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The Delivery Service, Chapter Two

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CHAPTER TWO: A Day in the Life

The side of the motorcycle opened with a soft whoosh sound. Cloud Strife; ex-terrorist, current delivery boy; replaced his sword and let the side close with a click. He looked at the carnage around him. In his travels he encountered a tiny nest of allemagnes. Cloud always winced when he saw them - something about the giant one eye in the monsters always unnerved him. Now that the fight was over, he indulged himself in a little shiver, then kicked his bike in gear and rode off.

Fenrir moved fast through the tiny forest outside of Mideel. Cloud had made a delivery of medical supplies to the wrecked town, glowing green with the Lifestream. The citizens seem to be okay with living there still, simply erecting the town around the green pools. Cloud was always amazed at the fortitude of people. It seemed no matter what life threw at them, they always seemed able to adjust. 

And there has been a lot to adjust to, Cloud thought as he wove through a batch of flowers, careful to not destroy the whole bed. I seem to be able to adjust to it as well. Go me. He added with a tiny hint of sarcasm, but he knew he should be proud of himself. Cloud thought he had made great progress, personally, after the adventures he had… and the friends he lost. He was more open. He was less riddled with angst. He enjoyed laughing and spending time with his friends, which he had so few of.

Cloud cherished them, however. He respected them and trusted them fully. Tifa Lockhart, his closest companion, who could comfort a crying child with a gentle touch yet use the same hand to punch through a brick wall. Barret Wallace, who was a wonderful father to his daughter, but was and exceptional sharp-shooter. Nanaki, who was wise beyond his years yet still liked to play chase with the local kids. Even Yuffie Kisaragi, whose explosive energy could light up a whole city-

Cloud winced. Yuffie, who is currently missing. No one knew where she went. She left no note, called no phone. Her father had no idea where she was. There was no sign of struggle in her home. 

There was no sign of her anywhere.

It has been six months since her disappearance. The second the group heard about it they all began searching for her. Vincent Valentine disappeared as well- thought they knew he was out looking for the girl on his own. Vincent seemed to have a soft spot for the young lady. The man called a few times on his new cell phone, yet answered no calls received. He had no success. 

Cloud shook his head, clearing his mind of the sadness building. We will find her. She is family. He had to clear his mind and get ready for his next delivery; he would need to be focused. 

It was not exactly bandages he would be delivering next. 

He made his way towards the docks, preparing to board a boat set for Junon. In a day’s time, he made it to the busy city and walked down the back alleys to a sleazy hole in the wall. 

Cloud knocked on the door, waiting until a short bald man answered it. When he did, Cloud smiled at him.

“Alex Nakamura?”

“Yes?”

“You are wanted in Wutai for domestic violence and attempted murder of your wife. I’m here to bring you in. Please come quietly, I believe that would be best for you.” Cloud said, watching the other man turn pale.

“Fuck off! I ain’t going nowhere with ya!” The man tried to close the door.

Cloud simply extended one hand and stopped it. He glowered at the criminal as he pushed the door back open. “You were given a chance. Now I’m going to have to be angry with you.” The young blonde stepped forward, letting the man scramble backwards in fear. 

“You can’t do shit. Wutai police ain’t got no jurisdiction here.”

Cloud smiled unnervingly and the other man shivered. “I am not police. My client said to find you, bring you in. He didn’t say you had to be alive. Instead, he insisted that you weren’t.”

The other man desperately swung out a fist, which Cloud caught in his strong hand easily. He almost laughed at the situation- Cloud knew he was not going to murder this man. He would never kill anyone, unless in extreme situations. But it never hurt to let these people know that he could be capable of it. 

He was not above making unwilling participants hurt. 

“You… you can’t. You can’t do this.”

Cloud easily pulled the man towards him and twisted his arm around so the back of him was pressed against his chest. “You have no idea what I can do.”

“Who are ya? Huh?!”

Cloud allowed the sick smile to grace his features once again. “I’m just a delivery boy.”

_____________

Tifa Lockhart sighed as she scrubbed the already clean table again. This place, her bar, her home… was spotless. Glimmering with cleanliness. It had been so for the past couple of months, with people simply passing by the opened doors. She had small rushes of people here and there- particularly on some weekends, after the oil rig workers get paid and come home to the city- and that was just enough to be able to pay the bills and keep herself stocked.

Not that she had to buy many supplies, anyway. The bartender always seemed to be in stock of everything, even overstocked at times. She had to cancel the last two weeks of deliveries, which made Cloud frown at her and question why she had to. Tifa never explained, just shrugged at the man as she pushed an unpaid bill under the counter. Cloud was upset at losing a reliable customer, but she knew he was more upset that his closest friend had seen fit to not trust him with what was going on.

The brunette sighed again as she moved away from the table and walked towards the bar. This Monday afternoon was a bust. Tifa lifted the hatch, went behind the counter, and put her towel away in her bleach bucket she kept there. Then she noticed something- she was running low on gin, one of her most popular and cheapest alcohols. Tifa also noted that she was low on those cocktail onions that personally made her gag, but were popular with her patrons.

Tifa could not help the big grin on her face. Finally! Something pro-active to do. She opened the register and was relieved to find that she had just enough money to cover the goods and the delivery charge. Still smiling, she pulled her cell phone out of her pocket and pressed the number one button, her speed dial clicking in to make the call.

After a couple of rings, a warm voice answered. “Tifa?”

“Hey, Cloud. I need to place an order.”

There was a pause. “I’m glad. What do you need?”

Tifa noticed his pause and wondered and wondered what the man was thinking. “Just a case of gin and cocktail onions. Can you pick them up on your way home?”

“Absolutely. Do you need them by a certain date?” Cloud asked, and unbeknownst to Tifa, had his fingers crossed that his friend would need them by tomorrow. That would mean she was busy and business was getting better at the bar. He would willingly push his other delivery to the next day if she needed the product soon.

“No. Take your time.” Tifa said cheerfully, but felt a sinking feeling in her stomach. “I hope things are going well for you, wherever you are.” 

“Wutai. I’m collecting payment for my last job. I’m going to Rocket Town after this.”

Tifa smiled. For Cloud, this was a lot of information he just gave, and he gave it willingly. She was so proud of her friend. “May I ask what you had to deliver?”

“It might be better for you to not know.” Cloud shifted the phone around, judging by the odd muffled sound. Tifa felt her stomach clench tight. “Not good business.”

Tifa perked up a bit. That was Cloud-speak for he was willing to share, but it might be best to do it in person. Yet something was bothering her. “I don’t really like it when you do those kinds of deliveries.”

“Need to pay the bills somehow.”

“You know damn well you make enough money legitimately.” Tifa argued, but knew she was going to lose this fight. Too many times people contacted Cloud with a tale of woe, or some sort of injustice that happened. They offered money, and sometimes Cloud took it, sometimes he didn’t. Sometimes he would get a phone call from a friend of theirs to take care of something sensitive, and he would go off for a few days to take care of it. 

Like the soft heart that he was, the ex-mercenary accepted each and every job. Sometimes Tifa understood why he took the jobs, and sometimes she would help him. Most of the time, she sat at home, filled with worry.

“When I get back home, I have to get ready for another job.” There was a pause, and when he came back on the line, Tifa could tell that Cloud was smiling. “I would need some help.”

Tifa sighed. “I’m in.”

“I knew you would be. A case of gin and those gross onion things. Got it. See you Friday morning.”

“Bye, Cloud. Be safe.” The phone died in her ear, but Tifa knew he heard the sentiment. It was  how she always ended their conversations.

Feeling elated at her brief but wonderful conversation she had with her friend, Tifa reached over at the radio she kept and turned the machine on. An upbeat tune flowed out of it, and she started humming along with the song. 

The door to her bar swung upon, and her friend Barret Wallace and his daughter Marlene walked in. The young girl practically ran to Tifa, who already had her arms open for her hug. Barret chuckled at the sight and sat down on his usual stool at the bar, waiting for his excited daughter to jump up next to him. The ten year old sat next to her father and smiled up at him. 

“Can I get a soda, Papa?”

Barret nodded. “One soda for the lady. Give me a beer.”

Tifa grinned. “You got it.” The bartender went to get the drinks. “How are you guys doing?”

“Not bad.” Barret accepted his beer and took a deep drag from it. “My crew found another reservoir. Was happy to write out their bonus checks for them.”

Tifa nodded. “Nice. Well, I’m prepared for the celebrations!” Tifa gestured at the empty tables, and Barret frowned at her. 

“Teef, you know I would be happy to help ya out. Accept it.” 

“Yeah! Papa has a lot of money now!” Marlene giggled, sipping her soda. 

Barret flushed a little, looking uncomfortable. “I don’t got a lot to spend it on. Let me help you out, your family.”

Tifa shook her head. “I’ve told you a thousand times to stop that. I am fine. Really.”

Ruby red eyes locked with deep brown ones. If Marlene was not around, Barret would go a couple of rounds with Tifa. But instead he sighed and said, “Alright.”

Marlene finished her soda. “Tifa, you’re coming to my play on Friday, right? I play the princess!”

“I know!” Tifa said excitedly. She recalled all the nights of pin-pricks on her fingers as she tried to sew the little girl’s costume together. How could she forget that she played the princess with the impossibly pink lace dress? “I’ll be there. Cloud too.”

“Cloud will be there!” Marlene’s face shone, her grin growing bigger if that was at all possible. 

Tifa laughed, knowing that the little girl loved the man. “Yup. Said he would make it home by Friday morning.” 

“Would be nice to see the needle-head. I actually miss him.” Barret said, thinking. “It’s been like two months since I last saw him. Where’s he been?”

“You know Cloud. He likes to stay busy.” Tifa emphasized the last word, and Barret caught her meaning.

“Ah. Well then, we’ll see you both Friday. Don’t be late.” Barret tapped the bar top, leaving money for the two drinks behind. “See ya later!”

“Bye, Tifa! Love you!” Marlene waved goodbye and followed her father out the door.

Tifa waved goodbye to the both of them, smiling. The smile faded when she saw that Barret had left one hundred gil behind for a ten gil order.

_______

Barret walked in his office, uncomfortable that he had to be a boss for the day. Normally he liked to be down with his workers, digging in the soil, placing pipes in the ground and furnaces in homes for people. Every once in a while, however, he had to be the boss; that meant he was stuck inside on a beautiful day filling out paperwork with his secretary and making phone calls.

Barret shook his head. He had found oil. He was helping his fellow man out more than he had ever done before. He felt accomplished; he made the decision to stay at home and have an office… for Marlene. It wasn’t fair when the girl had only seen her father a few times a year, while he selfishly traveled around the world and had fun looking for more oil reserves. 

Yet, and especially during the spring season, he missed the adventure. He missed riding in his truck, or in one of Cid’s airships that he employed for his business. He missed being dirty and scraping by to make ends meet.

The wealth he earned was of great help, certainly, especially when it came to his daughter. She was able to go to a good school, a school he helped found actually; and she was living in a modest but safe and sturdy house. The father never had to worry if his daughter was going to eat that night, or that he would not be able to get her medicine if she ever got sick. It was a relief. 

Though I got all this money now, too much, and I ain’t deserving of it all. Barret leaned back in his desk chair, alerting his secretary. Drew looked up from his desk.

“Everything alright, boss?” Drew asked, his pen pausing in mid sentence. He was busy issuing an order for new trucks. 

“Yeah.” Barret signed off on a week’s pay and threw it in his designated out box. Drew would know what to do with it. “Just bored. Think I might donate to the hospital again. Maybe the school. We need help with a park. I think a park would be nice for the neighborhood.”

“Excellent idea. I’m sure we have the money in the budget for such donations.”

“Nah, I’ll do it myself. Got too much fucking gil as it is.” Barret stood up and walked around his desk. “How’s that going?” He wasn’t even entirely sure what his help was working on. 

“Fine, boss. We’re almost done with this work.” Drew motioned to his stack of papers. “Just got to submit a work order to Highwind Mechanics, send the check to Strife Delivery, and make sure Sheila in accounting gets the paychecks printed on time. Should only take about twenty minutes.”

“After that's done, go home. You did good today.”

“Okay. You stepping out, Barret?” Drew said, itching to turn on a radio and listen to music as he finished his work.

“Yeah. See ya tomorrow.”

“Goodnight.” Drew nodded and Barret left his trusted secretary behind.

Really ought to make that kid partner, the amount of work he does. He deserves this so much more than I do. 

His cell phone dinged, the sound indicating that he had received a text message. He snarled. He hated the whole texting thing- he had Marlene teach him, but it was still difficult for him to do it one handed. He wished people would just call him on the phone, it was so much easier. The big man took his phone out of his pocket and flipped it open.

Get me that fucking order! See you Friday. – Cid

“Your so lucky you are on my good side, ya little shit.” Barret muttered to himself and closed his phone. The excitement for Friday was bubbling up inside of him. Everyone was coming to see Marlene’s play- everyone except for Yuffie and Vincent, however. That stung a bit. He wished he knew where his friends were. But as it was, everyone else was coming on Friday night for the show and for dinner afterwards.

The family was coming together.

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How To Select Best Leather Baseball Caps For Men

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Empowering Rides: The best leather biker vest for Women Journey

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Empowering Rides: The best leather biker vest for Women Journey

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I'm hoping that we have a sponsor for my idea and BG is saying he's going to give it a shot and it is for the RTA stitch motorcycle and really it is the RTA you assemble it at home and you glue it and you bolt it and it is metal weld liquid metal weld that you use it's the outer cure we have several designs with several different frames materials and it might be one week of solid half inch rod it might be one week of one by two and another week of inch and a half on tube or 1 in hollow tube but BG is willing to give it a go so I'm going to give him the floor this is a more reserved group they might not get naked and drive out drinking

Zues Hera

I'm requesting my morlock to do so in miscellaneous we get along and Camilla I do need your assistance. Right now I'm calling mine so I'm going to say it. Calling all cars calling all cars we have a red alert and a missing person no we have an emergency we need motorcycles and we need scooters and that's where we're going to build and his stitch idea is the best and that's what people are calling it it's like a wooden stitch boat. And I'm going to have to call mine in to bring in the rider lawn mowers and you know the drill the case of beer goes on the top of the thing and ours will be long to pick you up with a truck and usually has a crane and we're going to get along and it's my factories in Los Angeles just driving that direction everybody knows where it is and it's an area and some of them are very empty I do get the idea and how to do it and I've done a lot of things like it but this makes a lot of sense welding those damn things together is impossible they're freaking moving all the time you can put these in a jig and put the clamps on and actually put the saddles on and it's going to be in place and we know how to do it too to get it right you put the saddles on you move it to position and you tack it stuff like that but here you're going to put it together and you'll hold it together with the jig drill it and send it out and then someone else's responsibility LOL we're getting it together and I do know what to ask for it's a John Deere 110 and above and have gears self-propelled don't work very well now we have a use for them if you want to bring them if that's what you got you have a place and you have a job if you have a regular lawn mower you have a place and a job we have machines that we need engines for so let's get going and that's my clan and miscellaneous has a set of factories next door

Bg

We didn't expect this but we are going to do it I'm calling hours and we have a similar ceremony where you put a six pack up on the hood and we don't drink as much cuz we don't want to get grabbed and let's get going on it and any brand okay these days we can't be selective we'll be by to pick you up and we do know who you are mostly sometimes

The Rock

For something The Rock that's pretty lame you know where in La okay that's North of San Diego and far south of San Francisco it's where my son was for quite a while and I'm half something else and he says you sure are and so I want you to head down there to our factories if you don't know where they are ask directions and use the lingo and you'll get there and I'd say to my ladies get a six pack and put it on top because that's what you need and you're going to have to break that harness you got on and this is a great idea it's the stitch method and we're going to bolt it up together they get approved then we're going to make prototypes but we need people we need to ride a lawn mowers that mostly any ride to lawn mower because it's used on a motorcycle or scooter and really it's the same thing we can get the wheels and tires and we can get other parts but the frame is always a monster and we're going to make it work yeah I said it on purpose we need these things that's what it means and we have to move around we're being framed and we have to move around and work

Camilla

I'm going to sponsor this project but I have factories nearby and I want you guys to come out to mine and I'm part of miscellaneous sort of I'm kind of pseudo empire but I'm easy out of it pretty quickly I don't have any ships left about 500 million and I'd like to pull them off and read outfit them as our friend suggested because they're just going to lose and they're bunch of losers and they don't know what they're doing and by the way mine are not really considered to be morlock a lot of them are healthy and they're sick of them it's disgusting and we've been in with miscellaneous they're much healthier and dangerous but we are and it's going to happen now and yeah it looks like Trump had another fall and pretty far I'm not really sure how he could have done that but it wasn't us

And it was a show and I on history but NCIS New Orleans he always liked the actress but it's not really her and he knows it and it's not a big deal they're kind of friends and they help each other we have a project to do now and we're going to pick it up

Camilla

You're going ahead with this and we're going to help them out we have materials if they start up and do it we're going to help they have a lot of parts and we can supplement and we are going to try and sell them stuff that they need if they don't have stuff to fill in and we're going to do that right away so we have an in out in the perimeter yes

Olympus

Is a great idea and I guess we're spoiled rotten and they're missing the whole thing and we're not really calling ours to come out

Trump yeah I'm going to buy Harley-Davidsons once we sell the company if we could ever do that and we want those damn limiters off it the stupid thing suck and we did it but boy do they blow I'll tell you what I felt like throwing the bike into the woods I don't care if I can pick it up or not

I can't stand those damn things either you have to talk to Mac and Ben in the same they didn't make us keep them on and it was you guys they say we're going to sell the company to them and they said you can make this order contract you know you're not going to need it for too long but it might explain while we're driving up and down we're buying Harleys the important I was suck and he wants to remind me there is the 350 x and the 500x and they changed it and looks much nicer and it rise nicer and I do appreciate that that's perfect for us it's it's not the breakout it's the 48 it's got a big motor but it's not as hard to handle so there's some bikes that we can ride and trikes our guys love trikes and they make a lot of trice they make the best trikes it's not a fact they love them they have music they have all sorts of doodads and and you can store a rain gear I mean they're decent in the rain too we're going to have to do this cuz he has to start building and he can't until we do it

Bja

We appreciate your help you too that was misery

Thor Freya

We needed to help and we did they did pretty good and he's got some stuff going both we didn't expect it and this is much better and it is why they're driving back and forth those big assholes even John Travolta do it on his wild hog it's probably because of that stupid turn off thing is not on it

Frank Castle hardcastle

We're going ahead with this plan and it's going to help this is going to be a lot of work and we're moving on it and we cannot help but say these people are stupid as hell but some of them are doing the job and it's a relief. And those two finale they're going to buy a ton of bikes in the max Watson too they want them to he's getting a bit tired but I will say this this is a really awesome company there's some things we would change we're going to hold off until we get agreement but it seems like they want to make some changes the motor needs to be improved we can do that real fast we need to make everything liquid cooled and we need to start doing it he wants to send Jason a trike with a note that says don't demote my income please and we're probably going to do that

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Moment of Awesome - Inez Temple/Outlaw:Just a routine takedown for bounty hunter Inez, when Alex Summers happens on her.

Inez was tired.

Not physically; her muscles didn't do that, not as quickly as a normal human's would, at any rate, and she'd only been chasing her target for less than two minutes. He probably was tired, but he was still running, though she'd closed the distance to less than half a block.

The bullets he'd shot at her in the first alleyway where they'd met had slowed her some, but that made her all the more angry and determined to catch the son of a beesting.

No, she was just tired of chasing him at this point. It was a futile effort, even he should've realized that by now, but he refused to quit.

He ducked around the corner of a building, pushing an unsuspecting couple out of his way and into hers; another temporary distraction. Inez hurtled over the lady with an apologetic smile and a light shrug of her shoulders, then sprinted forward as soon as her shoes hit the concrete.

The man - who stood taller than her at 6' something, heavier for sure, and heavily garbed in motorcycle gear - was faster than he looked, she gave him credit for that. But that was about all she'd give him credit for. He ducked into another alley, probably hoping she wouldn't see him.

She saw him.

Only a handful of people were on this sidewalk, thankfully, and Inez did her best to gracefully - and safely - blow past them before turning down that alley herself and picking up a steel garbage can that rested against one of the walls.

Time to put this guy down, she thought to herself.

Alex was on his way down the street, looking at the list of coffee orders that he fully prepared to apologize for. Everyone wanted coffee today. And snacks. It must have been time to stock the break room again.

He didn't notice the man, but he saw the blonde woman disappearing into the alley, and frowned. People going into alleys was generally a bad sign, especially alone. Maybe she was trying to lose a tail? He stashed the list in his pocket and crept closer, peeking around the corner to see-

Holy fuck.

She definitely did not need help. But the guy she was preparing to throw the trash can at might.

Pulling back the barrel over her head, Inez hurled it at the man - not with all her might, because she didn't want to turn him into a smear on the alley floor (ok, well, she kinda did but knew she shouldn't) - but enough to send him flying face-first onto the concrete. Which was exactly what he did.

"Dammit, man," she said, slowing down and rubbing her hands together. "Why y'gotta make it so hard?" She wasn't out of breath, but she was out of patience. Reaching down, she picked him up by the collar of his jacket and pushed him against the wall. "Now you're comin' with me." No please or room for debate; his fate was sealed. At least as far as she was concerned, whatever happened to him once she turned him to her employer, well. That was another story, and not hers.

She looked down the alley way and froze when she saw a stranger looking back at her.

"Nothin' t'see here," she said, still holding him, a larger person than herself, against the wall and a few feet off the ground.

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ALL I WANT - JJK | three

you’re so down bad, you caught yourself thinking about a future with jungkook.

pairing — jungkook x female reader

genre — fluff, smut

word count — 4.2k

chapter warnings/tags — bestfriends2lovers!au, fuckboy!jk, textbooknerd!reader, dom!jk, sub!reader, highkey crack-ish, reader is so silly, semi-public teasing, dirty talk, praise & complimenting, short smut scene, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, ladies & gents), creampie, jk luvs readers spectacles, mentions of a blowjob, LOTS of domesticity, fluffy and cute, over thinking, reader is in her FEELINGS

a/n: this was supposed to be a twoshot… 🫠

part one | part two | part three | part four | part five

After that… mind blowing session, you managed to escape Hoseok’s scolding, leaving Jungkook to take the fall for the both of you, offering to buy Hobi a new bed set as an apology. It was better than nothing so he accepted the apology and kicked the younger male out of his house without another word.

Now, Jeon was short $50, but he was starving, and wanted nothing more than to indulge in some hot, steamy, convenience store ramen with you, and so that’s what he did, gearing you up with a spare helmet and forcing you to sit behind him on his motorcycle whilst he skimmed through the narrow roads of the city to the nearest convenience store.

Jungkook was pretty sure you caught his stomach rumbling, just the of steaming hot ramen after a long fuck had his insides doing all sorts of flips and turns whilst you hugged around him, clinging tightly to his back despite him often telling you that in case there ever was an accident, he’d stop time and make sure he was the only one who got hurt.

Like a superhero.

The silly promise itself was far-fetched, but anything that helped you feel at ease was important to him as your best friend, and so Jungkook always reminded you of it.

Once you both reached the convenience store, Jungkook urged you to go ahead inside whilst he sent a quick message to his beloved Hobi, which just consisted of non-stop apologies and a little sucking up here and there.

Leaving Jungkook outside, you swiftly grabbed a basket upon entering the store, taking a quick glance around to see if you could find what you were looking for. The store was empty, aside from the guy behind the counter who seemed heavily indulged in the newspaper resting between his fingers.

Good, it meant you could look around in peace without having to bump heads with strangers or try to squeeze past them whenever they were blocking the aisle.

You didn’t bother waiting for Jungkook, walking further into the store and browsing to your heart’s content. Food shopping was way more fun than clothes shopping. The key to a girl’s heart? Food. Nothing more, nothing less, and you were pretty good at feeding into your heart, as demonstrated now, literally sweeping the individual packs of ramen off the shelves and not keeping an eye on how your itty bitty shopping basket was on the verge of overflowing.

It didn’t take long to notice your arm being weighed down by the basket, and it was then you saw your beloved packets of ramen overflowing from the teeny tiny carrier. You set the basket down with a huff, staring at it as if it would magically get lighter with the cold stare you were giving it, but nope. Now you were stuck on making the stressful decision on which packs wanted to keep and which ones you wanted to get rid of.

Obviously, you needed help deciding on what to get, so you pulled out your phone from your clutch, navigating yourself to your ‘frequently contacted’ list and finding Jungkook’s name right at the top.

Of course.

You tapped on his name and raised the device up to your ear, letting it ring a couple times before he picked up.

Jungkook had already started his short walk towards the store when his phone rang, “Already?” The part of him that knew how angry ‘Sunshine Hoseok’ could get, quickly turning down his volume and readying himself for the loud scolding that would surely burst through his phone’s speaker, but like other times, it was you that always knew when to swoop in and save his ass from overthinking. He swore you had a sixth sense of some kind, and tonight, that suspicion only tripled.

“I need your help, Jeon…” you mutter through the phone, nibbling on your bottom lip as you stared down at the basket.

With one hand in his pocket and his cell in the other, Jungkook smiled and tipped his head to have a peek inside the several aisles he walked past, looking to spot you even if he was already having a conversation with you over the phone, “Y/N needs my help? That’s new— Woah.”

When he finally did find you, the brunette didn’t hang up just yet, “Don’t worry, your savior’s here.” The man stared at the overflowing basket, then at you crouched down next to it.

Cute.

“But uh… the back of your dress is undone.”

How oblivious could you be to not notice your whole back was on show? Not only that, but literally on show to the whole world?

That was when Jungkook ended the call and chuckled amusingly, walking closer behind you to haul you up to your feet, fingers latching onto the zipper of your dress and pulling it up all the way. You were about to pry his hands off, claiming you could do it on your own (you were all about being independent) but your back was no longer exposed since Jungkook zipped you up pretty quickly.

He suddenly drew you incredibly close to his hard chest by the waist, speaking clearly into your ear, “Looks like you had a lot of fun, didn’t you, pretty girl?”

The words he’d elicited stayed ghosting over your ear, which was now burning red along with the back of your neck. You bet Jungkook knew what he was doing to you; riling you up again, making you a blushing, incoherent mess being that close to you and calling you a pretty girl.

Then, like nothing happened, Jungkook inspected the different kinds of flavors that made up the small basket, “Let’s get chicken, lime chili with shrimp and spicy beef. Those are the best.” He couldn’t be bothered to stay serious.

When Jungkook waltzed off, you stood frozen in your spot, staring at him like he just committed a murder. “Are you fucking kidding me?” you curse under your breath, literally in awe watching him sort through the ramen packets in your basket.

If he’s gonna play like that, then so will you.

You joined him on the floor, crouching down and picking up a couple of your own favourite flavours, engulfing the packs towards your chest. “I’ve had more fun, Mr Jeon..” you wink at the man and stand up straight again, walking away from him and out of the aisle to browse for some sweet snacks. You were obviously lying through your teeth, but you’d do anything to get back at him. Plus it wasn’t fair that Jungkook always had the upper hand.

How many times does a man walk around in public with their pants falling down?

Barely ever.

Picking up the small basket now that he’d hurriedly thrown in two of each flavor, the man’s tongue poked against his cheek whilst he followed after you with his brows raised, making sure no one was around to bat an eye before taking a hold of your wrist, stopping you just as you were about to reach out for a bar of chocolate.

“Oh yeah? I’m not so confident about that, and I don’t think you are either.”

With real confidence, Jungkook pulled your hand back, steering it between your closely lingering bodies, and clasped it snug over his clothed dick, coaxing you to really grope the warm bulge in his pants and get a true feel of what formerly caused you to cry out until you lost your breath, “Face it; you like having my cock in your hands, huh? You like knowing it’s there, all big ‘n hard, ready for you to fuck yourself on it..”

His hot breath clashed against your neck from where he stood, trapping you between the shelves of sweet candy and his sour self, momentarily craning his neck to make sure the old man at the counter didn’t budge from his spot.

You almost groaned against his ear, your palms heating up against his heavy cock as you stayed frozen, not really knowing how to act. It was more embarrassing that you couldn’t fight back, especially since he was speaking the truth.

Like a knockoff psychic, Jungkook continued to verbally read your mind and expose your dirtiest thoughts you assumed you’d hidden well.

The man prompted you to squeeze his clothed bulge harder, although you didn’t need much guidance. “The thought of my cock fucking into any other tight pussy but your own… you don’t like that either, do you?”

Just the thought of Jungkook fucking other girls was unpleasant. You never really cared about who he shoved his dick into until now.

Did he plan to keep fucking other girls after all of this?

You had no say in that sector, you weren’t exactly dating so Jungkook could do as he pleased. Oh, but you couldn’t deny the tiny hint of jealousy swimming in your chest knowing that that could be a possibility. You weren’t going to tell him though, it’d probably open doors to a bunch of other feelings and questions you left unbothered.

“You’re greedy. You’re a good girl but you’re fucking greedy.” Jungkook cheekily tipped his head to the side to catch a better look at your face now that he was nearing the end of his speech, “Why?”

He made it sound like an open ended question, and you were about to answer, but he beat you to it, cockily shaking his head with a deep chuckle, “Because I’m the best fuck you’ve ever had. I made you sob just by eating you out good, how could I not be?”

If Jeon had a mic, he would drop it, but since he didn’t happen to magically have one at hand, the bastard settled for grabbing the chocolate bar you were reaching out for before walking backwards, facing you with the biggest, most smug grin on his face. “Be quick and pick out whatever you want, I’m starving.” he says, distancing from you as the warmth of his bulge lingered against your palm, urging you to flex your hands as you stared back at him, wanting nothing more than to slap that smug grin off his face.

Bastard.

You didn’t bother looking at what snack you were grabbing, pulling it off the shelf with a huff and following behind him, literally burning your eyes into his body.

“That might be true..!” you shout, catching up to him with all your little snacks against your chest. You nudge past him, looking back at him over your shoulder and being cautious not to bump into anything whilst walking, “..But that wouldn’t stop me from sleeping with other guys.”

Pfft, yes it would. You couldn’t even get off anymore without thinking about Jungkook, let alone sleep with someone that wasn’t him.

Since Jungkook possessed such a big, thoughtful heart, the bulky man let you have the last say in this foolish little quarrel before sitting the basket of ramen on the checkout counter, uninterested in whatever new lie you made yourself believe whilst he made small talk with the elder man behind the counter that carefully scanned your items, suddenly overly interested in what the newspaper had to say.

Watch— you’ll come begging for him faster than you could, or want to get with another guy. Jungkook was damn well aware that unlike him, you were secretly sensitive within the hard walls of your exterior and you didn’t sleep around with just anyone.

And Jungkook was far from a stranger to you.

“Thank you, have a good night,” he bid his goodbyes to his elder and snatched the plastic bag overfilled with snacks before you could grab it, already ripping off the wrapper of his chocolate bar by the time you both made it outside.

“Here,” he spoke through a big mouthful, forcing the remaining half of the bar into your mouth, his index finger hooked under your chin as he brushed the specks of chocolate off your lips with his thumb.

“Done talking now?”

Hell no, you had a lot to say, but couldn’t exactly get your words out with your mouth stuffed full of chocolate.

Actions speak louder than words..

You clamped your teeth down on his thumb, hard enough to hurt him and force a reaction out of him but not too much, releasing his thumb just as quickly as you bit down on him, turning your back towards the male and reaching over for the bulky helmet you were wearing before.

“Ow! What the fuck?!” Jungkook stared at you like you were batshit crazy, hissing as the reddened skin of his thumb throbbed in pain now that it’d been freed from the wrath of your teeth. The pounding sensation drove Jungkook to have to settle for pathetically engulfing the tip of his thumb in his mouth whilst he sucked on it like a helpless child, hoping to ease his suffering in the quickest way possible.

“That should teach him..” you mumble under your breath, throwing the helmet on as you swallowed down the last of the chocolate and climbed over his motorcycle. “Hurry it up, Jeon.”

Nothing helped his pain, not even flicking the space between your brows before properly adjusting the helmet you’d carelessly thrown over your head, glaring at you moments before he saw it as an opportunity to self-pity and get his way, “If it bruises, you owe me a blowjob first thing tomorrow morning.”

Jungkook thought it was more than fair, and so before you had the chance to object or whine about it, he hopped on his motorcycle after sliding the plastic bag over one of the leather handles and let the sound of the engine conceal whatever you had to say from behind him, that smug little smile reappearing.

He was most definitely going to bite extra hard on his thumb a second time before going to sleep tonight.

With that plan engraved in his mind and the thought of inhaling heaps of ramen the moment they got to your place eating him alive, Jungkook veered recklessly and determinately twisted his sleek bike’s throttle to accelerate at higher miles down the busy street, cutting off a few cars, plus a cab.

The initial plan was to have a hot meal once you both got to your dorm, but… things changed.

“H-hmph! Fuck, baby— oh fuck..” Jungkook’s flexed body stilled and jaw slacked as he dropped his head over your shoulder, nudging at the thin strap of your dress that hung low over your slick skin, mumbling a series of other curses under his breath whilst he came inside you for the second time that night, hips still grinding down on your poor, stretched out cunt with slow drags.

It all started when you put your glasses on to properly read something on the back of the ramen packets and… the rest was obvious.

It wasn’t like the second round came out of the blue, Jungkook made his horniness pretty clear at the convenience store and the addition of your nerd glasses made him undeniably rock hard.

So that makes it, what? Three times you’ve fucked? Twice in the span of two hours? That was definitely a personal record for you, probably not for Jungkook, but still an achievement either way. He was pretty bad at keeping his dick in his pants, but were you complaining?

Absolutely not.

You’d let Jungkook fuck you five times over without hesitation, which explained the little-to-no fight you put up when he first set his hands on you.

Now here you were, glasses all fogged up and hair a complete mess, half opened packets of ramen sitting on your kitchen counter, abandoned far away from you.

Your appetite had disappeared so the ramen was deemed void in its existence right now.

Once you were able to catch your breath and bring yourself back to reality, you fluttered your eyes up to a very exhausted Jungkook. “So now I can’t wear my glasses without making your dick jump?” You were now contemplating on whether you’d have to snap your glasses in half and stay blind for the rest of your life just so you could read something as little as the ingredients on the back of a packet of ramen, or the instructions on how to build a shelf from Ikea.

Imagine that; wearing glasses increases the chances of getting dicked down. The thought made you giggle and soon your focus was diverted to the sticky mess of white collecting right beneath you.

“Yeah well, what can I say,” Jungkook easily slips out from the wet mess stuffed between your split thighs with an exhale, the muscles in his sleek arms flexing as he lowered to your level on the familiar couch, holding himself back from blatantly laughing in your face because of how your fogged up glasses shielded your eyes, “I just really dig pretty nerds with glasses. Smart women make me hard, take it as a compliment.”

Maybe it was too soft of a gesture, but Jeon pressed his puckered lips to the tip of your nose before carefully pulling your black framed glasses off your face and pulling you onto his bare lap, palms conveniently squeezing the meat of your ass as your dress bulged around your stomach that was stamped with small hickies.

“You still wanna eat something, Y/N?”

If the guys saw the way Jungkook turned extremely clingy whenever he was alone with you, sliding your frame up his lap until his cock was squished under your weight and his hands refusing to let go of you, they would actually laugh in his face. “Or do you just wanna go to bed? We can always make some in the morning, up to you.” Jungkook clearly hinted that he would be sticking around until you were both awake, and unless the world came to an abrupt end, that was his plan.

You couldn’t get rid of him that easily.. Plus, he really wanted that blowjob.

You shook your head, leaning forward to set your chin on his shoulder, whilst your palms made home on his chest, taking notice of his heavy breathing. “I’m tired..” is all you say to him, trying to stop your eyes from sealing shut and keeping yourself distracted by tracing small, but faint, circles over his bare chest.

Things felt too soft. Too intimate, actually, and maybe that wasn’t safe for either of you, but it felt right.

Normally, you’d grow easily uncomfortable around other guys, but Jungkook? Not around Jungkook.

Never around Jungkook.

You pull away from his warmth, sleepiness and exhaustion very visible in your eyes as you try to muster up a smile. “Can we go to bed?” you tilt your head to the side, softly poking his built chest with your index finger. “Please?” The tone of your voice was unusually soft and your pupils had expanded beyond depths, definitely playing that ‘I always get what I want with just one look’ act. “—Unless you’re hungry for more?”

It was a joke. Hell, you couldn’t handle three rounds in one night, but then again, you wouldn’t know since you’d never gotten to that point with anyone before.

Maybe one day, you and Jungkook—

Absolutely not. You were getting way too ahead of yourself.

Jungkook was always hungry for more, but the starving man craved your radiating warmth in other ways, and tonight was one of those rare instances where he really wanted to make things right. A great fuck only fixed so much. He still felt a little guilty for leaving so abruptly that one morning you both slept together for the first time, and more than anything, Jungkook regretted not sleeping with you properly.

Literally.

Without thinking of your next move, your puckered lips placed a gentle kiss over the subtle scar on his cheek. “Let’s just save the ramen for tomorrow morning, yeah?”

“Yeah, good idea, I’m tired too.” He flashed you a lazy, tired grin once you pulled back from kissing over his faint scar and in a quick and flawless motion, the sleepy man scooped you up in his strong arms and began the short journey to your bedroom, completely disregarding the messy pool of his cum on your infamous couch.

That was a problem for another day, plus Jungkook liked the idea of leaving something of his behind to remind you of him whenever you kicked him out for days at a time to properly study.

Confidently and gently, he sat you down on the edge of the bed before helping you slip out of your bunched up dress, suddenly feeling too comfortable with the bare nudity. It wasn’t the kind of comfortable where Jungkook wanted to shove his cock inside of you again, but the kind of comfortable where an embrace would be a more appropriate response to the buzzing happening behind the bars of his broad chest.

“C’mere,” Jungkook joined you on your spot on the bed before navigating the both of you up towards the wooden headboard, stopping when you reached the soft pillows and he was able to pull the cold covers above your bodies, comfortably crossing one arm behind his head while the other easily wrapped around your smaller shoulders, supporting your cheek on his breathing chest.

“You owe me head, by the way,” he purposely twiddled the thumb that was closest to you in front of your face, clear it was starting to bruise just slightly even in the dimness of the quiet room.

You almost burst out laughing at his persistence. You didn’t even bite him that hard for his thumb to be bruised. He was acting like he wasn’t biting on his thumb whilst staring you down with your glasses on. “In your dreams, Jeon, I spotted you trying to make it worse,” you laugh softly, opening your mouth to make it seem as if you’d bite him again. “I’ll bite your thumb off for real this time.” You shoot him a threatening glare, which played off as a pout and thus lost all its credibility to be threatening.

You shook your head and set your palm beneath the side of your face, resting over his beating heart as you stared straight ahead at the onslaught of books sitting neatly on your shelf, ranging from textbooks to romance books. It was a pretty tall shelf, so it wasn’t surprising you’d hoarded your personal favourites.

Would now be a good time to talk?

Jungkook did mention he was tired, and so were you, but the longer you both held off ‘the talk’, the more uncertain you began to feel. One fuck was easy to come back from, but now three?

Pretending like it didn’t happen wouldn’t work, but you didn’t wanna leave things unaddressed no matter how much you hated confrontation. Knowing Jungkook, he probably forced himself to sleep so his ‘promised’ blowjob could come around quicker.

You craned your head to look up at him, the tiredness within his eyes hard to mask.

The conversation could wait until tomorrow.

Or never.

“If you fall asleep before me, I’ll wake you up with head.”

In a comedic, dorky sort of way that oftentimes contradicted Jeon Jungkook’s fuckboy nature, the playful man instantly forced his eyelids shut whilst he was consumed with total darkness, cute wrinkles framing the ends of his eyes as he tightly pinched them shut for your amusement.

He wanted to hear your soft laughter ring out in the safety of your room. Was that a crime?

Jungkook was an expert on you— enough to know that even if he fell asleep first or not, he’d probably still wake up to the sight of his dick in your mouth.

Fuck, that would truly be the best way to start his day.

The same thumb that he tormented you with, brushed softly over your shoulder, a touch so innocently done that he didn’t even know he was doing it; clearly losing the race against his exhaustion after it’d quickly caught up to him.

His loud yawn gave away his damning defeat, “Goodnight, Y/N.”

“Goodnight, Jeon.”

After bidding him goodnight, you stayed awake for a couple more minutes, merely just thinking to yourself.

Jungkook was a nice guy. Aside from the constant sleeping around with different girls, he was genuinely a good person. He definitely knew how to treat a girl right. Look at the both of you; you weren’t together, yet he always made sure you were catered to first and you’d find yourself smiling at every little thing he did.

He was cute, kinda dopey and endearing around you, and you were lucky to be one of the few people to witness that side of him. If he were to leave his ‘fuckboy-ery’ ways, you had no doubt he’d make the perfect boyfriend.

Being left alone with these thoughts so late at night was a pretty bad idea. Majority of the time you’d be thinking the most inane of thoughts like right now; a relationship with your best friend. Going on cute dates, sleeping in together, taking those cute couple photos and posting them online.

But that wasn’t gonna happen anytime soon.

All your dwelling on what you couldn’t have, triggered the sleep in your eyes and soon enough, you were out like a light.

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19.4

The circus caravan stopped short behind the lead truck. John and Val were the second truck in the line, right on Cody and Johannes’s bumper, but John still had to strain in his seat to see beyond the crest of the hill.

Nervousness bubbled up in John’s gut. They shouldn’t be stopping. Stopping had never been part of the plan. At the meeting Johannes had called that morning, he had made it clear that they wouldn’t be meeting with Hemisphere after all. If Hemisphere wanted to chase them to the Canadian border, that was up to them - but the circus wouldn’t be pausing to chat.

Next to him, Val tightened his grip on the steering wheel.

“Hemisphere is down there, right?” Val said, a humorless smile on his face.

A flash in John’s side mirror saved him from having to answer. He was pretty good at reading the most common mirror signals. This message from the back of the caravan was simple - why stop?

John also wanted to know. He had a bad feeling. He’d been sick to his stomach since he’d asked Johannes to switch trucks with him that morning, wondering if he’d done the right thing. Getting as much distance as possible between himself and Cody had seemed important at the time, but now John wanted nothing more than to be in the same truck with Cody. He’d given up his last chance to beg Cody not to do anything stupid.

A motorcycle pulled up alongside Val and John’s truck and an unfamiliar face appeared under the lifted visor. A woman with crooked teeth and green hair idled alongside them.

“What’s the hold up?” she shouted up to Val.

“I don’t know,” Val said. “We should be…”

The lead truck abruptly flew down the hill, the roar of acceleration a weak battle cry. Val scrambled to put their truck in gear, taking the lead truck’s place at the crest of the hill. The sight below took John’s breath away. There had to have been eighteen trucks down there. Hemisphere had blocked all four lanes, plus there were a couple of trucks parked in the dirt banks at the sides of the road.

Val swore under his breath. The lead truck was getting away from them while they hesitated.

John rolled down his window, heart pounding in his chest. No time to waste on mirror signals. John leaned half his body out the window, lungs full, and gave his best try at the Good Guys’s whoop. Take it up, he thought desperately. Get everyone over this hill.

Val pressed the gas, taking them down the hill as the Good Guys took up the call behind them. The Good Guys did it much better; their holler echoed all down the valley, louder than seemed possible.

“This is crazy,” Val shouted over the roar of wind from the open window. “There’s no opening.”

The lead truck drove straight down the middle of the road. John stared down at the back window of the cab. This was Johannes and Cody - which one was driving? The truck didn’t divert from its straight course, headed right for the center of the blockade. There was no way they would get through that way.

“Cody is going to try to kill Lady,” John shouted back.

John’s breath abandoned him as Val pressed the gas and they rocketed down the hill, starting to gain on the lead truck.

“What? We’re going straight through,” Val said. “Trust me.”

Trust Johannes, Val meant. John didn’t trust anyone but himself when it came to Cody, only this time he didn’t have a plan. He wasn’t lined up to take the shot.

Val was angling left in an attempt to skirt the truck that had the dirt shoulder blocked. There was a ditch just inches past the Hemisphere truck’s wheels, no way to go around. John closed his eyes as the crash became inevitable. He threw up his hands to protect himself as he was suddenly jerked against his seatbelt.

Tall stalks of corn struck the windshield instead of the fender of a Hemisphere truck. John gasped for air - he couldn't see a thing through the corn. When Val veered back onto the road, the truck’s engine revving as it cleared the ditch, they were a good fifty feet past the last truck in the blockade.

Val laughed, hands gripping the wheel tightly.

“We actually made it,” he said.

There were shouts from the blockade; a glance back showed several trucks peeling off to pursue them. Val accelerated down the open road. John glanced back again. None of the other circus trucks had joined them on this side.

Val gripped his shoulder abruptly, and John turned to face the front again. Another party of trucks, cars, and motorcycles was bearing down on them, coming from the north. The distance was closed in seconds. Before Val could do anything more than brake, their truck was flanked on either side. The vehicles of the newcomers were polished to perfection, despite the dust they spat up under their wheels.

"Who are they?" Val muttered. He'd stopped the truck in the middle of the road - the only thing he could do as the newcomers passed close on either side. John caught a glimpse of a young woman with a made-up face and elegant clothes hanging out a window to wave at them, smiling ear to ear.

She looked sort of familiar.

The last of the newcomers passed them, heading for the Hemisphere blockade.

"Bellamy," Val said suddenly. "That was Madeline Bellamy."

John whipped around in his seat, but the pink car with gold rims was out of sight. It didn't matter - he knew Val was right. He remembered where he’d last seen that face - a poster advertising the moving pictures in Everglades City.

"Turn around," John said, his heart sinking.

Val paused. He was watching the Bellamy entourage in the rearview mirror.

"Yeah," he said, and whipped the truck around in the middle of the road. The Bellamys had parked in a line right behind the Hemisphere blockade. They’d managed to corral the Hemisphere trucks that had come after Val and John, forcing them to reverse and rejoin the blockade.

John watched a large woman in an alligator skin suit and sunglasses get out of the driver's side of a black and gold car; she propped a shotgun on her shoulder.

"I don't like this," Val said. "They should have followed us through. Johannes should be here."

A gunshot cut through the roar of engines.

19.3 || 19.5

[soldiersweiner]

What a Shift (I can't believe I got to write another one omg?)

(Imagine 2)

Summary: “D'you know how hard it was to keep my cool when I got the call and saw you at the end of it?”

Warning: DUI accidents, mentions of drugs, EMT stuff

I apologize for any errors (English isn't my first language and all my works are not beta-read) and the inaccuracy (I tried my best to research as much as I can). I also use gifs to only show what is happening (actions, gestures, etc.) and not to show the physical appearance, etc. of the reader. Feedback is very welcome, let me know where and how I can improve <3

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"Lord give me patience or an untraceable handgun." You murmured under your breath while slowly making circles with your fingers on your temple, all the while putting pressure as the headache grew.

You were thankful that it was your turn to be behind the wheel and not the one hopping out of the vehicle to scan the area for the caller, you watched as your partner turned her head from left to right before leaning to the device on her shoulder to radio in your dispatcher and inform them of your current status.

You already had a hunch that it was a prank call from the start when your dispatcher spoke to both of you while on the way to the location they received the call from. You haven’t heard of anyone using a telephone booth in years, let alone aware of any telephone booths still existing in New York in this day and age!

'We already rang them back three times but there was no answer.' They said, their voice static through the radio. ‘But the caller did request an ambulance.'

‘If you wouldn’t mind having a quick drive-by, see if anything’s going on?’ They added before ending the call.

"Well, that stinks - literally.” The door opened, hands on her hips and brows that were furrowed to meet in the middle of her forehead - the look of disappointment and annoyance that mirrored yours. “What a bunch of assholes - an absolute waste of time.” She huffed some more before climbing back in.

“Tell me about it.” You answered with a frustrated sigh before turning to your side and reaching for the latch of your seatbelt and buckling it back. “Can’t believe some kids would think it’s fun to do this.”

“If they don’t use their heads, they better give it away, then.” Monica shook her head while clicking her tongue, already buckling her seatbelt and leaning back on her seat. “They’re costing us money.”

“They’re costing us lives.” You almost exclaimed as you started the engine, shifting the gear stick and letting the ambulance move away from the prank caller’s location. “Do they not realize that we could have been saving lives, responding elsewhere?”

“Right?” Monica agreed, both of your moods already declining and it wasn’t even halfway through your 12-hour shift.

“They got a special place in hell.” She said just before the monitor in the middle of the dashboard beeped, alerting the two of you of another emergency.

“Oh, lookie here,” Monica said, her spirits suddenly perked up as she sat up more attentively to see what it could be this time.

“What is it?” You asked as you turned on the sirens along with the flashing blue and red lights on top of the ambulance, occasionally honking at cars that won’t move out of the way.

“Vehicular accident involving a sedan and a motorcycle,” Monica spoke the information out loud to you as you continued your drive to the location, following the route that was sent to your ambulance’s GPS. “According to them, the sedan was beating a bunch of red lights before t-boning the motorcyclist.”

“Ouch,” you reacted, your face wincing at the visualization your brain brought up in your head.

“Hello, ladies.” You heard Darcy, your dispatcher, again through the radio. “Cops are already on the scene; we’ve also called for EMT backup.”

“Apparently, the sedan caused more damage as we speak.” She added.

“What’s gotten into the person?” You asked, more to yourself than to Monica and Darcy.

“Police said that the driver of the sedan was DUI, but we’re still waiting on their final reports,” Darcy answered.

“Alright, thank you, Darcy. We’re already around the corner.” You informed her before ending the call.

Just up ahead, you saw similar blue and red lights flashing on top of at least 3 police cars. Some of the officers on site were already guiding and rerouting other cars that were driving in the direction the accident took place.

Unbuckling your belt and stepping out, you opened the side of the ambulance and handed over Monica’s EMT bag, and slung yours on your shoulder before meeting with the police officer who was walking up to you.

Your eyes were already scanning the premises trying to decipher each person, be it the officers, the victims, or some nosy people who were standing on the side to watch.

“The motorcyclist took most of the brunt-” the officer was almost panting as he spoke, most likely out of breath from the adrenaline and exhaustion of chasing down the suspect. “-before hitting the front of an SUV.”

“Where’s the motorcyclist?” You asked as you neared the crowd that was huddling around to get a good look at the scene.

“Right this way.” The officer parted the crowd as more of his colleagues tried to corral the people away. “Seated by the curb - male, in his 30s.”

“And the SUV?” Monica asked.

“A family of four - 2 adults, both in their 40s, and 2 minors.” The officer informed.

“Okay, I’ll take the one with the kids,” Monica glanced your way before asking the officer to lead her to them, leaving you to take care of the t-boned motorcyclist.

Your eyes scanned for the man the officer was describing and sure enough, you found him seated at the farthest edge of the scene away from the onlookers.

“Well, I’ll be damned.” You spoke, a smile almost showing with your hands on your hips as you walked up to him. “And here I thought the Winter Soldier was indestructible.”

At the sound of your voice, Bucky almost snapped his neck at how fast he looked up. The worry lines on his forehead disappearing, the anxious heavy feeling in his chest was already replaced by a light skip in his heart, and felt little flutters in his stomach at the familiar face he was seeing.

“I’m glad you find my pain amusing, doll,” Bucky said, almost chuckling but wincing at the pain he felt on his side.

You ignored the tingling feeling in your stomach at the pet name before you gave a small comforting smile as you dropped your bag to the side, kneeling in front of him to assess his situation.

“Does Steve know?” You asked as you took your little flashlight from the breast pocket of your uniform, already laughing internally at the mother hen-like personality Captain America has for his best friend when he finds out what happened to him.

“He already beat you to it.” Bucky smiled, nodding his head to the side before looking back at you, his blue eyes giving a little sparkle - you weren’t sure if it was the noontime sun or something else that did it.

Looking at the direction he gestured to, you saw Steve already conversing with some of the police officers, his eyes would travel back to the person who caused all of this from time to time before glaring at the man.

“If looks could kill,” you chuckled at his remark.

“Okay, can you look ahead, Buck?” You requested before clicking the small flashlight and pointing it at Bucky’s eyes; inspecting their reaction, the light stubble on his jaw tickling the skin of your gloved palm as you steadied his head.

“You know, you shouldn’t have gotten up right away.” You informed him before clicking the flashlight off and tucking it back in the pocket, satisfied with the eyes' reaction to the light. “Can you feel this?”

You started to tap on his upper right arm and down to his forearm then to his fingers.

“I’m fine,” Bucky replied before answering a yes to your question.

“How ‘bout this?” You then started to tap on the side of his thighs and the rest of his leg. Again, he answered a yes.

“Were you wearing your helmet?” You asked again, now putting your attention in inspecting his head.

“I was,” he answered, gesturing to the now broken helmet just a few feet from his Harley that was laying on its side.

You were glad that he wore it today knowing that sometimes, the veteran in front of you would purposefully forget his headgear, reasoning that wherever he was headed to was nearby. Your hand brushed back the locks that fell on his forehead, did the same on the sides and the back of his head, inspecting if there were any bumps or cuts.

“Can you wiggle your toes for me?” You asked before looking down at his sock-covered feet, his toes doing as you say. You then heard him mumble something along the lines of ‘You’re starting to sound like Steve.’

“Okay, no cuts here and I can’t feel any bumps either,” you hummed to yourself as you continued to part some of his hair. “Do you know what day it is to-”

“Y/N, I swear I’m f-” You can hear the annoyance in Bucky’s voice as he reached for your wrists to stop your hands from trying to look for any more bumps in his head and push you away, you knew he hated being coddled but it was protocol and logical that you check everything.

“You’re hurt.” You told him. “You shouldn’t have moved, it could’ve caused you much more serious damage, y’know.”

He only sighed, knowing that you were right from all the stories you’ve told them of your past experiences and encounters working as part of the EMT team.

“Okay,” you say more to yourself, satisfied that he still has feelings in his limbs and that his helmet protected his head and face. Getting the alcohol-soaked pads, you carefully cleaned the scapes, cuts, and nicks that littered his right cheek and neck. “I saw you winced earlier, where’d the sedan hit you?”

“Right side, feels more like an ache,” Bucky replied looking back at you before trying to shrug off his leather jacket much to your dismay with the movement he was doing while injured. “I’m guessing it’s a broken rib.”

He ignored your nagging and protests to stop moving and that you had scissors to cut the fabric of his shirt but he proceeded to lift the clothing anyway from his troubled side; you can instantly see a bruise was starting to form there.

“Why are you so hard-headed,” you mumbled.

“You still love me for it, don’t you?” He teased, the glimmer in his blue eyes still present.

“Okay, can you rate your pain for me from 1-10?” You asked, ignoring his teasing remark as you tried to gently press on to the area he was having trouble with and looking at his face to gauge a reaction, the blue eyes rather hypnotizing as he looked back at you.

With the sudden feeling of warmth on your cheeks, you looked back down on your hands and ignored the unexpected feeling of closeness between the two of you. You heard him clear his throat as you continued to probe the right side of his torso, trying to feel for any bumps or sunken parts that might confirm his hunch.

When you heard him hiss as your fingers touched a tender part just below his second to the last rib, you looked up.

“That’s an 8.” He panted, his face contorting in pain. “I guess the serum’s taking its sweet time to work.”

Bucky groaned from the ache as you helped him pull his shirt down before taking notes with the pen and clipboard beside you, making sure to be as detailed as Helen wanted the medical finds to be.

“Isn’t that a bit too much, Y/N?” Bucky asked, looking down at the clipboard you were writing on beside him. “And how’d you know some of the information there when I haven’t even told them to you yet.”

“Bucky, I know.” You answered with a little laugh as you looked back up at him and caught Bucky with one brow up and a smirk playing on his lips.

“You stalking me now, doll?”

You rolled your eyes before you heard someone jogging in your direction making both you and Bucky look up to who it was.

“Y/N?” Steve called, almost surprised to see you here. “I didn’t know you were on duty today.”

“Hey, Steve.” You greeted before standing up and letting him envelop you in a side hug.

“EMT reshuffled their schedules, so here I am.” You answered with a smile. “I’m glad that Monica and I got the call. At least now I can directly send these to Helen.”

You waved the clipboard in your hand before kneeling back down to put it back in your bag.

“I’m guessing you can stand up?” You asked Bucky, seeing that in the past he would protest and whine against being wheeled in a stretcher or wheelchair no matter how much persuasion.

“Yeah, I’m good.” He answered before Steve crouched down to his left and looped an arm around his friend’s torso, careful not to touch the tender spot on the right.

You did the same on the other side, careful that you don’t hit the alleged broken rib.

“Okay, one, two-” Steve counted before the both of you hoisted Bucky up and waited for him to adjust his footing.

Slowly walking to the ambulance, you managed to make him sit on the steps of the vehicle.

“So what’s the verdict, doc?” Steve asked as he sat beside his friend. Two pairs of blue eyes looked at you and waited for your answer.

“Bucky’s hunch might be right, one or two broken ribs on his right,” You started as you looked back down on the list on your clipboard.

“There also might be bruising on his right leg, I saw him react earlier.”

You looked at Bucky pointedly as if to tell him that you were eagle-eyed and he can’t hide anything from you.

“What did the cops say about the person driving the sedan?” You asked, tucking the clipboard under your armpit before getting the blood pressure monitor and latching it to Bucky’s arm.

You busied yourself in doing all the basic necessary checkups as you listened to Steve.

“The punk was high and drunk.” He answered with a click of his tongue, Bucky shaking his head too at the gathered information. “They don’t know how the guy drove for so long before finally hitting-” He gestured to Bucky.

“What’ll they do with him?” Bucky asked.

“Put him behind bars, that’s for sure; they said that they’ll also do an investigation on who sold it to him,” Steve informed.

“At least now he’s being dealt with, and hopefully he won’t lead the NYPD in another car chase.” You said before instructing Bucky to sit further on the step and excusing Steve off of his comfortable seat beside his friend to reach for the small oxygen tank and mask.

“Would you mind holding this for me?” You asked Steve as you handed him the small tank.

Fiddling with the equipment, you managed to turn it on and set it at the right amount.

“Here, put this on.” You carefully stretched the garter over Bucky’s head and placed the mask on his face, covering his nose and mouth.

“I already saw you were having difficulty breathing - this might help.”

“You can put it down now,” you told Steve nonchalantly before putting on your stethoscope and gesturing for Bucky to lean forward so you can reach his back.

“I have to check again so this may be a little bit cold.” You warned.

“I can handle it,” Bucky spoke before you lifted his shirt to listen, taking your time on each side to try and hear for anything that may result in further damage.

As you squinted your eyes in concentration, you stiffened at the sudden cool and warm hands on your hips. You tried to ignore it but the sudden feeling of thumbs running smooth comforting circles on your stomach made you draw back and stand with your own hands reaching for his and placing them on his lap.

“Oh, c’mon, Buck. Seriously?” Steve groaned. “I don’t take you for the PDA type.”

“Quit it, Bucky. I’m trying to listen.” You warned at the same time.

Bucky only rolled his eyes at both of your scoldings knowing that the two of you were not as serious before you went back to listening to his breathing.

After a few minutes, you removed your stethoscope and hung it around your neck before leaning to your right shoulder.

“Monica, it’s Y/N. I might need to bring the motorcyclist to Helen.” You radioed your partner. “Suspected broken rib, the patient is already having difficulty in breathing.”

“Copy, Y/N. I’m still assisting the family with our backup EMT. We’ll meet you back at the base.” The static voice of Monica was heard over the radio before you went ahead and called for Helen.

After arriving at the Tower where Dr. Cho instructed you to bring the injured Avenger, you and Steve managed to persuade - it was more of a threat, really - Bucky to be escorted in a wheelchair to Helen’s floor that contained the cradle - this way, he won’t exert much effort and tire himself out and lose oxygen.

As you waited for Steve to return with the wheelchair, you busied yourself by prepping your EMT bag to take with you before you heard Bucky clear his throat.

“What’s wrong?” Your instinct to check on your patient suddenly activated as you turned around from the inside of the ambulance and dropping everything on the makeshift table before you stepped out and stand in front of Bucky.

Scanning for any signs or sources for his discomfort from head to toe and finding none, you looked back up at him. “Do you feel any pain?”

“Nothing’s wrong, Y/N,” Bucky reassured, his eyes looking down on your hand.

There was a moment of silence before he spoke again.

“Married?”

“Yeah,” You replied, relieved that he wasn’t in pain before looking down on the gold band on your ring finger with a smile. “You?”

“Taken, as well.” He answered, looking down at his own golden band - a stark contrast on the darker vibranium color of his arm.

“Wife’s probably going to get mad when she finds out what happened.” He started.

“How come? Wouldn’t she be worried?” You asked as you crossed your arms over your chest, curious why the missus will be more mad than worried.

“She’ll be mad when she finds out I stained my shirt. You know, blood stains are hard to remove.” He answered, his lips pursed as if trying to hold back his laughter.

There was a quiet pause before a deafening smack echoed in the garage.

“You bet your ass I’m mad at you, Barnes!” You almost growled, not really caring at the moment that Bucky was your patient. “Just wait until my shift is over.”

“Ow!” He groaned and tried to soothe the already warm stinging pain radiating on his right arm with his left hand. “What was that for?”

“Do you know how hard it was to keep my cool when I got the call and saw you at the end of it?” You were still not over at the sight you saw him in - seated on the curb looking defeated and in pain, the tears you were holding back almost an hour ago were starting to fill the rims of your eyes.

Gone was the hurt and annoyance that Bucky felt at the unexpected smack you gave him as his face softened at the sight of you, he could only offer you a reassuring smile before his hands reached for yours and pulled you to him.

Enveloping you in a tight hug, you tried to breathe in and normalize your heartbeat. You were sure that Bucky could hear it as his head was against your chest, your chin on top of his head.

“I hope what happened finally convinces you to never leave your helmet at home.” Your voice a little muffled as you spoke against his hair, you looked up trying to fight back the tears that were threatening to spill at the sudden imagination of what might have happened if he did forget his helmet at home.

“I promise-” he spoke as he pushed away from you to look you in the eye, “- I won’t leave it anymore.”

The contrast of hot and cold gave you a sense of comfort as he cupped your face in his hands before pulling you down to him, planting a kiss on your forehead, then your nose and lastly placing a chaste kiss on your lips.

“Ah!” Bucky groaned again, pulling away from the sudden insult of a pinch to his left side.

“I’m still mad at you.” You glared before giving him another peck on the lips.

~

Did not expect it to be that long, tbh. Hope you liked it!

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Harley Vests for Women: The Meaning of Freedom with the best leather biker vest

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Harley Vests for Women: The Meaning of Freedom with the best leather biker vest

The open road, a symphony of roaring motors under the great sky, draws those who seek independence and adventure. In this crowd of enthusiasts, women bikers stand out with strength, independence, and flair. The ladies harley vest, a sign of the trip rather than the destination, is fundamental to their wardrobe.

Harley vests were popular with early motorcyclists who wanted protection and style. Women use this clothing to express their tales, accomplishments, and recollections. Each patch, stitch, and worn mark tells a story as unique as the rider.

Vest materials vary as much as personalities. Leather is still popular because it protects against the weather and connects to motorcycling’s history. With its versatility and informal appeal, Denim is a lighter, more approachable choice, reflecting the laid-back bicycling culture. Functionality and personal statement define the vest, regardless of material.

Function extends beyond material to design and features. External and internal pockets are carefully designed to hold keys, phones, and wallets without compromising the vest’s slim silhouette. From fast rides to leisurely strolls, adjustable sides suit the rider comfortably and stylishly. Practical design aspects emphasize a commitment to the rider’s experience, making the vest lived in rather than just worn.

These vests become a rider’s voyage diary with personalization. The fabric is covered in club, rally patches, and pins, creating a mosaic of experiences and affiliations. This personalization promotes community and individuality, letting riders proudly display their tales and relationships. The vest allows one to express oneself without words.

The vest’s goal is safety, even though aesthetics and personal expression often eclipse it. Reflective features are discreetly included in vest designs to improve visibility. This balance of safety and style represents a comprehensive awareness of rider needs—protection and expression perfectly integrated.

Beyond materials, usefulness, and safety, the Harley vest has a deeper, intangible soul. It symbolizes motorcycling’s freedom and independence and a connection to the road. It represents the fortitude to be different, embrace the adventure, and carve one’s own path. The vest is armor, protection, and a statement of the rider’s spirit.

The Harley vest is crucial to women’s riding culture. It symbolizes empowerment, rejection of convention, and self-discovery. In meetings, on solo rides, or as regular wear, the vest symbolizes community, shared passions, and the unspoken tie between motorcyclists.

Finally, the ladies’ Harley vest is a travel companion, a storyteller, and a symbol of women riders’ tenacity. As the countryside passes, the vest remains a constant, a bit of the wide road woven into their lives and a reminder of the voyage and the miles yet to come. Not only where you’re going or have gone, but who you are—a rider, adventurer, storyteller. All vests embody this essence, a bit of the open-road fantasy.

Weaving Identity and Adventure via Ladies’ Motorcycle Vests

Among the loud engines and the whisper of the wind against the wide road, the ladies’ motorbike vest symbolizes identity, freedom, and solidarity. Women riders’ clothing is a statement of uniqueness, a shield of resistance, and a canvas for self-expression.

The fabric choice of these vests is vital to their story. Leather has long been the foundation of motorcycle gear due to its durability and traditional style. Its ageless charm and protection from the elements and asphalt reflect motorcycling culture’s rich heritage. Reinforced denim and synthetic textiles have joined leather to meet varied purposes. These materials combine history and innovation to offer weight, flexibility, and stylistic variants while keeping the vest’s strength and freedom.

Design and utility blend seamlessly in these vests. Thoughtfully integrated elements like adequate pocket space for personal goods and adjustable straps for a tailored fit make the vest useful and significant. These aspects demonstrate an awareness of riding’s practicality, balancing convenience and accessibility with the need for a unique vest.

Customization makes the motorbike vest a personal emblem. Patches, needlework, and pins are more than decorations—they’re badges of honor, emblems of belonging, and milestone markers. Each addition visually documents the rider’s trip, from rallies to clubs and causes. This tapestry of personal and common experiences gives riders a strong sense of identification and belonging.

While less obvious, these vests incorporate safety in subtle yet crucial ways. Designs often use reflective elements and high-visibility hues to satisfy aesthetic preferences and road users’ visibility needs. This safety feature integration emphasizes the vest’s dual role as a statement of self and a road safety device.

The motorbike vest has excellent meaning for women riders. It represents the independence of two wheels, the empowerment of taking charge of one’s trip, and the camaraderie of people who share this desire. Motorcycle riders and women seeking independence and self-expression use the vest as a symbol. It represents a break from tradition, risk-taking, and celebrating women riders’ strength and energy.

The ladies’ motorbike vest evolved with the culture and perception of women motorcyclists. Once considered accessories or anomalies in the motorcycle world, women have carved out their own niche, altering the culture to honor their contributions, leadership, and road rights. The vest symbolizes this progression and future paths.

The wearer creates a vest to express freedom, overcome limitations, and pursue personal growth and adventure, just like riding. From material to design to insignia, each option reflects the rider’s identity, ideals, and adventure.

Ultimately, the women’s motorbike vest is more than clothing. It symbolizes independence, bravery, and sisterhood. With each mile and encounter, it writes a new story. In motorcycling, where the road is a physical and figurative journey to discovery, the vest is a constant companion, defender, and soul canvas. Every stitch and patch represents the travel, adventure, and tenacious will of women who follow the open road.

In women’s motorcycling, the vest dresses the body and encases the spirit, echoing personal and collective adventures. This outfit transcends its physical utility to symbolize female empowerment, breaking social bonds, and togetherness among women motorcyclists. It’s a visual discourse of resilience, a patchwork of accomplishments, and a shared narrative of journeys and obstacles. The Harley vest, designed for women, is a cultural item in the motorcycle community, symbolizing independence, sisterhood, and rebellion. Each vest, with its own story, inspires more women to ride motorcycles. Women challenge norms and leave a legacy for future bikers with this style choice. The vest is a proclamation of independence, a piece of armor in the search of freedom, and a canvas on which innumerable adventures are engraved, saluting women riders everywhere’s indomitable spirit.

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:: Two Girls Dominating SuperM

↳ NOTE: Since sharin’ is carin’ 😋 Happy holidays! Get the list Santa cuz here go seven kinds of naughty. PS: I use different POVs here, whatever fits best.

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warnings ⚠️ bondage, pegging, flexibility kink, sex toys, some switch!kai, rough sex, harnesses, oral (m giving), possessiveness, taemin’s evil lady kink, ice cream

⎡Taeyong⎦⇁ I think it’s time to reveal an unspoken truth about the pop industry. You ready? When Rihanna did S&M, a vision of Taeyong from the future whispered the lyrics in her ear. I swear to god. That’s exactly how it happened. Just the way we’d expect, dear Taeyong is gonna float in paradise. Not one domme ready to shake him up, but two? He can retire. Boy doesn’t need anything else. Except maybe a bit of cash to buy harnesses he can model but they’ll treat him to that anyway. That being said. Knowing that two fly madams in latex are ravaging his body at every chance they can get is gonna make him know he can die happy one day. Like, he truly lived. He won’t really hold back with restructuring a lot of parts of his life to let this dynamic unfold all the way. We’ve heard of his DIY skills. This sounds funny but Taeyong will design, paint, decorate, and maintain a special area for their play. Not necessarily just one room, he varies that. We know how gifted he is with interiors and domestic ideas, so. Prepare to get blown away by his sheer efforts. And man, the amount of spare time he can stretch to get a quickie out of that time window. Incredible. Even more interesting is gonna be the range. Taeyong can handle girls that dress up super differently every time, he goes along with any roleplay or character they come up with. He’s gonna be their little prince, their hotel boy, their waiter, their flight attendant, their Jack Dawson incarnate. And their dream boy altogether, cuz that’s what Taeyong is.

His frustrations are bound to work up over weeks if he is busy at SM, so finally seeing them again will have him so excited. And nervous. And so involved with preparing things for them, the perfectionist comes out. Can you imagine Taeyong donning his apron and preparing a four course menu for an entire afternoon? You bet he’ll pull that off. Butler Taeyong will be at full throttle. He’s gonna end up getting viciously fucked in the kitchen anyways. Like to the point where all his hair is a mess in his face and everyone ran out of breath. And seriously, he’s the type to completely surrender and place all trust in the girls. Which they know, and they’ll reward him so well. With things Taeyong loves best aka getting whipped and plowed. One of you could be binding him to a fucking machine and controlling the remote, the other marking his legs and upper back. The little bun gets terribly turned on if you push him on all fours for that and hold the nape of his neck in place so he can’t go anywhere. Consider your carpet ruined with semen. While Taeyong is busy recharging for the next round lying on the floor exhausted, you take polaroids.

⎡Baekhyun⎦⇁ Okay listen, I’ll tell you the secret. You can pull a complete duality on him. Baekhyun, getting nuzzled and snuggled and squeezed from all sides because he’s so sweet? Absolutely his jam. He got two hands to hold, after all. And two mochi cheeks to kiss, my friend, two of them. But also, getting a full dose of freaky stuff inflicted on him with some good music playing? This loud little fucker is going to levitate. These two raging girls can take complete control of his body and fool around to their liking. Grabbing his butt, feeding him cake, dressing him up or stripping him down, riding his face to oblivion. Like not just circling your hips. Actual sharp thrusting and making him forget the light of day. And using some cute pink ropes to string his pretty wrists from the ceiling as a treat. Only a matter of time until he’s an arching mess. As you already suspected: A giant dose of ass destruction is only one step away. Any toy suffices. At best, when he’s trying to beat a new high score and has to concentrate on the game. Nice challenge for his focus, he likes that. He wants to feel how he’s getting stretched out from all directions until it hurts so good. Screaming „Ah!“ is his favorite word. Maybe not too straps in one hole, that’s Taeyong territory, and Baekhyun’s ass is really tight generally, but spitroasting? His favorite pastime. Stuffed up and getting a load of extra hard thrusts. He can suck and gyrate all the way, all at the same time like he never did anything else. It’s gotta be hard and fast. I’m telling you, he’ll make it sloppy anyway.

Did he ever think he could get fucked up like this by a sexy tag team? Nope, he squarely thought he was undeserving. Now that he’s getting regularly suffocated and earns the praise for being so cute, Baekhyun is actually starting to believe he can ask for and enjoy that glorious wreckage. Because if there’s one thing he wishes for, it’s drowning in his own spit. These two are gonna be so territorial and wild, his dick and tongue are gonna threaten to fall off every night. How many condoms Baekhyun’s gonna fill, those will be record numbers, it’s like the album charts. Baekhyun’s a straight-up cum bank dairy cow extraordinaire when it comes to milking him dry. Like what did you think if two mommies feed him with all sorts of delicacies, all that juice is going to stock up and get ready to blow. And the amounts and types of collars Baekhyun’s neck is gonna be in: Whole lot, even with leashes attached. Oh god, they’ll strap him stupid with some dog ears on as a reward. Baekhyun’s prostate is gonna be a constantly spongy ruined mess, poor mochi gonna end up waddling around the kitchen to chug a liter of water at 3 AM.

⎡Taemin⎦⇁ You know who’s gonna be in his element. You just know it. Taemin is ride or die when it comes to wanting someone to be the boss of him. He’s not just dabbling in all that jazz to experiment, he’s livin’ and breathing it. Taemin’s imagination is the 3D version of AO3’s finest fanfics. Hell, he even imagines the sounds over and over, it’s gotta be 4D! He’s already crafted the most intricate fantasies for some seriously action movie-like roleplay. But let's start from the beginning. What’s on Taemin’s ever-wicked mind when he goes to sleep at night? Two intimidating ladies ganging up on him. Arriving on their black motorcycle at his house, flirting the living hell out of him, raiding his fridge, grinding on his lap in their biker gear, licking his face, taking his luxurious clothes off, calling him names, making him dance for him (that one’s a staple), biting down on his torso wherever they please, and having their way with him until it’s all one big orgy. Hell, probably on that motorcycle in the garage. Taemin pretty much getting one dry orgasm after the other because it’s the time of his life. Like, they’re really spoiling him. And he’s giving himself to them. That kind of scenario going down? To Taemin, that sounds like his wettest of dreams come true. He’s like yes, yes, yes and yes. A dynamic duo of sadistic girlfriends, that’s gonna leave him so shook and utterly addicted. Like he wants to get backed into a corner, bring on all the kabedon, Taemin goes all the way the way we know him. Nobody loves that fantasy more than him.

Now… the trick is. They’re actually really fun and sweet and pet his hair incessantly. You know, casually, doing daily life things. Cooing at him and getting all the sweetest princely kisses from their angel. My god, they’ll be so gently in love with him. But in the bedroom, it’s raw business. Taemin is gonna take is so hard, he’ll be seeing stars. That he’s getting slapped around — the thighs included, he loves that — while getting a handjob has to be the most orgasmic experience ever. Taemin is gonna bust fifty-thousand nuts over having his hair pulled by one girl and being choked by the other. Boy is he gonna be hard even if the pants stay on. What if he’s not the one grinding around this time. Two scary girls riding his lap, cuffing and belittling him — wow. Taemin never wants that feast to end. Getting roughed up at any occasion makes his day. He is needy, but the girls have all the cruel shit could ever ask for, and he has the stamina to handle all of it. And the class, he never loses his mystery. A fucking marathon with some pretty brutal bondage and impact play involved, no problem, he’ll last it. You can torture the soul out of him, he’s gonna be winding and gasping for more. Except maybe that his voice is gonna be pretty hoarse if they don’t gag his mouth for the most part. Man, Taemin is so vocal. This will have the ladies all runny beyond imagination. Nobody who meets him casually is gonna suspect it, but Taemin has the wettest dick in all of Seoul (unless Lucas is doing an allnighter) and no pliable brain left because he’s got is fucked out hard daily and he gave it daily. Now you know.

⎡Jongin⎦⇁ Kai is gonna act smug about this right from the start. He’s gonna be the guy who’s proud to show you off, walking around arms over your either shoulders, him right in the middle. Like hello, I’m experienced. The entirety of SM Entertainment is gonna have rumors circulating but nobody’s gonna be surprised. Little does he know you’re down to make his naughty lyrics come true. Kai is gonna get pegged and punished holding onto his dear oversized teddy bear. Literally, these two will have him burying his entire face there. Whimpering and high-pitched moaning like it’s time for EXO adlibs. His couch is large enough for three people, so. Somebody is gonna end up horny and crying. With his album on repeat because there’s no better music to fuck to, don’t kid yourself, you likely don’t, anyway. It’s Kai we’re talking about. He has sluttiness for days. Getting your hands on all that tall dark and handsome goodness is just all that you need as a domme duo. Have you seen how this guy moves just breathing and walking and cocking his head on the occasion… I don’t wanna know how far he can go in the horizontal realm to put it carefully.

But you gotta be ready for Kai’s aggressive side that wants to make things happen. If you like a struggle for dominance, this is the address. You two are just too tempting and delicious not to move around on his bed to assume new positions. And if Jongin doesn’t feel like snapping his dangerous hips into either of you, he’s lying. Kai is ready to fucking dick you down like it’s your birthday. He has to be taught to request and wait like a good boy, on his best behavior and his knees preferably. Yep, I think that Kai is a case for some extended training because he’s so impatient, with good reason, but he still needs to be put in his place. Which Kai likes because it means you go harder on him without restraint. Was it his goal all along? I can see one of the girls taking the role of speaking to him with his head in her lap. Giving commands occasionally, checking in. And the other, getting freaky on him with her instruments. Kai’s body is so sensitive and reactive, it’s gonna be fun to see him twitch and beg. Even something as simple as clamping his nipples will already do the trick. That’s when you have Kai begging.

⎡Ten⎦⇁ Believe it or not. Out of all people, he’s gonna be the one with the most doubts and insecurities — at first. It feels a little overwhelming to Ten because he doesn’t know what’s coming. You know that kind of facial expression he does when he is uncertain. Mind you: Having a whole bunch of people around him isn’t new to him. Bitch, he’s in NCT! A threesome is peanuts against that neo energy. It’s more like, the coordination, he doesn’t know how to act. He’ll be shy and big-eyed and doesn’t know what to say. The king of comebacks and clapbacks: Speechless. Let that sink in. The girls are dealing with the kind of guy who needs a lot of clarity and talk beforehand because he doesn’t have experience with it. It takes him to really know what the program is and damn he’s right about that. Ten really getting into what he’s signing up for is big-brained of him. He asks a lot of questions with an open-mind, but also care. But then again, we know how Ten’s confidence can skyrocket, and that he’s so secretly curious about those things he’s bursting with anticipation. And he knows what to ask for to really get someone going. Touch me, tease me, feel me up, am I right or am I right? He adapts so well to almost any circumstance in his life, it’s admirable. Totally up to the challenge once it goes down, he really grows into that. And I promise that particularly the physical part is absolutely his forte, that’s where he blooms. Ten can be easily taught through the genius of his body and he’s gonna love that.

Once things get hands-on and he finds himself with two girls mounting him, and on go the cat ears, he’s like oh my god this is great. The surprise factor is the biggest in the group here. Ten is gonna almost facepalm because he’s been worrying himself where there was nothing to be anxious about. Because he’s in his groove! Smiling and laughing and having a good time. No stress, just feeling so damn good. Probably with several super-size vibrating toys employed on him because that’s how Ten rolls, always taking the challenge. What a twitchy mess he’s gonna be, I can’t. The two ladies are gonna have a blast themselves bending him around and getting the best of the best erections out of him. Ten is totally gonna snack something while they’re fooling around as three. Or they’re stuffing him with delicacies, he’s gonna be so eager. But that’s not even a glimpse of what they’re gonna do! Ten is ready for almost everything, my friends. Tag teamed while dressed up as Alice? Likelier than you think. With the wig, that’s right. Ten is gonna be their good girl for one long night and truly love it. He obeys so well, spreads his legs like its nothing. It’s all gonna be a hell of a mess on his outfit though. If there’s one person ready to have cum all over him, that’s the right address. He’s throwing peace signs and pose for their phone cameras. Oh Ten, the legend you are.

⎡Lucas⎦⇁ Wong Yukhei… the entire concept that is him literally screams for it. Two people handling all that fucking hunk. So much space to work with, that body is a drug. Xuxi is one staggering big boy, his forehead is making love to any door frame. Lot of waist to grab (…like why is it shaped like that. Offensive!) lot of wrist to tie. And those long fucking model legs, for god’s sake, you just gotta do something with those for once. Get those thigh harnesses! Plus he’s a literal baby who’s all down to date girls his senior. Yukhei is a sucker for mad girls acting possessive over him. And he’s a handful, one fucking tease, one chaotic man. Two times the payback is just so much more appropriate. He can just get fucked and fucked and fucked some more. As is two times as much stimulation. You can imagine. Yes, all over his body. Grabbing his necktie and guiding him around this that (good shit) and caressing his face, and his back, and his chest, and his stomach, it’s so sexy to touch him there.

But let’s not lie. A certain somebody has cock and balls for two people. Lucas is one hell of a stallion. Lot of girth to make hard and to edge. That needs a duo of two unhinged girls, forces of nature, someone shy won’t do. It’s their job to make him shy and docile, not the other way around. Because Lucas enjoys being teased and flattered right back, and is more than fine with being toyed with, even playfully beaten up. You know he loves to be on the receiving end of bickering. Doesn’t mean he suddenly forgets to be an active party or just leans back. He has giant hands and knows how to use them, he’s chartered some major clit territory as well, remember that. That’s gonna be three people losing their fucking minds. Imagine all those luscious, raspy groans. Lucas never holds back, no filter, he knows what the ladies like. Drenched in sweat is all you’ll gonna be. And probably a whole bunch of lube because that’s the other thing the entire concept of Lucas is screaming for. The more ye know.

⎡Mark⎦⇁ Alright my friends. Cute Mark vibes different but that’s no secret. Boy’s gonna admit he’s really intimidated and shy, but so happy he’s gonna get sandwiched once he agrees to try it. It’s all a matter of courage. The girls will be the ones approaching him because they bought him ice cream, and the conversation starts from there, but it’s up to Mark to really set the mood. Oh boy, he’s not gonna stop blushing. This nerd with a girl on each side, that sure as hell looks great on him, I assure you. And if Mark Lee is your trophy rapper poly boyfriend, you truly made it, so. This is gonna be a dynamic right here. And the most fun, imagine the mayhem. He’ll talk his mouth off like his life depends on it. Mark doing sexy talk with two girls at the same time would be so entertaining. They will own his ass. Like wow… they’re making out with him, alternate with french kisses and putting their hands all over him, and ruin his face with ice cream. Mark would be so sexy to pull close by his collar.

And you bet it’s gonna slowly escalate from there, he’s tapping into some sides of him he never knew were there. Ice cubes down his chest, tongues down his mouth, hands in his hair kind of afternoon. As a brief and hilarious interruption, a shivering, horny as hell Mark takes a phone call from Johnny. Who, as you learn, is completely unsuspecting. „Hey, I’m at IKEA, uh. The living room section, actually. Should I buy the blue pillow or the yellow one? I can’t decide. They both have the same print on them, so.“ Mark is gonna blurt out that blue is probably gonna be a good idea and ends the phone call before anybody can moan into the speaker. Johnny is left confused at the other end of the line. The girls will end up teasing Mark that he said blue because that’s what his balls are for sure. Freudian slips, always glorious. Mark is not gonna deny that and ultimately ends up with his face between two cleavages — talk about melons, are we gonna kid ourselves — and two hands down his jeans. This is gonna need a lot of towels. Mark has never gotten this fucked up in his whole life and he is grateful. Watch out people, he’ll write a whole mixtape about this.

[dmc-tings]

The DMC crew teaching their s/o how to drive (prt 2: The Ladies)

Nico

Your best bet would have been to ask anyone else

ANYONE ELSE!!

But... you didn't get the chance to ask...

She pulled you into the van, after you admitted to her that you didn't know how to drive

Pushing you into the driverseat, she plopped down beside you

"Alright! Here's what your gonna do!" Nico barked

Then started to point and teach

After about an hour, she looked at you"You sure do ask alot of questions..."

You looked at her, "Babe. You didn't shut up long enough for me to ask anything."

She waved her hand in your face, "Shut up, and start 'er up!"

You rolled your eyes at your girlfriend, knowing that if you said anything else, it would lead to a smack

Begrudgingly you started up the van, jumping when it rattled to life

Nico gave a laugh, "She don't bite! Don't be so jumpy!"

You huffed, puffing your cheeks a bit

Slowly shifting gears, you where off!

It was kinda exciting, you know, driving for the first time

But then Nico, yelped and told you to punch your foot on the gas

Out of fear, you stomped your foot on the pedal!

Checking the rear view mirror, you saw a small horde of demon rushing after you both

"I TOLD YOU WE SHOULDA BROUGHT NERO!!" you barked

Channeling your inner fast and furious, you drifted through Red Grave

Nico shot you a look, "I hate it when your fuckin right."

She pulled out her phone, calling the youngest devil hunter

After setting a randevu point, she led you to where Nero was waiting

Skidding past him, you watched as Nero jumped down, engaging the demons

Letting out a breath, you forgot you were holding, you looked at your girlfriend

She was biting her lip, eyeing you

Then you burst out laughing, like a hard genuine laugh

Nico relaxed, "Im sorry, i-"You cut her off, kissing her, after needing to breathe, you pulled back

"That was amazing! Next mission, I'm driving, babe!"

Nico smiled, dumbly, she knew you were the one for her

Lady

You rolled your eyes

Talk about a mom....

She was determined to teach you ALL of the laws of driving

After over hearing you and Dante talk about driving

And said half-devil offering to teach you

A "Fuck no, Dante." Was yelled out, followed by a bullet being shot in his forehead

Pulling a "What did I do" face, Dante sat quietly

As you drug your girlfriend away and prompting her to teach you

It was 5 and half hours before you got close to a vehicle

And it was a driver's Education vehicle

You where impressed actually

You both sat in the car for another hour, before even touching the keys to get started

Once you actually started trying to drive, she lessened up in her "helicopter parenting"

She had already set up your planned course

You ran over a couple of cones, and she gave you a look

You ignored it and straightened up

After a few corrections and a little more practice, Lady thought you pretty much had it

She smiled at you, "Now, I think you can try the test."

You giggled at her, causing the woman's face to blush

"Babe, I'm just glad to have some time ALONE with you."

Lady turned her face away from you, trying to hideYou leaned over, "Mary?" You asked, giving her face a small smooch

Your the only person to call her by her given name, and not get shot

She pouted trying to lean further away from you

You giggled, pulling her into your lap, smothering her with kisses

Lady finally broke, and let out a fit of giggles

The Lady Devil Hunter was your muse, and you hers

Trish

"Trish." You poked the demon woman

She didn't look at you, only her eye twitching at your pestering

You'd been doing this for the past hour

She finally gave you her full attention

"Trish!" You yelped happily, smiling brightly

She raised her eyebrows at you, prompting you to speak

"Do you know how to drive? And not the motorcycle, a car. Like what Nico and Nero drive. Not you and Dante... And Lady. You know the vroom vroom." You rambled, putting your hands out infront of you mimicking a steering wheel

Trish sighed, smiling at you letting you ramble

Cause it was cute

Once you ran out of breath, she answered you"Yes. I do. Why?"

You grabbed her hands, eyes shining, "Will you teach me to drive?!"

Trish nodded, "Sure. I will. But you have to listen to me, alright?"

You nodded, jumping up, pulling her with you"I promise to listen babe! Let's go!!"

She waved a goodbye to Dante, who let out a chuckle, waving back

Trish snatched up Morrison's keys on the way by

"I'll bring it back, safe and sound." She spoke before the elderly male could speak out

Once out side, she slid into the driverseat

You opened your mouth to protest

"Hey. You said you'd listen." She cut you off, giving you a look, "And I know you learn better by watching first. So get in."

You shut your mouth nodding

Starting the car Trish drove you around abit, showing you the different things

The gear shift, pedals, signs on the streets and just general vigilance when driving

Finally she pulled over and let you get into the driverseat

Excited you put the pedal to the metal, taking a tip from Dante

In scaring the shit out of your girlfriend

Which you succeeded in

You knew had to drive, but Trish didn't know that

"HOLY SHIT!!! STOP YOU IDIOT!! ARE YOU-"

You stopped, skidding to a halt infront of the shop

Laughing you pointed at Dante who was busting a gut, outside

Trish, on the other hand, was not laughing

Her hair was frizzed and she looked like she was ready to hand out some lightning

You rushed out of the car, running behind Dante

The pair of you still laughing

Trish got out, straightened her hair and glared at you

"You know how to drive?"

You nodded, wiping tears

"Good. You can take me to the beach as punishment."

Then she turned to Dante, who stopped laughing and started to back away

"You, put them up to this."

The devil hunter ran away, not looking back

You walked up to Trish, "Oh Hon, cut him some slack, we were bored."

You gave her a kiss

And she returned it, calming down

"But your not off the hook either. Your going to take me shipping for the next 3 months. And off of your paycheck."

You frowned but didn't argue, you did give her a fright

"Fine... just not all that super expensive shit you like."

[ggukkiedae]

Holaaa! Could i request for a misc 10 for yoonmi? Like lowkey crack? Miya learning how to drive 101 gone wrong? 🤡

oooh of course hun 🥰 just a warning: i have a lacking sense of humor aksjdhfh but anyway, i hope you enjoy this!

italic conversations are spoken in englih

prompt: “So, uh, I locked the keys in the car.”

“Tell me again why I’m the one teaching you how to drive.”

Jungkook helped Yoonmi adjust the seat so she could sit up straighter and reach the pedals of the car better. She scrunched her nose at him, making him thump her forehead.

“Because we’re best friends,” she said while rubbing her forehead, “and you’ll do this for me because the other oppas won’t let me learn unless I’m legal. That, and they’re all either busy or not in Seoul.”

Jungkook sighed. It was just him and Yoonmi living in the dorm for their hiatus. Jimin, Namjoon, and Taehyung had gone travelling. Hoseok was in LA for his mixtape. Seokjin and Taehyung had gone to their family homes. Jungkook had promised Yoonsung he’d take Yoonmi with him to Busan, but they were going after Yoonmi finished her solo schedules.

After a few days of following Yoonmi in her schedules and accompanying her when she visited her friends, Jungkook was surprised when she asked him to teach her how to drive.

He shook his head as he got into the passenger’s seat. He helped her buckle her seatbelt then guided her through everything. He sighed heavily when she struggled with the shift gear.

“For someone who’s extremely skilled with motorcycles,” he began while leaning over to point to the pedals, “you’re a klutz when it comes to cars. Step on the middle pedal to move the stick.”

She gave a sheepish smile and moved her right foot to step on it. “Motorcycles don’t have this.”

Jungkook just laughed. He took out his phone and set it up on a stand he bought for the dashboard. He captured all of Yoonmi’s reactions while she nervously navigated her way around the open space.

Yoonmi would give Jungkook looks every time he snickered at her, but it wouldn’t last too long. She was too scared of taking her eyes off of the road.

Eventually, under Jungkook’s guidance, she was able to speed up a little while doing rounds around the open space.

“Pullover right there,” Jungkook instructed her. “The delivery I ordered is just outside the gate.”

Yoonmi abruptly stepped on the break, lurching them both forward. Jungkook yelped a little when his seatbelt prevented him from flying out his seat. She turned and gave him an innocent smile.

“Sorry?”

Jungkook just laughed and got out of the car. “I’ll be back in a bit with lunch.”

Jungkook closed the door and headed towards the gate to their subdivision. Yoonmi sighed and leaned back against her seat.

“Cars are way too suffocating,” she muttered to herself before getting out and shutting the door behind her.

She climbed the hood of the car then proceeded to settle on the roof. One of their neighbors who was walking her dog passed by. Yoonmi waved at her as she approached.

“Auntie,” Yoonmi greeted, “good morning! Hi, Choco!”

“What’s brought you out here, Yoonmi?” the lady asked her.

“Ggukoo oppa’s teaching me how to drive,” Yoonmi smiled.

Her neighbor smiled. “Good luck then. Bring Nala over for a playdate with Choco sometime soon!”

With a promise to do just that, Yoonmi waved at her neighbor who went in the direction of the park. She turned and saw Jungkook coming over with plastic bags in his hand.

“Pop open the trunk,” he called up to her. “I have a picnic blanket in there somewhere.”

She slid down the hood and went to open the door only to find it locked. Her eyes widened as she pressed her face against the window. The keys were inside for sure, and the doors were locked.

“Please don’t get mad,” she gulped and approached Jungkook. “So, uh, I locked the keys in the car.”

Jungkook only looked at her and sighed. “You know what? We’re eating on the hood of the car, then I’m going back to the dorm to grab the replica keys, alright?”

“Okay!”

“And that’s the end of your lessons today!”