!" He sent you one last look before rushing into the back.

"Do you mind waiting?" inquired Kiku with a kind smile. "If you do, I can take your order before clocking out."

"I've got nowhere to be," you replied.

"Awesome. I'll let Hanaoka-san know to come see you first," he winked before turning and leaving.

You turned your attention to the window beside you. There was a small alleyway there with a brick wall on the other side, nothing too interesting. There was a line of windows stretching across the cafe wall, though, so you could see people walking past on the street, as well as the neon lights flashing across the buildings.

Thunder rumbled softly overhead, sending the people scattering inside, not wanting to be caught in the rain in their party outfits. 

"Hey."

You glanced over as Fujio squatted down beside the table, a pad and pen in hand. "Late for work, huh? You're never gonna get your bike that way."

He pouted, folding his arms on the table. "It wasn't my fault! Those guys jumped me, I had to fight back."

You scanned his face for any sign of injury but saw none.

He realized this and gently patted his right side, only to wince in pain. "I made sure they didn't get my face. I'm pretty sure I'd get fired if I showed up with a busted lip."

"Not necessarily. Girls like them," you motioned around you with your hand. "They live for drama. All you have to do is tell them someone robbed you and they'll eat it up. Might even give you a bigger tip."

"I don't want to lie to them."

You clicked your tongue, leaning back in your chair. "Sometimes this world doesn't deserve honesty."

"I'd rather live in a world that does," he admitted, a soft smile on his face.

You frowned at this, eyes narrowed. You wanted to call him a fool, to tell him that he was being naïve, but you couldn't bring yourself to say it. Fujio was an honest guy through and through. He didn't hold back his intentions or lie about what he wanted, even if it would benefit him. 

That kind of person can be easy to take advantage of, to manipulate, and you didn't want that to happen to him. For whatever reason, you now felt protective over him. It was the same way you felt about Yasu and Kiyo yet… it was also different in a way you couldn't put your finger on.

"So," he broke the tense silence, clearing his throat. "What are you doing here?"

You hummed, tapping your fingers on the menu. "Well, I didn't get to try anything the last time I was here. I kept thinking about the iced hot chocolate."

"Oh, that's one of our more popular items!" He grinned. "Everyone says it's really good."

"Have you tried it?"

"I have and I really like it. Do you want one?"

"How sweet is it?" 

"I can make it as sweet as you want. Most people request the sweetest version but I tried it and it was gross," his nose wrinkled cutesy and you chuckled.

"Just lightly sweet, please."

"Of course!" He scribbled it down on his notepad before glancing up at you. "Anything else?"

"I'll see after I finish my drink."

"Okay, I'll have it out to you soon." Fujio stood up with a smile, turning to give your order to the guy making the drinks but he barely made it two steps before his name was being called.

"Hana-kun~!" A short girl with wavy blonde hair waved frantically at him, nearly bouncing in her seat when he turned to look at her. She pouted her glossy lips, batting her eyelashes. "I missed you!"

He smiled charmingly at her, no doubt having learned it from Tsukasa. "I'll be with you in a moment, Minnie."

As soon as he disappeared into the back, her eyes fell on you, narrowed in annoyance. She sized you up before scoffing, a smirk sliding onto her lips as she twirled a piece of hair around her finger. She clearly didn't think much of you but you didn't really care either way. You weren't here to please this random chick you didn't even know.

Her face lit up when he stepped into the room again, but it fell when he ignored her and came straight to you, carrying the drink you ordered.

"I made sure it's not too sweet for you. Go on, taste it." He watched you closely as you sipped the drink. "Well? I can have it remade if it's too much."

"It's perfect. Thanks, Hanaoka."

A grin slid across his face, rubbing the back of his neck. "Glad you like it. I'll leave you to it, then."

You hummed as he finally gave Minnie the attention she was seeking. She kept glancing over at you as if to rub it in your face, but you were paying her no mind, looking down at your phone. Yasushi had messaged in the group chat, asking where you were since he had gone to your house and couldn't find you.

-> Yasubaka: Oi, were u kidnapped or sumthin?

-> Kiyochan: Kisnapped?!

-> Kiyochan: kidnapped*

-> Yasubaka: pft, I feel sorry for the kidnappers

-> Yasubaka: they got no idea what theyre in for

-> Yasubaka: seriously where tf are u??

You scoffed at the two idiots but couldn't help smiling at their concern. No matter how much you annoyed each other, you were still family at the end of the day. You quickly messaged back saying you had gone on vacation before putting your phone on silent and slipping it back into your pocket. Fujio was running around the cafe, taking orders and entertaining the girls drooling over him. He continued to check on you, but you chose not to order anything else.

After an hour of consideration, you had made your choice.

You pulled out a wad of cash from your pocket, counting out how much was needed for the bill before adding a $20 tip. You glanced at Fujio, catching his eye. He was in the middle of taking someone's order so he couldn't come over, but that was fine. You knew he was gonna fight against the over-tipping and you were too tired to deal with it. You motioned toward the cash and he nodded before returning his attention to the customers.

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"What the hell?!" Fujio slapped his hand on your desk, eyes burning as they bore into your own.

Yasushi and Kiyoshi were, thankfully, not in the classroom, but several of their followers were. They knew of Fujio's strength, though, and hesitated to attack him. They just stared at him with wide eyes and open mouths, trying to decide the best course of action.

You quirked a brow at him. "Hello to you, too."

Fujio glanced at the other students before lowering his voice. "We need to talk!"

"No."

"No?"

"I know what you wanna talk about and I'm not interested."

"It's too much!"

"Don't care." You sent him a blank look before getting up and leaving the room, the raven-haired male hot on your heels.

"Take it back." Fujio grabbed your wrist, trying to stuff the bill into your hand but you clenched it into a fist, giving him a grin.

"I refuse."

"Why are you being so difficult?" he pouted.

"Why are you? Just take it, Hanaoka."

He bit his lip, seeming torn. "Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"A hundred percent sure?"

"Yes."

"A hundred million -"

"I'm going to punch you."

A smile slid onto his lips, his grip loosening around your wrist but not leaving it. "Thank you."

"Don't mention it. Seriously, don't," you warned him, but your smile betrayed you.

"I won't if you won't," he said softly, his eyes once again boring into your own. They were softer this time, filled with something you couldn't quite decipher.

"Deal," you replied softly, unable to tear your gaze from his. Were his eyes always that pretty?

"Senpai, is everything alright?"

You quickly stepped away, realizing just how close the two of you had been. Clearing your throat, you looked at the first year that followed YasuKiyo. "Yeah, it's fine. Come on, let's go."

You could feel Fujio's eyes on your back as you walked away, but you couldn't bring yourself to look at him.

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Over the next few months, you actively visited the café just to help Fujio with his bike fund. To be honest, the place wasn't terrible but you certainly regretted giving their food a try. As expected, it was full of sugar and made your stomach turn. How anyone could eat that drivel, you'd never know.

He continued to resist the extra tip each time but finally gave in when he realized you weren't planning on changing your mind anytime soon. Part of you was thankful for this while another part missed arguing with him about accepting it. With each visit, you felt yourself growing more attached to the male and it was starting to scare you.

Yasushi and Kiyoshi had also noticed the change in your demeanor, along with the constant disappearance acts you kept pulling. They knew something was up and, being the idiot brothers they were, they wouldn't drop the subject. Every time they saw you, they were demanding answers or glaring at you in a poor attempt to break you. Having to deal with them and the fact that you had no idea how you felt about Fujio now was annoying as hell.

Finally, you just started avoiding everyone just to get some peace and quiet.

There was a spot on the opposite side of the roof from where Fujio's crew hung out that no one used. Probably because the floor was super weak there and, honestly, was a death trap in the making. It was peaceful, though, so you found yourself hiding up there more times than not.

"Is that Fujio?"

"No way!"

Curious, you peered over the side of the roof, seeing the raven-haired male driving down the street on a shiny new bike. His smile was brighter than the fucking sun and it was obvious that he was pretty damn happy about finally getting his bike. He hopped off it as soon as he was in front of the school, showing it off to anyone who would look.

You snorted when one of the boys tried to touch it only to get a foot in the face and a scolding look from Fujio.

Seeing how happy he was to finally have the bike he had wanted for so long brought a smile to your face, but it also left a sour taste in your mouth. He didn't need you anymore, you realized. He was probably going to quit his job at the café since he had what he wanted.

It shouldn't have bothered you, but it did. It bothered you a lot, more than you were willing to admit out loud.

You rolled onto your back, hands behind your head as you stared up at the fluffy white clouds above you. 'I should be happy. Now I don't have to visit that damn café anymore. Yasu and Kiyo will finally get off my back, too. Not to mention how happy Hanaoka is. This is a good thing...'

You groaned, rolling onto your side and closing your eyes. "A good thing, huh..."

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You stifled a yawn as you walked down the street, heading home after a long day of fighting. For some reason, everyone and their grandma seemed to want to fight YasuKiyo and, by association, you. It was something you had grown used to after so many years, but it felt as if everyone came out of the trenches today.

Someone yelled your name from behind and you held back a groan, turning to see who wanted to fight you now. To your surprise, it was Tsukasa and Fujio. You said nothing as they approached, quirking a brow at the blonde as he was the one who had called for you.

"We need your help."

"My help?" you echoed, scratching your cheek. "What for?"

Tsukasa nudged the ravenette in the ribs and you finally turned your gaze to him. The sadness in his eyes made your heart clench up painfully, anxiety coursing through your system. He looked as if he wanted to cry, an expression you had never once seen on the male.

He took a step toward you, his lips trembling as he searched for the right words. "There was an accident..."

Tsukasa sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Do you have to be so dramatic? They're going to get the wrong idea if you say it like that."

"Oh," he frowned at his best friend before looking back at you. "My bike, she... she was hurt. Badly."

The blonde folded his arms over his chest. "A couple of the part-timers got ahold of the truck Seki used to drive and they didn't see his bike there."

"She didn't stand a chance!" Fujio cried, grabbing you by the shoulders. "Tsukasa said you could help. Is that true?!"

"Ah, well... I can't help -"

His head fell, grip tightening on your shoulders.

"- but I know someone who can."

His head shot up, hope in his watery eyes. "Really?!"

"We gotta go to Sannoh territory, though."

"I have to get back to Oya," said Tsukasa with a sigh. "They made a real mess with that damn truck. Can I leave him in your hands?"

"Yeah, I got him."

"Thank you," he smiled charmingly at you before giving Fujio a stern look. "Behave and don't cause them any problems. No fighting with Sannoh, got it?"

"You have no faith in me, Tsukasa," pouted Fujio.

"I wonder why..."

After parting ways with the blonde, you led Fujio toward Sannoh's territory, feeling nervous for a host of reasons. Despite Cobra and Murayama having long since squashed their beef, they were still wary of Oya. Probably more so now that Murayama had left. They were also super protective of you because of your cousin. By all accounts, it was a bad idea to bring Fujio here yet you didn't hesitate.

Fujio needed you and you loved it.

The metal door to Asahina garage was up and your cousin sitting inside eating some onigiri. There was a broken down bike off to the side and he had no doubt been working on it before taking a break.

Yamato glanced up when he heard you enter, his eyes widening when he realized it was you. He jumped up, throwing his arms around you and squeezing the life from your bones. "Oi, where the hell have you been, huh? I was beginning to think you forgot about your favorite cousin!"

"You're my only cousin," you grunted in annoyance, trying to shove the hulk of a man off of you. "And I was here like two weeks ago."

"To see Cobra!"

"And? Cobra is less annoying."

"Thank you."

You glanced at the stairs, seeing Cobra descending them with a bottle of water in his hand and a smile on his face. "You're here, too?"

"Don't sound too excited," he joked, but a serious expression came to his face when he spied the ravenette lingering behind you. "Who is he?"

Before you could say a thing, Fujio bowed at the hip and introduced himself with vigor. "Hanaoka Fujio!"

"He's my friend," you stressed, sending the two males a stern look. "And he needs help."

"We're not a charity case," scoffed Yamato, eyes narrowed at the boy.

"He needs his bike fixed," you explained, taking note of how your cousin's eyes lit up at the mention. "I'll pay for it if that'll make you happy."

"No!" chorused Yamato and Fujio, sending you a scowl.

You held your hands up in surrender, fighting back your smile. "You'll help, then?"

Yamato seemed to consider this for a moment before sighing. "Fine. Bring it to me and I'll see what I can do."

"Thank you so much!" cried Fujio, bowing to them again. His eyes weren't quite as dull now, regaining some of their usual happy shimmer.

"I'm not making any promises," muttered Yamato before returning to his snack.

You patted the ravenette on the arm before turning to leave the garage.

He walked at your side, a pep in his step. "Thank you for this. It really means a lot."

You hummed. "Don't think you're not paying me back for this."

A smile tugged at his lips and he nodded. "Of course! Whatever you want."

The words made you pause, brow furrowed at him. He made it a few more steps before realizing you had stopped. He glanced at you, tilting his head to the side. "What's wrong?"

"Do you mean it?" you questioned softly. "Anything I want?"

"Yeah," he nodded. "Did you have something in mind?"

"Yeah."

"What is it?"

You closed the distance, leaning closer until your face was just inches from his own. You knew exactly what you wanted.

Fujio swallowed hard, his cheeks tinting pink. "W-What are you -"

You leaned toward his ear. "You're buying me lunch for a month." And then you pulled back, walking away as if nothing happened.

Fujio's lips parted, face burning as he tried to wrap his mind around what had just happened.

You grinned back at him. "Oi, you comin' or what?"

He tried to get a hold of himself, ignoring his racing heart as he rushed to catch up with you.

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[zaceouiswriting]

Fairy Prince - Hearts of Leviathans - Ch.15

Character: Sky x male reader, Riven x male reader, Brandon x male reader

Universe: Somewhere in Winx Club/Saga

Warnings: None

I walk through the crowd with my chest swollen with endless pride. Even if they don't like me alone, my presence forced them to make room for me, most likely so that none of them would have to touch such a despicable person as me.

Saladin watches all this with a horrified expression. However, before things got too bad, he hit his staff on the ground. The magical wave that courses through everyone draws everyone's attention to him. It quickly relieves me of the feeling that I've done something despicable when I was only trying to enter my new school.

Just as the elderly headmaster of the Red Fountain Academy began his speech, something else caught my attention. From the side of my field of vision, the building suddenly attracts my interest like a magnet.

The building is made of red brick and yellowish sandstone, with small and large windows that reveal the dark brown interior. The entire house is trembling with anticipation. It's been a long time since anyone has been here: the old academy building, which looks like a small castle. Like everything else my family built, this building was made with our magic, through which it has a mind of its own. Inside is a magical core that beats as if it has a heart that keeps it alive. There is not a single crack visible on the entire exterior of the building, even though no one has taken care of it for so long.

My gaze slowly wanders up to the second and third floors. There in a window stands a man in an old suit. A monocle hangs from his left eye, and his right ear is covered with a bandage.

But soon, the man moves away. As soon as he is gone, my gaze goes further up the building to the bright blue roof. Furthermore, I could see two towers, one behind the building on the left and the other in front on the right. While the tower on the back is much taller than the one on the front, the smaller one strikes a feeling of terror in my veins.

Cory's tight grip on my shoulder draws my attention back to him. This time, I even turn slightly to look into his disapproving eyes.

“They’re trying to get in,” he whispers to me.

Shocked and annoyed, my mouth opens without me doing anything. Not to say anything. It just happened. Sometimes, I wish people would stop trying to invade our territory. There is no magic in the universe - except perhaps the Empresses or Emperors - that makes our magic listen to anyone else.

Taking a step forward, the hand on my shoulder slowly falls off. Even though I could still feel him walking behind me, he gives me enough space to do whatever I want.

“Have you ever tried knocking?” I know the sarcastic tone in my voice is audible because almost everyone groans in disapproval. The same woman who called the specialists on me gives me a sideways glance so full of venom that I only want to slap it off her face. Instead, I push past these moral hypocrites and straight to the door.

As I suggested, I knock on the door quite forcefully. But even after a few minutes, nothing happens. I could hear people whispering, calling me “disgusting” and “disgraceful.” They laugh at me everywhere and surely think that I am not only a creep but also stupid. I completely ignore the two principals who couldn't open the door themselves. I could force the doors open if I wanted to, but it would damage the already troubled house. The spells haven't been renewed for a while.

Out of nowhere, the large double doors open. Honestly, it wasn't all that sudden because the door squeaked loudly as someone opened it from the inside. But it’s obvious that the door is difficult to open. When the doors were finally opened, the same elegantly dressed man I had previously seen in the window stood before me. 

"Welcome, ho-" I could barely shake my head before he would say anymore. The man seems to understand immediately. He clears his throat, puts a hand over his mouth, and looks down for a second. When he looks up again, he shows a small smile. “Welcome, guests! Please state your intentions.”

One of the specialists suddenly pushes me aside. I immediately lost my balance and couldn't avoid falling into a group of girls. They scream and call me a pervert once again. The group even went so far as to walk away from me and let me fall to the ground. As the dirt covers my clothes, many people stand around me and laugh loudly at me.

Anger slowly grows inside me. I have never been treated so disrespectfully! I had to use all my energy to keep my temper under control so as not to explode. Just then, someone extends their hand to me. As I follow the long arm with my eyes, I immediately look into the smiling eyes of the only one of these disgusting people who treats me like a normal being.

Without hesitation, I take his hand and stand back on my feet in one swift move.

“You are not welcome here!” The same voice of the older man who opened the door from the inside echoes across the castle's forecourt. As I look around, all eyes were on me. Most of them look very happy. Because, of course, everyone believes that the man means me. Who else could he be referring to?

But I only grin back at the people. I know these words are not meant for me.

I ignore the other people and wander over to the guy who pushed me to the ground. The butler-looking man stands before him and does not allow him to enter the building.

"You have no right to keep me out! I am Artheon Papalgio, and I'm-"

“Unimportant,” the man replies before the young man can finish his sentence. Shocked, the dirty blonde stares at the man as if he had seen a ghost. “The House of Papalgio, a minor noble house of Eraklyon, known for their loyalty and skill in administration. Notable Members-"

“Stop,” the young man whimpers. He seems ashamed of his family, which he shouldn't do since most specialists don't come from aristocratic families.

Saladin desperately tries to get Artheon into the old academy building. But the other man didn't let a word get to him. Looking straight forward, without looking at anyone, the man speaks again.

“It's not me who has to let him in. He did not insult me, but another student,” he told Saladin in a hard and cold voice.

“I forgive him this time,” I say slowly, as I can feel everyone’s eyes on me again. I look sharply at the guy. Who still seems to think he is better than me.

The smartly dressed man nods at him and opens his arm to let the first person in. But when Artheon tries to be that first person, he gets pushed back.

“You will be the last one,” said the man, still standing in the doorway, harshly. Only to open his arm again so I can walk through. After me, the man lets in all the others. Even the teachers had to enter before Artheon was allowed to enter. I silently thank the man again and again.

Neither headmaster even waited for Artheon to be let in before walking further into the building. Saladin, in particular, mutters something under his breath about the size of the building, as he remembers it being much larger.

He tries again every spell he knows to make the building the way he remembers it, but nothing works.

Cory's hand grabs my shoulder again.

“What is it today with you touching me?” I ask him quietly, hissing. He doesn't back down. He only gives me a knowing look. With both arms in front of me, I finally give in after he stared at me for about a minute.

But before I do anything, I snatch his hand from my shoulder and walk away from him, leaning casually against one of the walls, mostly away from anyone's attention. The inside of my hand pressed against the cold stone of the house.

I close my eyes and let my magic flow into the house, searching for its core because the building didn't respond to my call immediately.

“Master,” an indescribable voice calls to me.

A smile even grows on my face. The voice sounds just like the one that echoes through the palace at home, which I listened to on silent nights. It has helped me a lot, from helping me out while playing hide-and-seek to giving me tips while studying.

“Can you expand?” I ask the house happily.

But the magic didn't answer me. It just left me feeling empty. Unwilling to let the house slowly die, I pump magic into it. Luckily, since I've been full of magic for so long, the reproduction happens quickly as it needs to return to a normal flow.

Soon, I could hear the interior space expanding, feel rooms being added, and even hear water splashing in a distant corner of the building.

When I open my eyes again, smiling even wider after the magic thanks me, I glance over to Cory. When our eyes meet, my body shakes before I can understand what is happening. I stumble to the side. Cory catches me barely in time, his face full of panic, so worried I could almost believe it.

But I remember he's just my grandfather's lap dog, so I push him away as soon as I'm calm enough. For a second, I even imagined I could see a hurt glint in his eyes. 

I quickly turn away from him. But I still can't concentrate on what Saladin is rambling about. His voice to me is like a Toggo - a small round animal, unable to move in warmth - that my old teacher hit on the head to bring my attention back to him or to torment me.

With my mind blank, I stare at the old man, trying to find anything special about him besides his staff in the shape of a snake, even with a snake's eyes as the centerpiece.

“Are you ready to go to your room?” A sudden voice robs me of my inner silence. It even startles me a little. When I turn to the person, I see the same woman who called the specialists on me, speaking to me again like some vile creature. Her voice is so fake-sweet that I want to hit her.

With a sweet smile as fake as her voice, I look her disgustingly up and down and say, "No."

"What? How dare you talk to me like that?"

“I'm waiting at the training field to the right of the building. You have to go past some trees as the place is overgrown because no one cared about it for so long,” I tell the old headmaster, ignoring the woman's outburst. 

My voice comes out in the same sweet tone, only with an underlining accusatory tone.

Before any of the teachers could answer, I walk past everyone. On the way out, I meet Cory again. As soon as I'm next to him, I suddenly stop. I look into his eyes intently. He holds my gaze and doesn't even flinch.

“Who broke the spell?” I ask him, whispering in his ear. He remains silent, his gaze never wandering anywhere else. “It was Saladin, wasn’t it?” Suddenly, he swallows hard and answers my question with it. But instead of getting angry, I smile. “The old man is more powerful than I thought.”

Now that I know what happened to my silencing spell, I walk past Cory. To the front door. The elegantly dressed man is still standing at the door, watching me with a longing in his eyes. When no one was looking, I winked at him with a half-smile. He looks at me slightly questioningly, almost sadly. I'm sure that if I had stopped right before him, it would have been a happy reaction because he and the other servants seemed to have been waiting for a long time.

But I don't want to blow my cover just yet. I'm waiting for the perfect moment to do it, and when it happens, I will apologize to the servants for my behavior.

[Masterlist]

[zehecatl]

Kyman where Cartman is extremely possessive and territorial over Kyle except when it comes to Stan and Kenny

like if anyone tries to even touch his boyfriend, Cartman goes berserk. but Kenny snuggling up to Kyle during lunch to take a quick nap is fine and nothing to worry about. anyone trying to bring it up gets a raised eyebrow and the most 'are you stupid' look imaginable

Stan offhandedly mentions that Kyle was his first (male) crush, and Cartman elbows him and commiserates, like hell yeah, isn't our boy so hot? Stan'll blush up a fucking storm, but Cartman is unbothered. of course Stan was into Kyle! if anyone else told him this he would threaten to kill everyone they love and then bury them alive

Kenny and Stan are both very well-aware of this, but only subconsciously. they're simply too used to being a team, that it's never even crossed their minds to be worried about Cartman lashing out at them. everyone else is baffled and confused, but for these four.. it just makes sense

[dimaviks]

••• rhysand's son x reader

••• orpheus, rhysand's son, is an emissary to a human city where he meets a spy. sm//ut.

With Orpheus, there was never any real way of knowing what he was thinking, of what horrible thing he might do next. It was hard dealing with the uncertainty of it all, of never knowing how he really felt. He'd been raised in a household where the only form of love could be found in violence. He was a male who did not share, who did not engage in things for the fun of it. Everything needed to have a purpose.

This fae male had arrived seven months back, part of a delegation on behalf of this newly occupied city. Human lands conquered by other humans, the force such a level of brutality some of the fae had refused to even deal with them. You were a spy, you'd told him. The only one you'd ever told. After a night he'd gotten so drunk and spilled his guts, confessing horrible secret after horrible secret. The next morning, you woke with your head on his chest, his arms around you tense as he considered everything you'd been told. You could practically hear the thoughts in his head, how he would need to kill you. Before he could, you spilled your secrets, offered things that would get you horrifically tortured if anyone found out. You'd been here for so long. Most of the spies sent out had been captured within two months. For you to last nearly a year was a true testament to your skill. One he couldn't help but feel pride for.

One that made his chest beam with pride. A quiet possession, he supposed. For now, at least. For now, you'd refuse to go with him, not while so many people were counting on you to smuggle food into the city. How many would starve without you? When this was over, when everything wasn't so horrible, he'd take you away. He didn't care where. Maybe to Night, at first, until whatever fallout came from your King had passed. There was no real threat from him, Orpheus knew, but he wasn't sure about you. If you knew how he felt too soon, you might run, take a new identity. Here, in these lands, you knew like the back of your hand, you could stay hidden forever.

You were bound to get caught sooner or later. Especially as their presence increased, their own spies fluttering through the city. Likewise, Orpheus was due back to Night. He wondered if it would be easier to try to find something on you, use a little force. He knew the second you were sure that you were caught, you'd be immediately on your way out of the city. Maybe he'd take you then. He can at least pretend the only reason was to keep you safe, he can pretend he doesn't imagine his hand tangled in your hair, placing feather soft kisses down the collum of your neck.

He stands behind you, keeping eye contact through the long mirror you stood in front of, a velvet black box in his hand. You shifted on heeled feet when his voice came out soft and sweet, completely at odds with the look in his eyes and the devious smile on his lips. "I have a gift for you," Part of you hated his gifts, how each one felt more claiming than the last. Your position here worked as long as no one knew. And Orpheus, territorial as his kind often were, hadn't exactly accepted that.

Like now, the dress you wore had the same color accented that Orpheus had on his jacket. The dress he'd given you. It felt stupid to wear it now, knowing how he was. How he'd wanted some claim on you. Especially after he found out you were only invited to this party by Jonas, a warrior from the invading country. He'd lived near you and had shopped at the same markets. It was easy to get your nails in.

You still wore the dress, refusing to take it off because you owned nothing else for something like it. You hadn't even known Orpheus had been invited until he'd shown up, matching colors. Jonas would wear something green, too.

Your fingers found the box, snagging on the bow wrapped around it. "A dildo?" You hissed. His smile broke wider, one that seemed genuine. There were times when you could tell it had been fake, where he was just amusing you for some means to an end. What did it matter when you were this lonely? When you were so scared every day of your life that you couldn't stand to go outside if it wasn't for spying. You clung to that like a lifeline, knowing familiar faces had been disappearing. It would be you soon, too. Especially if you started stealing information from Jonas.

Born in a time of peace, you never realized how horrific war could be.

"Lay on the bed, baby," Orpheus crooned, hands snaking around your waist, fingers catching the zipper and pulling it to the base of your back in one fell swoop. You sighed, not feeling like fighting. Besides, Jonas would be here in thirty minutes. Orpheus would get distracted before then. Especially since the arrival of the Hybern prince. He'd been in a mood ever since, sometimes refusing to even touch you if you'd happen to say the wrong thing.

He helped you step out of your dress, laying it over the chair. "He'll be here soon," You reminded. Orpheus just hummed. He seemed in a good mood. Sometimes, that was another sign that everything was about to quickly turn sour.

He pulled black panties over your hips, tossing them to the side as he sunk down on his knees. His hands held your thighs apart, eyes flickering over your cunt. Not bothering to ease into it, he places feather soft kisses along your clit. You were wrong before, about the possibility of Orpheus not being interested and bored. He chuckled when you flinches, curling your fingers into the bed sheets.

He was so vulgar. In Prythian, they had expected their females to have a certain level of modesty. In Edona, it was different. Sex wasn't something celebrated so freely. You weren't supposed to have a silicone shaped cock pressed into your pussy right before an event full of people you were spying on.

In a week, you were helping smuggle other captured spies out of the country. It was hard and brutal now. It was typical for the heavy winter snows to hold off until the beginning of January. You couldn't begin to imagine what it would be like then.

You pushed the thoughts away, letting Orpheus put your legs over his shoulders as he began eating your pussy in earnest. His hands rubbed your skin, sliding over your stomach and thighs before coming up and pinching and tugging on your nipples until you were groaning and rolling your hips against his face. You came with a sharp cry, legs falling open. Orpheus presses his cheek against your inner thigh, resting there and gazing at you with a shit eating grin. You wondered how late Orpheus would come after you.

His fingers slid into you, his eyes falling to your face. He softened his features, looking at you with utmost care and concern. It wasn't real, you had to remind yourself. He wanted any and all information you could give him. You suspected it was part of the reason he kept you around and alive.

It was nice, though, to have someone look at you like that. You dropped your head back, arms spread, gasping as the heat built in your stomach. His fingers curled in your pussy, wet and slick, as his thumb rubbed circles into your clit. You pushed away the jealousy at how he learned how to be so good at it. The right pressure, the right speed, everything about it had been wonderful. "Are you okay?" He asked after a moment.

You chewed on your lip, thinking of a lie.

Admittedly, you knew how he could tell something had been off with you — you'd been a virgin when you met him, let him claim you entirely. Before that, any acts had just been about getting it over with. It never took real work to have you clamped down around him, cumming and crying.

It made everything all the more sensitive. He'd slowly gotten you to last longer. Another source of pride.

He often tried to pretend like he didn't think this was what care was.

He thought of you often.

What were you doing? Did you eat? Did you miss him like he missed you? He hated the feeling, the unwilling concern he had.

He pushed the vibrating dildo into you, the front of it curling upward, settling over your clit. He had the ring. Whenever he'd moved his finger, it would either pick up speed or slow down.

He couldn't wait until you found it out. Especially as you wouldn't look at him, wouldn't acknowledge the fact that you knew him at all. Orpheus slipped your panties back on, helping you stand. "Let's get you dressed, yeah? Jonas should be here any minute. Wouldn't want to keep him waiting, would we?" You shook your head, stepping into the dress he held open, letting him pull it up over your hips before zipping. Your legs trembled for a moment. How many times had you come? You'd been so stuck in your head that you couldn't remember if it was three or five or six. The stress didn't coil as tightly anymore. It felt like you could breathe lighter now. Maybe it had been more than that then.

A sharp knock rapped against the door. Jonas.

Ever the gentleman, Orpheus walks you to the door on shaking legs, threatening to give out underneath you. He kisses you, leaving your lips swollen.

I hate you, you wanted to scream. Another part of you, the part you would never let say the words, wanted him to toss you over his shoulder and take you away. Maybe let him put a baby or two in you.

He kisses once more, promises to see you there, before he winnows away. Jonas smiled as he waited on the other side. True to his word, he wore green. It wasn't the deep forest green that you and Orpheus wore. It was a lighter shade, light enough that it seemed to clash awkwardly with your dress.

You took his hand, forcing yourself not to recoil. Tall, powerful, and human, he was everything the invaders had claimed to be. Jonas, you knew, was currently pushing towards having all the fae, citizens and visitors alike, sent away from the city. Orpheus included.

Wouldn't him leaving make your job easier? Give you less distractions?

"You look flush," He says, eyeing your face. You glimpsed at the window as he led you outside and true to his word, your face had pink tinged over your cheeks, face, and neck.

"It's the shoes," You lied lamely. You banished away thoughts of Orpheus and his tongue. "I keep falling,"

He only gives you a cold smile, his arm tightening around your own. Whether or not he could tell you were lying, he never called your bluff. "Don't worry," Jonas flashed white teeth. "I won't let you fall,"

The first three hours had been dull, this part used solely for diplomatic purposes. You fluttered around, arm in Jonas' as he spoke to advisors. They didn't really acknowledge you, maybe only giving a short nod of their heads. They spoke openly around you, of pushing westward.

And then the music picked up, chairs and tables were moved and Jonas pulled you to your feet. His touch had been wrong, had seemed to always be at odds with Orpheus.

You were thinking as much when you jerked so hard you almost fell out of his arms as he left you through the dances. The dildo started vibrating, pressed against your clit just right and buried deep in your pussy. Jonas steadied you, laughing to himself softly. "You may need smaller heels next time,"

You nodded, clenching your thighs together. It came in bursts and you swore you could feel the phantom pressure of his fingers.

It continued, a will between yours and his as he tried to make you orgasm. You wouldn't, refused to. At least while he still refused to show his face. You could imagine him with another fae female in his lap. It wouldn't be the first time.

Where is he, you thought bitterly.

Your fingers tightened in his as the music picked up. Against Orpheus, you would always lose. You lost this one too, lips clamped shut as Jonas led you to the end. The vibrating stopped with the music, freeing you from both. You dropped his hand, offering a flashing smile and a quick promise of return.

You found yourself in a bathroom, locking the door behind you. You smoothed your hair out, straightening your dress. The door popped open with a click. In walked Orpheus.

He leaned against the closest wall, "Wonderful," He commented, voice soft as if you'd somehow passed a test. He came up behind you, standing. You leaned back, his hands instantly tangling around your waist. He kissed your jaw, asking, "Did you get what you need?"

Four hours in, he certainly hoped.

You nodded, fingers reaching back to curl into his hair.

This is right, your body screamed. It belongs with him — to him.

He never seemed to care that Jonas would eventually expect you to spread your legs. Never even mentioned it. Even now, it never occurs to you that he doesn't expect it to happen, that he wouldn't let Jonas put his hands near you.

"You're a real bastard," You whispered. You watched his thumb find the ring, tapping twice before it switched back on. "Stop," You heaved, head rolling back onto his shoulder. There would be no more from you tonight. His head tilted back, considering you. He shut it off without comment. "Shall we sneak out then? Last I heard, Jonas already found someone new,"

A lie, you knew. The thought of going back out there filled you with dread. Of dancing with Jonas more than you already have. You grabbed his hand, opening your eyes to look at his face. His hands ran over your arm, comforting motions. They dropped when he realized what he was doing. "Take me home, Orpheus,"

With a small sigh, he winnowed, wanting nothing more than for home to be back with him. He would get that eventually, he reasoned. He knew you well enough, knew that your resolve would collapse entirely. You'd be his, one day.

He just needed a way to tell his father.

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