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kikistationary · 5 months ago

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I wanna talk.

Hyungwon X Reader Fanfic

Genre: Toxic situation ship.

Synopsis: Hyungwon and reader are in a secret relationship. You guys argue about the status of your relationship.

This is pt1. Pt will carry on where this left off and will be rated 18+ for adults content.

Reader Pov

The cool night air kissed my cheeks, my gaze watching as the buildings flowed by as we drove through the relatively empty city. I looked over at Hyungwon, his eyes still focused on the road as if he hadn’t just placed his hand on my thigh. Truthfully, I shouldn’t have been in that car with him, and as far as my friends knew, I had blocked him on everything. Yet, there I was.

“You said you wanted to talk. Talk,” I said to him. He had called me 30 minutes ago, asking to meet outside my condo so we could talk, but he hadn't said anything since I got into the car. I refused to talk to him in the parking lot, fearing someone might see us together.

“Let’s talk at my place,” he said, glancing over at me ever so slightly. I pushed his hand off my thigh. I had a feeling he didn’t actually want to talk. I wasn’t dense or naive.

“Oh, that same place you didn’t want me to come to because you didn’t want anyone to know about us?” I asked sarcastically.

Our whole falling out had been tied to him hiding our relationship, if you could even call it that. We had met one night at the bar he was DJing a few months ago when I went out with my friends, and we had been on and off since then. All arguments led back to him not wanting anyone to know he was talking to someone. His excuse was always that he wouldn’t get hired as a DJ if women thought they had a chance with him.

“You know that’s not true,” he said softly, still not taking his eyes off the road.

I loved putting myself in difficult situations. I could have easily blocked his calls like I was supposed to.

“I don’t want to go to your place. What did you want to talk about?” I said, folding my arms. The more I thought about my situation, the dumber I felt.

“Then what do you want me to do? Where do you want to go to talk? You didn’t want to talk in your parking lot,” he asked, a bit frustrated.

All our conversations turned into fights. We weren’t even together, but the way we went back and forth could easily be misunderstood.

“Pull the car over somewhere and we can talk,” I said, rolling my eyes.

“Okay,” he said softly once again. He tried to hide his earlier frustration in his voice, but I still heard it.

He pulled into a mostly empty park. A few people were walking around, maybe four or five, and a couple were sitting on a bench.

“What did you want to talk about?” I asked, not looking in his direction.

Hyungwon sighed before he began speaking, “I wanted to talk about us and what we have going on.”

“As far as I know, we have nothing going on,” I replied swiftly, already annoyed with where the talk was heading.

“Don’t start that. Just because you are upset, that doesn’t erase what we have going on,” Hyungwon replied.

“And why was I angry, Hyungwon?” I said, squinting my eyes in annoyance. He always expected me to understand where he was coming from without considering how long we had been going through this back and forth. It had become exhausting over time.

“Come on, I told you when we first started. I just wanted to keep my livelihood. I wouldn’t get hired nearly enough if they knew I was with someone,” he said, turning to me pleadingly.

“Then why did you start this? You kept calling me and saying you wanted to meet me and be with me but refused to tell others about us because you wanted to keep being eye candy for other people. Be real, please.”

“I am being real. I told you that you are who I want. What does that have to do with other people knowing?” he asked, his voice growing increasingly more agitated.

“You know what? Don’t even worry about it.”

“I’m just trying to talk to you. Why are you being like this? We are always fighting, can’t we go back to when we were peaceful?” Hyungwon said as he ran his hands over his face.

“Like I said, don’t even worry about it. The way I see it, we were never peaceful, we only got along when we were together,” I said with an eye roll.

I could only tell the truth. I lied to myself, choosing to believe that he only wanted to talk.

“And what's so wrong with that?” he said, looking over and staring me dead in the eyes.

“What’s wrong is that it’s not worth going through this with you. I could find anyone else. At least they wouldn’t act like they didn’t know when we were in public,” I said, returning his deep stare.

Hyungwon reached his hand up to my warm cheek, gently stroking it as he leaned closer. His gaze traveled to my lips.

“Is it really not worth it? We get along, you know that. Not just physically, but mentally too,” he said, then allowed his gaze to travel back to my eyes.

It was this type of smooth-talking that had me under him after many fights we had.

I tried to turn my gaze away from him, but his stroking hand became a grip.

“Whether you want to admit it or not, your body and heart won’t lie,” he said. His thumb grazed over my bottom lip, “no matter what these lips say.”

I slapped his hand away.

“Find somebody else for this bullshit,” I said as I reached for the door handle. A step ahead of me, Hyungwon hit the lock on the car, locking it from the driver's side.

“I don’t want somebody else, and neither do you. Please, let's make up,” he said before reaching for my hand.

“No, Hyungwon. I can’t keep this up. I’m tired. Let’s just stop this,” I said before trying to unlock the door once more. When it wouldn’t budge, I realized he had used the child lock.

“Unlock the door,” I said to him. He refused to look in my direction.

“Hyungwon. Open the fucking door,” I repeated.

“OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR,” I yelled before shaking his hand off.

“What do you want? What do you want me to do?” he raised his voice. “Fine, I’ll tell everybody,” he reached out and forcefully grabbed my hand and interlocked our fingers.

“What are you doing? Let go of me,” I said as I furiously tried to pry his hand off. His palm was much larger than mine, so my effort was futile. He reached into his pocket and grabbed his phone before snapping a picture of our hands together.

“What are you doing?” I asked again.

“I’m doing what you wanted. Now everybody is going to know we are together and we can stop this shit,” he said as he typed away on his phone. Realizing he was planning to post the picture, I lunged at him, trying desperately to remove the phone from his hands.

“NO, THIS IS WHAT YOU WANTED,” he yelled. He constantly blocked my hands that were reaching over to grab the phone. Eventually, he quickly unlocked the car and got out with the phone, trying to avoid my hands. I got out right after him, but I was too late.

“There! It’s done, so no more of this shit. I don’t want to argue about this anymore.”

“We were never together, Hyungwon!” I yelled.

“We have been together since the beginning. You just keep starting arguments about who gets to know about it”

I walked over and grabbed the phone from his hands to see what he posted. It was a simple carousel post with our hands as the first picture. The picture was awfully blurry from all the fighting in the car. I swiped to see what the other photo was in the carousel. It was a selfie of him lying on my naked back that I never knew he took or even when he took it.

The views constantly increased the longer the photos were up.

My phone began to ring and my notifications kept going off. I could only assume my friends had seen the post. Luckily, he hadn’t tagged my profile, so no one knew who I was just yet.

This was all too much. I handed him his phone back before walking back to the passenger side.

‘Take me home,’ I said to him before getting back into the car.

My phone continued to ring over and over, and so did his. Once he got into the car, he turned his phone off.

“Not gonna answer that?” he asked as my phone rang again.

“No, my friends are gonna kill me” I said, looking ahead as he started the car.

We sat there for a moment with the car still parked.

“Aren’t you going to drive?” I looked over at him.

He changed his focus to look at me. “They are already going to chew you out. We might as well get the best of it.” He turned the car back off and quickly leaned over to be face to face with me. Our lips almost touched.

“We should do what they accuse you of doing,” he said softly with a smile.

“Is this what you tell other girls?” I asked. He didn’t reply. Instead, he stared at me with a smile, neither denying nor confirming his past actions. He quickly pecked my lips before pulling away and looking me in the eyes.

I grabbed his face and placed a firm kiss on his lips.

I was going to get chewed out anyway.

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asmobeuses · 1 year ago

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𝘽𝙧𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙂𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙨.

synopsis: Noir wasn't expecting a pretty thing like you drinking your woes away in a bar. Maybe he could keep you company?

Warnings: AFAB!reader (feminine terms such as lady, gal. inherently feminine compliments such as pretty,), infidelity, comfort to angst, drinking, cigarette smoking, obvious one-night stand (not written), suggestive, reader consents before they both continue to drink, probably OOC Noir, NOT PROOF READ. lmk if I missed anything <3

As late as it was, you found yourself wandering into a bar. Something, anything to get your mind off what you walked in on would do. You sat down and ordered some bourbon. Your eyes scanned the bar, seeing if you could find some eye candy to occupy your ever-racing mind. A certain patron in a long, collared coat fumbling around in his pocket caught your gaze.

“Fuck,” the unlit cigarette bobbed in his mouth with every word he spoke, “where’d it go? I swear to god it was just in my pocket.”

The man was conventionally attractive. He wasn't too scrawny, but not too muscular. His black hair in a neat swoop complimented his chiseled face and tall stature perfectly.

“Lookin’ for something?” You called out in his direction, hoping he’d take notice of you.

Noir glanced at you, a small grin gracing his features. “Yeah, darlin’. I’ve misplaced my lighter.” He says, muffled. He pulls the cigarette out from his mouth before continuing. “You wouldn’t happen to have one on ya? It's been a long day and a smoke would be nice.”

You pulled out a lighter and a cigarette from the bottom of your purse. You motioned for him to come sit down.

He sat down and leaned in. “Well aren’t you a sweetheart?” The smile on his face told you that he wasn't planning on going anywhere anytime soon.

You put the cigarette up to your lips and lit it, but instead of simply using the lighter for his, you leaned in closer, touching the end of your cigarette with his own. Your eyes were locked onto his the whole time, catching him off guard.

His eyes widened, your warm breath sending shivers down his spine. He couldn’t help but feel appreciative of the proximity, even if it only lasted a little while. He took a long drag before exhaling the smoke.

“You sure know how to make a man feel lucky,” the grin on his face was laced with amusement, “what��s your name, darlin’?” He was eager to engage in conversation with you.

You chuckled at his question, deciding to play hard to get. "Ah, but revealing my name soooo soon would spoil all the fun, wouldn't it? You'll have to work a little harder to uncover that secret." Your voice carried a hint of a compelling challenge, inviting him to engage in the game of unraveling your mysteries.

He silently accepted her challenge. “Ah ah, two can play it that game,” he winked, “in that case, you can call me whatever you’d like.” His voice held a hint of suggestion. “Anyway, a pretty lady like yourself shouldn’t be here without some company. ‘S too dangerous. What brings you here? You look like you’re sulkin’.”

“Well handsome,” that was the name you chose for him, considering he was playing the same game you were, “ ‘M here because I don't wanna be at home right now.” Your vague words held a certain weight to them, but Noir looked at the wedding band you were fidgeting with on your finger and was able to put two and two together.

“Infidelity?” He inquired, expression turning soft.

“And with his boss. Now, ain’t that just comical?” You dryly laughed. You spoke with a bitter intonation, causing Noir to frown at your sorrow. He reached out, putting a comforting hand on your arm.

“I’m sorry to hear that, sweetheart. Nobody deserves to be treated that way,” his voice filled with uncut sympathy. “Y’know what? Sometimes a little distraction is okay, even when it's temporary. Hows about I keep you company for the night, help you forget about everything?”

His hand moved from your arm, but the intense eye contact remained. “I can't fix everything, but I can do enough to put that pretty smile back on your face, hm?”

You groaned, frustrated with everything. “Nothing would amount to his entrails being on the lawn right now.”

Despite how gruesome the remark was, he found himself captivated by your dark humor. He chuckled, “Killing may not be the best way to deal with this … tempting as it may sound.” His head rested on the back of his palm. “Let me be your distraction, take your mind off things,” he repeated, “we’ll have a few drinks, talk a little more, and who knows? Maybe we can even make your cheating husband regret putting someone as pretty as you through the betrayal. Pleasure is a wonderful diversion” His mischievous lilt caused your thoughts to dance around the appealing possibilities of this night’s end.

“Now now, I’m not an easy gal. I don't just lay with the first handsome man to say hi t’me. It’ll take a little more convincing than just empty promises.” you challenged his vows of pleasure.

His eyes sparkled as his voice dropped down, low and seductive. “I wouldn't expect anything less from a beauty as alluring as you. I’m not one to make empty promises. That’s something you can learn very quickly. I assure you, the pleasure I offer is far from empty.

His finger made rounds around the rim of his glass, sending suggestive shivers down your spine.. “I aim to satisfy, in every sense of the word, but it’s no fun if I don't have to work for it.”

“Your confidence alone is almost enough.” You joked.

“My confidence isn’t all I have going for me,” he winked, “but I don't want you to give in too easily. I want to earn every moment. Let us savor the journey, and make tonight one neither of us will forget.”

You were beginning to grow flustered by his words. “Quite the charmer there, aren’t you.” It was more of a statement than a question.

His smile only grew more confident. “Why, thank you, dear. I do aim to please,” he replied, “but there's no need to be nervous. Just relax, allow me to show you a night of indulgence.” He flicked the rim of his glass, meeting your eyes with the sound of the clink. “Let me take care of you tonight. Let me make you feel things never before felt. I can assure you won't regret it.”

Your legs pressed together as you were lost in thought. After a few moments, you gently whispered, “I..may just take you up on that offer.”

His eyes flickered with a mixture of anticipation and satisfaction. He leaned in closer, voice laced with raw desire, “perfect..”

Your Adam's apple bobbed, his eyes following.

“Let’s head somewhere more private, yeah?”

You eagerly nodded and followed him out of the bar. He was making his way to the motel down the street. Once you arrived, he quickly paid for a room and led you to it.

In a couple swift movements, the door was locked and his lips found purchase on your own, moving in sync. Your heart was beating out of your chest, you could only pray he didn’t hear it. He pulled away and began removing his coat, you could only stare at his body through the well-fitted collared shirt.

His eyes met your own and he looked as if he was in a trance. He grabbed you with a lustful urgency, one hand on your waist and the other in your hair. “It's like.. You have me under a spell. I can't resist those enchanting eyes of yours. I want to fulfill every one of your desires tonight.”

You gave him full control, allowing him to do whatever he wanted. Your voices mixed into a symphony of intimacy, swirling into the air around you, forming the most beautiful song. Noir’s eyes followed your body’s every movement, his intense gaze pushing you over the edge time and time again.

Coming down from your highs, you felt nothing but pure bliss. Though, as Noir held you, your mind began to wander to your husband. You knew what lay in store before you indulged in Noir, but you couldn't help but let the tears fall at his tenderness and attention. You began to crave him beyond sex. You thought about how your husband never looked at you the way Noir did, never took your well-being or satisfaction into account. He only craved what would benefit him and him alone.

Noir’s expression softened, his understanding of your feelings deepening. He gently wiped away the tears, his touch infused with empathy and care. “I see you, sweetheart. I see your needs, your desires, and I'm here to fulfill them. To show you the love and attention you deserve.”

Noir embraced you as if to shield you from all the pain and neglect you had endured. He wanted to be the one to heal the wounds inflicted upon your heart and soul. He wanted to show you the genuine and unwavering kind of love. He understood the complexity of your emotions, the yearning for more than just physical intimacy.

It was then, when Noir realized his encounter with you held more weight than just a simple, fleeting fling. The tightening of his hold on your trembling body was instantaneous when the comprehension of his heart’s desire came to fruition.

He fell in love, and it all happened in a single night.

“With me, you will always be prioritized, both in and out of the bedroom.” From that moment, Noir vowed to be the sanctuary you sought, the embodiment of love and passion that would wash away past wounds. He wanted to be the partner you deserved, to protect and cherish you, whether it be in moments of intense passion or tender silence.

"Thank you, Noir." As you sobbed into his chest, your words held some sadness to them, as you believed this would be the first and last time you saw him.

Noir held you tightly in his embrace, his heart aching at the sound of your sobs. He knew how bittersweet this interaction would become, and it only reinforced his determination to make this moment with you as meaningful as possible.

"You don't need to thank me, my dear," he whispered softly, his voice filled with a mixture of sadness and longing. "I'm here for you, and I always will be. No matter what happens, you'll always have a place in my heart."

In that moment, he wished he could offer you more, wish he could mend the brokenness in your life and give you the love and happiness you deserve. But he understood the complexities of the situation, the circumstance that kept you apart.

Noir cradled you gently, his touch offering solace and comfort amidst the turmoil of emotions. He cherished this moment, knowing that it was fleeting, yet forever etched in his heart.

"You deserve so much happiness," he murmured, his voice filled with sincerity. "Don't settle for anythin’ less. No matter where life takes us, always remember the love we shared in this moment."

With a final tender kiss, Noir held you close, silently promising to cherish the memory of your time together and hoping that one day, fate would grant you both the opportunity to find happiness in each other's arms once more.

You fought your drowsiness, not wanting this moment to end. Unfortunately, you lost, succumbing to the wishful embrace of slumber.

Though, the love you felt rivaled that of any other.

Noir woke up the next morning to find himself alone in the bed, his senses immediately alert to the absence of your presence. As he looked around, he noticed the emptiness of the space beside him, the sheets that were devoid of the warmth he somehow grew accustomed to in one night.

A mixture of longing and a bittersweet ache filled his heart, knowing that this encounter was meant to be just a fleeting moment in time. He couldn't help the tinge of sadness that settled in, his thoughts filled with memories of the passionate night you had shared.

As his gaze fell upon his wrist, Noir's lips curled into a tender smile. There, in a sweet and simple gesture, was evidence of your presence, a lipstick mark left behind—brown and distinct. A loving reminder of the connection you had forged.

He gently touched the mark with his fingertips, cherishing the moment captured within its staining color. It spoke volumes, a testament to the intimacy shared, the vulnerability and passion that had filled the night.

Knowing that nothing lasts forever, Noir held onto the memory of your time together, the way you had touched his heart, and the love that had surged between you. He vowed to carry this experience with him always, a cherished chapter in his life.

With the bittersweet taste of farewell lingering in his heart, Noir showed one last smile toward the lipstick mark on his wrist. It was a farewell, but also a silent promise to treasure the mark you left on his soul, forever grateful for the love and connection you shared, even if it was just for one unforgettable night.

ok so. hi!!! this has been in my drafts unfinished since summer so my hyperfixation on the Spiderverse has kinda died, so i wont be writing for the SV for a good while. it'll prob be back with the release of Beyond the Spiderverse. BUTTTTTTT im fixated on blue lock and Jujutsu Kaisen rn so i may write a little for those.

uhh requests open hmm idk what else i should add here

oh also the title is the link to the song i listened to during the making of this

M.list <— if you enjoy my silly works, I have more here!

#✎ Asmo writes #spiderman atsv #spiderverse #spiderverse fanfic #spider noir #spiderman noir #spiderman noir x reader #spiderverse x reader

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orangelemonsstuff · 2 years ago

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Csn you do sn mafia au again. But with cater x bartender!reader?

HELL YEAH! actually i have an idea that i wanna write a long time ago so now's the time to write it.

Diamond Candies

Gangster!Cater x Bartender!Reader

Silver Bullet!Au credits to @jackplushie

Summary: a orange haired man with a pompadour hairstyle walked in while still looking at his phone that has an extravagant phonecase, he searched the place as if looking for somebody it made you assume he's just an another person that has a deal to settle with or somebody who just wanted to have some drinks (hopefully)

your bar is packed tonight

it's not like you aren't happy it's just that

most of these customers are either gangsters or somebody from the underworld

your bar had become an dealing place or what should you say a "haven" for these men to gather around, have a couple of drinks then complete a illegal trade that slipped your ear had been made.

it's convenient for them since even the bartender don't pry to these conversations, letting it be.

it had become and the one that made your bar popular to these people was...

"ACE, YOU SPILLED SOME ON MY JACKET!!"

"Shut up Deuce you're too loud, my ears are ringing from hangover..."

these kids. the first customers you weren't grateful for

"for the last time, Mocktails doesn't have alcohol and hangovers don't work that way." you say as you wipe off the spilled residue of the counter glaring over the two teenagers that stained it in the first place

"Hey bartender when are you going to-"

"when you turn 18, here have a soda instead." you interrupt Ace as you give them both different flavor that matches their hair color, they don't seem to notice it but it had become an amusement to you to give them matching beverage each time

with how busy the bar is no one might've paid attention to anyone coming in but you are the bartender, every ring of that bell in the entrance is a new person you'll get to know even without speaking a word.

a orange haired man with a pompadour hairstyle walked in while still looking at his phone that has an extravagant phonecase, he searched the place as if looking for somebody it made you assume he's just an another person that has a deal to settle with or somebody who just wanted to have some drinks (hopefully)

you continue wiping some of the glasses as you let him walk closer to the counter

"Looks like our newcomers are having fun drinking right now!!"

"PFFTU-- CATER!?!?" he had both of his hand in their shoulder as they both spew out their drinks as it drips out of their mouths onto your counter

dammit, you just wiped that spot and how come these two didn't notice him coming closer?

"Cater- wait we can explain--"

"Hmm~ you know, Riddle's going to be so mad if he knew you two were neglecting your duties to..." his eyes follow you all of the sudden, watching you wipe the glasses in display.

"...drink." he let that last word slip out as a whisper whilst his green eyes are still at you

"hey" he's talking to you, you gave him a glance before turning back at your chore

"you know, internet's the most fastest wildfire that can spread through locally even globally." his voice is sinister, threatening.

"this bar serve booze right? and as far anyone would know, even if you could just give Acey and Deucey here a look they are certainly too young for it" you sigh, for the love of great seven how many times had you heard that?

"what if i posted about this huh? the internet hates people like you you, yk? that wildfire would ruin you, your life, this bar, everything. it can even get you arrested!" he smiled at you with his eyes closed but that doesn't lessen the heavy tension between you two leaving Ace and Deuce nervously silent with their mouth slight agape

"I don't serve alcohol to minors sir, i mostly serve them soda or juice." you reply as you hold back the urge to throw the soda can in Deuce's hand at him, you're too irritated inside but you can't show it especially if he's just provoking you like this

"Oh." he's looking at your eyes to search for the barest hint of lie, but he couldn't and you aren't , the only thing you lied about is that you served Ace and Deuce mocktails even though all that you did is mix some fruit juice add a lemon to it and make it look good. they didn't even question if it's a real mocktail or not.

when he confirmed he can't, hummed to himself and let his hand wander around your clean counter- he's pissing you off before sitting besides Ace and touching one of the tall glass near him

"this thing doesn't look like what you'd put sod-"

"yes, it's a flute glass." when is this man going to leave? he's ruining your night right now by touching literally everything you just cleaned.

"but you are aware that you ar-"

"YES, YES I AM AWARE. now sir if you're not going to order anything or have any business in here anymore i recommend for you to leave this establishment at once." your irate statement left him silent at his seat as both Ace and Deuce try to sip their sodas quitely.

the awkward silence didn't even last 3 seconds before orange spoke again

"Ah! i remember now, i haven't posted in in Magicam for a while, mind if you make me a drink? Mx. ummm...." he searched for the nametag that didn't appear in your vest

"just call me bartender, i don't mind. now what will it be?" you bring out your notepad incase he's one of those types that has an order with multiple adds to it that you couldn't keep up with

"Ooh~ private much? dw i understand." he winked at you, rolling your eyes you asked what would his order be again as he looked at lighted menu from above you

"Ooh, the flamingo sounds fun! i wanna try it, add a smile and a heart to that too~" he's the flirty type huh?

you had tons of customers interested in you and your background, and when they can't find it, they try to pry themselves into your life to find the barest hint of weakness and use it against you. to use you .They would use methods you are accustomed to: Flirting, Forcing, Threats, Violence. anything to make you spill what you know but as the bartender of silver bullet, you are numb to it.

you prepare his cocktail by mixing vodka and champari to the mixer

"the name's Cater btw" he tried to speak as you shake the mixer a little bit harder to make a point at him

"you know... at a second glance, you don't look half bad yourse-" you turn out his voice by mixing vigorously near your ears, you can't handle anymore of his flirting, you're pretty sure you've had heard tons of those lines before.

after shaking for a while that turned Cater to quiet, you eventually pour his drink to the flute glass he touched earlier without even wiping it first.

it's pretty evil but he deserves it

with the last step, you slowly add champagne to the drink, with your three stool customers watching it pour.

"enjoy." you didn't sound enthusiastic serving it to him, one would almost assume you laced it with poison

"where's my smile and heart?" Cater ask playfully as he took a sip

"ran out of those. would never restock" Cater laughed at your response before returning to his drink. with the mood easing up, Ace decided to talk

"Sooo uh, bartender... can we get some of those candies again? they are free right?" Ace tried to lift the mood up before getting a nudge with an elbow by Deuce

"Hm? of course, hold on" you did receive some from Crowley two days ago, never checked it after eating some of it though, since you might've been too busy keeping this dingy bar up to place. you pull out something out of the cabinet, some sort of small bowl filled with orange diamond shaped candies, some of it were dark brown.

"Oh cool! another shape!" Ace put one in his mouth

"they look sweet too!" Deuce puts two

"they're bitter." you say after the two boys had the candies already bitten and melting to their mouth, they cough it out and sputtered replying to the strong taste of bitterness to the candy

you pick one up to observe it "they might look sweet on the outside but... it's bitter on the inside." you give Cater a glance

"too bitter." you place it inside of your mouth and swallow before it melts to your taste buds

"Would you like a taste, Cater?" you ask him as if it's a challenge.

"don't mind if i do" with a distance like Ace and Deuce it would seem like a normal reply to a question of yours, but Cater knows what you were trying to imply.

"Blegh! that's so disgusting, its way more bitter than a grounded coffee" Ace commented as he drank all of his soda to wash off the taste

"I don't mind a prankster side of you Bartender, but please don't do that ever again" Deuce does the same but chugging it off faster than Ace

"was it too much for you guys? now that you've got a taste, would you stay away from it forever then?" you grin at the two boys noticing how silent Cater had become

"wouldn't say that... but yeah maybe I'll avoid it from now on" Deuce say putting the can down at the counter

"i don't want to ever eat that ever again, BUT! i have a new prank idea..." Ace's smirk infected you as you looked at the orange haired man staring at his drink downwards

"What about you Cater? what's your opinion to it?" you ask as if challenging him, to see if he knew what you're trying to say

"it is too bitter." he said before chewing again. maybe you'd teased him too much with your implications, that's what he gets for messing with you earlier but he seemed hurt by it.

"for me, i think i like it. bitter as it is you've just got to accept that right?"

Cater's rose his head up to your words, the orange strands of his hair falls to his blushed face but his expression seemed surprised.

you eat another one, chewing it this time. the tangy bitter taste washed your mouth, it's unpleasant but you've had worst.

"Yeah..." Cater smiled before he finish his drink. with how red his face is you'd assume he is drunk but he stood up properly and dragged the two boys by the back of their collar

"w-wait Cater!!" Deuce struggled off Cater's strong grip but it refuses to budge

"uh oh, we're screwed dude" Ace added as he struggled for a bit before giving up

"Thx for watching the newbies for me bartender! i enjoyed the drink and snacks too!" he shouts before coming out with the two boys in hand.

you pick up the glass he drank at but it suddenly had a sticky note "call me" with his number written on it. you could crumble the paper now and throw it away but...

you decide to keep it, just in case

huh, come to think of it he didn't take any picture of the cocktail.

"ow ow, Cater please let go!!" Ace pleaded as he tried to remove the hand off his collar.

"Nope, i ain't doing it" Cater laughed as he dragged the two both to his place

"P-please don't say anything to the leader we'd do anything" begged Deuce as he try to keep up with Cater's walking before bumping to him as he stopped

"Oh really? anything hmm let's see..." Cater let go both of the boys's collar and nd pulled out his phone

he exactly remembered what he wants he just waited for the opportunity for these two to give it.

"that bartender... what exactly is their deal? what do you know about them?" Cater opened his phone and pressed the recording app before putting it back to his pocket.

"what, you also like them?"

"No, just interested."

a/n: hello hello i just wanna point out some things i promise a/n notes will dissapear soon cuz im pretty sure I'm annoying you guys but here it goes

The drink was from once again you guessed it guys, Alcohol is For Married Couples Chapter 62. (i honestly love the manga thats why i get clear reference from it since the drinks in there seemed lighthearted)

i just made up the candies lol, i don't think there's a bitter diamond shaped candy out there or if there is i just dont know it yet

Pointing the Obvious: Cater is implied to be the candy and bartender reader likes him >:D

thats all lol hope u guys liked it.

#twst #twst fanfic #twst x reader #twisted wonderland #twst cater #twst cater diamond #twst cater x reader #twst cater diamond x reader #cater diamond #cater x reader #silver bullet au #cater diamond x reader

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rottenpumpkin13 · 1 year ago

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If the firsts had an S/O who overworked themselves and found their partner exhausted, what would be their first instinct? (Zack and others can be included, I just wanna know what the firsts would do lol)

SOLDIER Vlogging Shenanigans pt. 24

[The video starts with Angeal filming himself, Sephiroth and Genesis walking off the elevator and onto the SOLDIER floor. Genesis and Sephiroth both have lollipops. Sephiroth is in the process of inspecting his curious blue tongue. He then notices the camera and literally darts out of frame]

"This question is so sweet," Angeal remarks as he reads the question off of his phone. "Someone wants to know what we'd do if we had an S/O who overworks themselves and found them exhausted."

"How precious," Genesis sighs, sticking out his red-stained tongue.

[Angeal pans the camera to Sephiroth, who has since gotten rid of his lollipop and is now unwrapping a candy bar. He once again notices the camera and shamefully dips out of frame]

"Sucks that Zack isn't here." Angeal frowns. "His answer would be less hypothetical seeing as he has relationship experience."

[He points the camera at Genesis, who's sighing dreamily and holding both hands over his heart]

"His girlfriend is a sweetie, that one. I haven't one bad thing to say about her."

[Angeal veers the camera back to himself. Sephiroth is seen in the background eating his chocolate. He looks very happy]

"Onto the answer," Angeal scratches his facial hair, "I'd say communication is key. I'd gently request a sit-down conversation and let them vent, help them draft up a healthier work schedule. I'd make them take a day off too, then spend that day taking care of them, cooking, watching movies, the works."

[He suddenly points the camera at Sephiroth, who's in the process of eating a pack of licorice]

"Sephiroth, you next."

[Sephiroth stills, blinking up at the camera with an expression that looks like this -> •_•]

[Genesis's hand snakes onto frame and steals a licorice from the pack]

"I would help them with their work, I suppose." Sephiroth shrugs. "I have little experience with relationships, unfortunately."

"Boring," Genesis's voice cuts in, followed by a "Hey!" from Angeal.

[The camera is torn from Angeal's hand with a flash of motion. The video blurs, then focuses on Genesis filming himself. He's striding ahead of the other two]

"There's nothing that sex can't fix."

[He winks, then swiftly ends the video]

#ffvii #ff7 #final fantasy 7 #sephiroth #angeal hewley #genesis rhapsodos #ffvii crisis core #zack fair #ffviir #soldier vlog #headcanons #storytime #shenanigans

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fullofgutsndopamine · 7 months ago

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or: hasan takes his kid sister trick or treating. it’s wholesome.

tw: cursing, you can take soft!hasan from my cold, dead hands. maybe some angst if you squint? it’s mentioned but not expanded upon (single! big brother hasan?)

part of fitps series masterlist eventually

“I know you’re not right now, but when the sun sets you’re gonna be freezing and i don’t wanna hear it, sunshine.”

your head pops up.

two figures slowly make their way down your driveway, obviously bickering between the two.

living in a small town, smack at the end of small block, you don’t see a lot of trick or treaters. to make up for it, you try and go out of your way to be know as that house, full size decorations and props, king sized candy bars, a speaker hidden in your front lawn and playing eerie sound effects

halloween snuck up on you this year.

work deadlines, family emergencies-it all piles up. you barely had time to collect candy on your way home, but still, you made it work.

two figures slowly walk up your winding driveway, one figure is taller, hunched over in an attempt to make himself smaller to the little girl who has her entire hand wrapped around his one finger, wears what must be a poorly but together knight costume: the sword tucked into his hip, his plastic and bent to hell, has the elbow guards and tunic on-

and next to him, the smaller figure, walks slowly and drags her feet, her hair in a messy braid (you wonder briefly if the man next to her did it in a hurry, half hanging out) wears a little princess costume, a dress she has to half hold up so she doesn’t trip over it, yellow and long and sparkly, a crooked crown on her head.

you bite the inside of your cheek to stop from smiling too big, because holy shit that’s cute-

suddenly, your costume feels wrong.

put together last second, white face paint on, a kids cape on, those white plastic teeth shoved in your mouth for fangs-suddenly it all feels very dumb.

you stand up a little straighter, opening your mouth to speak, wish them a happy halloween, but the taller figure speaks first.

“what do you say, sunshine?” the man asks, gently shaking her hand. she bites her lip, looks at him to you, opens the pillow case in her hands and mumbles to the ground-

“trick or treat.”

He beams from her side, plays with her hair gently, and you swear you can hear him say, gently, like it’s reserved for just the two of them, “Good job!”

a smile immediately forms on your face, and you crouch down and offer the bucket as she gasps and slowly goes through the choices.

he speaks first.

“slow night?” he teases.

“yeah uh-“ you play with the edge of the halloween bucket the candy is in, “it’s just me. not a lot of kids this year-or any year, but” you shrug, trying to downplay how disappointed you are.

his eyes are on you, watching you carefully, the girl at his hip pulls on his shirt, making him crouch down, offer his ear to her-

you bite your lip as he listens, his eyes on the sky, but a smirk on the corner of his lips, “yeah i know. Okay, I will-“

he stands, “Wanna come trick or treating with us?” he shrugs, trying to downplay it.

the smaller figure next to him speaks, “be our bodyguard! you could protect us from any dragons!”

He blushes but rolls his eyes, fond on the corner of his lips as he squeezes her hand, “That’s right, sunshine. keep us safe.”

You bite your lip, worried this is a sympathy ask, that you seem that pathetic- the girl next to him leaves, him yelling over his shoulder to stay close, instead admiring your small garden, and his voice stays low as he talks

“i’m not above beggin’,” he says gently, “I need another adult.”

the smile says it’s a joke, but you’ll take it.

“can’t handle kids?” you tease

“nah, i love my sister. she’s great i’m just fully caught up in the first grade drama and would kill for some actual conversation.”

his sister. it gnaws at you, how sweet that is that he showed up, even if he plays up the role of big brother who hates being with his younger sister-

“generous you think i’d offer anything to a conversation.”

he snorts, “As long as it’s not about playground drama, i’m sure it’s better.” he leans in, offers his hand to shake, “hasan, by the way.”

you lean in, offer your hand, an introduction.

“nice to meet you,” he says gently, “We live down the road-“ he turns around, eyes narrowed as he points at a smaller house, bricks and big trees in front of it.

you know of the house; the elderly neighbor passed, a smaller family moved in, you know through town it’s just him and his sister, trying his best, trying to make non existent ends meet-you always stop on your way home just because you though the lights that hang from the tree in the front yard is pretty- “we’re new here. it’d be nice to have someone, yknow?”

and he’s not looking at you, at the dirt, kicking at it gently,

“Yeah uh-“ you nod, trying to not act like you’re excited. “sure. here-“ and you hand off the bowl of candy as you drag around furniture on your porch, set up the bowl, knowing a “please take one” sign is useless, before setting it on a folding lawn chair.

“Okay,” you smile, face flushed, “uh-i’m ready.”

he smirks, “grab a coat. we’ll wait. you’re gonna die when the sun sets and she takes trick or treating very seriously.” he jams his thumb in the direction of his sister, who is kneeling in the dirt, slowly going through her pillowcase of treats.

“right uh-“

“You’re fine,” he laughs, “we’ll wait.”

another nod and you run up the porch, grateful you didn’t eat shit running up them like you have multiple times, ignoring the mirror in front of the coat closest because you know you look like a mess, grab a coat and appear at his side again.

“good?” he asks and you nod and he’s smiling, cupping his hands together to tell for his sister.

“sunshine’” her head pops up immediately, “c’mon, let’s go. we’ve got a long night.” she’s giggling and running to him, immediately to his side where he opens his hand and immediately laces fingers with her.

silence passes for a second, but it’s not awkward, as you listen to him interact with his sister.

“hey,” he takes a step closer to you, gently nudged you with his elbow and opens his hand, offering a twix, “i’m glad you came.” his voice low, like it’s a secret.

some anxiety melts off of you, and you laugh, accepting the treat. “yeah, yeah. me too.”

#caroline writes #hasanabi #hasanabi x reader #hasanabi x y/n #hasanabi x you #hasan #hasan piker x you #hasan piker fanfic #hasan x reader #hasan piker fanfiction #hasan piker fic #hasan piker imagine #hasan piker x reader #hasan piker

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thatmomwitchfriend · 2 years ago

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Hiiii <<<3 I just saw your slumber party post and thought of requesting something

Reader being a huge horror fan and wanting to do a Scream movie marathon (her favourite franchise) for date night but the guy being scared yet wanna look like they aren't.

"You've fought of *insert major threat* and you're scared of this?" (She asks but in a funny way, not at all demeaning)

"Ay! Serial killers are a lot more common than you think okay!"

Kinda the type of scene I had in mind and maybe the guy snuggling up to reader and her playing with his hair 👀👀

I couldn't choose between the moon knight system and Santiago García so was hoping you wouldn't mind writing this 💖

Sorry if this request is kinda long this is literally my first time requesting anything and overthinking got me here 😅😅🥲

I love this, having just done a good solid Scream marathon myself. I'm gonna go ahead and pick Santiago, here. I can't help myself 🤤

Also, please don't worry about long requests, I LOVE detail like this babe 🥰

I feel like once he's comfy, he's the type to enjoy a good snuggle with hair plays. Just seems like the kind of guy that fronts big and tough for his buddies and then is all sweet and romantic at home.

Also, he is ABSOLUTELY the type to be more scared of something based on an actual true crime case than a paranormal flic and I love that you chose him as one of your options for this franchise!

By the time you got home from work, the streetlights were already on and the house was lit up from the inside. You and Santiago had talked about a movie marathon, since you didn't have to work tomorrow. Neither of you were really sure what franchise to pop on, but you had convinced him that it was horror.

Little to your knowledge, Santiago was perfectly fine with horror. Under certain circumstances. The man was utterly skeeved out by true crime. People in the real world were the scariest thing to him. He was fine with creatures and the paranormal, though; fuck, he hoped you wanted to watch some spooky bruja shit. He busied himself in the kitchen, prepping a drink bar, baskets of chips, bowls of candy, the air pop machine, and even a coffee and cocoa bar. The living room was set up for an overnight with all the blankets and pillows making the room look like a conversation pit. He had drawn the curtains and put up softly glowing fairy lights that cast a spooky glow from behind the tv and curtains. Candles were lit and smelled like your favorite time of year. This man was a keeper.

"Babe, I'm home!" you called into the house, making your way down the hall towards the kitchen. There, you leaned against the door frame, smiling as you watched this ex special-ops agent prep snacks for a movie night at home. Santiago was the equivalent of taking a military dog and taking him home after his tour of duty. This man was domesticated, and he liked it (thought he would never admit it). "Hey, Mami, how was work?" You shrugged, snagging a chip from the first bowl he walked away from.

"Well, Sarah was -" you droned on, spilling all the shit from your day. He was listening, nodding and inserting little sounds of approval or disgust when the moment called for it. "Did you decide what you want to watch?" he asked. A devious smile spread across your face, and he did NOT like it. A chill went ups his spine as he followed you into the living room and over to the DVD rack. You ran your finger down the spines of all your favorite movies, you only collected DVD copies of your top favorites, and stopped at Scream. His nose scrunched and he groaned softly behind you, and not because of your leggings you presumed.

"What's wrong with Scream?" you asked, straightening up and reaching to get it set in the player. "You know it's an actual murder case from not all that long ago, right?" he asked, a single eyebrow arching in slight disdain. "Oh, come on. You mean to tell me that the man who brought down Gabriel Martin Lorea with three shots just for 'insurance' is scared of a movie based on a true crime event?" you scoffed, putting air quotes around his favorite excuse for shooting more than once.

His eyes rolled, "Si, Mami, but real people are still out there doing that shit." he sighed, sitting into the comfortable nest he had built for the two of you. You followed, putting the remote on the side table and settling in. "But there are people whose jobs it is to make sure they're not like they used to be." you tried to reason, patting your empty lap. He pursed his lips, laying his head over into your lap. He would watch your movies with you, but he wasn't about to admit that he was actually scared. "people still kill people." he grumbled. In return you shushed him softly, fingers twisting through his hair as the opening credits started on the screen.

As the movies played on, and the night continued around you both in your beautiful little home, safe and sound, he was still right. Serial killers were still a lot more common than people thought.

#scream #scream marathon #scary movie #scary movie night #scary movies #horror #horror films #horror film #movie marathon #movie date #Santiago Garcia #Santiago “pope” Garcia #triple frontier

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casspurrjoybell-26 · 7 months ago

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💖Sweet Revenge💖 - Chapter 10

*Warning Adult Content*

Blake Welling

Downtown Ashville is no metropolis but even so, it's hard to find parking and Aaron ends up in a spot some distance from the restaurant.

I've put more strain on my leg than I should over the last few days but he already seems on the edge of a bad mood and I don't want to risk pushing him over it by complaining.

'Peppino's Pizzeria' is a small, cozy place with lots of dark wood, dim lighting and an enormous wood-fired pizza oven.

The place is almost full, so we sit at the bar.

Not exactly the image I had in mind when I envisioned bringing him out to dinner but I'll take what I can get.

"What do you like on your pizza?" he asks.

Ever since we got in his car, there's been a weird, blank look in his eyes.

I can't tell if he's just tired or if it's something else but I wish I could make him laugh or smile.

In fact, any expression would be better than that cold, emotionless stare.

"When it comes to pizza, I'm pretty basic. Pepperoni's my favorite but I'll eat just about anything except the extra-veggie kind. I mean, if I wanted a salad, I'd eat a salad."

It's a sad attempt at humor, made even sadder when his expression doesn't change at all.

"We'll get pepperoni then," he says.

The pizza's amazing.

The conversation . . . not so much.

I try to draw Aaron out and get him to talk about himself or his work or his family or anything but I end up holding the silence off on my own.

By the time we walk back to his car, even my most optimistic inner voice is giving this date a failing grade.

We're about halfway there when I can no longer hide the fact that my leg hurts and I start to limp.

Aaron notices after a few steps and stops.

"Are you okay?" he asks.

"You're limping."

I wave him off.

"I just overdid it hanging bikes and moving boxes and stuff. It's no big deal."

He doesn't say anything more but he walks extra slow the rest of the way.

We drive back in silence.

My mood has been steadily slipping towards the edge of darkness all night and I'm almost out of the energy it takes to keep it light.

Aaron parks on my side of the street, close to my shop and we get out.

"Well," I sigh.

"I enjoyed the pizza."

I'm not sure what else to say.

'I wish you didn't hate me. I wish I'd never hurt you. I wish you'd let me kiss you.'

"Goodnight," I say and give him a smile that I know doesn't reach my eyes.

I turn and take a few steps and then he stops me.

"Blake, wait..."

I stop and turn back.

Aaron's expression is finally something other than blank, though it's not much better.

He looks vulnerable and a little scared and a little defeated.

"I haven't been fair to you tonight," he says.

"I started out determined to have a bad time and to make sure you had a bad one too. You don't deserve that."

Yeah, I do and I should probably have said as much but instead, I see my chance and seize it.

"Hey . . . you wanna watch a movie? You can choose."

I know I sound pathetically hopeful.

"No," one word and my hope is crushed.

The corner of his mouth twitches and then... finally... he smiles.

"No," he says again.

"I picked the restaurant. You can pick the movie."

~♡~

My apartment's not big but I have a normal-sized sofa and an adequately large TV.

I get us a couple of beers and we sit with one space between us as I set up the show.

"What genres do you like?" I ask.

"Romance and horror," he answers promptly and I laugh.

"What?"

"Uh, nothing."

Actually, I'd thought he was joking.

"How about Chocolat, then? It's kind of a sappy chick-flick but it's got candy in it. Eye-candy, too, if you like Johnny Depp."

He shrugs.

"Anything's fine."

I start the movie and it seems I've chosen wisely.

Somehow, Aaron's never seen it before and he gives a running commentary on the chocolate and the scenery, the music and the actors.

Usually, it would annoy me to have someone talk that much during a film but it's more than I've heard him say yet and somehow everything out of his mouth is sweet and funny.

About halfway through he starts to get quieter and I can tell he's tired.

I take a risk and put my arm around him, pulling him against me.

"Here... you can stretch out like this. I know you're tired."

For a second it seems like he's not having it but then he relaxes and leans against me, pulling his legs up on the sofa and lying on his side.

I hope he can't feel how hard and fast my heart is beating because it's sort of pathetic how thrilled I am just to have him this close.

The movie rapidly loses my attention.

His black hair is fine and soft and he smells like sugar and cocoa and underneath that is his own subtle male scent.

I don't know if it's pheromones or just soap and clean skin but it's driving me crazy.

His long lashes cast fan-like shadows on the smooth curves of his cheekbones and the soft swell of his lips draw my eyes like a magnet.

Then his eyes flick upwards and he sees me watching him.

"What?" he asks, dark brows raised.

His eyes shine like blue topaz in the light from the TV.

"Aaron . . . can I kiss you?"

"I don't know," he says, looking down so his eyes are veiled.

He looks back up and a little smile curves his lips.

"Can you?"

My breath catches on the hope that's suddenly stuck in my throat.

"May I?"

He reaches up and loops an arm around my neck, pulling me down.

His mouth seems to melt like butter against mine... soft lips and a warm, wet tongue.

I explore him gently.

At first, he's passive, letting me have the pleasure of discovery but then I feel his tongue slide past my lips and he turns the tables.

Raising himself, he twists to straddle me, so his head is slightly above mine and angled down and we're pressed together chest to groin.

As he kisses me I slide my hands beneath the hem of his shirt and over his body.

He's slim and smaller than me but not soft.

I feel taut muscle beneath his smooth skin and I can tell it's the strength of deliberate training.

He pulls back and a strand of saliva connects our mouths.

I wipe it from his lips with my thumb and look up at him with breathless adoration.

He smiles and it's beautiful.

"I love your smile," I say.

"I wish I saw it more often."

And just like that, I fuck things up.

His smile... rare, beautiful thing... flickers and dies and I see the blankness creeping in at the corners of his eyes.

"Aaron," I say, brushing the back of my hand against his cheek.

"Baby, don't do that. Don't keep it all inside, okay? If you ever want to talk . . . I'll listen."

Abruptly he pushes himself off me and gets up.

"You don't know me, Blake," he says, his voice isn't angry or cold.

It's just . . . tired.

"You don't know anything about me and I'm not your baby. I'm sorry. I can't do this. Thanks for the movie. Goodnight."

He's gone before I can gather the thoughts he scattered with the touch of his lips and stop him.

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swampstew · 2 years ago

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тυяη вα¢к тιмє - ¢нαρтєя 2

Welcome to Raven's Reading Nook - a small corner of this blog dedicated to cozy story times. Join us by the firepit and sink into a beanbag as we begin tonight's story. There's a table full of snacks and drinks at your disposal. If you'd like to read independently, you can find a link to the full chapter at the end of the post.

“Where’d she run off to?” Kid scowled, leaning over the bar to pour himself a beer from the tap instead of the shit rum he’d been given. Andrea had been gone for a few minutes and he was back to being bored.

“Smoke break probably,” Candy replied but she was clearly very into the conversation she and Killer were engaging in. Kid’s scowl deepened and he drank, turning around to watch his crew and look at the bar. He admired the well-drawn and painted sea kings and krakens that decorated the walls, hell the entire bar was kind of endearing in a weird way. He smirked at the thought of the woman outfitting the bar in an attempt to draw his attention to her – even if it was to indulge her little brother. After several minutes, he demanded to know where a bathroom was and Candy jerked a thumb towards the double doors as she and Killer were still talking.

Kid walked through the door and found himself in a puzzling hallway. To the right was a staircase leading up to which he assumed was their house, and there were two doors to the left of him and one in the back. He opened the first door on the left and was relieved it was a bathroom and he stepped inside. When he came out, curiosity took the better of him and he went through the second door - he was a little disappointed to find it was just a storeroom of beer and liquor. On second thought, it wasn’t so bad as he spied and stole a bottle of the better rum and he uncorked it, taking several greedy gulps. Before he headed back to the bar, he smelled something familiar wafting from the last door. He turned around and walked through it and was literally blinded by the light as he crossed the threshold.

His eyes adjusted and he was intrigued by what he saw. It was a shop filled with gadgets, tools, metals and projects under covers. Kid looked around and spied Andrea coming out from under one of the larger covered masses, a joint in between her lips and a wrench in her hand. She looked surprised to see him. “Get lost looking for the bathroom?”

Kid’s scowl returned, “found it just fine. What the hell is all this?”

“This is Alejandro’s shop - he’s a mechanic.”

“Then why are you in here?”

“Making sure he took care of my order.” She took a large drag of her joint, then gave him a grin. “Wanna see what I got underneath?”

Kid’s mouth went dry before he realized she meant the covering. He took a swig and nodded; the tips of his ears were slightly pink. She giggled and ran to the back of the object and threw the sheet off - her hands were outstretched at the large four-wheeled mass, “this is my baby.”

“What is that??” He walked over to the mass; his hands traced the sleek metal that adorned the entire frame.

“It’s called a race car. We have a racetrack deep in the city used for tournaments. Alejandro was commissioned to build all the cars and this one is mine. They won’t let me enter the actual races though, but I get to use the track whenever I want to take her out for a spin.” Kid circled around the car touching every bit of it with his hands as he explored the structure. Andrea walked to the driver’s side and jumped in through the window and sat inside, leaning back in the seat. “Sometimes I wish I could just drive far and fast away and see where I end up. But then I remember I’m on an island surrounded by water.” Kid ducked his head inside her window and looked around the interior. “If you can fit, go through the other window like I did,” Andrea smiled at him. He practically ran to the passenger side and jumped in, his coat was caught in the window and he shrugged it off and sat inside. Once inside his hands began to roam again as he explored. Andrea watched his fascination with amusement as she took another drag of her joint. “Like what you see?”

“Aye, show me how this works.”

“I can’t, the engine isn’t inside so it won’t turn on. That’s getting put in tomorrow. Perfect timing for my day off. I’ll be taking this for a drive tomorrow. Do you want to come with me when I go?” She eyed him curiously and he took some swigs of rum before nodding sharply. “Cool, meet me tomorrow in the downtown market – the place you found me at today – at around 1 and I’ll take you.”

Kid nodded at her again and leaned back against the seat, adjusting himself to the weird contraption she called a race car. He put his hand behind his head and closed his eyes, “kind of comfy, could sleep in here.”

Andrea laughed and he glared at her, “trust me, from experience it is not a comfortable place to sleep or do anything in except drive. It’s too…cramped in here.”

“Not anything?”

“We’ll maybe some things,” she said flippantly with a sly grin. Kid straightened up in his seat and turned his head to face her, his amber eyes gleamed mischievously. Andrea leaned closer to him and stared into his eyes. Before he could make a move, he paused at what she said. “You have really intense eyes, it’s like looking at molten gold.”

His face split into a wide grin as his ego powered up, he crashed his lips against hers. She made a surprised noise but then leaned into it, closing her eyes and pressing her lips hard against his. Kid nipped her bottom lip and when she opened her mouth in a gasp, his tongue slid inside and explored her mouth. She sucked on his wet muscle, letting out a breathless sigh. Their tongues ran against each other in a battle of dominance that he ultimately won as she let him take control. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her head back, sucking on her neck before she pulled away. Her face was flushed red; he kept his grip in her hair, eying the pink haired woman hungrily.

“I think my smoke break is over,” she panted lightly.

Kid tightened his hold on her, “what will they do, fire you?” She giggled at that and he grinned at her before latching back on her neck, licking and biting the same spot on her neck until he left a purple mark on her.

He pulled back to admire his work with a salacious grin.

“You like marking your territory huh?” Andrea eyed him.

“Aye, got a problem with that?”

“Don’t think you’d let me have a problem with it.”

“You’re catching on,” he kissed her again before pulling back completely to drink from his bottle. Andrea took the opportunity to pull herself from the car and smooth her romper. “Ok out of my car!”

Kid eagerly hopped out and pulled his coat on. “Let’s get out of here,” and she gestured for him to follow her. Kid was expecting her to take him somewhere private and was displeased when she took him back to the bar. He sat back down next to Killer who was uncharacteristically STILL engaging in conversation with Candy. The Kid Pirates had crowded the bar in attempts to get their drinks refilled but Candy was otherwise preoccupied; Andrea immediately began fulfilling their orders and Kid drank from his bottle watching the pinkette work her thick ass off.

Andrea gave out a round of house shots for the inconvenience and soon more patrons were coming inside looking for a free shot - they all received a free glare from Kid any time some cheap bastard tried to ask for one. Kid pulled his lips from his bottle with a pop and left for the bathroom, telling Killer to keep watch on the bar tenders.

The Captain looked at his reflection in the mirror - why did he care about meeting this chick tomorrow for some dumb car? Something he’s never seen before and was admittedly really fucking cool to see, and damn he really wanted to know what driving and racing is. Plus, Andrea had a pretty nice body….and she had soft lips….and she wasn’t afraid of him like most people are, as they should be. He was, curious. He took his goggles off and ran his hand through his hair a few times before placing them back on. He stepped out of the bathroom and nearly knocked over a small red-haired child, the younger brother. Kid scowled at him and the child shrank back - the Supernova saw him holding some papers.

“Whaddya want?” He snarled.

The boy was trembling, but he stood straight and held out bounty posters. “Can you sign this?”

Kid took the bounty poster, his face looked back at him with his bounty of 315,000,000 belli. Ok this he could do; it wasn’t entertaining a childish wish to join his crew. He yanked the paper and marker from Sebastián and scrawled out his name. He’d never given an autograph before, and Kid shoved it back to the boy’s arms ignoring the beaming face. He stepped around Sebastián, but before he could go through the door the child called out.

“Wait!” Fuck. “Can I have some of your crews autographs too? I have all their bounty posters too!” Kid sighed and barked out an affirmative and walked out, Sebastián running behind him.

“OI PIRATES!” His crew all looked at him and he thumbed down at the mini redhead. “The boy wants your autographs. Give it to him and then get back to drinking,” he ordered and he took his seat. The Kid Pirates drunkenly and enthusiastically signed their posters while Candy and Andrea watched the boy with hawk eyes, barely paying attention to the other bar patrons. When Killer signed his poster, Andrea ducked under the bar, picked her younger brother up and carried him out of the bar with an annoyed look on her face. Sebastián looked very pleased with himself as he rifled through his papers and Kid couldn’t help but snicker as he stole Killer’s untouched drink.

Andrea and Alejandro came down together and processed orders with Candy, finally finished serving the overabundance of patrons on the bar. Once things had settled, Andrea sat at a table with Kid as she took another small break from the crowd rush. “How long will you be on the island for?”

“Dunno, a week maybe. The sooner we leave, the better for us.”

“That makes sense. Why did you choose the West Peninsula to dock at?”

“Was on the way. We need to restock on supplies and since we have a few days to kill, we’ll be exploring around. See if we can find anything worth our time.”

“Gotcha. Well because this island is a bit industrialized, there’s a ton of junkyards and places that have metal. If you’re into bars, there’s some others around here too that you could also try. Besides the racetrack, there is the downtown market which you’ve already been through, and then northeast of here is the nightlife district – a fun place to let loose. Try to avoid the west side of the island, that’s where the island officials all live and there is a small Marine outpost there.”

Kid drank from a tall glass of ale as he listened to Andrea speak, sneaking glances to the lightly bruised patch he made on her neck. His forehead twitched, he could see that he had not made the bruise hard enough and it was already fading from purple to red. Must revisit the spot soon. “Good to know. We’ll be laying low anyways while we strategize our next move. You know, normally we have this tradition of pillaging towns when we leave. I like the hospitality you’ve shown me and my crew; maybe when we leave, we’ll just take out the outpost and call it a day.”

Andrea’s eye twitched. Uhh shit is he serious? “That would be incredibly generous of you.”

“Yeah it would be, wouldn’t it?” he smirked at her.

“Well if that’s the case, I hope you have a stress-free stay on the island that I live on. With my family and friends.”

He placed the glass between them and leaned his head down on the table with his right hand. “I bet my stay would be very stress free, especially if you’re around,” he cocked an eyebrow.

Andrea leaned her head on both her hands as she too leaned on the table, “hmm I don’t know. Most people tend to find me annoying after three days of my nonsense. And I heard a rumor that you’re not a patient man.”

Kid scoffed, “don’t ever listen to rumors, doll. That one is true though.”

She covered her mouth and stifled a laugh. Clearing her throat, “Nevertheless, I work here and help take care of my siblings most days. If you want to see me, you’ll have to swing by here. And we don’t open earlier than 6 most days.”

“Unless you have customers,” he finished his glass and pushed it towards her. “Another.”

She looked at him for a minute and pressed her lips into a thin smile. Andrea refilled his drink and she also brought them back some shots. “This is tequila. It’s a bit different but it’s fun. You gotta lick some salt first, take the shot, slam your glass upside down and bite down on a lime. If you can handle it like I do, I’ll consider offloading some babysitting duties here and there to better accommodate your stay.”

The Supernova took a sniff of the drink and grimaced, but he was not one to ever back down from a challenge, especially a drinking challenge. He looked at her and gave her a wide grin, “yer on, doll.” She returned his grin and together they followed her instruction on taking the tequila shot. As the colorless liquid went down his throat, Kid clapped the table with the glass; a sour expression on his face. He opened an eye to look for the lime wedge and with a swift bite, the acid bite of juice flowed in his mouth, softening the burning aftertaste the liquor left in his mouth – and to his surprise it balanced the flavor of the drink as the flavors lingered on his tongue. He opened his other eye and realized she was waiting on his reaction. “That was…not bad. I’d do another.”

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heich0e · 2 years ago

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wake up call suna rintarou/f!reader (haikyuu!) word count: 2k tags: sfw but suggestive, classic morning after meltdown, walk of shame (bedroom to kitchen edition), pining, fwb to lovers, idiots to lovers, instagram story repliers to lovers, bestfriend!terushima, implied teruyams. a/n: i heard suna rintarou has a 8 pack... i heard he’s shredded

I fucked up, I fucked up, I fucked up—

“I fucked up.”

“Good morning to you too,” Yuuji chirps from the other line as you answer his call. His bright tone is a stark contrast to your own hoarse, panicked whisper—having frantically fished your ringing cellphone from the bottom of your tangled bedsheets when it woke you. “What did you do this time?”

"I..."

You hear the unmistakable sound of your shower running down the hall of your one bedroom apartment, sucking in a breath.

"... am going to be late for brunch.”

“Ohhh.” Your best friend’s tone of voice turns salacious. If there's one thing you can count on, it's that Terushima Yuuji is nothing if not insatiably gossip hungry. “Who did you do this time?"

"Yuuji..." you trail off, weary and miserable.

"I should have known what you were up to when you disappeared from the bar last night without saying goodbye.”

“Yuuji,” you repeat yourself, though this time it's a harsher snap that's punctuated by a painful throb buried deep between your temples. “I’m serious, this is bad.”

“Oh no,” he says with a dramatic gasp, quickly realizing just what—and who—you’ve done.

You let out a dismal, pathetic little groan.

“You said it was never gonna happen again! Swore up and down that you’d rather be struck dead than ever—“

“Shut up,” you hiss, another pang of your aching hangover blooming behind your eyes. “This is all your fault!”

“My fault? You’re the one who was all ‘Yuu I’m getting transferred to Nagano wah wah wahhh I’m not going to know anybody wah wah Oh, doesn’t your super cute boyfriend’s friend study in Nagano? Can’t you put me in contact with him? i just wanna know one person wahhhhh.’”

“That was insulting,” you sniff following his offensive impersonation of the conversation the two of you had shared ten months prior before you'd moved across the country for your promotion. You push your messy, matted hair back from your face.

“That was spot on and you know it.” He snickers. “Anyway, blaming me for any part of the mess you’ve gotten yourself into here is laughable.”

“If you’d never introduced me to Tsukki I never would have met—“

The shower down the hall turns off, and your head snaps towards your bedroom door—left slightly ajar by the last person to exit it.

“I have to go,” you whisper in a panic, and hang up before you can hear Yuuji’s (surely snarky) reply.

You stumble on your own two feet as you scramble out of bed, grabbing an old oversized t-shirt to pull on from your floor next to your hamper. You hadn’t even cleaned up your apartment last night, you realize in horror, rushing out to your living room.

There are dishes in your sink, a half-empty and uncapped bottle of green tea on your counter that you never finished, a pair of shoes in the middle of your floor, and a pile of work papers on the corner of your coffee table with an empty candy wrapper on top that you'd forgotten to throw away. Your eyes flicker to your closed bathroom door and wonder what humiliating mess you might have left in there.

Your cellphone, clutched tightly in your hand, buzzes with a text.

Tadashi and I’s train home to Sendai leaves at 2, and if I don’t see you before then I will assume you have died of mortification or had your back broken.

Either way RIP.

‘Fuck you’ you text back, sneering at the way he's taking pleasure in your misery.

Your bathroom door opens.

“Hey,” a familiar figure steps out, and a wispy cloud of steam follows. You feel the humid heat kiss your cheeks as he towels the ends of his hair.

There's another wrapped around his waist, but the man before you is otherwise glistening and bare.

“Hi.” You stand like a proverbial deer in the headlights, averting your eyes demurely.

The phone in your hand buzzes again, and your gaze flickers towards it.

I wouldn’t say no to Suna Rintarou’s sloppy seconds 👅

You toss your phone gracelessly behind you onto your couch.

Suna quirks a dark brow as the device lands with an audible little thump among the cushions, but otherwise passes no comment.

Everything on your body aches.

“Sleep well?” he asks you, ruffling the hair beside his right ear with the end of your favourite lilac bathtowel.

No.

“Yeah, you?”

“Mhmm.” He lets the towel rest looped around the back of his neck. He juts a thumb over his shoulder towards the door he'd just exited. “I was gonna wake you to ask but I figured I'd just shower first. Hope you don’t mind.”

“Yeah, no, of course,” you wave your hand dismissively, trying to keep your voice as even and unbothered as possible though you have reason to suspect you might be failing.

It's painfully, hideously quiet in the moments that follow.

“So," Suna says, his uncannily vulpine eyes watching your every move carefully, "wanna grab breakfast?”

“I have plans actually." Your answer comes too quickly and too emphatically even though it’s true. You shuffle into your kitchen just as an excuse to put some distance between the two of you.

He follows.

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah,” you reply through the sticky tightness of your throat. “I can make you a coffee though?”

You feel gross. Your skin feels tacky and icky and you desperately need a shower. You're also fairly confident that you didn’t even have the presence of mind (or remaining stamina) to take any of your makeup off last night, and can only imagine what you must look like right now as a result.

Your cheeks flush hot at the realization, and you spin on your heel to face your kitchen cupboards to--if nothing else--spare you another mortifying moment of being too closely perceived.

“Hey, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing!” you insist, pulling open the cabinet door in front of you and reaching towards the middle shelf to grab your bag of coffee grinds.

“You can hardly bear to look at me." You can tell as he speaks that Suna's getting closer, and panic mounts in your aching chest. You fiddle with the foiled edge of the plastic coffee bag nervously.

“You’re half naked,” you squeak out like it should be obvious.

A large hand appears in your peripheral vision, resting on the cupboard door next to your head and slowly easing it closed.

"I was fully naked last night, and you didn’t seem to have a problem with it then.”

“Suna, I-“ you falter when you turn around and realize just how close he is.

He's right in front of you. So close that you can feel the residual heat from the shower radiating off his exposed skin, so close you can see the droplets of water that still cling to him. His hand still rests flat against the cupboard beside your head, and the other on the counter next to your hip.

“You call me Rin when you’re drinking, you call me Rin when we’re fucking,”--you realize belatedly he has you practically pinned against the counter with his body--“why can’t you ever call me Rin in the morning?”

Your pulse pounds in the back of your throat, and for a terrible, horrifying moment you think you might be sick. In your panic, you duck under his arm and skitter away.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you mumble, heat climbing up your cheeks as you flee to the other side of your tiny kitchen--not that it does much good.

Suna turns and surveys you skeptically as you wring your clammy hands. “Is that so?”

You nod, entirely unconvincingly.

“I don’t think you’re telling me the truth.”

“What reason would I possibly have to lie to you?” you toss back, equally accusatory in tone, but it's clear to both of you that you're floundering.

“Great question," Suna crosses his arms over his stupidly toned chest, "I’d like to know the answer too.”

All you can focus on is how his posture makes both his chest and his biceps look unbelievably good.

“I’m too hungover for this,” you groan, cradling your head in your hands.

“Do you need medicine?” Suna softens in the face of your apparent agony, taking a little step towards you.

“No, no!"--you throw your arm out to keep him at a distance, waving him away dismissively--"And don’t do that.”

“Do what?” he asks, head tilting to the side in confusion.

"Y'know..." Your mouth opens and then closes again as you try to string together any coherent sequence of words. "Be all… nice to me.”

“Don’t be nice?" Suna's already monotonous voice is impossibly flat as he interrogates you. "Why not?”

“Because you’re you!” you finally snap, exasperated and flustered and wishing more than anything that you could just crawl back into your bed and pretend none of this ever happened.

“Uh, as opposed to…?”

“You know what I mean!” You huff frustratedly.

He looks at you like he really, really doesn't.

“You’re charming and hot and a professional fucking athlete with an eight pack,”--you gesture accusatorially to his naked torso for dramatic effect--“and yeah you’re a little weird, but honestly it’s kind of infuriatingly cute.”

Suna glances down and quietly counts his own abs, seeming genuinely surprised when he finds that you’re not wrong.

“I thought I only had 6,” he says, mildly impressed, as he looks up. “I think you’re cute too, by the way.”

You resist the urge to scream, settling instead for crouching with your head held in your hands.

It's quiet again, and you squeeze your eyes shut against the painful pulse you can feel pounding behind them.

Your voice is softer, more defeated, when you finally do speak.

“You’re you, and I’m me, and we’re us. And us just… doesn’t do nice.”

You hear Suna shuffle towards you, his bare feet appearing in front of your downturned gaze as he crouches in front of you and mirrors your stance.

“Hey, don’t I get a say in any of this?” he asks, surprisingly gentle.

“You can’t really will two of your abdominal muscles away,” you mumble.

“I’m not talking about my abs,” he says, but he can’t help but laugh a little. “Didn’t it ever occur to you that there’s a reason I keep coming over here? That there’s a reason we keep hooking up?”

You blink, pursing your lips. You still refuse to meet his gaze though you can feel it on the features of your face.

“I’m annoying? And surprisingly hard to shake when I’m drunk and propositioning you?”

“Yeah,” he replies simply, “and I also happen to like you.”

You suck in a sharp, wounded breath. “It’s… different for me, Rin. I-I’m worried that I like you more than I should. And I don’t know when it happened, or what to do about it.”

“There you go making decisions all on your own again.”—Suna clicks his tongue admonishingly—“I reply to every single one of your Instagram stories.”

He makes the announcement as if it should clear everything up, though it unsurprisingly does not.

You blink, peeking up at him from under your lashes.

“You’re just always on your phone.”

“Yeah, that’s true,” he admits, running a hand through his wet hair and pushing it back from his face. He draws in a little breath and holds it for a moment, like he’s steeling his nerve. “Do you have any idea how often I bug Tsukki for updates on you? How you are, where you’ve been, if you mentioned me? It’s kind of pathetic. I’m pretty sure he’s muted my text notifications.”

You don’t understand.

“Why?”

He laughs, though the sound is relatively mirthless.

“Because I like you. I already said that.”

“You like fucking me,” you argue, hiding your face in your hands.

“No,” he’s exasperated now, and you realize that this might be the most you’ve ever actually spoken to Suna about anything that isn’t, well, directly related to being penetrated by him. “I mean, yeah, obviously. But I also think you’re funny, and have good taste in music, and find it really fucking cute when you text me at two o’clock in the morning trying to start a fight with me just because you want me to come over.”

Terushima did once accuse you of using instigation as foreplay.

“I was keeping things casual because I thought it was what you wanted, not because I thought it was all you deserved.” He ducks closer to you, and gently pries your hands off of your face so you have no choice but to look at him. “I’m gonna say this once to make it perfectly clear: I like you just as much as you like me. Hell, maybe more. You’re free to do with that information what you will, but I just… need you to know.”

He stares at you, hands loosely circling your wrists as he holds them away from your burning face, and you have absolutely no choice but to stare back.

“Okay?” he asks.

“Okay,” you agree.

You’re both breathing heavily, your heartbeat racing in your chest.

Suna looks suddenly quite guilty, his narrow eyes flickering away.

“I really wanna fuck you right now,” he admits breathily.

“I really need to shower,” you say, but you sound almost remorseful. “And I wasn’t lying about having brunch plans.”

“I could come with you,” he offers, his grip sliding up from your wrists to cradle your hands with his own, his fingertips trailing over your knuckles.

“My shower is pretty small…”

“I meant to brunch,”—he threads his fingers through your own and squeezes, accompanying the gesture with a breathy little laugh—“but thanks for thinking of me.”

“Oh,” you mumble, too fixated on how much bigger his hands are compared to yours to offer much else.

Suna groans suddenly, dropping his forehead to your collar.

“You look good in my shirt,” he says, but in spite of the compliment it almost sounds like a complaint. “it’s kind of driving me crazy.”

You thought that you’d pulled on your own oversized t-shirt, but in your hungover, barely-conscious panic you had in fact put on his.

Suna smells like your shampoo when he nuzzles against your throat, and he’s still deliciously warm from his shower as he slumps into you on your kitchen floor. The early morning sunshine streams through the windows behind him in your living room, and your eyes flicker to the bag of coffee you’d abandoned on your counter.

Your fingers gently brush against Suna’s nape, running through the damp tendrils of hair that curl against his neck.

“I… really do need to shower,” you say, though it takes a lot more of your willpower than you’re willing to admit. “But… there will be other brunches.”

Suna pulls back to look at you.

“Yeah?” he asks, a smile playing at his lips that crinkles the corners of his eyes. He’s so close that you can see the single dimple on one side of his mouth, and the faint freckles smattered around the highest points of his cheeks.

“Yeah,” you agree, soft and affectionate.

“Okay,” he says.

“Okay,” you echo.

#suna rintarou x you #suna rintarou x reader #suna x you #suna x reader #suna #suna rintarou #hq drabble #hq writing #hq fic #writing

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ihavenolife346 · 2 years ago

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Pinball Y/N

Slightly younger Vance Hopper x GN!reader (platonic)

Summary: Vance was the new kid in town, You could just tell by the way he looked, he was a tough kid. Y/N was someone nobody dared to fuck with, especially when it came to Pinball. It was their game. People warned Vance about you, telling him that he’ll get his ass beat if he fucked with you. He listened, well tried to at least. He got shoved by a kid, landed right on your game, yet you were surprisingly nice to him.

Warning: Does Contain swearing and a bit of violence

Side note: This is shorter than others

Just like every Sunday, well more like everyday, Y/N was in their usual spot, playing their one true love, Pinball. Everyday during the week, at exactly 4:00, Y/N was always in the exact same spot trying to beat their high score. It’s what Y/N loved to do. By now everyone in the entire town knew not to fuck with Y/N, especially when it came to their game. Nobody dared to ask if they could have a go, not unless they had a death wish. Y/N had anger issues, their way of having control over them was with Pinball, in other words when someone screwed then up, that anger got taken out on them. After the last incident that got around town, nothing ever happened again.

“Holy shit Y/N. Your going to beat your high score.” Y/N’s friend, James cheered from next to them. “Of course I am you dumb shit. I told you I would.” Y/N mumbled, not daring to take their eyes off the game. “Ding, ding, ding.” The sound of the bell at the front rang, revealing a blond haired boy standing near the cashier with money in hand. Once again Y/N didn’t dare to take their eyes off the game, occasionally listening to the whispers from other in the corner store about the kid hardly anyone has seen before.

“Come on, come on, come on.” Y/N mumbled to themselves, watching the ball drop closer to the end slot, not wanting to be this close to a new high score and lose it. “That’ll be $5.67.” The lady at the front told the same blond boy, the same one who had been eyeing the game ever since he entered the store. “Here you are.” The boy spoke for the first time, handing the lady the money. “Have a nice day.” The lady gave a sweet smile, watching the boy grab his soda and candy bar, walking closer to the machine then out the door. “Wow buddy. What do you think your doing?” A boy who had been watching Y/N play stopped the blond. “Going to play the game?” The blond had a clearly confused look on his face.

By now Y/N had been to lost in trying to get a new high score that they weren’t even listening to the conversation. “I wouldn’t to that if I were you. Unless you wanna get your ass kicked.” The boy holding the blond back chuckled. “What’s that supposed to mean?” The blond sighed. “You don’t know who they are?” The boy pointed to Y/N. “Nope.” The blond shook his head. “You must be new. That’s Y/N, Y/L/N. More commonly known as Pinball Y/N. Trust me when I say you don’t want to fuck with them.” The boy explained. “Ok, well I’m going to play the game. So fuck off.” The blond mumbled, slightly shoving the boy.

“Don’t.” The boy sighed, trying to push the boy back, accidentally pushing him a little to hard, sending him in the wrong direction. “You… son… of… a… bitch.” Y/N stared in disbelief, feeling a body collide with theirs, making them lose control of the ball, watching it fall all the way back to the bottom. “You asshole!” Y/N slammed their hands against the game, turning around, only to find a clearly scared boy on the floor in front of her. “Y-Y/N… I swear, it was an accident.” The boy that pushed the blond began pleading. “You, stay here. And you…” Y/N told the blond, turning their attention to the boy who shoved the blond. “You fucking dumbass.” Y/N grew angrier, practically charging at the boy, immediately taking him to the ground.

“Y-Y/N. Please, it won’t happen again.” The boy now under Y/N stuttered, trying to push them off of him. “Well if it won’t happen again, here’s this to remember.” Y/N grinned, punching the boy right in the fast as hard as they could. “Remember.” Y/N threw another punch at the helpless boy. “Don’t.” Y/N threw another, starting to draw blood. “Fuck.” Y/N punched him again. “With.” Y/N threw yet another, earning a bunch of gasps from the now forming crowd. “Me.” Y/N threw one final punch, easily giving the kid a black eye, a nose bleed, and a few more scratches.

“Oh for fuck sake.” Y/N mumbled, noticing the woman behind the counter get off the phone, probably to have just called the cops. “You. New kid, come on.” Y/N completely changed their mood, offering a hand to the blond. “T-thanks.” The blond mumbled, completely confused as to what just happened. “I gotta run.” Y/N sighed, turning to the door, starting to walk out, glaring at half the people still watching them. Without even thinking the blond boy started following them out the door, jogging to catch up with them on the sidewalk.

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“What new kid.” Y/N groaned, not bothering to even look at the boy. “I-I uh. The names Vance. Vance Hopper.” Vance introduced himself, making Y/N stop and look at him. “Well Vance Hopper. I’m Y/N, Y/L/N.” Y/N said plainly, looking at the boys hand in front of them, ready to shack. “Nice to meet you.” Vance gave an awkward smile, watching Y/N take his hand and shake it. “You too Vance.” Y/N chuckled, still being able to see the fear in his eyes. “But now I’ve really gotta go.” Y/N mentioned, pointing to the police car coming closer and closer. “Oh, yea, yea.” Vance mumbled, looked over his shoulder, turning his head back around only to find that Y/N was already to far away to hear him.

“Hey Hopper!” Y/N called back behind themselves, stopping to turn around. “Yea?” Vance asked, slightly yelling. “Meet me at the corner store tomorrow! 4:00 on the dot! I’ll let you have a go!” Y/N told him, giving a thumbs up. “Uh… y-yea! Yea, ok!” Vance returned the thumbs up, watching Y/N get further and further away, finally walking back to the store to get his belongings.

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The very next day, at exactly 4:00, the friendship of Pinball Y/N, and soon to be known as Pinball Vance began. The two people in town, nobody dared to fuck with. Especially when it came to their game.

#vance hopper #pinball #vance hopper x reader #the black phone #he deserved more screen time

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hotwings0203 · 4 years ago

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I feel like Dabi would be the type of dude who would bully you incessantly at the LOV and for the life of you you can’t figure out why. He’s always around you and making snarky comments or pulling your hair, trying to catch you messing up on missions. You’re sure he hates you, and you do well to stay out of his way, or sometimes when you feel bold you’ll offer a quip of your own. The bullying increases whenever you talk to other guys at the bar, especially when you make Tomura crack a smile, Dabi’s breathing down your neck the second your leader leaves, calling you terrible names and pushing past your boundaries.

Cw: language, nsfw, noncon, manga spoilers, some angst?

In a perfect world, Touya would not have been abandoned and rejected by his family. In a perfect world, Dabi would not exist, and Touya would be eating dinner with his family right now as he shows his little brother how to properly wield fire to its fullest extent.

But there was no such thing as a perfect world, and therefore Dabi did exist. And Dabi doesn’t care for anyone, or anything.

Or so he tells himself.

“Slut”

“Nothing but eye candy, and shitty eye candy at that”

It’s nothing you haven’t heard before, but it doesn’t make it any easier to ignore him

“What was that all about, huh? The fuck are you and crusty snickering about?”

Fed up with his continuous antics, you decide to mouth off a little too.

“Oh nothing, just talking about how adorable you and Hawks would make as a couple. And wipe that sneer off your face, it looks like some of your staples fell out of your mouth.”

It’s nothing too snarky, but in a second he’s shoving you in some dark room, forearm pinned against your throat as his hand is lit up with blue flames merely inches away from you, snarling in your face.

“You wanna be funny, bitch? I got jokes of my own too, why dont I show you what happens to dumb little girls who don’t know their fucking place? I think that would be real funny.”

But his hand is stopped from drawing near your wide eyes when you both hear Twice and Toga calling everyone for their next meeting.

He pushes you away from him, giving you a murderous look over his shoulder as he leaves the room, not paying mind to the way you slide down the wall in the dark.

You take extra precaution to try avoiding him for the next few days, not even making eye contact with him when you two get teamed up for tasks. He never mentions the room incident, if anything he acts as if it never happens. It’s like whiplash for you, he tries to weirdly talk to you more but all you offer him is mumbles and hums of agreement.

The conversation is never long, but it starts to be less talk of degrading you and more of begrudging questioning of what you’ve been up to. You never engage, opting to pretend like you never heard him, and strangely enough he leaves it be.

You give him a side eye one day as he joins you at the bar (much to your discontent), downing your glass just to fill another.

He says nothing as he slides into the stool right next to you, and pours a glass of whiskey for himself as well.

It’s awkwardly silent, you’re not sure if you should leave or not, but you’d be damned if you try to initiate small talk with this psycho.

But then, he speaks.

“Is Shigaraki sending you on the mission to get that UA kid?”

His gravely voice rumbles and cracks from his usual lack of use, and he clears his throat after he talks.

“No.”

“Oh.”

This is excruciating, you think to yourself as he mulls over the drink in his hand for a silent minute or two.

Toga calls you over thankfully at the exact same moment, and you breathe out an inaudible sigh of relief as you slip off the stool to join her.

“Wait-“ Dabi grabs your arm and you flinch out of instinct, expecting a slap or a burn to come from him.

He sees your reaction and shakes his head dismissively, letting you go and muttering a “Nevermind”. You don’t ponder over it as you trip over your own feet to join the eccentric blond.

A week passes, and then two. With each day you maneuver your way around him, request to be partnered up with different people in private, and busy yourself in random tasks. Every time you pass him by the bar he lifts his head from whatever he’s doing and tries to maintain eye contact with you, even going so far as to open his mouth to say or ask god-knows-what.

You try to ignore the foreign hopeful glint in his glacial eyes as you walk right past him, ducking your head as you do so.

It drives Dabi crazy.

He can’t handle any more rejection, he thought his family would be the last straw for him to ever want recognition or love validation from again. He wants to talk to you, to hear your voice as it snaps back with witty comebacks of your own that he secretly enjoys so much, even if it means he has to force it out of you with hateful words. He wants to feel your hair underneath his scarred hands, even if he has to mask the soft wanting of you in forms of yanking the strands. He wants nothing more than to see your eyes fill up with no other sight than him and think only of him, even if it means he has to corner you and scare you into submission.

But your silence is something he’s not used to.

Well, to be fair, you weren’t silent completely, but the only sentences he was hearing from you nowadays was when you were speaking to Shigaraki or the other League members.

You were the only idiot who didn’t notice the smoke curling from his nostrils and ears comically when he’d finally see you stop your stoic act just to open up to other men apart from him. Spinner, Twice, and Compress backed off almost immediately from talking to you for too long when they’d see the look on his face as he watched you surrounded by them, but Tomura would merely smirk from behind your shoulders and keep a level gaze with his subordinate, knowing fully well why he was so pissed off.

You began to notice the weird energy at the base soon after the rest of the men would keep curt conversations with you in comparison to your long talks about video games, sex, and life after you would all win the war.

So you thought it would be best to ask the most semi-normal person there that wasn’t fueled with testosterone and aggression.

“I just don’t get it, why are they all being weird? I mean, we all used to talk so much and now they just...try avoiding me. Except for Tomura of course, he’s still normal I guess. But he always has this smirk on his face when I’m with him and I can’t figure out why.”

Toga stops cleaning her blood-laced needle to give you a sly look, all fangs and glinting white.

“And Dabi?”

“What about him?”

She sits back on her haunches and cocks her head at you. “You really don’t know what’s happening here, do ya?”

“No,” you roll your eyes in exasperation. “But I’ll gladly take any theories here, since apparently I’m the only one who doesn’t get it.”

“He likes you.”

You gape at her for a moment and then burst out laughing.

“What? That’s crazy, he doesn’t like me, he hates me!” He can barely stand being in a room with me, all he does is talk shit and harass me.”

The blond curiously licks at a bead of red from the top of the weapon and you cringe when her own tongue rips from the sharp point.

“You say he can’t stand being in a room with you, so then why is it that he’s always there? He might talk shit, but he talks to you out of everyone else right? Regardless of if it’s something mean.”

You’re thoroughly flabbergasted. She had a point, but it was too much to wrap your head around. She cheerfully hums and gets up to flounce around the room, cleaning her already-tidy room up to a T.

“And that little silent treatment act you’re giving him isn’t helping either. I swear, Jin told me Dabi almost burned his mouth off that one day you, him and Spinner were talking about GTA. He totally cornered the poor guy and threatened his life if he didn’t stop talking to you.”

“You’re joking.”

“Am not. He wanted to do the same to Tomura but I figure he wants to keep his job, so he won’t. Doesnt make it any better for him when you’re all chummy with the one person Dabi can’t stand the most, though.”

No wonder your leader was so smug whenever you two were in the same room, your attention solely focused on him.

You run your hands down your face, moaning about the whole situation being fucked. It’s just your luck that you couldn’t take a clue, but to be fair, how could you? Being called worthless and a waste of space wasn’t exactly what you had in mind for flirty banter.

“Soooo what’re you gonna do now? I heard he’s gonna try talking to you for realsies like, tomorrow or something.”

“Tomorrow?” You yelp, jumping up to your feet. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner? I can’t face him!”

“Oops,” she giggles, twirling with outstretched arms around her room and falling down onto her bed.

“Oh god, I can’t do this. I don’t even know if I like him! He’s such an ass, and even when he tries to come off as normal he’s just so..unsettling. I don’t think I’ve ever had a good conversation with him.”

Toga props her elbow up to rest her chin on her hand, frowning in thought.

“Why not just tell him how you feel?”

You snort and fold your arms. “Yeah, because the psycho arsonist is really gonna take the word no well.”

“Hmm.. I see what you mean. Oh well, whatever you choose, I’ll support you!”

And with that she skips out of the room sing songing for Twice to make a clone for her.

You were fucked.

And sure enough, the next day he approaches you, hands stuffed in his pockets and an almost bored look on his face.

“Yo newbie, I gotta talk to you for a second. Come with me”.

You look blearily up at him through eye bags and mussed hair, a direct telling of your sleepless night. Your stomach drops when you hear his words, but you nod your head and take a deep breath, mentally preparing yourself of the speech you practiced till the sun rose.

No one else is bothering you both today, Shigaraki having gone to visit All For One and the rest of the League left to their own devices. It was something you weren’t so comfortable with, but you doubted a hero would come to save you.

He leads you through the short winding hallways, each step of his growing louder and heavier as the space started growing smaller. Finally, he reaches a dimly lit room and stops outside the door, gesturing for you to go in with a casual wave of his patched wrist.

“After you.”

You raise an unsure eyebrow at his uncharacteristic show of consideration, and do as he says. You’re sweating bullets, fists balled so that your nails are digging into your palms, and vision going in and out of focus as your eyes begin to adjust to your surroundings.

A loud bang pulls you out of your stupor, and you whip around at the sound.

Dabi is already staring back at you with lidded eyes, leaning his weight against the door, his arms crossing over each other.

You shift on both feet, picking at your nails nervously.

“So, what did you wanna talk about?”

He says nothing, but just observes you, his head slightly tilted as if you were some abstract art piece.

“Dabi.”

“You got a lot of nerve, y’know that?”

He pushes himself off the wall and advances slowly towards you, hands stuffed in his trench coat pockets.

You immediately back up with raised palms, sputtering indignantly at his offensive movements coming closer and closer. However you thought his ‘confession’ would go, this was most definitely not starting out like how you planned

“Excuse me? What’re you talking about-“

“I know what you’re doing. You think whoring yourself out to ol’ crusty and the rest of the guys here is gonna make everyone forget just how useless you actually are. What the fuck do you even do here? You fuck up half the missions which I have to come bail your ass out of, you constantly put us in jeopardy by being all friendly with everyone, and you can’t even keep your mouth shut when I need to let off a little steam, as I rightfully should.”

In a perfect world, Dabi would be the light of your eyes, the hero of your world. In a perfect world, Dabi would be able to hold your hand in his smooth one and tell you that he wants you so much that it impairs his rational judgement and makes him say things he doesn’t mean. He’d tell you that your presence is like a weight lifted off his chest, your presence means he doesn’t have to think or worry about the outside world, he just wants you all to himself without anyone interfering.

But this is not a perfect world, and Dabi is not a hero, but rather one of the worst villains.

So he does exactly what one does as a villain.

Instead of a loving look that he knows he’s incapable of, Dabi looks down into your horrified gaze as he traps you against the wall between his scarred arms, spewing misplaced venom at you.

“I don’t know what your problem is, but you need to chill out. First you go ballistic on me ‘cause I talked to Tomura for no reason, then you act all weird and quiet as if you’re some decent person, and now you think you can just bring me in here and tell me how worthless I am? Go fuck yourself, seriously.”

You scoff and make your way to push him but stop when he does what he did a couple weeks ago. You hold bated breath as he casually brings an inflamed hand to scratch at his face as if he can’t feel the hellfire emitting from it, and let out a whine of distress as he lowers his head mere inches from yours, lips almost touching.

“Stop talking to the rest of the guys,” he breaths. “Stop smiling, laughing, or going near anyone who isn’t me.”

You wonder if he knows how insane he sounds. He does, but that’s nothing he doesn’t know already. If anything, it solidifies in his mind that if he is to be as bad as the world has made him out to be, then he is acting exactly fit for the role.

“Why?”

“I don’t need to give sluts like you a reason. It should come as easy, right? What’s putting out for one more person?”

Your eyes are brimming with tears now, your stoic facade showing cracks as you sniffle a little bit.

He eats it up and groans watching salty rivers cascade down your cheeks. Suddenly, he feels as though he can no longer hold back anymore, he feels as though if he thinks for one more second he’ll combust.

So, acting on instinct, he surges forward and presses his lips against yours, swallowing your cries of distress and holding your hands above your head in midst of them frantically beating on his chest.

Your lips are so, so soft compared to his and it’s making him sink deeper into this instinctual daze. He puffs against your writhing lips as he thrusts his hot tongue in your mouth.

You try to bite him but when his hands heat up against your skin you resign to your fate and wail, allowing him to pull his hips flush against yours and start humping your thighs.

He draws back and bites your lips, teeth clacking against yours as he does so. You open your terrified eyes and blanch when you see the look on his face.

Lust is clearly drawn everywhere, from his blown pupils to his heaving chest, all the way to his flushed face and wild eyes. He looks as though he’s about to eat you alive and it’s appropriate that you feel like a lamb about to be slaughtered.

“Dabi, wait, please stop-“

But he cuts your pants off again in favor of slamming his hips against yours again and grinding impossibly hard on your legs, the friction of his jeans catching on your clothed cunt and forcing a mewl out of you.

“I’m not gonna stop. I’ve had enough of you teasing. You’re mine now, and if it takes burning our dear leader alive and this whole place down for you to understand that then I’ll fucking do it.”

He thought that terrorizing you would ease the empty feeling in his heart, that continuously berating you would force him to see you as what he always said you were, just another empty headed cunt. He thought that distancing himself from you and focusing on other things would make him forget about the soft feelings he longed to share with you, feelings he thought perished in the fire he was in when he was a young boy .

Even now, there is an ache in his chest as he hears you beg for him to stop, to let you go, that you’re sorry for whatever you did.

But this is not a perfect world, and not everyone gets their way in life.

You should really learn that, because Dabi already has.

And so Dabi will act accordingly to what life has put out before him .

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father-time-and-baby-new-year · 3 years ago

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rhinestone eyes

PAIRING: Rich Boy!Eren x Fem!Reader

WARNINGS [present+future]: infidelity, dubcon, gaslighting, manipulative and toxic behavior, toxic relationship, sexual content, yandere tendencies, suggestive hand-holding

part one

kofi

There's a sneer on Eren's face as green eyes behind Versace aviators glide over your form, staring you up and down. His gaze is so penetrative, it makes your teeth chatter. Maybe he was just checking you out. Maybe he was scrutinizing every blemish.

You suddenly feel so very small in your tennis skirt, the tight collared shirt stretching over your breasts, and wished that today out of all days wasn't when you decided to dress a little more stylish.

"Fancy seeing you here." His voice is nonchalant but there's a tone of humor that accompanies his brisk words. How long would it be until he laughs at you?

He scowls, "Are you mute or something? Why aren't you greeting me back properly?"

"Eren," You took a deep breath, "What are you doing in Paris?"

It occurs to you that you've never seen him out of his uniform before. He's wearing a light blue button-down, half the buttons left unfastened, polo shorts, an expensive black watch glittering on his wrist, silver rings on his slender fingers, and a thin silver chain dangling around his neck.

He's also acquired a new piercing, industrial, judging by the bar across his ear. The silver glints harshly under the sun.

"Are you done burning holes through me?"

You blush, embarrassment coloring your cheeks: "No, I'm just surprised." You tucked a loose lock of hair behind your ear, "Didn't expect to run into anyone I knew in another country."

You were just taking a pleasant walk in the acclaimed Champs-Élysées, the avenue every bit as a picture-perfect postcard as it had been described.

"Have you eaten?" The question is spoken with a sigh like he couldn't believe he was asking you this, and you couldn't either.

"Oh, um, no?" You responded, bewildered.

He runs a hand through his dark hair, which reached the nape of his neck by now: "I know a cafe around here. Let's get brunch. We'll talk there."

You don't know what possessed you to nod but you did so, trying to match his quick and long strides. The walk was silent, presumably because the two of you were saving your burning questions for the cafe.

He rolls his eyes when you stutter through your French. He raises a hand, and simply tells the waiter his order and dismisses him. His French is flawless and you're tempted to ask him how it's so good, but you already know the answer. Probably had hordes of tutors to help him.

Merci Monsieur

"Wait," You remark to Eren, "I didn't order."

"I ordered for us. Pain au chocolate, savory crepes, eggs, and ham. Coffee after. For me. Hot chocolate for you because you don't drink coffee."

Oh. That actually sounds good. How did he know your beverage preferences?

He fishes out a cigarette from his pocket, skinny and hand-rolled, "So what are you doing here? No offense but you don't exactly seem like you can afford a vacation to France. "

Now is your turn to sigh. You've nearly forgotten how blunt he could be: "Here on an internship. For art" You supply.

"I assume you just regularly come to Paris every summer?"

He doesn't deny or verify your statement, "Something like that."

"So you're staying at a hostel or?" He asks, exhaling a thick cloud of smoke that makes your nose wrinkle.

The waiter comes by with food, and you turn to Eren with a sour look, "I sincerely hope you're not going to smoke while we're eating."

To your utter surprise, he ashes the cigarette. You were expecting a witty and mean retort at the very minimum, not silent compliance.

You pick up the earlier conversation, "Well, I'm actually staying with my boyfriend." You mummer the last word quietly but the viridian-eyed boy's ears are keen. You don't notice how his grip on the knife tightens.

"You're staying with your boyfriend?" He repeats.

You nod, "Yeah, he's an art student too."

The rest of the meal is completed in sparing small-talk and lengths of silence. But it's not awkward. It's weird. On one hand, having brunch with Eren Yeager in fucking Paris, heir to a billionaire pharmaceutical company should feel surreal, but it's strangely peaceful. You feel more at peace sitting across from him in France than you did when he sat next to you in homeroom.

When it's time to pay the check, Eren looks amused by the very notion of you digging into your purse.

"What kind of gentleman would I be if I let the lady pay?" His words are spoken with a teasing smile.

You roll your eyes but can't help a glimmer of a smile from peeking through on your lips, "Didn't take you much for a gentleman."

He tosses his black card on the bill, "You'd be surprised."

What's there left to do now? Is it time to part ways? There's a part of you that craves more but life has taught you to not be greedy when you already have so so much.

You dabble the corner of your lips with a napkin, "Well, this has been fun-"

"Wait, uh, do you wanna check out the Louvre? Since you're an art student and all, you might uh enjoy it."

You stare at him. Is he tongue-tied?

"You've probably there been a million times already."

"Yeah...but you haven't been, right?"

You blink before breaking into a smile that Eren is sure is going to give him heart palpations, so sunny and bright.

"I would love to!"

You guys check out Mona Lisa for the sheer novelty, and you're bouncing around the museum, oohing and ahhing at the chiseled statues and Renaissance paintings. There is so much history here, it blows your mind.

Eren finds himself watching you more than the paintings. You have this veneer of snark that you wrap around yourself like a protective gauze (maybe that's how you maintain your survival in a world of hyenas) but you're different now.

You're yourself. Watching you here come alive in unbridled enthusiasm, eyes widened in passion, makes him reach out to his pocket and fish for his disposable film camera. He doesn't know if he's ever seen anyone in his vapid life look like the way you do, so filled with a zest for things that are greater than themselves.

He wants to burn you into his memory, praying to all the gods that you won't notice when he takes a picture of you admiring a bust of a goddess. He slyly tucks his camera back into his pocket.

The world seems to stand still when you tug his hand to show him a painting, an expression of unadulterated wonder on your face. But when you realize you pulled his hand, you immediately drop it like hot coals.

Why do you look so worried? Why do you look so scared?

"You can hold my hand if you want. It's-it's okay." He can't believe he's gotten the words out.

You're taking too long, your hands still hanging limply by your side, an indiscernible expression on your pretty face. Eren doesn't understand why it makes him so mad, why your sudden hesitation grated his nerves. Deciding to make your choice for you, he grabs your hand, squeezing your palm as he flashes you the charismatic smile that's got him out of countless incidents.

He doesn't like the expression of worry marring your features. Where did the happy jovial girl go? Just a few seconds, you were poking him with sparkles in your eyes, "Look at this Eren!" and "So beautiful, right?"

He forces another smile: "Show me the painting you wanted me to see." Maybe it was meant to be a request but it comes out as a demand.

You cast a glance at your joined hands, his grip borderline painful. "O-okay."

You lead him across the floor, and Eren can feel the stares of people around him. They are smiling. An older woman utters a "Un si charmant couple."

You take him to a grand painting. It's haunting and dark, swirling with so many shades of dusty red from vermillion to scarlet. A pregnant woman lies reclined, arm hanging and head lolling. She appears to be asleep, and there is a cacophony of men around her portrayed in varying degrees of stress.

"Death of a virgin", you breathed.

Such a macabre name, Eren thought as he gazed longer into the painting. He loosens his grip on your hand, testing whether you would pull away.

You don't.

It's raining outside and you're giggling.

"Fuck" Eren swears, "I'll call a cab."

You're a vision drenched in rain. Your clothes are soaked, and he could see the outline of your bra from your thin shirt. But it seems like you don't even care.

"Let's just enjoy it!" You cry out. There are thick droplets stuck in between your eyelashes, and you smell like rain too. It's dangerous, he can see chords of purple lightning flash the sky, thunder booming, and it's like you're dancing, the way you move so effortlessly.

You hook his hands in yours, "Doesn't this feel good?"

He feels like all his sins are being washed away, all the impurities and muck that clung onto him after nineteen years of existence. His heart nearly jumps out of his throat every time he looks at you.

He cups your chin and kisses you. When he feels the threadbare resistance, he kisses harsher, tongue and teeth swallowing your protests, coaxing your mouth open with a skillful pinch to your nipple. He pulls away just before you feel like all your breath has been robbed.

You're stunned speechless, "Eren...I...h-have a boyf-"

He kisses you again. And this time you kiss back, holding nothing back.

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inspo: @candy-hime's rich boy!shoto. the iconic golf club one <3

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whatifyoulivelikethat · 4 years ago

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bullseye, m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: Are you the insufferable, cocky, absolutely-no-good-for-anyone female equivalent of a fuckboy? Maybe. Okay, yeah. But guess who decided to come along and interrupt your conquests? Jeon Jungkook. What now? Complain to your best friend Kim Taehyung all day or fucking do something about it?

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; alcohol consumption; Taehyung getting shitfaced lol; you're a cocky asshole and so is Jungkook, welp; schemes; smut (fem reader, making out / dry humping in public, cowgirl, m-masturbation, edging / orgasm denial, penetrative sex, so much kissing); non-idol!BTS; (secretly pining) fuckboy!Jungkook x bisexual, fuckgirl!reader; ft artist, best friend!Taehyung; mostly reader's POV with a short JK's POV

yes, it's purple-haired Butter JK

now playing – 마.피.아. in the morning by itzy

“Are you kidding me? Fucking Jeon Jungkook, again?”

“You need to calm down,” Kim Taehyung said, patting your shoulder and handing you a mojito.

“What I need is a fucking bow and arrow to shoot down this fucking pest!”

“I know you were the archery champion in high school, but that’s still a weird thing to think,” replied that baritone voice, pushing you into a chair so he could sit down as well, observing you violently chugging down the entire mojito in your rage. He seemed highly amused, looking a bit like a young French socialite in a black beret, loose tan dress shirt, and black slacks with black loafers. Gold accents because Kim Taehyung was that bitch. “Never ceases to impress me that you can do that.”

You pulled the glass from your lips, ice and mint clinking. “This is the third girl I’ve been dating that he’s just–” You flapped a hand in the general direction of the crowd at the bar, completely ignoring Taehyung’s comment about your record-breaking skills of draining cocktails. “–unashamedly making out with when clearly I’m right here.”

Taehyung rolled his eyes, far too crass for how drop-dead handsome he was, but it seemed that he didn’t care. “I doubt he knows you’re here or that you’re dating them. And to make it fair on him, you were casually dating them all at once, so technically, no one is at fault here,” he added.

You narrowed your eyes. “I wasn’t–”

Taehyung gave you this look.

The look of ‘shut-up-you-know-I’m-right’.

Being your best friend, he had a right to do that.

“Shouldn’t you be mad at the girl anyway? Being faithful and all that, which, by the way, you are not.”

“Dating is not the same as being in a relationship,” you argued.

“Mmm, so fucking them is not indicative enough that you should be less of a fuckboy.”

“I’m not a fuckboy,” you muttered. “I’m a woman.”

Taehyung raised an eyebrow. “The general term still stands because you’re a class-A asshole.”

You closed your eyes and sucked in a deep breath, trying not to bolt home and buy a bow and arrow online to shoot, not Jeon Jungkook, but Kim Taehyung, because he was testing your last nerve with the truth.

“Again, why are you not mad at them?” Taehyung reoriented the conversation with a sweep of his arm when you opened your eyes, prompting your gaze to shift and witness Jeon Jungkook with his tongue down a pretty girl’s throat. This cheeky bastard was even wearing a leather jacket and white shirt, just like you. The only difference was that you wore a leather miniskirt and he wore black jeans with rips in the thighs, but both of you were wearing heeled black moto-style boots.

“Because he’s the denominator in this equation,” you snapped, smacking your glass on the table.

“Please do not make math references. My brain is not made for that.”

“Fractions? Tae, seriously, are you defective or–”

“Maybe he’s doing it to piss you off.”

“Well, I am pissed off!”

The bar was very loud with music and noise. Your shout was still clearly heard. Neither you or Taehyung seemed to care that people turned to look at you two and shake their heads.

Taehyung shrugged. “Then he succeeded.”

You clicked your tongue. “Why, though? I didn’t do anything to him. He just started popping up stealing my girls. What if I switch back to chasing dick and he takes them too?”

Taehyung snorted. “I doubt it. You’re just continuing on this train because you’re stubborn.”

As usual, he saw right through you.

He raised an elegant hand and tapped his lips. “Maybe he likes you.”

You gave Taehyung the most disbelieving, fiery, indignant look that you had ever produced in your life.

“Or, he doesn’t,” he hastily corrected. “Let’s face it, sometimes I don’t even like you and I would murder for your dumb ass.”

You tapped the melting glass of icy mint onto the tabletop.

Menacingly.

“If you think about it,” Taehyung began tentatively, scooting his chair slightly away from you with your flaming eyes boring holes in the back of Jeon Jungkook’s head. His hair was dark violet now so you could spot him easily, pinning your (not yours, but you know, that was your prey at one point) girl against the back wall of the bar. “He always goes after your target. He wants you to notice something.”

You watched a YouTube video once about making your own bow and arrow. It didn’t seem that difficult, all things considered. Sharpening a long stick with a knife and–

“Stop thinking about murder.”

You jerked your head back to Taehyung and his honey-brown curls framing his amused expression. You glared in response.

“I’ve never interacted with him a day in my life,” you frowned, abandoning your homicidal tendencies for the moment. “What does he want me to notice?”

Taehyung gave you a pained look. You returned with a black stare. Then he sighed and shook his head.

“He’s a fuckboy. You’re the female equivalent of a fuckboy. What do you think he wants?”

“My body count?”

Taehyung slapped his own face, muttering under his breath. “… be part of your body count.”

“Sorry, what?” You raised your voice over the bass. “Can’t hear you over the music.”

He raised his head. “I don’t know. Fight him. See what happens.”

“I’m not gonna win a fistfight.”

Taehyung looked ready to fistfight you.

You stood up, dragging him by the arm. “Come on, wingman. I need another drink. I’ll buy, since you got me the last one.”

Taehyung laughed, loud and full, yanking his arm out of your grip and clapping a hand around your shoulders, pulling you to him so your body knocked into him. You grimaced, now forced to walk side by side with him, not seeing the looks shared between the patrons witnessing you two together.

“Now we’re talking. I wanna get trashed.”

“Cure for a broken heart, am I right?”

“Mine’s shattered,” Taehyung chuckled, rubbing the left side of his chest playfully, but you couldn’t help but notice the hurt in his eyes. It was his idea to go out tonight and assist you with getting laid but, one, you didn’t need assistance and, two, he had recently broken up. It was pretty obvious he just wanted you to buy him drinks and have an excuse to do something.

Which was fine with you, until Jeon Jungkook showed up holding your previous eye candy.

Hmph.

Whatever, you had a Taehyung to nurse back to health with an obscene amount of alcohol.

Two hours later, you were standing in the men’s bathroom, holding Taehyung’s beret with one hand and his hair in the other as he vomited loudly into the toilet.

“Sup.”

The guy looked in the stall and then looked at you.

“You’re not supposed to be here…”

You raised an eyebrow. “You wanna hold his hair?”

The guy slunk away at your dismissive tone.

Taehyung tapped your thigh and you patted him on the head soothingly. He flushed and coughed.

"S... sorry," he croaked wetly.

You chuckled. "Wash your mouth, ya nasty."

He got up and you straightened his clothes in an almost maternal fashion.

"Need water, I think..." he winced, stumbling past you to the counter. You followed him to make sure he didn't hurl in the fucking sink.

"I'll be right back. Don't do anything crazy."

"Heh, that’s you," he slurred as he put his hands under the tap to wash up.

You plopped his beret on your head and sauntered out of the men's bathroom, unbothered by the stares and the people trying to catch your eye. It took you no time at all to waltz to the counter and obtain the water, striding back to the men's bathroom with the tall glass.

Only to run into you-know-who.

The girl sputtered your name in surprise as if she hadn't met you in this very bar a couple of weeks ago.

You completely ignored her existence, narrowing your eyes at the smirking face of Jeon Jungkook.

There was no denying his attractiveness. His purple hair was a little messy now, curling around his high cheekbones and large brown eyes. The dim light of the bar cast strange shadows over his chiseled jaw and shapely lips, curved into a devilish grin. He had a mole and red lipstick residue underneath his lower lip.

You had a strong urge to douse him and his leather jacket with your giant glass of water.

Taehyung was the one who found out Jungkook's name for you. You sent him on the mission after the first time this little shit started meddling in your business.

At this moment, you remembered that.

You pointedly looked away, walking past Jungkook, knocking into his arm forcefully and on purpose, annoyed that he seemed pretty strong under that jacket, muscular and lean. Whatever. You had a large bear cub named Kim Taehyung to take care of. You didn't have time to waste on Jeon Jungkook.

"Hey."

You stiffened at the deep, silvery voice. Of course. He had to have a sexy voice too. Bitch.

"You should apologize."

Your eyes flickered to the glass of water. It was pretty cold in your hand. You raised your chin back up, facing towards the bathrooms.

The choice was easy.

You continued waking and raised your free hand to flip Jeon Jungkook the bird, off to deliver the water to your best friend.

Some guy at the urinal screamed as you entered the men's bathroom but you completely ignored him, only focusing on Taehyung, who was gripping the corner of the sink, turning not to pass out, pallid face dripping and looking green.

"Drink this and I'll take you home."

"Ugh, thanks for the other day... sorry I wasn't the best wingman... I ended up making you exorcize my demons instead..."

You laughed, jabbing a toothpick in the steaming fried chicken. You and Kim Taehyung again, hanging out in the afternoon at the local chicken spot.

"It's cool. I know you needed it."

Taehyung frowned. "If you knew, why did you play along?"

You shrugged. "You would've done the same for me."

He smiled and popped a piece of crispy chicken in his mouth. "Yeah, if you ever had a serious relationship for once."

You glared. "This is a non-judgment zone. Shut up."

He chuckled. Then he leaned in and you grimaced, catching a whiff of his chicken breath. He was wearing a pinstriped shirt and neglected to button the first two because he was too hot to bother with some stupid buttons. You weren't going to say you could relate, but you were wearing a loose black sweater dress that was bordering on flashing your panties, so, maybe.

"I heard from a little birdie that you had a run-in with the bane of your existence."

You raised an eyebrow. "The tax man?"

Taehyung rolled his eyes. "No, the other one."

Now it was your turn to roll yours. "Oh, right. The Dark Lord."

Taehyung gave you a weird look. "Is that a movie reference or..."

"Harry Potter, ever heard of it?"

"You're such a nerd."

"That's not... anyway, so what?"

He wiggled his eyebrows. "He spoke to you."

You narrowed your eyes. "Where do you get your information?"

He fidgeted. "Uh... a reliable source that chooses to remain anonymous."

Your eyes became slits. "Who."

Taehyung stick his tongue out at you. "The whole point of anonymous is you not knowing!"

"Who are you, fucking Rita Skeeter–"

"Stop with the weird references!"

"For fuck's sake," you hissed, causing a mother sitting at a table near yours to chastise you, covering their kid’s ears. You frowned, lowering your voice. "Alright so what? He opened his mouth; nothing original came out." You jabbed another piece of chicken.

"Well? Feel any tension? Sweet romance? Unbridled fury?" Taehyung piped, greatly interested in your two-second interaction with Jeon Jungkook.

You chewed, huffing. "I had a big kid to take care of. I didn't give a shit."

"Hey, I'm not a kid!" he shot back.

"Yeah, yeah. Anyway, you’re more important to me than poking his pretty eyeballs out of his head, so I didn't even reply."

Taehyung paused, mid-chew. "Really?"

"Yes, I didn't say–"

"No, that I'm important to you."

Taehyung was doing that thing where his big brown eyes went all sparkly and sentimental. It was making you uncomfortable. Bad with feelings and all that. The only reason you tolerated it was because Taehyung had been like this ever since he was that dorky weird kid you defended from bullies in elementary school. A folding chair was involved and you might have watched too many WWE TLC (tables, ladders, chairs) matches as a kid, but hey, those bullies didn’t bother Taehyung ever again, did they?

You got sent to detention for the rest of the year and anger management counseling appointments, but Taehyung remained your friend throughout the whole ordeal and for years to come, tolerating your poor life choices so… worth?

You reached over and shut his open mouth. "Of course, you are, that's why I'm not calling you a disgusting pig for chewing with your mouth open."

"Oi, that's bullying!"

"You bully me all the time," you snorted and the same mom made a noise of distaste that you pretended not to hear. "Like now you keep bringing up the spawn of Satan."

"You're also the spawn of Satan, by the way."

"Yeah, and you're my guardian angel and he ain't got shit, so I’ve already won this war."

Taehyung laughed nervously.

"Er, yes... totally..."

Another day, another conquest.

Well, you had to find the prey first, but that wasn’t going to be hard.

“You’re a chronic asshole.”

“Thanks, Tae. You sure you don’t wanna come?”

He rolled his eyes at you as you shrugged on one of his black dress shirts. You checked the tag. Silk. Damn. Kim Taehyung was a fancy bitch. He leaned against the closet doorframe as you fitted your black leather corset-style belt at your waist to cinch it in. You often raided Taehyung’s closet and paired it with your accessories. Did he enjoy your fucking in his clothes? Probably not, but you always returned them cleaned in the proper way, so he couldn’t complain.

He did anyway.

“No, I don’t. Let me sulk.”

“Ah, yes, moody starving artist, I’ll let you be,” you snickered, slinging the waist bag over your shoulder, wearing it across your chest instead of your hips. You lightly punched him in the arm and he pretended to topple over exaggeratedly. “You going to paint today?”

He shrugged. “I think. Dunno what media I want to use.”

“Just use a bunch of different ones. Your mixed media stuff is amazing,” you replied, waltzing out of his bedroom, past his messy studio with a blank canvas balanced on a wooden easel in the center of absolute chaos of paints. You helped him organize them once, but Taehyung often was too in the zone to pay attention to neatness.

“When’s the exhibit? I want to drop by,” you commented, seeing the line of his works safely wrapped up, leaning against the wall.

“Um… next week, Thursday through Sunday,” Taehyung replied sheepishly, cheeks flaring red at the mention of his own art exhibit. He was humble even though he was talented. “I’ll text you the address. Don’t show up looking like a high-paid escort.”

You tucked your feet into your heels and raised an eyebrow.

Silk black men’s shirt worn as a dress, belted at the waist to show off your curves, bare legs out, toned calves standing out due to your sleek black high heels.

“Who, me? Never.”

Taehyung shook his head. “Text me if you need a ride.”

“You got it.”

“You have got to be kidding me.”

You tapped your nails on the bar, having already finished your peach mojito.

“Fucking Jeon Jungkook, again?”

You needed to invest in a bow and arrow, like, yesterday.

Shoot right between his pretty eyeballs. Dude even pulled back his long, deep purple hair into a smooth ponytail with wispy strands framing his sculpted face. Was that damn eyeliner and mascara making his eyes look sharper, sexier? Fuck, he even knew how to make himself look even hotter.

Not as hot as you, of course.

“How does he always know where I’m at?” you muttered under your breath, turning away to look at the bartender and order another mojito. Watermelon. It seemed interesting. Fuck it, you were going to focus on drinking rather than the thorn in your side, Jeon Jungkook and his black dress shirt halfway buttoned and his tight-fitting black slacks with sleek oxfords. The bartender slid your glass in front of you, a gradient of pink to transparent with a little sprig of mint on top. It was a pretty drink.

You reached into your waist bag to pay, but the bartender stopped you.

“The gentleman over there paid for you. A gift.”

Oh? Maybe a potential for the night. You shifted your gaze to–

Oh.

“Tell him to fu–”

But the bartender was already off servicing other customers on this busy night.

Shit.

You know what? Fine. He put himself up as the target. He wanted to play this game.

And you never missed a bullseye.

You tilted your head to survey Jeon Jungkook out of the corner of your eye, making his way over to you, bringing your drink close to your lips. He stopped right next to you. The colorful lights of the club made rainbows dance across his lightly tanned skin and his dark lips, curled into a smug smirk.

“Hey.”

You cocked an eyebrow.

Drank.

Mmm, fuck, that was some deliciously smooth rum. The watermelon was a refreshing addition to the mint too. You probably weren’t meant to drink it all at once, but you were glaring at Jungkook who was pointedly watching your throat swallow and it was aggravating you more and more, the entire drink disappearing in record time, leaving nothing but ice and mint.

You smacked the glass down on this table with a hiss.

Jungkook purred your name with that deep, silvery voice of his. His eyes flickered down to your exposed collarbones and then back up to your face.

You clicked your tongue.

Then you turned away from him dismissively, walking past him, knocking into his arm forcefully and on purpose.

But instead of letting it happen, Jungkook shifted his weight and slid to block your path. You stopped, eyes darting up to narrow at that conceited little brat’s face. Now you could smell his cologne, fresh, sensual, a mix of pungent dragon fruit and black coffee.

Hold on.

You inhaled. Yup, no mistaking it.

That was your perfume.

Jungkook grinned as the realization hit you. How did he know what perfume you used?

“The fuck you want?” you growled.

He licked his lips slowly. He ticked his chin, taunting you.

“Finally got you to talk to me,” he purred, chuckling.

Alright, you were past causing actual bodily harm these days – jail being your primary reason – but that didn’t stop you from staring down Jeon Jungkook and his self-satisfied smirk with your signature tapering of your sharp stare.

You just stood there.

Menacingly.

He bit his lower lip, exposing that tiny mole underneath, shivering under your gaze. “Are you mad at me?” he asked, almost innocently, but there was no chance in hell that he was.

You quirked your head, lifting your chin defiantly. “Absolutely fuming,” you replied acidly.

He took a step towards you, closing the distance, so close you could feel his warmth, your breasts brushing against his chest. Now people were whispering around you two, sensing the tension between you and Jungkook. The similar outfits, the same violent energy, the same predatory aura.

As if the fox had confronted the wolf.

“What’s there to be mad about when we play the same game?” Jungkook drawled.

Cocky. The fox was so damn cocky.

“You’re just nibbling on my leftovers,” you countered, stepping forward so you pressed against him, burning body heat to burning body heat. “Which makes you the scavenger.”

Jungkook leaned down, dark brown eyes glittering with amusement.

“Then why so angry?”

His lips ghosted over yours, breathing in your exhale.

“I’m just a pest, right? A mere annoyance in your eventual victory.”

His lashes lowered, arrogant smirk reaching his dark eyes.

“Play your ace. Let’s see if it works,” he purred in the deep, sexy octave of his.

Shut up.

A low snarl rumbled in your chest.

“Shut up, Jeon Jungkook.”

You gripped his belt and yanked him to your body, rolling your crotch into his, your lips colliding with that maddening smirk, alcohol, dragon fruit, black coffee, flint igniting the dry wood, devouring his lips hungrily, his hands sliding up your sides, and his smile.

Triumph.

Shit.

You couldn’t give two fucks about Jeon Jungkook and he was into it.

Like the impossible enigma, he couldn’t figure you out but he was drawn to you anyway. The whole world was your plaything, and you treated it as such. There was something exciting about you, the thrill too irresistible to avoid when you made your presence known. Always you and that teasing smile, never getting serious, making everyone hesitate to take it farther with you. Who could blame them with your borderline brash attitude and ease of moving from one to the next?

That and your friendship with Kim Taehyung, who was a whole damn tiger next to your wolfish nature.

At first, Jungkook was intrigued.

As time went on, he became frustrated and annoyed.

What gave you the right to ignore him?

You picked up guys far less attractive than he was, not that he was that vain but, seriously, he was right here! Waiting to be caught. He didn’t try to interfere at first. In fact, Jungkook wasn’t even the sleep-around-and-mess-with-feelings kind of guy. But the more he watched you, the more impressed he was, seeing the way you charmed your way into everyone’s hearts, the way you focused on them for that moment, making them feel like they were the most perfect creature on Earth before slinking to the next, leaving them with a pining heart and lost in fantasies of what-ifs.

And, yeah, you were hot.

What was Jungkook going to do?

He could do nothing.

Or he could befriend Kim Taehyung, get under your skin, and make you notice him.

Not a scheme, per se.

Kind of a scheme.

Alright, definitely a scheme.

In Jungkook’s defense, your best friend Taehyung was all for it. Taehyung was the one who came up with all the ideas, informed him of your location, and the names of the girls you were after.

“Give her a taste of her own medicine. She needs a reality check.”

The problem was, Jungkook didn’t really want to let you go now that you were in his arms.

“Silly pretty boy.”

You had his chin in your palm, pressing your thumb against Jungkook’s lower lip, opening his hungry mouth to tease him with your tongue, tracing his soft lips and thrusting in, his low moan filling your lungs. His hands on your waist tightened, pulling you closer even through you were already in his lap, murmurs and eyes on you, but neither your nor Jungkook cared, used to this by now.

You were, after all, making out in the club.

The chair scraped against the ground as Jungkook firmly placed your thighs on either side of his, thrusting upwards into your core, letting your feel his rapidly growing hardness with every one of your kisses. Your hair feathered his cheeks and shoulders as your free hand toyed with his ponytail, twirling it in your fingers, smirking into his lips with his gasp from you grinding back down on his crotch, rolling your hips into him.

“Thought I was the bane of your existence?” Jungkook taunted under you, squeezing your ass through the silk and meeting your movements, staring into your eyes with his. So dark, so smokey, so fucking sexy, almost like looking into a mirror, because you too wore similar makeup, maybe a little darker and a little more of a flick to your eyeliner. “Just going to kiss me to shut me up?”

You wouldn’t be surprised if the other clubgoers were eagerly watching now, waiting to see what was going to happen between you and him.

“I don’t need to be on your mouth to shut you up,” you mused, tugging his ponytail back and kissing down his neck, tongue tracing the contours of his muscles, feeling him shudder under your lips and teeth, lightly nipping at his skin. Tracing circles, gentle kisses, relishing in his gasps and his tightened grip on you, letting your breath linger for that extra second, that extra what-if, kissing back up his neck and onto his jawline, murmuring his name sweetly, tip of your tongue curling around his earrings and bouncing them, sighing softly in his ear.

“Can’t claim my leftovers when my leftovers are you, now can you, naughty boy?” you chuckled darkly, pressing your breasts on his hot chest and your clothed pussy on the tip of his stiff length, rutting against it, making him hiss your name.

“I have no intention of being leftovers,” he growled into your ear.

Your eyes flew open as his lips transfixed to the space under your ear, sucking hard, forcing you to squeeze your thighs at the attack on your erogenous zone, sparks of arousal flinching through you, soaking your panties. You gasped, hips bucking into his needily, barely processing his words, his tongue flicking against your throbbing skin, lips and teeth, and then his mouth was moving, traveling up your earlobe, nipping at the curve, your eyelids fluttering, clutching his purple ponytail tightly.

How did he know? Did he ask your previous conquests to spill the information? There was no time to think, his hands traveling up your back, clenching fistfuls of your shirt and digging his nails into your back, your body responding and squirming against him, the quiet whine of his name escaping your lips and drifting right into his ear.

“J… Jungkook…”

He groaned, turning your head forcefully, him kissing you this time, just as ravenous, just as powerful, basically simulating sex in the middle of the fucking club with the way your hips were twisting into his and he was thrusting back against you, breathless, whispering in your mouth so only you could hear his words resonate in your chest.

“Fuck, you’re so hot, you turn me on so fucking easily, I just have to have you,” he murmured, his forehead pressed against yours, capturing your lips again and again. “There’s no way you’re any good for me, but I don’t care, fuck.”

You snickered, eye to eye, trapped in those expanding pupils and his heavy pants. “They say the same about you, Jeon Jungkook.”

You felt him smirk. “Nah, not me. No one calls me the spawn of Satan.”

You raised an eyebrow. “You sure? Because I do.”

Jungkook’s tongue licked your lips, making your shiver in delight. “That was special treatment. Just for you.”

Hold on a second.

Through your hazy buzzed brain, you began to piece the puzzle together. With each part falling into place, the amusement in Jungkook’s eyes grew and grew, seeing you fill in the missing blanks. Your eyes widened and you curled a finger around his ponytail, yanking roughly to pull his grinning face away from yours. You jerked back, but his strong hands held you in place.

Wispy strands of violet framing that devious expression.

“Taehyung,” you breathed, venomous.

Jungkook had the audacity to cock an eyebrow.

“Yep.”

You were going to kill Taehyung. That little shit! Taehyung was no idiot, so he must have planned this somehow. He always telling you to get serious and stop messing around. That’s why Jungkook always knew who you were dating, where you were, and what you were wearing! Did Taehyung recruit Jeon Jungkook to trick you? Fuck! He was dead meat, scheming against you like this!

Jungkook brought you out of your homicidal tendencies with a soft drawl of your name.

“For the record, he was helping me out,” he murmured, pulling you to him, pressing your chest to his. You narrowed your eyes, his hard cock still throbbing against your panties. “I want you.”

He lowered his face, breathing hard.

“Not just like this.”

Your eyes widened.

“I said I’m not going to be leftovers.” Looking deep into your eyes, holding you tightly. “I’m not going to let you throw me away like the rest.” Every inhale making your body rise into his touch, his deep, silvery voice saturated with lust and determination. “I’m going to make you fall in love with me as much as I am in love with you.”

You opened your mouth to retort, but…

Jungkook gave you this look.

The look of ‘you-know-you’ve-already-lost’.

You could sit here and pretend, but you were also grinding back onto his dick right out here in the open, clutching his purple hair and his pretty face. His hard body was tucked snugly in your thighs. That smug little smirk. Shit, shit, shit.

Jeon Jungkook got you and he got you good.

He knew it too, his hands sliding down and grabbing your ass again, rolling his hips into yours.

“Come on. Let’s fuck.”

“Oh, fuck, yes, yes, yes!”

Jungkook threw his head back onto his pillows, exposing his straining throat, veins popping out, clutching your hips strongly to rut back against you as you smacked your crotch down onto him, riding him hard and fast, your hands next to his head, his long purple hair a mess even if it was still in the ponytail, sweat glistening on his forehead, moaning loudly with your walls closing in on his hardness. You were too busy fucking the daylights out of him to say anything, but Jungkook had plenty to say, hazy eyes opening and gasping as he viewed your body hovering over him, naked with his hickeys on your neck and breasts, strong thighs flexed on either side of him, his rock-hard cock repeatedly disappearing into your tight, wet hole.

“Fuck, I knew it, I knew you would be so fucking good and so fucking sexy,” he whined, nails digging into your hips and adding more force to your thrusts.

Your clothes and his clothes were all over his bedroom floor.

Your phone was on his nightstand.

Tonight, you sent one text to Kim Taehyung.

I’m gonna buy a bow and arrow and shoot you in the ass.

You screen flashed, indicating Taehyung had replied. One quick flick of your eyes and you smirked.

Oh shit.

Jungkook squeezed your ass, making your return your attention to him.

“Focus on me,” he begged, blown-out pupils. “Only me, please.”

“So needy,” you teased, licking your lips slowly. He groaned under you, mouth opening, his pretty pink tongue lolling out, desperate to be sucked. “If you think you can keep me, you’ll have to last longer than this, Jungkook.”

He swallowed hard at the way you said his name, a mixture of warning and desire.

“P-Please… it’s too good, I-I can’t…”

You redoubled your efforts, roughly slapping your hips into his, enjoying the loud sound and the way your core tightened, constricting him inside you, telling him he couldn’t cum until you did and deliberately holding yourself back, shifting your attention when you felt it rise, denying him over and over, until he was like this, whole body shaking, grasping your ass, sweat on his chest. His right arm, covered in tattoos, looking extra delicious in the moonlight, so fucking perfect with his forearms flexed with tension. You purposefully stared into his brown eyes overtaken with lust, his lips trembling from denying himself his own orgasm.

Jungkook whimpered your name.

On the verge of breaking, helpless at your command.

A sharp throb inside you, wildly turned on by his duality.

You smirked.

“Jungkook.”

You inhaled deeply, sighing in satisfaction with the wave of pleasure, intense shivering pulses running up and down his length, sinking down so he could feel it all, the tight and rough massage of your orgasm taking over, low moan of his name emitting from your throat, and Jungkook followed suit, louder and lewder, eyes rolling back as he shot into the condom with jerking hips, burying the twitching head deep inside you, swelling the latex with thick cum, rocking you back and forth on his length, your juices dripping down and coating the inside of your joined thighs.

“Oh, fuuuuuuuck, so good, s-so fucking good…”

You know what, he was right.

It was so fucking good.

You savored it, the ecstasy that seemed endless and overwhelming, squeezing Jungkook between your thighs and moaning, just something about it, so satisfying and gratifying listening to his wheezing gasps and content whimpers, lowering yourself to his face, and he raised his, your hands sliding under his head, giving him what he wanted, light, maddening, carnal kisses, his cheeks, his chin, his quivering lips, whining your name, pleading with you to play with him more, more, tugging on his ponytail and his hands stroking your breasts, rolling your hard nipples between his index and thumb fingers, shaking at your hissing inhale.

“Hey,” you murmured, clenching him between your legs to get his attention.

Jungkook blinked at you, brown eyes unfocused, panting hard. “Y-Yeah?”

“You should apologize.”

The side of his swollen lips quirked upwards despite his fucked-out state. His deep voice was slightly hoarse. “What for? Tell me and I will.”

You raised an eyebrow. “For your scheming and using my own best friend against me.”

Jungkook smirked slyly.

“I’m sorry.”

He lifted you and made sure he had the condom before he pulled out, still semi-hard. You narrowed your eyes. He sure as hell didn’t sound sorry. Didn’t look sorry either, peeling the condom off and crawling over the bed to toss it in the trash before straightening.

“Sounding insincere there,” you remarked coolly, balancing your chin on the back of your knuckles, elbow on the bed, tapping the air impatiently.

“I mean it,” he purred, reaching for the towel beside the bed and knocking the condoms from his nightstand to the sheets. His right hand wrapped around his glistening length, still covered in lube and his cum, toned hips thrusting into his closed fist, grinning with his lower lip between his teeth as you watched him.

“I’m so, so sorry.”

Slowly jacking himself off as his eyes roamed over your curves, moaning lustfully, lingering on your legs, clutching the towel in his left hand so hard his knuckles were pale, forearms flexed, the slick head of his cock turning purple-red, emerging from between his closed fingers, throbbing as it was choked by his harsh grip.

“Let me make it up to you,” Jungkook shuddered, stroking faster, making wet squelching sounds, his muscular thighs bulging with effort.

Fuck, he was so damn attractive.

You kept an indifferent look on your face, raising your leg, your free hand sliding down, tracing the outside of your already wet opening. Those hungry dark brown orbs immediately fixated on it, moaning imploringly as you dipped your fingers in it, soft squishing noises as you spread open your soaked pussy, slipping a finger in your heat, gently thrusting.

He gasped your name, begging you.

It made you wetter, seeing his want. He knew it too, brutally fisting his cock, hips quivering.

“Stop.”

Jungkook whined despairingly, pulling his hand away, his stiff cock bouncing from the swiftness of the movement, cutting off his own orgasm. He sucked in a shivering breath, tipping his hips up to you so his glossy, hard length twitched.

You shifted, laying back against his pillows, opening your legs.

Smirk on your lips.

“Mmm, fuck, yes, fuck me with that.”

Jungkook smirked back.

It took him no time at all to wipe his hand and crotch off, ripping open another condom and moaning as he rolled it down, the mere contact of the thin encasement stimulating his sensitive skin. He slid up to you, gripping your knees and spreading you even wider, pressing the tip against your drenched heat.

He whispered your name, like sweet smoke.

“Hm?”

Jungkook leaned down, kissing you deeply as he sank into you, drinking in your gasp at the fullness.

“I’m going to make you feel so, so good,” he mumbled into your lips, pecking you softly.

He was about to retreat but your hands snapped up, tangling into his messy violet waves, clutching his ponytail. Jungkook blinked at you, questioning.

“Not too far away,” you said with a playful smile. “I wanna see that handsome face of yours.”

He bit his lower lip, tiny mole and wicked grin revealing themselves.

“Okay.”

He lifted his hips and plunged fully into you, the connection of your hips making a loud, wet smack.

“Fuck, Jungkook…!”

And you could tell from his elated expression and his furious pace that he was ecstatic at your response, chasing it, chasing you, moaning as you caught him between your thighs and wrapped your legs around his waist, gaining some leverage and meeting his thrusts, fingers tightening in his soft hair, fuck, so beautiful, the way the pleasure overtook his handsome features, his hazy dark brown orbs shrouded in lust, his pink lip trembling in his teeth, sharp jaw set, but still maintaining a little bit of that cunning exterior that ensnared you in the first place, unknowingly at the time, the side of his lips ticking up, this cheeky bastard.

Jungkook saw the way you looked at him.

He adjusted the position, hitting deeper, swelling inside you, and, fuck, you couldn’t help it, you smirked too because he was so, so full of himself and so were you, insufferable, troublesome, competitive even now, the obscene smack of his crotch hitting your hips, wet and noisy, the squish of your juices smearing against his inner thighs as you wildly matched his rapid, bruising rhythm, your moans blending together, sweet hot harmony, his bedframe ramming against the wall, and, as usual, neither of you caring, far to occupied with yourselves, pleasure snaking between you, up your spine and into your head, mixing with the light buzz of alcohol, a different kind of euphoria from every other one-night stand, because this was Jeon Jungkook and he wasn’t going to be a one-night stand.

His lower lip popped out of his teeth and he gasped your name.

Longingly, breathlessly.

Was he thinking the same thing?

You lifted yourself a little, your hands molded to his head, whispering intensely against his shaking lips.

“Don’t worry, Jungkook. We have all night and the morning.”

Fuck, he had a brilliant smile.

It was actually doomed for you, but you weren’t mad about it.

Eye contact, and he didn’t waver, thrusting deep into you, low moan pulled from his chest, jolting shudders sliding down his shoulders and then in between you and him, his cock twitching and spilling into the condom again, roughly clamped by your tightness, and you were already there, falling over the edge with a soft cry, straining your neck and pushing his head down to you to collide your lips with his, greedy for his kiss, his taste, his whimpers at your forcefulness.

“Jungkook, ah…”

He said your name in the same tone, delicate and possessive, a bullseye right to the heart.

“On one hand, I’m glad you’re finally serious about someone.”

You paid absolutely no attention to the annoyed baritone voice of your best friend.

“On the other hand,” Kim Taehyung gritted out, smacking you in the shoulder blades as you crawled into Jeon Jungkook’s lap, kisses intensifying, a needy whine in his chest, his hands wrapping around your waist. “Really feeling like a third wheel, you two! Stop making out for one goddamn second!”

He threw up his hands as both of you pretended to be deaf.

interlude respect drabble — "how much did you see?" popcorn drabble — "who are they?"

part ii threesome, ft kth — got it bad

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