#they talk about his biker gang days as if he was just a piece of shit

[joobi7]

BIKER!SUKUNA X NURSE!READER

tldr: sukuna is the leader of a feared bike gang that's known for being the strongest. but what happens when the strongest finally loses? sukuna is sent to the hospital in critical condition and you are his nurse...

tw: mentions of violence and blood

wc: 1.4k

A/N: see above image to understand what a "bunny apple slice" looks like. plz tell me yall know what im talking about or else ill feel very sad and goofy :(

ִֶָ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐ ִֶָ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐ ִֶָ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐ִֶָ⋅˚₊

Sukuna constantly finds himself in fights due to his blunt (and frankly asshole-y) attitude. He leads a motorcycle gang called the “Curses”. Truth be told Sukuna would’ve much rather the group be devoid of the cringey name, but Uraume already made matching motorcycle stickers for everyone.

Sukuna’s brash actions got himself into another fight. This wasn’t just any fight—he had picked a clash with a gang called the Arashi.

Earlier that week, they had been engaged in a shady deal that Sukuna had stumbled upon. His interference had been straightforward—he had dismantled their operation with little regard for the fallout. The Arashi, feeling publicly humiliated and threatened, had taken it personally.

Now, as Sukuna faced the Arashi members, it was clear this was different than a usual brawl. They had come ready for a real fight, bringing weapons and even a stolen car in an attempt to run Sukuna over. 

Despite his peak physique and fighting experience, Sukuna couldn’t withstand the impact of a car.

 By the time his gang members, Kenjaku and Uraume, arrived, the Arashi had already fled, leaving Sukuna badly injured at the bloody scene. They rushed him to the nearest hospital, worried about his condition.

Two days later, Sukuna awoke in a hospital bed, groggy and disoriented. The sterile smell of antiseptic and the beeping of medical equipment were overstimulating. His mind raced as he tried to piece together his predicament. It didn’t take long to realize the extent of his injuries. His spine was severely damaged due to the car crash, and he would need extensive physical therapy in order to recover. 

“Get me the fuck out of here” he spat, glaring at both you and the doctor. “I don’t need this place.”

“Sir, you need to stay put,” you say, clearly unaffected by his outburst. “Your injuries are severe. You could do lasting damage if you don’t follow the treatment plan.”

Sukuna’s gaze turned to you. You were a university student interning as a nurse at the local hospital. You had already witnessed several of his outbursts since he woke from his coma, and was tired of his attitude.

Although Sukuna remained quiet after your remark, you could feel his glare drilling into the back of your head as you left the room.

Five days passed with Sukuna refusing to participate in physical therapy. Uraume and Kenjaku visited frequently, trying to convince him to stay and cooperate, but he wouldn’t budge.

On the eighth day, you tried.

“You’re not leaving until you’re well enough. Your spine is damaged. Physical therapy is essential for a full recovery.”

Sukuna’s eyes narrowed. “I don’t need this hospital to fix me. I’m fine.”

Ignoring his hostility, you pressed on. “If you leave now, you’ll only prolong your recovery or make things worse. . We both know that you haven’t been able to regain all control over your left leg.”

Sukuna grits his teeth at the truth of your comment. The only reason why he hasn’t run away from the hospital in the middle of the night was because he physically couldn’t. He could barely make it halfway to the door before collapsing. 

Deep down, Sukuna knew that physical therapy was the logical choice that was in his best interest. But partaking in physical therapy meant admitting his vulnerability, it would be on display for everyone to see. The biker gang leader Sukuna was supposed to be invincible. He’s not supposed to lose. He can’t lose. What was he if he wasn’t the strongest?

“No person can beat a car going 40 mph at them,” you said softly. “Even the strongest.” 

“I don’t need your comfort,” Sukuna said, looking away. Still, you had said exactly what he needed to hear. “Fine, sign me up for physical therapy… I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to try.” 

For the first time, he sees you break into a smile. You look as if you won the lottery or someone just told you Santa was real or both. “How odd”, he thinks, “how can you smile so easily just from hearing those words?”

The first physical therapy session was challenging. When you touched Sukuna’s left leg to guide him through an exercise, he instinctively pushed you away, causing you to fall.

Sukuna opened his mouth to speak, but before he could say anything you apologized. “Sorry I didn’t ask for your permission for physical contact. I apologize if that made you uncomfortable. Here, let's try another exercise and I’ll be sure to avoid contact.” 

Sukuna begrudgingly followed through, but he was confused. Why did he open his mouth to speak? What was he going to say? Was he going to apologize for pushing you? Did he feel sorry? Did he not mind your touch?

The days that followed were a mix of reluctant cooperation and gruff acknowledgment. You continued to work with him, and your patience provided a stark contrast to his abrasive demeanor.

He grumbled through physical therapy, the exercises painstaking and his pride wounded. But as days turned into weeks, he began to see the value in your persistence. Your care wasn’t just about the job; it was about his well-being. Even though he was too proud to admit it, Sukuna respected your dedication to even an asshole like him.

One evening, after another grueling therapy session, Sukuna caught you staying late, tending to his needs despite your shift ending hours ago.

“Why do you keep staying late?” he asked, curiously. “Don’t you have a life outside of this?”

You looked at him, a small smile playing on your lips. “Because someone has to make sure you don’t screw up your recovery.”

Sukuna’s gaze softened slightly. “You’re a pain, you know that?”

“And you’re not exactly a pleasure to be around,” you retorted playfully. 

One afternoon, an author visited the hospital to read a picture book about a bunny. As you walked Sukuna back from his physical therapy session, you noticed him eyeing a display of bunny plushies set up for the event. He thinks of how the bunny sort of looks like you.

Noticing his interest, you teased him. “Want one of those bunny plushies? I could get one for you.”

Sukuna turned his head, trying to keep his usual stern expression, but there was a faint blush creeping up to the tips of his ears. He takes a moment to collect himself before giving you a deadpan look, though it was clear he was trying hard not to smile. “No, I don’t need a stuffed bunny.”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes internally. “Sure, whatever you say,” you retort. 

Later that day, as part of your routine, you brought Sukuna his usual apples for a snack. But today, you had taken a bit of extra time to cut ears into each apple slice so they look like rabbits. Although Sukuna’s pride wouldn’t allow him to keep a fluffy bunny plushie, hopefully he would accept the rabbit shaped apples.

You left the plate in his room while he napped. When Sukuna saw the apple bunnies, his face turned a deep share of red. “I thought I hid my interest in the rabbits well,” he muttered, abashedly.

His usual cool demeanor cracked, and he couldn’t hide his embarrassment. He stared at the apple bunnies, his eyes softening as he realized the effort you had put into them.

As Sukuna sat there on the hospital bed, munching on the apple bunnies, he couldn’t help but feel a strange mix of warmth and awkwardness. Sukuna found himself lost in thought as he munched on the apple slices shaped like little rabbits. He started imagining what it must have been like for you while you were preparing them. The cuts weren’t perfect—clearly an amateur’s attempt—but the effort you put into carving those bunny ears made Sukuna feel oddly touched.

He pictured you scrunching your nose in concentration, much like you did when guiding him through difficult physical therapy exercises. Or maybe you had a proud, toothy grin when you finished, similar to the one you wore when you beat him at whatever board game you guys were playing that day.

He looked at the remaining apple bunny slice on the plate and buried his blushing face in his hands. He just fell in love.

[gaslightgatekeepgirlbosscombat]

Group C, Round 1, Poll 6:

Propaganda under the cut

Amy Elliott Dunne

She literally faked her own murder and framed her husband for it I don’t know how you can gaslight gatekeep girlboss harder than that. -Made friends with a pregnant woman so she could steal her pee and fake a positive pregnancy test with it -Faked her own murder and framed her husband for it because he was cheating on her -Wrote an entire fake diary and half-burned it so it would look like her husband did it -Slowly drained her blood over days in order to make it look like there was a struggle -Slept with a guy and murdered him just as he finished to make it look like he assaulted her -Bought a bunch of shit on her husband’s credit cards and hid them in his sister’s house so it looked like he had a spending addiction -Have you ever heard of the cool girl rant? The rant where a woman talks about how there’s no such thing as a girl with interests they’re all just doing it for men? That was Amy. - She has a history of manipulating people and in high school made a girl look insane just because that girl was mildly better at something than her - Lied about getting rid of her husband’s sperm so she could impregnate herself with his kid so he’d stay with her because she’s kind of turned on by how much they hate each other - literally the first half of the book is her playing everyone (including the reader) because she knows her husband is such a piece of shit he won’t be able to help incriminating himself TL;DR Amy Elliott Dunne is the most gaslight gatekeep girlboss ever and I need everyone to know this

Harumi

Oo boy where to I start. She emotionally manipulates the main character and then uses his emotions against him to revive his dad but evil. She ran a biker gang/cult and only let her three top generals know who she was. She went to extreme measures to get what she wanted, including burning down her palace and killing her adoptive parents.

some of her greatest hits include: Gaslighing Garmadon into hating Lloyd (his son), Gatekeeping being Garmadon's Son (even though she's not related to him and also a girl), Girlbossing her way to becoming the leader of a terrorist group while also being the Princess of Ninjago. siccing the terrorist group on the royal family, killing the king and queen because she hated them and didn't wanna be princess anyways, she'd rather be the evil puppet master behind a necromanced figurehead dictator.

Harumi is such a girlboss shes an orphan and was adopted by the emperor and empress and then BLEW UP THE PALACE AND KILLED THEM and she resurrected lord garmadon (evil!!!) and runs a criminal org/biker gang also she had this relationship with Lloyd where she pretty much just manipulated him but other than that I support her evilness

"Okay so after an unfortunate tragic pass of her parents dying in a freak accident, she has dedicated her life in taking revenge on those who are even somewhat linked to their death. I'm talking, she manipulated her way into the royal family to get resources, starts a cult/gang worshiping one of the worst villains to ever hit the realms, and also completely plays with one of the ninja's feelings to get what she wants. Oh, yeah his feelings? She knew he had trauma, issues, just wanted to be loved, AND SHE USED THAT before leaving him to die on multiple occasions. She's also one of the few villains to actually win. Like she gets what she was aiming for, she wins. So yeah, Harumi is a girlboss."

[amrass]

Fanfiction updates and excerpts 06.16.24

Happy summer, everyone! The worst season lol. Late spring was intense and I'm still recovering, but we're experiencing a lot of nice rain, and I am engorging myself on coffee and books :)

I miiight open up for RDR2 oneshot requests sometime later this summer or early autumn, under a collection - or a fic at Ao3, most likely - called Barbwired Tumbleweed. So watch this space!  

As always, most of the fics underneath the cut are explicit and rather dark, with a focus on Morbell and Drisbell.

Main projects: 

Salt part 16+. Colm/Micah. Sugar daddy AU. Dark.

While carrying a large barrel of moonshine of his wiry, but considerably strong body, Toothpick paused beside Micah. He looked him over from head to toe, making him feel weirdly slimy.

"What do you want?" 

"Oh nothing, really. Just admiring Colm's taste, that's all."

"Not everyone can fuck their way to the top," Daniel commented, breaking the staring contest between them. Micah snarled at the implications, lighting himself a smoke and breathing like a dragon.

"That puts you two boys in the same boat, doesn't it? One boy for each brother. Oh, I like our bosses, I really, really do."

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The Lost and the Lethal part 3. Gen? Biker AU in the 90s.

"Listen," Hosea began. "Bringing back this bad stuff with Annabelle, it's obviously meant to antagonize you."

"Damn right it antagonizes me," Dutch muttered.

"Only if you let it," Hosea said, tone sharp until the Duke meowed in irritation. Hosea petted him and said, more quietly, "You're good at ignoring Arthur when he's had too much to drink, no matter how much crap he comes up with. Use some of that skill for this." 

"Hey," Arthur said, feeling less like a sergeant at arms sitting between the president and vice president of a biker club, and more like a kid dragged into the quarrel of his parents.

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These Days part 3. Arthur/Micah. Biker AU in the 00s.

He turned the water to its coldest setting. He'd done that often, before, so he didn't expect the dizziness when it came. Nearly falling, he grasped the wall to keep his balance. 

Legs shaking, he glared at the shower chair. 

"Fuck you," he said, and then laughed at himself for cursing a piece of furniture. The laughter was bitter, and he didn't let go off the wall. If shower chairs could gaze, this one did so somberly and purply. 

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Dragging a Dead Deer Up a Hill. Arthur/Micah. A sequel to Through the Wilderness. Micah is a bounty hunter, hunted by Arthur, who has survived TB through the method of artificial lung collapse. Dark.

"But I guess that was a while ago. Last time I saw you, I didn't think you'd pull through! All skin and bones now, but better than all blood and coughs. Is it true that they cut out one of your lungs? Leave it up to a creature like you to beat a thing that kills most men. Better men, some would say. Not me." 

Let that silver-tongued bastard talk. Let him stall the massacre in the saloon. Let him put fuel to Arthur's rage so it'll burn them both.

"My boys tell campfire stories about you, you know. They say you take the shape of a big black dog, lurking in the shadows, waiting for the scent of blood. Can you smell it right now? We're planning to do some hunting soon. We're real good at it, too, cause you've been picking off the boys who ain't worthy of following me."

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Slug. O'Driscoll Gang/Micah. Biker AU in the 80s. VERY DARK.

"Easy, baby," Toothpick says as if cutting the hair of a pet, not slicing up boxers. As soon as he steps back to look at his handiwork, Micah closes his thighs and pulls his knees to the side, hating to be exposed. The position remains awkward, all the duct tape on him leaving him in a sort of standing kneel rather than anything stable.

"Adorable." Toothpick puts the knife back in his boot. He begins toying with the waistline of the sweatpants, showing off the outline of an erection. Slowly, he reveals himself only to hide himself again, like he's teasing a lover with something wanted.

Cheeks burning, Micah wants to look away, but the tape keeps his head fixed in place. He's vaguely aware of Prince Albert piercings being a thing, but he's never seen one in person until now.

"You like it?" A step closer. Every muscle in Micah's body tenses. "It doesn't have to hurt," Toothpick croons. "Will it be your first? I like introducing boys to this very important part of life."

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LOL what an excerpt to end with ... Ngl Slug might be my best work. Anyway, that's it! I'll probably be working on these until autumn :)

Hope you're all are doing great!

[ingeniousmindoftune]

The Sextape , Part Three.

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“You keep fucking with that girl, Ez. She’s going to be the death of you.” Angel preached.

I couldn’t just let her slip through the cracks again. I did before, there was no way I was doing it again. I knew Rio was her husband, I also knew he was dangerous but I was just as dangerous. “I got you all backing me, right?” Angel shook his head, “You know you do. But remember, Y/N not your girl anymore. She’s a married woman now. Whom is only using you to get to her husband.” He turned up his beer, taking another sip.

“If he knew what he has, he wouldn’t of cheated in the first place,” I turned up my beer.

I met Y/N way back when, when she was in college and I was a prospect. Of course, she never knew what none of that shit was. All she knew I was in a biker gang, she never knew the cold, direct, violent and dangerous truths. Part of me didn’t think she would’ve stuck around if she knew the truth, so I left her. Something I regretted every day since. Placing the beer down on top of the table, I grabbed the darts. “I’m just not letting her go so easily this time,”

“Is she that damn good in bed, or what?” He shook his head. “She still got you hooked after all this time?”

Hooked wasn’t even close to how she had me feeling. Throwing the dart at the board, missing the center by an inch. “The sex is great, beyond great but that’s not what got me. Y/N, she’s different. I can’t describe it but she is. That’s all I’m saying. She’s never been anything but loyal, ambitious and driven. She’s never been easy. And that’s what I love about her. It took me a year just to get her attention back then, it took her car breaking down for me to get to her.”

“You mean, you taking a piece out of the car?”

I laughed. “Why you keep assuming I stooped that low?” He laughed shaking his head. “I don’t know man, you always been crazy about that girl.” Ez shook his head with a small laugh, turning up his beer again, I watched as Angel took his turn. It was good being back in town. Especially knowing that you had in fact moved back after so many years, and the last few nights with you been amazing, and I’m not talking about the hook ups, I’m talking about the hanging out and talking about old times. He never been one to care for Rio. They bumped heads since the first time they met. Long ago. So I knew why she picked me, I was familiar and Rio hated him.

“Speak of the devil, and he shall appear.” Angel spoke. I looked from the board and over in his direction trying to get a sense as to who he was talking about. Only to come face to face with Rio himself. In the flesh. The rest of the gang stood up, I waved them off. “I’m good,” Rio slightly smirked holding up his hand. “I didn’t come for a fight, just came to talk. I’m armed, so don’t give me a reason to shoot,” he folded his arms in front of him.

I sat on the stool, giving him my undivided attention. “Alright.” I tossed the dart at the board. “I’m listening, what you got to say to me?” He walked closer before stopping. “My wife. She’s off limits. Stay away from her, I’m not telling you again,” he threatened, “This time I come to you mellowed out, but next time, I won’t be so civilized.”

“I think you should be keeping your wife away from me, after all, she came to me.” I retorted.

He sucked his teeth, nodding his head slow. “Mm, I don’t care who came to who first. Y/N is mine. So this little charade you got going on with her, needs to be put to a end today. She’s had her fun. Now it’s done, Don’t let me find you near her, your boys won’t keep me off of you.” I laugh shaking my head. “I don’t need them to beat your ass,” He looked around the room. “Maybe, but I’m not talking ass beating. I’ll kill you if you do not stop sleeping around with my wife.” Angel steps up, “You’re not killing anyone, Rio.”

“You all really think I’m playing games with you, yeah?”

Don’t get me wrong. I knew Rio didn’t make empty threats, but I wasn’t staying away from her if God himself told me. Only way if I would be done with her is if she told me herself she didn’t want this- and as far as I’m concerned- she never told me no. “You think we playing games with you? Rio your threats do not hold weight here. Just remember who she was with long before you came in the picture, and the only reason you’re here is because you know, push come to shove… I’m taking back what’s rightfully mine.”

“She’s not some object, Dumb ass.”

Shaking my head, “Rio, there’s the door. See yourself out or I will gladly throw you out.” Rio gave him a long cold stare before turning on his heels, walking towards the exit, taking look back at him, he said one last thing. “Just remember, I warned you.” Walking out the bar, everyone went back to what they were doing. Including me. “Play me in pool.” I told Angel. Angel looked at me. “You need to give her up, this drama and heat not gonna be good for the gang. You might be a Patch now but still… you need to be cautious on what you do, and second we won’t be around all the time to keep him from putting two slugs in you.”

“If this was someone of your past, would you let her go that easy? Someone you shared history with. Someone you loved, someone you even had a kid with and could’ve had a family? Would you let all that go or would you take the second chance and make it something out of it.”

Angel brushed the side of his face. “She the one who?” Ez sighed and nodded. “Yeah, after the miscarriage our relationship just wasn’t the same and than with me being prospect and trying to prove myself and get answers. I knew I couldn’t be what she wanted or needed back then. Truth be told, I wish I would’ve tried harder. Maybe things would’ve been different. And he knows that she’ll come crawling back in a heartbeat. What we had was real.” Angel shook his head. “It’s been eight years. She’s not the same, she’s married and you all might have had something real but so does her and him.” Call me dumb, call me foolish. But if you had the chance to take back the one person that was right for you, wouldn’t you take it?

“Now, you know you can’t come in here with this on and than tell me you don’t want to fuck tonight,” I wrap my arms around her waist.

She wraps her arms around my neck, “I do. But just not right now, and I can cover up if you want me to.” She planted soft kisses on my lips, I lifted her up carrying her to the couch area of the new hotel room suite. It was either never the same hotel, or never the same suite. I wasn’t dumb. I’m sure he was probably parked right outside. Waiting. “Definitely not, baby. This purple looks so good on your skin, you know what they say, Purple means Royalty.”

“I have heard that, yes.” She smiled planting a soft kiss on my lips again. “I don’t know if I can keep this up though. This isn’t who I am. Sneaking around, cheating, shit like this. I was just supposed to be getting even. Now it feels like I’m dragging it.” I wasn’t trying to hear that, I know she had every right to feel the way she feels but, if it was me and she was doing this- I would never be able to just sit around and let her be with another man, I’ll take matters in my own hand.

But than again, rio wasn’t me.

“Y/n, you deserve the world and to be treated like a Queen. You shouldn’t have to be home worrying if your husband can’t keep his dick in his pants. Why on earth would you even settle for that?” I sighed deeply, lifting her up, she looked down at me. “Rio loves me, and I love him.” I didn’t want to hear no more about her and him, if he really cared, she wouldn’t be here right now.

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“You have a lot of nerve bringing your ass in my place of business. You have a habit of overstepping your boundaries, Beth.” I shoved my gun in her face, finger on the trigger. “You’ve caused a lot of problems. Problems I’m still picking up on, and fixing. You owe me twenty-five grand, you figure out how you’re going to pay it?” I stepped back from her leaning against the chair. She looked at me. “I’ll get you the money. But I need some time.”

I clicked my teeth. “Time is money. And seems you don’t have that. You don’t have time, I want my money Beth.”

“Can we make some type of deal? We always come to an understanding.” I chuckled hard. “Things are different now. And they will be from now on. We can make a deal once you give me my money, you can see yourself out.” Rio knew he had grown closer than he wanted for her, he knew that he liked Beth , but he wasn’t in love with her. Nah, it definitely wasn’t love. “I’m sorry about the other day. I didn’t mean to intrude but in my defense you had been ducking me for weeks.”

I shrugged. “And? I don’t owe you a damn thing. If I want to duck you for a year. That’s my business. Not yours. You broke the rule. You broke into MY home. That better not happen again, or it’ll be you in a body bag.”

“Rio, how was I supposed to know that you were married and you’re always checking up on me and doing random pop ups like I’m your property or something, why couldn’t I do the same?” Rio smacked his lip looking at her. “Beth, don’t get too high headed. I run this, I do what I say and when I say it. Whether I’m married or not, it’s not for you to know. We aren’t there. But so help me, if you ruined my marriage—” She laughs. “Me? You did that yourself by cheating on your wife! Several times if I might add.” I clenched my jawline. “It’s in your best interest to leave right now, Beth and let’s make this clear… You have One week to get me the money you owe me. Not two. ONE. Don’t make me hurt you, Beth.”

“Hey.” I looked over at her as she got into bed after doing her night routine.

She looked over at me. “Hi.” I sat up on the headboard, slightly slunched in the bed. She grabbed her papers to grade off the night stand, I took them from her. “We need to talk about you and Ezekiel.” She smacks her lips. “What’s there to talk about?”

“You know what’s to talk about. You think I’m just going to keep allowing this to go on. It was all fun and games in the beginning when you were just trying to get even but, that’s not going to happen again. If it do, I’ll kill him. And, I mean that, you and I both know I will not hesitate. So if you care about him, you’ll leave him.” I slightly lick my lips, looking her over. She wore nothing but her white robe. I pulled her in closer, “I let you play your game but enough is enough.” I look into her eyes. She looked into mine, “You hurt me.”

I nod my head. “I know,” I brush the back of my hand over her face. “And I’m sorry. We even now. I don’t want to see you with another man, I don’t know what I’ll do,”

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LOOKISM CHAPTER 389

•Sinu's back ~~~ And he's cooler than ever ~~~

• BIG DEAL IS SOMETHING THAT CAN BE SO PERSONAL

• My girl looks so good rn I'm gonna scream, cry and throw up

• Anyways so Mitsuki's dad was a piece of shit, womanizer, idler, child neglecter (basically Gapryong Kim in a nutshell lol) and she was the one who stepped up and revived casino Lucky after becoming Ceo

• OH AND SHE DESPISES MEN

• Vivi and Mitsuki besties... So true garbage really does belong together

• The timeline of the flashback is when the Club Vivi is being set up, and the underground Fighting Cage (where Sinu is being used) is already running.

• So Vivi is the one who brought Mitsuki to Korea and introduced her to Eugene, who then invited Mitsuki to watch the fighting as a VIP.

• Eugene calls Sinu pathetic for selling himself off for the street, his love and his men, not realising that MITSUKI HAS BECOME OBSESSED to the point she wants to buy Sinu... And Eugene, the devil's advocate that he is, agrees to sell his "object" only if Mitsuki is willing to run the Second Affiliate...

•honestly Eugene's nerd ass always reminds of a tarantula like so much evil in such a little container

• Whenever Sinu appears I start quivering either from the sadness or for the ahem horny

• MITSUKI IS NOT A GIRLBOSS LMAOOO like miss ma'am you're rich enough to afford therapy, and yet you're resolving your daddy issues by drugging and gaslighting an innocent man who just said he isn't interested to make sacrifices for you? (UNDERSTANBLY SO BECAUSE YOU'RE STRANGERS AND YOUR NASTY ASS IS MAKING HIM FIGHT TO DEATH JUST TO FEEL SOMETHING EVERY PASSING DAY)

• Like no matter how horrible a parent was to you, it doesn't give you the right to be horrible to someone else... JUST LOOK AT JAKE. Same daddy issues. Same disgust for men. Same experience of being touched by Sinu's "romance"... But did we see him go around asking Sinu to fight with random dudes one fine Tuesday morning to prove his "sacrifice"???

• I'M SHAKING??? SHE REALLY PRETENDED TO BE YEONHUI AND SAID JAKE IS DEAD, AND ONLY SINU WAS LEFT IN BIG DEAL... AND CREATED A FALSE STREET, GOT EUGENE TO ACCELERATE SINU'S DRUGGING SO THAT HE COULDN'T REMEMBER, AND PERSUADED HIM TO PROTECT HER

•Are we talking about Lee Jinho/244 cuz Eugene mentioned a Drug Genius...

•idk i feel like she could actually #MakeHimWorse... Like girl YOU'RE CALLED HIME BECAUSE OF YOUR BEAUTY AND BRAINS... and yet you're on your knees??? GET UP AND GO TO WORK PLEASE

• he's so fine omg my head hurts

• so I told you all there' a HIGH POSSIBILITY that shiro oni and warai oni have come across each other right??? I think we just got a lookism and htf crossover (Nomen's uniform is similar to that of the gang Seongjoon took control of, and they're both notorious biker gangs from Kanto region)

• UMMM so I thought Xiaolung and Jerry were SIMPS but looks like the SIMP OLYMPICS has a rising contender : NOMEN lmaooo

•So Ruyhei (aka Kagiroi president aka Ranger Dog aka Nomen) left his position of the president of a gang that took over Kanto region from the freaking Yakuza to move to Korea for a girl who... lol nvm everybody point and laugh

• "WHO MADE HER CRY" how tf are we supposed to know take a guess???

• Also Jake wants to bring Mitsuki to Daniel because he promised him to do whatever he wants if Daniel lets him meet Sinu... And Daniel wanted to take her to the some President (most probably Steve Hong?)

• JAKE SAID HE'S NOT GONNA LOSE HIS FAMILY ANYMORE

•"HOWEVER... DESPITE ALL OF THAT... THERE'S NO ROMANCE" mic drop sinu let's gooo

• felt some chills cuz cap guy, mandeok, samuel are on their way to the second affiliate with eugene who probably keeps around a few terrorist organisations as pets... J-HIGH, HOSTEL, BIG DEAL PLZ GET OUT NOW

•kinda curious about the outcome of the fight between Zack and Kenta damn

• in conclusion big storm coming next week : lovers reunited after the korean war Vs. SIMP super ultra pro max hd

[the-soliloquies-of-sadists]

#246

“Here boy. I know who and what you are. Do you know who I am?… Liar. You’re a faggot liar. Yes you do. You have been drooling over me for weeks now. Follow me. I got us a room at the motel next door….

“The regulars here at the diner don’t care that I prefer fucking faggots like you over broads. I just don’t broadcast it like you do. I’ve seen you talking to some of the boys I have fucked. You know I have a big dick and that I pile drive boy cunt.

“I’ve seen you in the parking lot. You watch the guys like me going into the bookstore across the lot. You want to follow them in, but the bookstore won’t let you. They know you’re underage. Until today. Now you are legal to fuck. Yeah, I know your 18th birthday is today. I know a lot of things about you. I know you cruise the bookstore, and the bathroom the bar shares with the diner. I know you are finishing up at high school.

“Here’s our room. I fuck the owner and he let’s me use a secluded empty room whenever I need. So, you can scream when I tear up your cunt. Having a big dick has many many many advantages. I need to let off some steam from a long day on the farm. Get naked, I’m gonna get the ropes out. My reputation is well known that I am a twisted fucker. Hell my conquests told you the such, and yet you came with me here.

“Always remember this, I am always in control of everything. Right now, that includes you. Naked. And then get on your knees and face me. See, it’s natural for you to follow orders. And where’s your phone?… Hand it to me…. Continue stripping. Well,… You’re kinda scrawny. You’ve never worked a hard day at anything, and it shows. Damn your pecker is tiny. That’s the way I like it. My cock is fucking huge, and you need to realize your place is on your knees in front of real men. You will never be a real man. You do know that, right?…

“You know what I want you to do. I want you to beg me to fuck you. I want you to beg me to brutalize your cunt. And while you are begging me and degrading and humiliating yourself, I will be jacking off to you. Having a big dick requires a little extra tugging to get hard. I know you wouldn’t know anything about that. You are too focused on your cunt. And call it a cunt a number of times, especially when you are fingering it. I want you to tell me that you need for me to rape you. Your goal is to degrade yourself. Tell me how much of a faggot you are. And focus on your tiny clit there. Tell me how you envy any real man with a real sized dick. And the thing I need for you to beg me to rape you—not have sex, not make love—rape. Use that word often.

“Here look up at me, at your phone. Thanks for letting me use your face to unlock it. I will be recording this on your phone. I want you to have a record of how low you are. I want you to watch this every morning as you are about to jack off at home. Speaking of jacking off, I should take my cock out for you. Damn, even totally limp, it’s way bigger than yours hard.

“You have three minutes to fully degrade yourself. Go!…

“…That’s time. Ok. See how big you got me? The full nine and a half inch dick, ready to rape the hell out of you. Crawl over here and blow me, but first put on this blindfold. I don’t want you to see anything. Good, now show me how good you are as a faggot cocksucker. Throat me to the nut. Put as much spit on it as you can. That’s pretty much the lube I will be using to tear your cunt up. Maybe if you are good, I will use some spit on the cunt. Take your time, but throat me. Get into it faggot. I’m gonna chill here… Open that fucking throat… Gag on that monster….

“You really are pathetic. Get your ass on the bed, face down. Need to tie you down. What? Now you want out? Aww hell the fuck no. I said on the fucking bed. Ok. You really want this to be a rape don’t you? Look I know my way around ropes and tying up livestock. I do work in a farm, and I am a part of the local rodeo. Calling out for help ain’t going to help.

“And, I sent myself a copy of that video where you are begging me to rape you and to show you no mercy. Nobody will believe you. Just a few more seconds, and there! You ain’t going nowhere now. You are going to be in that position for some time. Your cunt is on display, ready to be mounted.

“But first, I’m going to fuckin’ welt you up. I got my son’s belt here; mine doesn’t move through the air as nicely as his, and besides I’m still wearing mine. You don’t even deserve me stripping for you. When it comes to whipping, I don’t stop to let you recover.

“Being your birthday, It’s eighteen strokes in a row. Start your fucking screaming now. One, two, three,… louder fucker, you deserve every one of these strokes… Eight, nine, ten,… I can already see the welts forming. Oh yeah, bright red cheeks get me leaking. When I hit number twenty-five, I’m going right to the root whether or not you are ready. And it’s not going to take me very long to nut in you. Fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, and… eighteen.

“Quit your crying faggot. Here, bite down on my son’s belt. You really have me leaking here. And… all the way in. Fuck yes! This cunt hasn’t been fucked much, has it? Stop your screaming, I asked you a fucking question. You get fucked much?… No?… Wait, that was a cherry pop? Oh fuck yeah. I’m close to giving you some cream to go on your cherry pie. Oh yeah. Fuck. Take it bitch. Feel my load fill you up. Faggot.

“That’s what you have to look forward to for the next few days. Oh man, fuck. I’m gonna lay here for a while. Watch your head, my cigar is only an inch or two from your cheek. I don’t want to brand you,… well at least not yet. Let go of the belt. Holy shit. You really did bite down hard. I can’t wait to give this back to him and tell him how the teethmarks came about.

“Oh yeah, he knows I’m gay. He doesn’t care. He’s totally straight, and I mean totally straight. Now just lay there; you ain’t going anywhere. But I want you to hear this. Yeah, I kept my sex life away from him until one day when he walked in on me fisting his math teacher, Mr. Gunter.

“Oh yeah, he goes to the same high school as you. He too is ready to graduate. You know him, oh yes you do. You’ve been texting him all year, ever since he transferred to your school. You were not very nice to him. In fact, you and a few of your friends beat him up. And what reason did you have for giving him a black eye?… Don’t remember? You called him a faggot. You told your friends that he hit on you in gym class. Talk about projecting.

“When he came home suspended for fighting and with a black eye, I wanted details. He gave me your name and showed me your pic in the yearbook. And wouldn’t you know, I recognized you from your attempted bookstore runs. A week later you start hanging around the diner. You couldn’t get into the bar area, but you sat every Friday afternoon in that same spot in my line of vision, pretending to read that book while groping yourself. So subtle.

“I had your background run by a this cop I regularly fuck. He told me a shitload about you. He’s the one that informed the bookstore across the street that you were underage. There’s a boy—a year older than you—that I fuck who is a Facebook friend of yours showed me your wall. I got to go through every word you wrote while he was giving me head. And unlike you, he knows how to deep throat. Again, having a big dick has its advantages.

“And about that time, you and my son were suspended, you posted a viral video of a bullied kid getting revenge on the bully by sleeping with the bully’s mom. And your comment was something like, ‘Best served cold.’

“Funny thing is, I’m out. While I don’t broadcast it in this tiny town, but I don’t hide it. My son and ex-wife know. The ranch I work at knows. Hell, the main reason how I got the job was that I fucked the owner and told him that I was looking for a job. The guys at the bar all know. So how were you going to humiliate my son? He probably would say, ‘He fucked you? You ain’t the first, you won’t be the last.’ or something like that.

“So, what’s happening next for you? Certainly not humiliating my son. No, for you, I have plans. I’m gonna fuck you again. I’ll leave you tied up. The motel is going to get full later on tonight, mostly truckers. I’ve let the motel owner and the guy that works the bookstore that you are here ready for all horny truckers.

“Tomorrow, I’m going to pass you over to this biker club one of my friends is a member of. He already set up something really nasty for you. The gang already knows what a piece of shit you are. They can’t wait to get their hands on you, and I can’t wait to hear all about it. By the end of the weekend, your cunt will be destroyed. I will give you two black eyes to make up for the one you gave my boy. Most likely your hair will be removed. You are going to be beaten. Hell, my cop buddy is a former boxer. He’s going to string you up and use you as a punching bag.

“And in the end,… I will decide if you keep your balls. Wow. That’s the first time you have flinched while lying under me. Aw, shut up. I work with livestock every day. I know how to castrate a bull. I haven’t decided about you. Just keep that in mind throughout the weekend. You complain or resist, your balls will be in jeopardy.

“You probably won’t see much of me. But I will you. I have it arranged to have it all filmed for me. I expect to see a cum hungry faggot whore knowing his place of being used by real men. Your balls will depend on it. For me, I’m going to be with my son doing dad things.

“And I don’t plan on letting him in to the fact that you are a faggot whore lookin to get raped seeing, he already knows. How do I know? I text him, while you were trying to give me head. I wrote, from your phone, ‘I have to get this off my chest. I am a faggot whore. I can’t live in the closet anymore. Please share this video.’

“Then I sent him your video. While you are going to be in a living hell for the next four days, you won’t be able to stop him or anyone from finding out. This is how I want it. As I said before, I am always in control of everything. Oh, and happy birthday.”

[ill-heart]

Brothers of Anarchy (a Jalim motorbike and leather UA)

As I promised before, here it comes, my Sons of Anarchy UA for Jason and Salim! Even if you don't know the serie (which is a great one, you should watched it), you can read it with your eyes closed. The references are like... almost inexistent? It's mostly about motorbike and clubs.

Again, thanks to @kolchekyourweapons who inspired this monster. Gosh, I finished it but I'm sure I will get back to it soon... Maybe there will be a collection of stories, maybe.

For now, enjoy the beast!

Summary: Jason is a biker in the well-known Semper Fi Motorcycle Club, a club which saved him from hell. He likes the club, he likes his buddy but there's still something missing in his life. Someone, more precisely, and maybe the club can offers him that too.

Pairing: Jason Kolchek/Salim Othman

Words: ~ 7 k

Chapters: 1/1

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The garage smelled the men’s sweat and a mixed of copper and iron, with a small touch of dust in the air. It was messy, full of pieces of machinery and tools, however everyone who worked here was always able to find what they needed. An outsider couldn’t, but there none of them were allowed in this sanctuary. Only Semper Fi’s members and their friends could walk into this big room, where motorbikes and cars could be repaired by precises hands. Some of their chicks liked to come in here, because they enjoyed observing their partners’ work or just because it made them wet.

Jason couldn’t blame them, he always felt safe and comfortable in this garage. And the club, the Semper Fi’s gang, was everything he had in this shitty life of his. For sure, it wasn’t easy every day, but he wouldn’t trade any of it for anything; not even for all the world’s gold. As he crawled under an old bike, face’s covered with engine oil, he let his thoughts took him years ago. Years before he found this piece of Heaven.

Life at the farm was hard, and his mother didn’t make it easier for his sister and him. Bitter and obsessed with faith, she left her children alone for hours, even for days, just so she could do her sermons on the street or at the local church. And when she came home… Jason’s hands tightened on his screwdriver, she accused her own flesh and blood to be unworthy. Her fingers weren’t made for hugs and caresses, they were for slaps and punishments. Her cold heart locked Mels and him into the cellar for stupid things. If they didn’t feed the animals properly? Cellar. If Mels talked to much about a guy at school? Cellar. If Jason showed any sign of rebellion? Cellar again. Sometimes, she liked to beat them; not as much as people thought, yet it was enough for the kids to run away. Oh, they tried so many times to escaped this hell, but no one helped them. Their mother was respected and for everyone’s mouth blamed the children. Bullshit.

When Jason finally grew eighteen, he fled the farm and ended in this city; Charming it was called. It wasn’t a big one, nor a small one; more like gap between sprawling cities and obscurantism villages. Charming it was, indeed. They got their own cinema, four or five pretty goods diners, three schools, two campus and universities and one big hospital. Lot of families established around it, seduced by the name and the publicity. Not a perfect town, but no one was.

The young man didn’t think he would stick around when he first came here. He stayed because he hadn’t any plans nor friends and fell into drugs very quickly. With his sister still stuck at his childhood’s home, his loneliness took over him. What a wreck he was back then: always angry, always violent; in life but also in bed. He hurt so many hearts and faces, made so many eyes cried and had debt with every dealer in town. The cops knew him well; some of them were nice, others liked to arrest him and mock him. Then, someone offered him a hand. Jed. The International President of the Semper Fi Motorcycle Club helped this poor soul of his, gave him a job, a purpose, and a family. One he could really rely on.

“What ya doin’ big bro of mine?” The screwdriver almost escaped his fingers as his whole body jumped in surprise. For fuck sake, Mels! He groaned then looked upon the bike, where his sister gazed at him with amused eyes. “Mels, really?! I’m workin’ here.”

“Nothin’ can’t stop me to annoy my big bro.” She answered before she kneeled and watched the damage on the bike. “It’s Clarice Strokes’s bike, na?”

As curious as always. Jason rolled his eyes then smiled as he took a closer look at Mels’s face.

When he wanted to become Jed club’s member, the old man proposed to find his sister and protect her from their mother. Jason haven’t thought about this selfless idea too much; he said yes. And so there she was, safe and sound, at his side. Women couldn’t join the club, but they could be shield by one of them. So, when Mels started working at the bar owned by the gang, no one laid dirty hands on her. Not a single man, nor their mother. Jed kept his promise and Jason’s couldn’t thank him enough for it. God knew how bad they could have turned without him and his club.

The young biker nodded then sighed. He was a naughty grin spread on his sister’s lips. “When are ya gonna make her yar old lady?”

“Never.” He growled abruptly before Mels laugh filled the garage. “Hey, she’s waitin’ for ya to make a move.”

“Well, she can wait. I ain’t interest with romance and… Those stupid things.”

His youngest leaned closer then asked, with bantered pupils: “Ya just want a hole to fuck from time to time?”

“Yeah, exactly.” His lips hissed with annoyance. “So shut the fuck up and let me work.” Mels sticked her tongue out, and when Jason thought, she was done tormenting him, her hands grabbed his cap and she stormed out of the garage, laughing. “Ya should treat ya ladies better, asshole!”

“Get back here, ya lil’ punk!” He tried to get up, but the motorcycle grumbled at him and started shaking. Jason had to hold the damn thing by the wheel so it wouldn’t crush him. Many insults came out his mouth as he gesticulated under the big and beautiful machinery, then he heard someone’s coming in.

In a blink of an eye, he recognized his best friend, Nick whose voice seemed confused. “Why was your sister laughing with your cap between her fingers?”

Yeah… It’s fucking worth it, the young man thought as he chased her sibling into the bar. Even if he couldn't be himself in every domain, here felt like Heaven.

“Ya don’t want to know!” He finally escaped the bike embraced and rushed outside. Jason spotted the little monster before the bar and run behind her. Mels giggled and he couldn’t help but smiled; his life was definitely better here, with the Semper Fi. Even if it wasn’t what he expected, it made her littler sister laughed and so it was worth it.

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“Why do you have to see him this time?” Nick questioned with an eyebrow raised.

They have crossed the whole city at least twice today, thanks to Jed’s worries about their rival’s action. Jason didn’t mind those rides, especially when he was sent with his best-friend. He wouldn’t like no one else than Nick to kick some ass with him. They joined the club the same day and enjoyed each other’s presence since then. Both of them protected the other, and they also liked same alcohols and movies. One of the few things that separated them, was their taste in women.

Nicky fancied older ladies, blond or ginger with a fearless temper. Ya seemed to enjoy when a woman gets bossy with ya in bed, Jason joked about his friend’s fondness at least one per week. And so his friend struck back with the whole Clarice’s situation.

She was a gorgeous lady, with the perfect amount of ripeness and this damn hot spicy temper. Before Jason, she fucked another member of the club, Joey. Everyone thought she would become his old lady, but the poor man was shot one year ago by their rival’s gang. He died on the spot, and after weeks of grieving and drinking, Clarice and Jason became closer. They fucked once, because they were both drunk, then again, and again. Other members noticed and were now rooting for them. They gave them wink, and endless innuendo in hope they would end up together soon. Urgh, I ain’t needed an old lady.

Even though, he enjoyed fucking with Clarice it didn’t feel… Well, he didn’t love her that way. This woman was more like a sex-friend, so were all the woman he lured to his bed. Jason never felt anything for them, because he…

A sweet breeze made him shivering as he rode down his precious bike. The sun reigned on the sky today, and the nice weather watched over Charming. Nick sighed then looked around them. The area was mostly empty, despite the kind wind kissing buildings and trees. Most of the people were at their work, just like the man Jason came here to see.

In front of the two Semper Fi’s member, stood the Cat’s library. A simple establishment owned by a sweet man called Salim Othman. He was an immigrant, just like his son, and settled in the city three years ago. At first, Jason didn’t like him, nor trust him because of… Well, the biker blushed, ‘cause he was a foreigner. But when Mels started hanging with the man’s son, he was forced to reconsider his prejudices; because Salim Othman was one of the best people he met in this town. He had a strict side, balanced with an open-mind and a naughty habit of cynical jokes. He never yelled, always talked softly, and calmed most of the arguments he was involved in; at least, if the fuckers annoying him weren’t too bastard with him. And when they pushed it too far, Salim beat the shit out of them.

Jason saw him fight once, and… Fuck, Salim is so hot when he kicks ass.

Now, the younger man found himself hanging into his library for hours, just so he could enjoy the man’s sweet behavior and infinite knowledge about books. He got it from his son, as he repeated it all day. Zain is all I have left in this world. His boy didn’t seem to realize, but his father was a fucking good man. For him, who lost his father and was punished by his mother’s hands all day, Salim felt like a proper dad. Not perfect but still trying his best for Zain and it was enough for Jason.

“Ya can go, I might stay here for a while.” He finally confessed to his friend, who sighed again. “When did you become such a sucker for old books?”

“Hey, every man has his secrets, Nicky.” Jason narrowed his eyes, then gently punched his shoulder. “And ya can’t force me to answer.”

“Na, it’s true. But be careful though…” The American put his arm around his friend’s shoulders. “You don’t want to be caught reading porn in here.”

Without any delicacy, Jason pushed him away and groaned despitefully. “Hey, it ain’t ‘cause I’m enjoyin’ sex that I think about it all day. Really, ya and Mels should get laid!”

Nicky smiled, and his friend knew what he was about to say before the words even left his mouth. “I pegged Rachel earlier, you know, when you weren’t looking.”

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure she’s the one peggin’ ya.” His friend answered with a mysterious glare, then got on his own motorcycle again. “Spoilers.” He greeted Jason then started the engine. The bike loudly purred in the street, then drove his owner away as Jason adjusted his leather on his body and his cap on his head. God, he felt gorgeous in these clothes.

He gazed at his motorbike, rested his hand on the black and lustrated wheel, then murmured softly: “Don’t worry, I ain’t goin’ too far.” The vehicle answered with silence, but Jason took it as encouragement and so he finally let go. “Yeah, ya right. He’s waitin’ for me… I guess.” Jason shrugged his shoulders and entered the Cat’s Library, smile spreading on his pink lips.

The smell of plants and books overwhelmed him the moment he opened the front door. The place was sightly decorated, full of shelf and bookcase cracking under the weight of hundreds of books. Each part of the place seemed well organized; each book rightly categorized by skilled hands. Four plants were suspended from the ceiling and gave an irresistible charm to the library. Walls were repainted in beige and brown tone, and a soft music ran through Jason’s ears as he gazed at the beauty of the shop. Sometimes, he felt like the forest found him and invaded the library to comfort him. It reminded him the nature surrounded his father’s farm, and the games he played with Mels for hours when they were younger.

He liked being in here, if though reading wasn’t something he enjoyed doing. He read books once, but only for his sister before they both sleep in their tiny room. Mels could listened fairytales stories for days if he was the one narrated it. But they weren’t children anymore, and his youngest didn’t need foolish stories to dream about a better life. She lived it, with him by his side.

Footsteps at the back of the library banished the thought, and soon enough the owner of it appeared, an enormous pile of books resting on his arms. “Oh…” A smile spread on his mouth as he recognized Jason. “Seems like I won’t get bored today after all.”

Instantly, Jason rushed to him and took some of his volumes. Lucky him, Mels wasn’t there to mock him with a cynical comment as such as “What a gentleman”. He would have looked daggers at her, and she would have replied something smart; but mostly embarrassing. “I can give ya a hand, if ya need.”

A spark of amusement lightened in the librarian eyes, as he leaned closer. “What a gentleman, I thought bikers were more like… Big bad boys?”

Jason answered with an aggressive moan, but it didn’t change his mind. He kept the books between his arms, holding them with as much gentleness as he could, then followed the man on the alleys. Mels is coming here to often, she's infecting him with her stupid jokes, goddamn it. As he cursed his little sister for her chaotic behavior, Salim started putting books in the different shelfs, eyes on his friend. “You’ve just missed Zain.” The Iraqi said softly.

“Really?” The biker sighed before his pupils gazed at the windows of the library. Salim’s son admired him, and the whole club. Everyone knew he wanted to become part of it too, but Jed… Well, the laws of the club forbidden it. Zain wasn’t… Jason nervously shrugged his shoulders as he felt the weight in his arms disappearing. “I’m sure he’s gonna han’ out with my sis’.”

“I don’t know. He left the library with such a…” The older man sighed then looked away, suddenly ashamed of his behavior. “I’m sorry, I know the club don’t care about it.”

“I care.” Jason answered without hesitation, but when he saw his friend’s cheeks coloring with red, he started regretting his impulsivity. “I mean… Fuck.” Now, he was blushing too, and his beloved cap didn’t hide it enough at his taste. Real’ smooth, Jason. Real’ smooth. “What I wanted to say was… Hm… Zain is Mels’s friend, and the friends of our family are just like… Family?” Fuck, it was miserable. He cursed again, despite his cap and leather, Jason felt like he was naked in front of Salim.

“Jason, that’s…” Before the librarian could answered properly, Jason’s ears caught the throbbing of motorbikes; too many of them. His eyebrows frowned, he looked through the windows again and saw… Guns. “Salim!”

In a blink of an eye, Jason threw himself on the other man and made them both fall on the ground. The moment their bodies touched the wooden floor, the shooting started. Outside, bikers with guns drowned the library under sustained shots. A scared whining escaped Salim mouth as he covered his ears and stayed still on the ground. Jason shielded him with his own body, eyes closed as his thoughts raced in his mind.

And when the shooting finally stopped, he jumped on his feet and rushed outside the library. But the assailants were already leaving, riding their monstruous bikes to the horizon. Although Jason was fast enough to recognized the emblem on the back of their leathers. Chinese. His teeth grounded as he yelled furiously: “Bastards!” His scream was devoured by the roar of the bikes then he ran into the library to check on Salim.

The man skin was red, some shard of the window glass cut his face but nothing deadly. Not a single bullet hurt him, however his eyes were full of suffering. Around him, broken shelfs, ripped open books and terracotta mixed with dirt and plants. The library was ruined.

“I couldn’t…” Salim’s pain transformed into pure rage as he cried fiercely, “Some of those books’ edition worth three months of pay!”

Jason drawn himself closer to his friend, worries dancing in his gaze. “Salim are ya alri…”

“It’s not important! Look at the mess they made!” The biker’s skin shivered as the older man started collecting books with hurry. Salim, despite not belonging to any club, was an impressive man; strong and stubborn who put his librarian well-care before his. Passionate. This part of him… It was impossible for Jason to stay indifferent about it.

“Careful here, ‘ll give ya a hand.” He said before putting his fingers upon his friend’s. The Iraqi seemed so calm down, then sighed desperately as he looked the damages. “Who was it?”

“Chinese.” Jason answered quickly before he raised his eyebrows with confusion. “But I ain’t understandin’ shit. Jed made a deal with them, months ago, we’re supposed to be allies. So why are they attackin' us?”

At his side, Salim’s face darkened. “Could it be… By Allah… I hope it’s not Zain’s fault.”

“Why would it be?”

The older man rubbed his temples, obviously tired and overrun. “You know how much he wanted to join the Semper Fi’s club… And he… He is acting strangely since he had that conversation with Jed.” Jason’s eyes lowered as he remembered that day. The day his President almost beat the shit out of Zain because he didn’t understand why he couldn’t join the club. How could he? Jason thought sadly, we crushed this boy’s dream with harsh words. The biker stayed in touch with the boy, just like his sister did but maybe… The trail of his thought was interrupted by the librarian’s flickering voice. “I fear he got himself into troubles to prove his worth.” Salim eyes wide opened as he put a shaky hand on his mouth, tears at the edge of his hand. “By Allah, if something happened to him…”

“Hey, hey… Calm down, Salim.” Jason held his friend’s shoulders between his hands and looked at him deeply. “I will ask Nick and Eddie to watch over the library, okay? In the meantime, Merwin will escort ya home and I will search for yer boy. Got it?”

After a heavy silence, during which Salim watched over the ripped books and the mess made by the bikers, he finally looked at Jason again. “I can’t let you search for Zain alone. He is my son, Jason.”

“Yeah, he is. And if those bastards want to make Zain pay for anything, they’ll come after ya too. They almost shot ya here, so the best thin’ ya can do for yer son… Is to wait at home. Okay?”

In the older man’s eyes, Jason saw worries, reason, and deep fear fighting. He looked at his teeth biting his lips and his fingers strengthened on his shirt. “I…” He closed his mouth then nodded, but the biker knew he felt useless. “Don’t worry, Sal’… I’ll find yer boy and send it back to ya.”

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Waiting for Nick, Merwin and Eddie seemed like an eternity. By the time they got in the library, the cops were already there and harassing Salim with all kinds of questions. Most of them laid distrustful eyes on the bikers, but Eddie and Nick convincing them and so they could stay. Eddie was an old man and scholar man, always strict but polite with people. He liked poetry and even though children weren’t his cup of tea, most of the kids in the block loved his stories. He could become goofy and playful with them; perfect image of a loving grandfather. Just like Jed, adults trusted his words and cops easily yielded before his eloquence.

When the cops started questioning the neighborhood, Jason explained the whole situation with his friend. Of course, everyone worried about the attack and so Jed was called in an instant. Eddie took care of him, luckily for the three other bikers. No one calmed their President’s fury like the sixtieth man; not even his old lady.

Soon after the call, Jason promised Salim he would find his boy and vanished on the streets with his faithful bike.

He knew the boy’s habits, so he rushed into different places where Zain liked to chill alone or with Mels. The teenager was nowhere to be found, and so pure dread started invading Jason guts. Salim would never survive if something bad happened to his son, everyone at the club knew this simple fact. But when he feared the worst, he got a call from his sister. Her voice, devoid of amusement, ordered him to meet her at the old bridge. He knew which one it was before she even said the name.

In a matter of ten minutes, he managed to reach the bridge. Left unfinished years ago, when a stupid project for the aggrandizement of the town was abandoned. Jason knew the place by heart, for he came burying bodies and stroke some deal with others Semper Fi’s members and their rival gang.

The moment he put his crash helmet away, someone whistled in the distance. Mels. He whistled back and his sister appeared behind a dense bush with… Zain. Mels held his hand between her fingers, and gazed at surrounding area; obviously, she wanted to be sure her brother wasn’t followed. Jason’s fingers tightened on the gun he kept with him all the time, then he came closer to the teenagers.

“How did ya end up here?” He asked with worry.

“I borrowed Clarice’s bike.” As Jason’s lips twisted with disapproval, Mels added: “Yeah, I know it was dangerous and if somethin’ happened to it, I’ll pay.” He sighed then turned to face Zain. The boy carefully avoided his eyes, but the ex-junkie couldn’t let him get away. “Zain, what happened?”

Zain seemed to shrink then started shaking. “I… I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to…” Mels hugged him, tried her best to calm the anxiety rising in his voice and body, as Jason kneeled before the boy. “Yer dad is freakin’ out right now, and the Chinese’s gang destroyed the library so ya have to come clean with me, Zain.”

Most of the Semper Fi’s club would have shaken the boy or screamed at him, but not Jason; for he knew how stressful it already was for the Iraqi boy. He could never hurt a child nor a teenager. Never.

And after a moment of sobbing, Zain finally explained what happened. Last night, when he was brooding around the Chinese’s block, he heard them talking about betraying the other club. At first, he thought he might rush to the garage and tell the story, then he wondered if defending the club wouldn’t allow him to join it later. Zain returned home, prepared some Molotov cocktail, sneaked into the Chinese’s garage and threw it on every carelessly. Of course, he was spotted and since he yelled about defending the Semper’s Fi reputation… It escalated quickly. So the library’s just a warnin’.

“Shit.” Jason let out with worry.

“I’m… I’m sorry I shouldn’t have…” Zain started crying between Mels arms. Suddenly Jason pulled him closer and placed his hands on the boy’s cheeks. “Zain, what was fuckin’ brave. Stupid ‘cause goin’ on a mission like that without any back up could have get ya killed, but brave anyway.”

Salim’s son’s eyes lightened with admiration. Gosh, this kid ‘s really into me.

He wiped Zain’s tears then straightened up as Mels looked at the road. “What are we gonna do, Jason?”

“I’ll call Jed and we’re gonna go on a lockdown at the garage. ‘Cause I’m sure the Chinese won’t stop with Salim’s library.”

“Would have been good though.” His sister said bitterly.

“Okay, Mels ya take Zain with ya. I’ll escort ya to the garage right fuckin’ now.”

Brother and sister shook they head, and two bikes thrummed on the deserted roads.

۩๑ ๑۩

In less than two hours, every member’s family sat in the bar owned by the club. Jason talked to Jed then the President took Zain on their meeting room for one-to-one conversation. The biker did his best, so Jed wouldn’t be to hard on him, but this whole situation was so messed up… I’aint got damn a clue ‘bout what will happen next.

He looked for Salim in the different rooms, but when his path met Merwin’s without the Iraqi, Jason feared the worst. “Why… Dude, why aren’t ya with Salim?!”

“For fuck sake, Jason! He’s a man, he can handle himself. I’ve got a wife and a child to take care of right now.” On these words, Jason put his helmet and leather on then rushed outside. He found his bike, waiting for him in the parking, then rode to Salim’s place.

He lived in a peaceful area of Charming, in a small and simple house. For a father and his only son, it was enough. The owned a garden where Salim planted a lot of things, like pumpkins or strawberries, onions and carrots, etc. He was amazing at cooking, but frankly bad when it came to bakery. Jason didn’t complain though, for he liked to taste his friend’s culinary experience. It gave him some time to spare with the librarian and to admire the beauty of his smile, of his laughter but also of his tentative lips… Fuck, why am I thinkin’ ‘bout this right now?!

Jason shook his head and knocked at the door. “Salim?” Nobody answered. “Salim, ya there?” He knocked again then muted himself. For a moment, he stayed there before the front door. Suddenly, he hard something… Something like… A stifled cry! Without hesitation, he kicked down the door with his boots and rushed into the house.

“Jason!” There, in the living room, three men were holding Salim and trying to shut him out. Another one spotted Jason and when their eyes met, he took his gun aimed it at the librarian’s face. “One move and your friend here is dead.”

The biker put his arms up, and something heavy fell on his head. His legs weaken, his eyes closed, and unconscious took over him. Fuck… Salim… ‘M sorry.

۩๑ ๑۩

When his eyelids opened again, a terrible headache made him whined. The back of his head hurt, and he felt sick at the blurry world surrounding him. His hands were tied in his back, and his body had been carelessly thrown on a wet cellar. The place was dark, but a fin ray of light helped him examined the area.

After two, or maybe three, seconds adjusting to the obscurity, he saw a body laying at his side. “Salim!”

The other man seemed to awoke at his call, and their anxious gaze finally met. “Ja… Jason? Are you okay?” Salim managed to kneel and started looking at his friend’s features. “By Allah, they haven’t been kind with you…”

“Don’t worry ‘bout me, I’m fine.”

“No. No, you are not.” The Iraqi’s hands were tied like his, but it didn’t stop him from getting closer. “I’m… I am so sorry… If I had been more careful, they wouldn’t have…”

“Hey, Sal’… If it wasn’t ya, they would have kidnapped another person. So, let go of your bullshit, okay?”

Salim’s eyes widen in shock, but he finally nodded and fell on his butt, with low eyes and shivering body. A minute or two passed then a smile stretched his lips as he hummed with amusement: “I never thought you could be so… Bossy.”

Jason’s tongue slammed against his teeth, before he nervously asked: “Got a problem with it?”

The older man giggled and answered with a strange light dancing in his eyes: “No… Quite the contrary, if I can be honest.”

Fuck, Jason thought as he felt his cheeks and ears blushing, is he flirtin’ with me right now? Before he could guess an answer, Salim’s grin faded, and worry replaced amusement in his gaze. “I… I just hope they didn’t find Zain…”

“No, don’t worry, I found him!”

“Really?” Salim’s asked as hope shook his whole body. “Is my boy safe?”

“Yeah… Mels and I took him to the garage. The club will protect yer son now.”

A sigh of relief escaped the Iraqi’s mouth as tension left his muscles and shoulders. He seemed to relax at Jason’s side, even though he was still tied in their enemies’ cellar. “When… When my wife left us…” Salim confessed while looking at the cold floor. “I believed I would let myself drowned into sorrow… But Zain was… Zain did everything he could to make my smile, and to make me proud of him. I don’t know what I would have become without him, without my precious son.”

Jason’s heart started racing in his chest as he leaned closer. He touched Salim’s shoulder with his and smile softly. “Ya raised a courageous boy, Salim.”

“Thanks, Jason, I… I wasn’t a good parent, I know, but he… By Allah, he gave me the strength to fight and live for him.”

Just like Mels did for me back then. Jason smiled then Salim put his temples against the biker’s shoulder. “Do you think we’re going to die?” He asked casually, like he wasn’t bother by the idea of dying now.

“No, the club will come for us.”

“Yes but… I don’t…”

“Hey, Salim, listened to me.” Jason glanced at his friend’s round face, took a deep breath to find courage then asked in a hurry: “Did ya ever… Did ya ever ride a bike?”

The older man’s answered with a confused look. “I don’t… No… No, I didn’t.”

“Then, let me say somethin’ to ya… When we’ll get out of here, and we will, I’ll take ya on a lil’ trip. How’s that sound?”

“I…” In the darkness, the ex-junkie saw his friend’s ears flushed. “I thought only old ladies could ride a bike with you…”

“I don’t fuckin’ care. I don’t want a fuckin’ old lady in my life. I just want…”

I just want you. But before he could confess his love, the one that made him craved from Salim’s presence at his side, shooting started echoing upon their head. ‘Must be the Jed and Nick…

He heard Chinese’s mumbling and screaming through the shots, then he recognized Nicky’s voice yelling at the men. A Chinese biker stormed on the cellar, eyes filled with fears as he jumped on Jason’s and put him on his feet. “Jason!” Salim tried to stop their opponent, but the man punched his forehead with his feet and aimed his gun at Jason’s temples. “You’ll get me out of here, and maybe I’ll spare your life.” The sharp voice ran through his mind, made him shivered as he watched over Salim. “’Kay! ‘Kay, I will! But only if ya left Salim alone.”

“Jason, no!”

But the afraid Chinese biker already pulled himself and Jason back to the light. And despite the shooting, his friends and enemies screams, Jason could only hear Salim’s desperate yells for him.

۩๑ ๑۩

More than once, Jason feared the shaking hand of his kidnapper would press the trigger. He felt his heart racing and his nails cutting his palm as they got out of the house. Nick and Jed watched him, guns raised in the Chinese man’s direction, but none of them wanted to risk Jason’s life with a bullet.

The biker was pulled into a car, the man opened the cuff and ordered him to drive them both away. When he gazed at the house, the one he was locked in before, he saw Salim trying to rush after him and his best friend holding the librarian by the shoulders.

He drove for an hour, maybe two, until the man at his side relaxed a little. Then he was violently tossed out of the car by the Chinese. He almost broke a leg, however some god might have watched over him because he only got small cuts and wounds. Nothing deadly.

As the night fell on the big and empty road, Jason walked back for hundred miles. The fatigue viciously whispered to his ear, told him to rest at the side of the road but he kept going. The Chinese biker could return for him after all, he could regret letting him go alive and search for him. He could shoot him like an animal, so Jason hurried himself.

He walked for hours in the cold, until a van appeared on the horizon. From the distance, he recognized Eddie behind the wheel and Nicky at his side. Fuck, they’re here. His friend rushed to him, and Jason collapsed into his arms.

۩๑ ๑۩

Jed took a good care of these Chinese liars. There was a blood bath in the Chinese’s block, but it couldn’t have been otherwise. Many men died, two of their prospects but mostly men of the other club. No one else was hurt in the process, and the new President of the Chinese Motorcycle Club was forced to concede a part of his territory and to pledge allegiance to Jed and his friends.

It was a bitter end, however the club had been put through worst these past few years.

Of course, Jed tried to punish Zain for his stupidity but… Everyone in the club took the boy’s side. And since he proved himself to be brave and fearless, the President finally accepted to made a prospect out of him. There was a long discussion about this, long and punctuated with raising eyebrows and doubtful mouths, but Zain was accepted. He shouldn’t have been able to, since the club’s rules refused immigrants, but an exception couldn’t hurt anyone from time to time.

The boy was so happy, he rushed through the bar owned by Jed and… Well… He kissed Mels in front of the children surrounding the young woman. The President acted like he didn’t see anything, Merwin and Nicky laughed about it, as for Eddie… Eddie just sighed something about being youth and full of needs. As for Jason, he only gave his warning to Zain and Mels. After all, he knew how hard to able his sister was and so he wanted the teenager to be ready for what was coming for him. Mels wouldn’t let go of him, and if Zain broke her heart, she would kick his ass like no one else.

Then Nicky and Jason had a word in private. It wasn’t supposed to be something too serious, but after so many years of friendship and so many nights of hiding the truth, Jason finally gave in. “Nicky, I’ve got… I’ve got somethin’ to tell ya, buddy.” The other man stayed silent, maybe he guessed what his friend wanted to talk about; after all, he seemed to know when his buddy lied and when he told the truth. “Nicky, I’m… I’m gay.”

He feared his friend’s judgment, feared terrible words and a broken friendship. He feared anything but Nicky only smiled, put on hand on his shoulder and hugged him firmly against his own body. “I know, Jason. I know and… Really, I don’t fucking care as long as you are happy.” For the first time in years, Jason allowed his tears to run down his face.

Everything happened so fast, Jason wasn’t able to see Salim before two days. Two days at the end of which, he knocked at his friend’s door, nervous and blushing like a stupid teenager.

The door opened and the librarian eyes goggled at the man in leather. “… Jason?”

“… Yeah… Hm… I…” Before he could excuse himself, Salim grabbed his wrist and pulled him closer. He hugged him, on arm placed around the neck and the other resting against the ex-junkie’s chest. “Jason, I thought… I thought I would never see you again…”

After a moment of bewilderment, Jason embraced him too. “Yeah… Yeah, me too.”

Salim’s beating heart against his, Salim’s spicy fragrance against his nose, Salim’s warm and red lips against his neck, Salim’s body against his; finally.

“Hey…” The biker’s mouth raised in a soft grin. “Yer actin’ like an old lady now.”

“I could become yours, if you asked me.” And when Jason blinked in shock, the Iraqi put his lips on his. He kissed him gently but with an irrepressible passion. His tongue licked the ex-junkie lips and got into his mouth; eager to discover every part of it.

Jason regained his thought and pulled the man even closer. One hand grabbed Salim’s hip and the other held into his shirt. They kissed hungrily, then Salim made them withdrew until his back hit the front door. They both moaned against each other’s mouth, and when their lungs were begging for air, their eyes met.

They laughed, both of them. Then kissed once more, while the moon’s shape stretched in a soft smile.

Jason was the first to let go, suddenly shy and face covered in red. “Fuck… No one ever kissed me like that.”

And Salim nervously answered: “I… I was caught up in the moment…”

They giggled with their nose caressed each other, then Jason confessed with a low voice. “Can I… Can I come in? I ain’t against kissin’ but I would enjoy some privacy.”

The Iraqi smiled then guided him into the entrance. By the time he closed the door, Jason jumped on his lips once more.

And under the mighty moon, the house filled with their moans and whining as they laid in Salim’s bed, both hungry for each other flesh.

۩๑ ๑۩

“Ready, Salim?” Jason gazed at his lover as he put a helmet on his curly hair and adjusted his jacket on his shoulder.

“I… I think, I am.” The librarian looked at the bike, a little bit nervous when Jason invited him to get on behind him. “Please, be kind with this old man… I don’t want to fall.”

“Ya just got to hold on tight, darlin’.” Salim giggled at the pet name, his ears becoming red again. He placed his arm around Jason’s belly and obeyed his sweet advice. “So… Where are you taking me, my dear gentleman in leather clothes?”

“Wherever ya want, darlin’.” The biker felt his lover smile on his back, and the bike started throbbing. Salim’s hands tightened as he whispered softly: “Where I can be your old man forever, Habibi.”

And the bike led his owner and his lover into the far horizon; far away, where Salim could become an old man and Jason could finally love who he liked.

[yoobikook]

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[bratkook]

deep six. (m) jjk

It's like a stranger had a key, came inside of my mind and moved all my things around. He didn't know snakes can hear the prey, can't try to break the psyche down.

part two . v-day drabble. prequel

pairing: biker!jk x reader genre: smut, light angst warnings: infidelity, dirty talk, unprotected sex (don’t do this), oral (f receiving), fingering, multiple orgasms, creampie, cum eating, pussy slapping, choking, spanking, and really sweet loving biker gang jungkook, word count: 10.7k+ author’s note: this is based off a request a sweet anon sent me! i added what i could, i hope i did it justice and you enjoy it uwu 

There were many rules Jungkook had to follow when he joined Deep Six, but the main three were simple.

One: Blind loyalty is demanded. Two: Respect other members. Three: Never get involved with a Cobra.

Jungkook was not a rule breaker, loyal to the club in its entirety, always respecting all of the members even when some of them seemed determined to get under his skin, but he was struggling pretty hard with rule number three.

Sure you were currently bouncing on top of him like your life depended on it, your hair pushed off your face and the prettiest pout on your lips as you moaned about how big his cock was, but you weren’t technically a Cobra.

Your boyfriend was.

Minho wasn’t just a member of the Cobras he was the god damn leader of them. Jungkook just had to go and fall for the leader’s girlfriend.

The first time he had run into you at a convenience store he should’ve known you were trouble when he pulled up and saw the two lone bikes parked at the corner. There were no riders near by but he recognized the bikes, recognized the tacky cobra sticker plastered to the side of one of them.

You were all smiles and laughs when you both reached for the same pack of sour straws, your eyes locking onto the silver hoop on his lip, seeing the charming smile spreading across his own face.

Jungkook saw the switch on your face instantly when your eyes trailed down his body and landed on the jacket he wore, a patch showcasing a tombstone with the words Deep Six surrounding it. You knew what he was and you knew the consequences if you were caught talking to him so you turned around and walked away as if you hadn’t just interacted, leaving him standing alone in the aisle with the candy in his palm.

It wasn’t until he left the store that he saw you again, this time on the back of one of the Davidson Dynas that were parked in front, a Cobra jacket that looked far too big on your shoulders. Minho was barking orders at the person beside him, not giving you any attention as you wrapped your arms around him and nuzzled into his back, your gaze locked onto Jungkook.

Minho was a piece of shit, a power hungry leader that thrived on violence, parading you around like you were this trophy to obtain and it irritated Jungkook to no ends.

That alone should have been a giant red flag that was waving in his face, the words stay away printed in bold on it but not only did Jungkook decide he was in fact color blind, he also decided that he couldn’t read. So that red flag might as well be a welcome home banner, complete with an escorted drive directly into your pussy.

“My pretty baby,” Jungkook sighs, his large palm trailing up from your hip until he has a handful of your tits in them, his fingers toying with the silver bar through your nipple. He ruts his hips up with yours, smirking when your moans raise in pitch, your body hunching forward so you can rest your hands on his chest, “you gotta be quiet, can’t let anyone know what a dirty girl you are.”

“Trying.” You gasp out, a choked moan escaping you when he pistons his hips up in a precise motion. “Feels too good Guk.”

Your whines are like music to his ears, he needed to hear more of them, he didn’t care if he had to slap a hand over your mouth to muffle them, he just needed to hear how much you craved him.

He releases your boob, wrapping his arm around you and flipping the both of you over so he could be fully in control. His arms hook under your knees, pushing them both towards your chest, bending you practically in half but with the way this angle has you seeing stars you have no complaints.

“Fuck,” you keen, desperately seeking purchase with your hands on his back, “right there.”

Your eyes lock onto the bold number six on his right arm, right by his shoulder, a visual reminder of who he was. Someone you definitely should not be under right now. So you shut your eyes, feeling Jungkook dip his head down until his nose was nudging against yours with every thrust.

“Yeah, feel good?” He grunts out, his own eyes slipping shut when you clamp down on his length at his question.

“Mhm.” A squeal escapes you followed with a laugh when his lips find your neck with playful nips against your skin.

The fluid motion of his hips has you nearing your release again, the two of you had been rolling around for a while now, having cum twice already but Jungkook’s stamina was unmatched. His hair stuck to his forehead, the lip ring hooked around his bottom lip glimmered with saliva when his tongue ran over it, his face screwed up from his nearing release.

“You close baby?” Jungkook mumbles out, dropping your legs to let you wrap them around him.

“Yes.” You gasp out, crossing your ankles and urging him closer, rutting your hips against his desperately, “J-jungkook oh my–“ a loud moan escapes you, Jungkook having to finally slap his palm over your mouth to muffle them when your climax hits.

He watches on in awe as your eyes roll back, your body tensing up for a moment until your whole body vibrated at your orgasm. Jungkook could watch you cum all day, the soft mewls against his palm, your back arched up with your nipples grazing his chest.

Jungkook thrusts into you sloppily now, three orgasms was usually your tapping point so his release was his main focus now. The softest grunts meeting your ears, turning into whines of your name until he was cumming too, your heels pushing him further into you as he filled you up. He knew he couldn’t claim you openly so stuffing you full was his next best option, you were his in this aspect, he knew this much.

The warm feeling of his cum oozing out of you as he pulled out made you moan, Jungkook panting as he leaned back on his haunches, the tattoos on his thighs bulging out at the action. His eyes locked onto the white drips coming out of your pussy, landing on the bed sheets and soaking into the fabric and he smiles.

“I made a mess of you.” He chuckles, crawling back over you to plant kisses on your lips, feeling the smile on them as you kiss back.

“You know I love it messy.” You tease, gently biting his lip and laughing when he groans once more.

“Careful, you know you can’t handle another one.” He kisses the pout off of your lips, knowing he was right.

You had run into Jungkook two hours ago at the same convenience store you met him in, having been on a beer run for your boyfriends club but that clearly wasn’t your priority anymore. Instead you were cuddled up on a bed inside of Deep Six’s club house, the sound of his brothers roaming around and laughing in the main room being heard.

This had become a dangerous game, the two of you sneaking around for around eight months now it was a shock you hadn’t been caught. You knew if Minho ever found out you were unfaithful, with a 6 of all people, it would not be pretty for anyone.

“How am I gonna head out?” You whisper, your fingers trailing on his arm, tracing the number six before moving onto the other bold tattoos while it was draped across your stomach.

Jungkook wants to tell you the brothers currently occupying the club house knew of you but he had a feeling that would make you uncomfortable so instead he just hums in thought, his eyes roaming the small room you were in and seeing the window that lead to the back of the clubhouse.

“You in the mood to scale down a building?”

No, you weren’t but you really had no other choice so you begrudgingly get up to get dressed, ready to sneak out of a window like you were a teenager.

“Do you have a kink for getting your ass beat to a pulp?” Yoongi asks with a laugh when Jungkook finally emerges from the room, no one by his side, in the process of slipping his shirt back on. All very incriminating evidence.

You were most likely back at the same convenience store you were at earlier, finally grabbing the beer your boyfriend had asked you to get, your hair a little messier, your panties a little stickier but Minho would be none the wiser

“Shut up.” He grumbles as he hunkers down onto an empty chair surrounding the poker table they were all around. His eyes stay locked on the abundance of colored chips, ignoring the stares of everyone sat at the table.

Yoongi just laughs again as he collects his chips, “Seems like it, you know every time you fuck her you’re only digging your grave a little deeper.”

Jungkook just shrugs, opening up a can of beer and taking a sip, “I mean, I’m already six feet deep, whats a few more?”

“Minho stop.” You giggle out, a fake smile on your face as you playfully swat at his back. His meaty fingers are pressed into your skin, pushing you closer to him as he kisses your neck, a disgusting display of affection he always did to try to claim you whenever you were out in public.

Your neck feels wet from his saliva and you’re fighting hard not to grimace, knowing other members of The Cobras had their eyes on you. Its not until the fingers on your back push a little too hard, a wince leaving your mouth, that the fake smile falls off your face.

Minho doesn’t notice, no he doesn’t even care, his hands move down from your back to firmly grab your ass over your skirt. As much as you loved your relationship with Minho in the beginning, he had changed drastically after he became leader. He always had a short temper but it increased, constantly yelling at you for any little thing, tearing you down one moment and then smothering you with love the next to make up for it.

He didn’t love you though. You were convinced Song Minho was incapable of love.

The club always voiced how they were a family but this didn’t feel like a family, you wished you could leave it all but when you had gotten with Minho your family cut ties with you. Minho was the only person you have, the only person you could talk to besides whatever girls the other members brought around. You couldn’t confide in them though, you knew if you ever let anything slip about Jungkook to them they’d be the first to rat you out, being front row to watch you burn at the stake in an effort to prove their loyalty to the club.

You had no one.

Well no one except Seulgi, a member of a neighboring club that ran together with the Cobras. The Vagos were extremely violent in nature so it was no shock they got along so well with Minho’s club.

But Seulgi, she was a jar of honey. Overflowing with sweetness and love and always welcoming you in whenever the two clubs got together. She wasn’t a members girlfriend, no she was ranked pretty high up, wearing her full patch on her back with pride.

Besides her the only other person you could confide in was Jungkook. You hadn’t planned to get involved with him but he was everywhere, constantly running into him when you were out on runs and as much as you knew you shouldn’t speak to him you couldn’t help yourself. It started off entirely friendly, you knew he was a 6 and he knew you belonged to a Cobra but somewhere along the way a kiss was shared between you and then another and another, your hands coming into play until your clothes were shed, the two of you coming undone with shared gasps and moans.

There was instantly talk about how this couldn’t happened again but never how it was a mistake because it wasn’t, being with Jungkook had been the first time in a long time that things just felt right and it pained you to not be able to pursue it the way you wanted to.

“I told you they’d be coming.” A gruff voice breaks you out of your daze, it belonged to a member, a cigarette in his hand as he stared off at the approaching bikes. The loud rumble catching everyones attention, members of different clubs all stopping what they were doing to stare at the newcomers.

Of course they’d come, they always came. Every three months every neighboring club gathered together in a neutral space, it was a way the leaders decided to keep things amicable. Deep Six was not a violent club, their leader was level headed, which could not be said about many others, so they were the first to agree to these gatherings.

Your eyes zone in on the Kawasaki Vulcan that belonged to Jungkook, his all black ensemble blending in with his bike, the bright red and white of his patch standing out between it all.

Before Jungkook can find your stare Hoseok calls his attention when they hop off their bikes, “C’mon, Seokjin’s calling us over.” He nudges his shoulder, having to drag Jungkook away from his spot to actually follow him towards their awaiting group.

Your eyes follow him, seeing his friend wrap his arm around him and jostle him around while they laugh obnoxiously. Their club had such a positive aura surrounding them, nothing compared to the Cobras.

“Hey, Y/N. I asked you a question.” Minho’s gravely voice breaks your train of thought, his mouth now detached from your skin but his fingers were still gripping onto your ass.

“Sorry,” you murmur quietly, staring down at his disapproving face, “what did you ask me Minho?”

He frowns at you, his head tilting curiously before he turns around to try to see who or what you were staring at but all hes met with is the empty bikes Deep Six had left behind.

“You ready to see some chaos go down?” He asks once more, an evil glint in his eyes as he stares at you and it makes your blood run cold. Had he found out about you and Jungkook?

“What?”

The grin on his face widens, his fingers finally releasing their grip and coming to rest on your hips instead, “Daejung saw an Angel in our territory last week, fucker with orange hair, we think he might have been trying to sling on our side of town so we need to set him straight.”

Your body relaxes when you realize Deep Six was not the target of interest for the night, instead another sucker would fall victim to his antics, it didn’t even matter if what he said was true or not because once Minho had his mind set there was no changing it.

“Are you serious?” You fake interest, your eyes looking behind him to try to find the club of interest but they were no where to be found.

“Dead serious, gonna go speak to their stupid leader in a bit. If that fucker denies anything I’ll take them all down.”

You can only stare at his admission, he wasn’t bluffing and you knew this. Minho would absolutely make head rolls if he believed a line had been crossed and the rest of the club members would blindly follow in his path.

“Well lets hope it goes in your favor.” Its the safest response you can muster, and he buys it, a proud smile spreading across his face. You look away from him almost instantly, your head craning to the side, your eyes lighting up when you spot Seulgi stood a good few feet away with her own members. 

Minho knew of your friendship, encouraged it even to keep the peace with The Vagos so when he sees your staring he pats your butt in what he thinks is a sweet motion, “Go hang with your friend, just don’t stray too far.” Its an order rather than a suggestion but you take it, giving him a tight lipped smile and detaching yourself from his grasp.

When Seulgi spots you approaching she beams at you, meeting you halfway and greeting you with an embrace. The both of you rock side to side as you laugh like giddy children, it had been a few weeks since you had last seen each other, her busy role with the club preventing you two from being able to gossip but you were here now and she wanted to know all the dirt.

“Are you meeting up with him tonight?” She whispers into your ear, pulling back with a devious smirk on her soft face. Seulgi was the only person that openly knew about you and Jungkook, one hundred percent supporting your antics because she knew everything about you and Minho’s relationship.

“Yeah,” you breathe out subtly turning your head and spotting Deep Six huddled together with the Thunderbirds on their side of the lot, “he got here not too long ago.”

She hums in thought, “Am I your ticket into pound town?” 

A harsh shove is sent her way and she cackles, her black hair flying around from the force of your push. “Shut the fuck up.” You snap with a laugh, shyly looking down onto the tarmac, “But yes.” You quietly admit, dodging the punch she throws your way in retaliation.

“Fucking skank!” She jokes looking you over when you go back to staring at Jungkook as he talks to his brothers. You knew you were free to ogle him right now, knowing Minho and his members were too busy scheming how they’d make the Angels pay to focus on where your eyes wandered.

“Why don’t you leave shit for brains and just get with him Y/N?”

Her words make you frown, she knew Minho was horrible, a tainted individual who viewed you more as a prized possession than a human being, never even referring to you as his girlfriend. Just his.

You shake the thought out of your head, “I can’t Seulgi, it’s not that easy. Minho would have my head and his on a platter before I could count to three.” The both of you start to slowly walk away from both groups, the guise of Seulgi having to speak to other clubs being your saving grace of wandering off. “Besides, I don’t want to do things irrationally, what if we’re not even on the same page.”

She grunts, knocking her hip into yours, “You’re joking right? Jungkook is enamored by you.”

A snort leaves you as you laugh, “More like enamored by my pussy.”

“Okay, not wrong, but hes also totally into everything else too. Like you’re fine ass-” she takes it a step further by delivering a swift slap onto your ass, the motions causing your skirt to fly up a bit and you squeal, “personality.” She finishes with a wink, that same evil laughter sounding off when she sees your shocked expression.

“Damn you minx, if you wanna feel me up you gotta buy me dinner first.”

Your words don’t register in her mind, instead her eyes widen when she spots Jungkook finally looking your way, a curious look on his face that breaks out into a smile when he realizes its you. “The number one fan club member of your pussy has just spotted you, what’s your move?”

The both of you have frozen in your spot, stuck a few feet ahead of where Deep Six stood with their friends. Your eyes meet his and you smile back, “Simple, chaos.”

Seulgi just frowns at that, not quite understanding what you meant but when you turn to face your own club, a good distance away she follows. Minho was currently marching to the far east side of the lot, his angry minions stomping behind him as they beelined towards Hells Angels, no doubt about to wreak havoc like he had promised you.

With him now fully occupied you were free to do as you pleased for the rest of the night. If Minho was able to make heads roll he’d be too high on adrenaline to notice or care that you were gone, the perfect scenario for you.

“Smart girl. I’ll text you if he comes looking.” Seulgi promises, giving your shoulder a subtle squeeze and nodding at Jungkook before she continues on to speak to other clubs.

When shes a good distance away you motion with your head for Jungkook to follow you the way you usually did. You walk back the way you came, passing the plethora of bikes that belonged to his club and continuing on walking with a purpose as you went to leave the heart of the meet up. 

Jungkook lingers a few feet behind you, keeping enough of a distance to not raise suspicion. His eyes rake down your body as you walk, your hips swinging side to side, the tiny skirt you had on exposing the expanse of your legs. The hem of it nearly reveals the bottom of your ass but he has no complaints, enjoying the view that he knew was meant for him. He had explicitly asked you to wear this skirt, loving how the pleated black and red garment looked on you, plus it was easy access and he always loved that.

Like routine he hops back onto his bike, not bothering to tell his members where he was going because they already knew. When you hear the familiar rumble of the Vulcan your heart rate speeds up, a pep in your step as you hurry up, desperate to get away from prying eyes before Jungkook’s bike passes you.

He gives you another minute, pretending to busy himself on the bike before he kicks off and takes off in your direction. By now you’re passed the majority of the clubs, everyones eyes now focused on the brawl happening on the east side as Minho no doubts pounds someone onto the ground so they don’t see when Jungkook slows down beside you.

You turn to face him, your hand resting on your waist as you jut your hip out in faux confusion, “Looks like you need a ride, where are you headed?” He teases, scooting forward in his seat and patting behind him, an extra helmet outstretched in his hand that you take.

“Where ever you are.” You wink, slipping the bulky helmet on and hopping onto the back of his bike. Your feet rest comfortably against the bike, your arms wrapping around Jungkook’s waist, your eyes glued onto the same red and white patch on his bike. The way it took up the entire back of his leather jacket differed greatly from the tiny half patch you wore on the side of your own, a clear way of showcasing the ranks in the club.

He waits for you to grip onto him before he once again takes off, smiling when he feels your fingers tighten their hold when he accelerates, a deep laugh leaving him as you giggle.

The meet up was relatively close to Deep Six’s clubhouse so when Jungkook speeds past the normal exit for it you look on in confusion, “Wait,” you shout out, hoping he can hear your voice, “where are we going?”

It proves to be unsuccessful, your voice mixing in with the rumble of his engine and the wind flapping around the two of you so you just shrug and enjoy the ride.

Its not until Jungkook pulls off the freeway and enters a very residential looking area that your confusion deepens. You hadn’t been on this side of town in years, it was too far into Deep Six territory for you to be accidentally caught in by one of your own.

Jungkook must sense your confusion because he speaks up, “I brought you to mine,” he shouts over the engine once the light turns green, making a right turn onto a quaint looking street, “sorry if that makes you uncomfortable.”

It doesn’t but its definitely not something he’s done before, you were used to fooling around behind buildings, in his clubhouse and other scandalous locations. Going to his own house felt very domestic, as if you were in an actual relationship and this was the norm. It makes you feel warm inside so you bask in it, pretending for a moment that thats what this actually was.

“No, it’s fine.” You shout back, squeezing your arms around him in reassurance just as he pulls into his driveway.

The engine gets cut off and you’re met with pure silence, all of the lights on the block are shut off, Jungkook’s sleek bike being a stark contrast to the minivans and sedans in the neighbors driveways.

“I don’t know if you blend in too well here.” You joke as you slide the helmet off, handing it to Jungkook as you hop off. He rolls his eyes at you with a smile, hooking the helmets to the side and messing your hair up further with his hand.

“Im the neighborhood bad boy, someones gotta do it.” He winks, taking your hand in his and leading you up to his front porch.

When he opens the front door he makes a grand, dorky gesture with his hand, bending over slightly and not standing up until you walk in with a laugh. The interior is very much him, black and greys with an industrial feel to it, touches of him littered everywhere in forms of photos with his friends and family.

“You want a tour?” He asks, shutting the door and coming to stand behind you with his hands on your hips, his fingers toying with the waistband of your skirt.

“Can we start at the bedroom?” You mumble, tilting your head to the side as he noses his way to your neck, his soft lips pressing into your skin until he reaches your jaw.

“If we start there we’ll never leave.” He teases, his palms trailing down until they reach your thighs, dipping underneath the skirt and inching up slowly. His ears tune into the way your breath hitches when his fingers reach the edge of your underwear, your head lolling back with a sigh.

“I’m not against that.”

He smirks against your skin, his hand giving your pussy a quick slap, your hips rutting back onto his at it, “Fucking menace.” He growls, nipping your skin and pulling away from you, “Let’s go.”

Before you have a chance to follow him he hauls you up, his arms lifting you up and over until your stomach rested on his shoulders, your ass in the air with your skirt flipped up. “Guk!” You shout with a laugh, yelping when his large hands deliver a sharp slap onto your ass next, the added sting of the rings he wears spreading to your core.

He chuckles when you jut your ass out for more, continuing to walk down the hallway and into his bedroom. It was uncharted territory so when he flips you up right you’re not sure what you expect but it sure as hell isn’t the photo you spot on his night stand.

You wobble momentarily when he sets you down, your eyes squinting at the photo in the dim light. Its a small black picture frame, holding a photo that you remember him taking of the two of you a few months ago. He had draped his giant leather jacket on top of you, the patch on the arm being shown with the way you have your arms thrown around him the both of you smiling as big as you could when he snapped the photo.

“Oh.” He looks almost embarrassed, going to try to turn the photo around or face down for you not to see it but you stop him.

“No,” you smile, picking it up in your grasp, your thumbs rubbing the top of the glass softly, “this is really cute Jungkook.”

He blanks at that, he hadn’t thought you’d ever see his bedroom at all, stupidly forgetting about the picture he had framed up of the two of you until now.

“Is it?” He wonders, half expecting you to laugh at him, tease him for framing up a photo when you two were just casually sleeping together. All he knew was his own feelings and for him this had passed casual, he had fallen for you somewhere along the way and it seemed destined to end in heartbreak but the way you’re staring at the photo makes him think otherwise.

“Yeah, it is.” You set the frame down delicately, turning to look at him with the sweetest smile on your lips, “Now can you please fuck me.”

And just like that the switch is flipped, the telltale look he wore when he was up to no good coming out as he stares at you, a smirk spreading across his face. “Of course I can.”

He swoops in on you like a predator, his hands grabbing your hips and lifting you up with ease as his lips find yours. This kiss exchanged was messy, the both of you riled up like you always were, desperate to feel each other but his lips felt like home. The way they captured yours, gentle in a way that made you notice how much he cared for you.

Your legs wrap around his waist with the added height, a surprised squeal passing between your kisses when his hands grip your ass to hold you up.

“I love this skirt.” He groans, his fingers digging into your flesh as he backs you up into the wall, grinding his hips into yours.

Your head drops back, hitting the wall with a dull thud but you laugh it off, moaning when his lips move on to your neck, “I know you do, you’re always such a horn dog whenever I wear it.”

He doesn’t deny it, he knew it was true, something about this dainty piece of clothing did something to his cock, made it have a mind of his own.

Jungkook hums when your fingers tangle into his hair once he starts sucking on your neck, a decent sized hickey right underneath your ear, something you would no doubt scold him for in an hour or so but he doesn’t care.

“You love when I’m a horn dog don’t pretend.” He laughs, pulling away from your neck with a final flick of his tongue, admiring the work of art in forms of purple on your skin.

“Hm, I do.” You admit, biting your lip as you smile down at him in the way he knew best. He could tell what dirty thoughts were crossing your mind, the raunchy flashbacks of memories involving this same skirt no doubt making you wet and when one hand trails from your ass to your core, his fingers feel the obvious sign that you love the horn dog he is.

“Wanna get a taste before I fuck you.” He groans, his fingers circling your clit on top of your underwear, the material of your skirt rippling up from the motions. Your hands clutch his shoulders as he starts to kneel down, your legs dropping from around his waist to stand you up as he takes his place on the floor.

Both of his hands slide up and down your thighs, the softness of your skin making him hum as he leans his cheek against them, his chin reaching the hem of your skirt when he looks up at you with a smirk.

Your hands brace the wall behind you when he starts to tug your skirt up, already knowing Jungkook possessed the skill to have you collapsing on top of him if you didn’t prepare yourself. He just chuckles as his fingers hook into your underwear, swiftly tugging them down your legs and letting you step out of them, your pussy now on full display for him to admire.

“Such a pretty pussy.” He marvels, holding the hem of your skirt up and you know to grab it, losing your full leverage on the wall as you hold it up against your stomach to give him easy access.

“It’s all for you.” You hum, smiling when he presses a kiss to your inner thighs, his eyebrows raising in interest at your statement as he proceeds to suck another hickey into your skin. 

Jungkook clings on to that statement, staring at the blooming bruise on your thigh, covered in a sheen of his saliva.

Its all for him.

When you jut your hips out impatiently Jungkook frowns, staring up at you with a scowl as his hand comes back down to swat at your core, his fingers swiping over your clit, earning a gasp from you.

“Sorry.” You breathe out, only half meaning it and from the look on his face he knows this. His tongue prods at his cheek as he thinks of what hes going to do to you, his eyes staring up at you in a way that fills you with anticipation.

He ignores your teasing apology, giving you a shake of his head before easing in with gentle licks and kisses to your mound. The teasing touches have you desperate to rut against him but you don’t want to test your luck tonight so you stay still, your fingers clutching onto the fabric of your skirt as you fight the urge.

His nose nudges against your clit, his hands planted firmly high up on your thighs, and when he takes a deep inhale of you your skin breaks out into goosebumps. A soft gasp leaving your lips when he groans at your scent, not an ounce of embarrassment flowing through either of you because you know Jungkook is absolutely shameless when it comes to eating you out.

“Wanna live between your legs.” He mumbles out before he digs in, his wet tongue slipping between your folds, the tip of it curling up until it flicks against your clit.

“Shit Jungkook.” You sigh, your back resting against the wall at the feeling. You weren’t opposed to him living between your legs, the way the cold metal of his rings feels against your skin combined with his warm tongue is sending your mind into overdrive.

The three large rings he has on his middle three fingers, individual gold letters spelling out the word six, make their way down your thighs, coming down to circle your entrance as his mouth latches around your clit. The messy slurping has you keening, your hips giving in and rutting against his face when the tip of his index finger teasingly dips into your entrance.

“Don’t tease.” You whine when he pulls his finger back out, your right leg swinging out to hook over his shoulder in determination, tugging him even closer to you. He pulls away from you with a laugh, caged between your leg and your pussy, not exactly a bad spot to be in his opinion.

“Sorry baby.” He apologizes, letting your leg yank him back into you. This time his finger fully slides in, slipping into your heat with no resistance thanks to the way you’re dripping for him. The cold band of his ring is felt at your entrance when he buries himself knuckle deep inside of you, a tiny shiver racking through your body at the feeling.

“Fuck, more Guk please.”

He hums against your slit, his tongue swirling around the swollen nub with precision while he slips in a second finger, the letters S and I being knuckle deep inside of your cunt, being spread apart in a scissoring motion that has you moaning out.

Whatever you wanted you’d get, his long fingers pumping into you with purpose, the thumping wet sound blending in with his shameless slurping and your moans.

He feels your knees start to wobble from the pleasure, his free arm pressing across your hips to hold you against the wall with as much support as he could provide but its enough for you, feeling comfortable enough to begin grinding onto his face with no restraints.

Its clear whatever fear you had about possibly falling over was long gone from your mind, your fingers now tangled in his long locks, yanking and tugging as your head dropped back, the roll of your hips aiding you in finding the perfect rhythm to having to nearing your release.

Jungkook lets you seek your own pleasure out, sticking his tongue out for you to use any way you wanted, his fingers continuing to thrust in you in a way that had you gasping out his name.

“More.” You plead, keeping his face pressed against you, feeling rather than hearing him hum against your pussy. He can feel the way your walls clamp around him, fluttering against his fingers and he knew you were close, knowing your pussy like the back of his hand, so he slips his third finger in, giving you more and more until you’re crying out his name like its a song.

He chuckles at the way you suck him in, three fingers sheathed knuckle deep in your cunt and you can’t get enough of him. A small laugh leaves you when you feel him wiggle them inside experimentally, the edges of the letters that spell out six digging into your skin slightly. It serves as a reminder of what you shouldn’t be doing, only resulting in more of your arousal gushing out of you.

When he falls into a steady rhythm once more you know you’re done for, the both of you working in tandem as you feel the pressure spark in your stomach, “Fuck, don’t stop Guk.”

He doesn’t think he could, not with the way you’re breathily calling out his name, not having to muffle your moans and cries of pleasure like you always did and he revels in it, his own cock aching and no doubt making a sticky mess in his jeans.

“Oh my god, fu–“ you gasp out when you reach your climax, your walls clamping around his fingers as he rubs against your g-spot. The hand in his hair gives a final yank as white spots your vision, his mouth continuing to suck on your clit when your hips stop rolling against his face. Your entire mind goes blank, the only thought swirling around being Jungkook and Jungkook only.

He feels your legs give out before you even realize it, a breathy statement of I got you flowing through his lips. He’s slipping his fingers out of you quickly to be able to catch your boneless body as you slide down the wall with a laugh. Your skirt falls back down to fully cover you as you crumble onto the floor, Jungkook’s hands cradling your sides to ensure you were okay, a giddy smile on his own face at just making you fall over from your orgasm.

“Im calling this my lucky skirt.” You pant out, your fingers pushing your hair off of your forehead with a huff.

Jungkook smiles at you, his eyes drinking you in as you sat there trying to compose yourself. His fingers stayed on your sides, gently caressing your skin as you catch your breath.

“Its my lucky skirt too.” He hums, biting his lip when he eyes the edge of your skirt, knowing your pussy lay exposed and dripping underneath it.

“This was fun,” you sigh, trying your best to stand up on your slightly weak legs, a cunning smile on your face when you see his eyes widen out in the doe like way that preserved his innocence, “we should do it again.”

You’re only teasing and he knows this, standing up as quickly as he could when you move towards his bedroom door, “Oh no you don’t.”

His large arms wrap around you from behind, a scream mixed with a laugh of his name reaching his ears as he once again proves his strength by lifting you up and away from the door.

You land on the bed with a huff, Jungkook caging his arms around you as he holds himself up above you, a smirk on his face as he stares you down, “My pretty baby asked me to fuck her, did she change her mind?”

“You know I’m just teasing you,” you mumble out, your hand trailing from his shoulder, running over the used leather of his jacket and onto his chest, snaking onto his stomach until you reach his jeans. He eyes you inquisitively, his brows coming together when he feels the path your hands take. Its not until your hands cup his cock over the dark denim that a small chuckle leaves him, “I always want your cock Jungkook.”

His eyes slip shut when you give his bulge a soft squeeze, your fingers gently trailing around his girth, “Hm, what am I supposed to do about that.”

He bends forward and nips at your nose, a gentle graze of his teeth that make you scrunch it up, “You can fuck me until I’m satisfied,” he rolls his hips into your palm at your words, “for tonight.”

“Like I said, you’re a menace.” He rasps out, pushing himself off of you as you sit up. 

It was clear you were a menace, with the way you slip off the leather jacket you have on, the thin white cropped tank you have being the next to go. The intense look in your eyes pierces through him, your mouth dropping open slightly in faux shock when your bras straps slide down your shoulders as you unhook it, the dark red lace cups fall onto your lap, revealing your pert chest to him.

Jungkook licks his lips over when he spots the way the silver bars through your nipples glimmer in the dim lighting, all hes picturing is how much more they’d shine if they were covered in a sheen of his saliva.

His eyebrow cocks up as he slides out of his own jacket, the heavy material landing on the floor in a heap, joining your clothing that you had tossed over as well. You rest back onto your arms as you watch him undress, not missing how his eyes are still glued onto your tits, even when his black shirt covers his face as he pulls it off when his eyes are revealed once more its as if they never lost sight of their target.

Its not like you mind, it gave you more time to take his body in. The dark tendrils of ink that covered his body being out in the open, a mixture of tattoos dedicated to the club blending in with the ones he got solely for himself. The broad expanse of his chest is amplified with the wingspan of the owl he has inked on it, two skulls tucked underneath each wing in shades of black and grey. The very tip of the right wing just reaches the dark 6 on his shoulder, the muscles in his arm bulging out when he goes to start unbuttoning his jeans after toeing out of his black converse.

“What?” He questions, finally looking into your eyes and catching your lingering gaze as he tugs his jeans off of his toned legs, exposing the double headed wolf on his left thigh and the script that lined his right thigh.

“Nothing,” you sigh, lifting your knees up and resting your now bare feet onto his mattress, “just admiring the goods.”

He juts his chest out, smiling when you push yourself up, shifting your weight to rest with your knees underneath you, your thighs spread apart as your fingers tug on the waistband of his black briefs. His hands match your motions, hooking into the band of your skirt and tugging it down in unison with his briefs.

“Wanna take my time with you.” He breathes out, shutting his eyes briefly when his cock springs free, his pulsing length dripping beads of cum from the tip.

Your small hand wraps around him when you shimmy out of your skirt, your fingers barely touching as you give him a gentle squeeze. The soft groan he lets out makes you wish you had more time, time to explore each others bodies for as long as you wanted, not having to fool around on borrowed time with the thought of getting caught lingering in the back of your mind.

“Guk, we can’t.” The dejected tone in your voice brings him back to reality, to where you actually were and what you were doing.

Your hand stayed wrapped around his cock, the twist of your wrist as you pumped your palm down, swirling over his mushroom head as you came back up before repeating the motions making him shudder. The pleasure clouded his thinking for a moment, had him believing this wasn’t a dirty secret.

He had stored the idea of Minho deep into his mind, wrapped up neatly and shoved into a corner, forgetting the inside was stuffed with a mixture of dynamite and serpents ready to strike, the bomb just ticking down ready to blow up in his face in case the venom wasn’t enough.

“Hm, is my baby in a hurry now?” He hums, placing his hands on your hips, a soft groan leaving him when the fluttering touch of your tugging on his length speeds up.

“We can take our time next time, promise.” Its an empty sense of reassurance but Jungkook won’t hold it against you, he knows if it was up to both of you next time would always be a given.

“Okay,” he murmurs out when your lips press against his in a gentle kiss, not at all matching the tormenting way your hand glides down his cock, “if we gotta be quick tell me how you want it.”

Your lips linger on his for another moment, savoring the the soft feeling that can be attributed to the cherry chapstick he always coated on them, the cool metal of his lip ring pushing into your top lip. 

“Like this,” you pull back with a soft smack, licking your lips over with a smirk when he lets out a small whine at the loss of contact. As you turn yourself around on his bed, your knees sinking into his mattress when you bend forward, your palms catch you as you arch your back for him.

Your ass juts out into the air, your head turning to look back at him with a smile and a small wiggle of your hips and Jungkook is done for. He’s a weak man, he wore the badge of being the number one fanclub member for your pussy with honor, so this point of view has him groaning. The expanse of his palms reach forward until he has a handful of your ass in them, the gold rings pressing against your soft skin as he kneads them, his eyes following the curve of your ass until they meet your pussy, drenched in a sheen of your arousal that coats your inner thighs.

“Love your ass,” the deep gravel in his voice has you biting your lip as he palms your flesh, his fingers trailing down until they reach your cunt, dipping into your wetness as he trails up your slit, hearing the hitch in your breathing once his index finger nudges against your clit, “love your pussy too.” He groans out, shuffling his weight onto the bed behind you, not missing how you arch further for him, nearly resting on your elbows as you bow your head forward in anticipation.

His left hand lazily pumps his length when he slots his knees in between yours, gently pushing them further apart as he slides closer to you. The tip of his cock peaks out every time he slides back down, the head an angry shade of red, an inch away from your pussy and you can sense it, your walls clamping down around nothing.

“Love everything about you.” He slips out just as he circles his cock around your entrance, a soft whine reaching his ears at the teasing he enjoys putting you through. A gentle push back of your hips is enough for him to slip the head of his cock through, the warmth of your walls enveloping the first inch of his length and urging him forward. The slow stretch of his cock comes as a delicious burn that you welcome, it never mattered how well Jungkook prepared you beforehand, taking him in always caught you by surprise.

Jungkook can’t look away, his eyes glued to the way you pull him in, letting him sink in until he was to the hilt. His hips were flushed against yours as he panted due to the small flutters of your velvety walls pulsing around him, your body begging for moremoremore, and Jungkook wants to give you that, his palms soothing over your ass once more before rearing back and delivering a sharp slap onto your right cheek. 

Once more the added sting of his rings smart your skin, your walls tightening around him further and causing the both of you to groan out. Jungkook curses under his breath as he inches back, slowly rolling his hips into you with more fluidity each time until he’s pulling nearly all the way out, snapping forward with a smack of your skin connecting at the force.

“Shit, Guk.” You gasp out, your fingers curling around his dark sheets, yanking and crinkling the material with each deliberate thrust of his hips. He watches on from behind you, eyes trailing up the curve of your spine and onto your exposed neck, your head hung forward as you buried your face into his bed, the smell of Jungkook invading your senses.

“Such a dirty girl,” he grunts out, his hand delivering another smack onto the opposite cheek, your body jumping at the impact, a lewd moan of his name causing his eyes to shut. “letting me fuck you like this.”

You cry out as he fucks you with purpose, his fingers digging into your skin as he pistons his hips into you, his cock always reaching the best spots inside of you that had you feeling sparks, “I love it,” you admit with a sigh, turning your head over to rest your cheek on his sheets, the soft glide of the material being felt as you were jostled forward.

“Tell me though,” Jungkook grunts, almost breathless as he continued to fuck the both of you into a state of desperation, “is my pretty baby this dirty for anyone else?”

You were a panting mess on his sheets, the sweat clinging to your skin, growing slick with the passing time. The wet, sloppy sounds of his cock splitting you open filled the air like it belonged there, momentarily making you forget about the question Jungkook asked.

A hum mixed in with laughter breaks your delirious state, the humor in his voice making your cheeks tinge in embarrassment due to how drunk his cock made you feel, “No, just you.”

Its an honest confession, the only person who got you this riled up and messy was always Jungkook. Only Jungkook. The evidence being shown in the mess coating your thighs, dripping down your leg and staining the sheets beneath you.

Jungkook groans at your admission, watching the way your ass jiggles with each roll of his hips, the taut muscles in his thighs beginning to burn from exertion but the obscene sounds coming from where you two connected kept him going. He needed to see you though, wanted to see your face all fucked out as he made you fall apart the way he knew best.

“Baby,” he practically whined, his hand reaching forward to splay across your back, a gentle rub of his palm making you hum in question, “wanna see you.”

Your head raises up from his sheets, craning around to see the look on his face, the tiny pout on his lips as he ruts into you, eyes sparkling when they make contact with you, “Okay,” you smile, biting your lip as he pulled out of you, his cock covered in your essence.

His hands help you flip yourself over, tugging your hips down when you laid flat on your back, your thighs falling open for him. His palms roam up your skin, resting on the back of your knees, his cock finding its spot inside your heat once more. 

With a whine, your hips raise off the bed slightly as he thick cock filled you up, the curve of his length just shy of kissing your cervix from this position. The two of you gasped in unison when he bottomed out, tightening around him as he nudged your g-spot with each thrust.

“Love your cock.” You slurred out, your hands making grabby motions for him, making him release his hold on your knees to reach forward and intertwine his fingers with yours, resting them by your head.

“I know you do.” Biting his lip he watches as your eyes roll back when he angled his thrusts to fuck you just right, the soft mewls reaching his ears showing him he’d reach the correct spot inside of you. The feeling of his large hand leaving one of your own and wrapping around your throat has your eyes widening up, your mouth dropping open in a sigh when he gives a delicious squeeze. The way his palm enveloped your neck, wrapping around it with ease has you keening, your brows pinching together.

“Such a beautiful little whore,” he grunts out when you open your eyes, meeting his. Taking note of the look in your eyes, how you seem to be looking through him, your mind drifting away from the pleasure of it all, “you’re all mine tho right?”

He delivers a harsh thrust at the question, his voice tight with his oncoming orgasm, he needed to hear you claim him.

When you zone in on his face, the edges of everything else blur out until all you see is him, his long hair pushed off his face, grunts escaping his swollen lips as he fucks you, his thick brows coming together in pleasure as he stares down at you in adoration.

“Yours.” Is all you can mumble out but its enough for him, a smile gracing his face as he leans forward to kiss the tip of your nose.

“Wanna see you cum for me again baby, can you do that for me?” His fingers loosen their hold of your throat, his thumb rubbing your skin as he waits for a response, feeling the gulp as you swallow and nod.

“Yes, please Guk.” You whine out, your hand landing on top of his own on your throat, a gentle squeeze being pressed into it as a way to get him to continue.

“Thats my good girl.” He coos, his hips snapping into your as he starts to pick up his pace, determined to get the two of you to your release. Every time he pulled his cock back he could see the way you were creaming it, making a mess of it. You let him ruin you time and time again, allowing him to make you a whimpering mess underneath him and Jungkook didn’t take it lightly.

The moans filling the air seemed to never stop, soft pleas of keep going, praises from him about how perfect you were, the almost accidental slip of his tongue in a confession that he saves by pressing his lips to yours. Messier than the last, your lips knocking together from the force of his thrusts, the two of you panting into each others mouths as you feel your orgasm approaching.

“I can feel you squeezing me baby,” he groans, the way you’re pouting at him making him look at you with endearment, “you gonna cum for me? hm?”

Your hands scramble up to cup his face, holding it right above yours as you try and fail to vocalize a response, settling in with a nod of your head, you don’t bring him in for a kiss, your eyes just locking onto his as he stares down at you.

His brows are furrowed together, the lust and adoration clouding his eyes as he sees the way you’re falling apart underneath him. Your skin is covered in a sheen of sweat, your heart is pulsing underneath his grip on your throat, your legs wrapping around him in a desperate attempt to pull him closer.

He would never get tired of this.

With a final squeeze of your throat and a few more thrusts, his pelvis rubbing against your clit just right, you’re gasping, his eyes widening in awe the same way they always did when your orgasm washes over you. The cold bars of your nipple piercings press against his chest as you arch your back, his own body shivering at the contact and the way you tighten around his length.

“Fuck,” you finally gasp out when he releases your throat fully, a desperate cry of his name following suit when he begins to piston into you, his hips snapping in to yours as Jungkook searches for his own release.

Your hands remain on his face as you mewl from the sharp sting of pleasure spreading throughout your body but the way he’s looking down at you, his hair falling around his face as he grunts your name, you deal with the overstimulation.

“You’re so good to me,” he cries out, shutting his eyes and bowing his head forward to press a kiss to your forehead, “I just–“ he starts, being cut off by his own moan as his orgasm begins to creep up on him.

You shush him with a smile, pressing a soft kiss against his lips, “I know Guk, cum for me please.” You plead, squeezing yourself around his length in pulses that have him gasping, nodding his head in confirmation, “I’m yours Jungkook, show me I’m yours.”

Thats the tipping point for him, his hips rocking into yours sloppily, his mouth finding yours in another desperate kiss as he falls over the edge. A guttural moan is passed between you as he cums, thrusting into you deeper as he fills you up, thick ropes of warm cum stuffing you to the brim just the way you loved.

He sighs against your lips, pressing another kiss to them and separating with a light smack. “You’re mine?” He asks gently, seeing the way your cheeks tint up, a tiny grin lifting up your lips.

“Yes.” You breathe out, shutting your eyes when he slips out of you. His cum spills out of you as he slides down your body, looking up at you when you crane your neck in interest to where he was going.

He doesn’t stop until he’s settled between your legs once more, his tongue sticking out and collecting the thick drips of cum sliding down your ass before they hit the sheets.

Your eyes widen at the action, lifting yourself up onto your elbows to watch him properly as he holds your thighs open, his tongue collecting the cum around your pussy, dipping in slightly with a moan to clean up the mess he made.

“Jungkook,” You groan, your hand reaching down to rake through his hair in a caring manner, “‘m sensitive.”

“I know baby.” He mumbles against your skin, kissing his way up your body once he deemed you clean enough. Your thighs fall apart once again as he slides back up, slotting perfectly between them as he pecks your mouth, a mixture of his cum and yours hitting your tongue but you smile through it.

The room spun around you as his arms wrapped underneath you, tilting you over until you were on your side, the two of you giggling like school kids as you readjusted yourselves, ending up with your head on Jungkook’s chest and his hand trailing up and down your side as you bask in the silence for a little while; the thought of borrowed time slipping out of your mind entirely as you enjoy this moment.

“Are you really mine?” He whispers, his eyes staring straight ahead at the dark screen of the tv that was mounted to the wall across his bed, the shadowed silhouettes of you two cuddled up on the bed staring back at him.

“You know I am Jungkook.”

He frowns at that, not aware that you turned your head to look up at him, being able to see the pout on his face “Not when you’re Minho’s.” You knew he had a point so you look back down, your hand drawing circles on his stomach.

“Do you really like me like that?” You ask softly and it baffles him, how the usual confident way you held yourself was missing in your question. Gone was the Y/N that stomped around with an aura of independence around her and instead laid a Y/N that sounded so unsure of herself, as if you couldn’t actually believe that someone like Jungkook could harbor feelings for you.

“Of course I do and I know I’m not supposed to but I can’t help how I feel Y/N.”

Let the stupid rules be damned, his brothers knew of his dilemma, sympathized with him because of it so he was tired of feeling ashamed because his heart had chosen you.

You nuzzle further into his chest, not wanting to stare at him as he starts to rake his fingers through your hair, “I do too.” You confess, feeling the way his chest tightens as he holds his breath to stop himself from making a noise of excitement.

“Just–“ he starts again, “tell me you want to leave him and I’ll make it happen.”

You whip your head around at his empty threat, eyes wide as you look at the dumb smile on his face at your reaction, “Don’t tell me Deep Six turned a new leaf and dabbles in murder now.”

“No one said anything about murder you little snake.” He teases, his fingers gently jabbing your sides again. “But I’m serious, if you want out, not just for me, we can help you.”

You continue to stare at him, your curious eyes trying to dive deeper in to his own, wanting to see if he was telling the truth. But Jungkook had nothing but love in his, his words were factual and you knew he would do whatever you asked of him, “Just say the word.” He continues.

As he says that the rhythmic vibration of your phone on the floor sounds off and your heart runs cold at the realization of what it was. The only other person who kept your phone from running dry was Jungkook and considering he was laid right next to you, you knew whatever was waiting for you on your device would be trouble.

Jungkook watches on as you scramble out of bed, your legs nearly giving out on you from being so weak but he holds his teasing remark when he notices how flustered you are.

When you pick the device up you see messages from Seulgi, a simple text just stating chaos, before an abundance of messages from Minho flood your phone, the screen filling up with his contact name when he starts to call. His name shines up at you, your hand tossing the device a foot away from you as you turn over to stare at Jungkook with worry written all over your face, “I want out.”

Jungkook nods once, sitting up on his bed as he starts to reach for his discarded clothing. Slipping back into his clothing he tugs the leather jacket on and fishes his own phone out of his pocket, immediately dialing the number of Seokjin, the leader of the club.

If you wanted out then maybe it was time for Deep Six to turn a new leaf.

[kj-1130]

Nothing For Me

Part 7

Main Masterlist

Part 6|Part 8

     You and MJ’s relationship continued to grow as time went on. 

     As she started her first year of high school, you worked on yourself, wanting to be good for her.

     Overtime, you learned how to process and deal with things better. You focused on yourself and your developing relationship with MJ and needless to say, things started to look up. 

     The ‘present but not really present father’ thing didn’t affect you as much as it did, but it was still there. It was one of the only things you hadn’t fully processed and to be honest, you didn’t think you ever could. 

     Your father is there, and has been aware of presence for almost a decade. And not once has he given you any type of consolation or love like a father should. You would think after Pepper was getting more involved in his life and forcing him to clean up (most of) his act, he would open his eyes and realize that a whole human being was living with him, waiting for him to realize that they were supposed to be relying on him; not an AI built in the comfort of their room. 

     But nope. Absolutely nothing changed. If anything, things got worse. 

     He was away more often, focusing on the Avengers. Or he was with Pepper, the new love of his life. 

     You tried not to linger on the situation often, knowing it would only lead to pain in your chest. So you just stuffed it in the back of your mind, hoping one day that the pain would just lessen all together. 

     About two months ago, you and MJ had decided to make things official after going on your first date. At first you talked about how fast the two of you were going, but Michelle simply said ‘we’ll be u-haul lesbians then.’ That was the end of the conversation. 

     Currently, you and your girlfriend were facetiming. You would’ve made the trek to her house but she was about to study and you both knew that you’d distract her. Plus the two of you were due for some time away from each other considering the fact that you’re at her place almost everyday. 

     “Okay, so I found this recipe the other day and I’m just now remembering it.”

     MJ looks at you confused, “Okay?” 

     You roll your eyes playfully.

     “I wanted to try it with you. After my ban from your place has been lifted.” 

     “It’s not a ban,” she chuckled.

     “Well, it sure as hell feels like one ba-”     “Mr. Stark has arrived with a guest,” M.I.A cut you off. 

     “Who is this guest?” 

     “Secretary of State, Thaddues Ross,” the AI replied, pulling up pictures of the man. 

     “Hey M, I’m gonna call you back.”

     “Yeah, yeah,” she nods, looking a little concerned. “Take all the time you need. Let me know if everything’s okay.”

     The two of you give your goodbyes and you ask M.I.A to pull up the live footage from the conference room.

     “Perspective. The world owes the Avengers an un-payable debt. You have fought for us, protected us, risked your lives… but while a great a=many people see you as heroes, there are some who would prefer the word “vigilantes”, is what you first hear when you start watching. 

     Immediately your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. 

     “And what word would you use, Mr. Secretary?” Natasha asks.

     “How about ‘dangerous’?” he replies. “What would you call a group of US-based, enhanced individuals who routinely ignore sovereign borders and inflict their will wherever they choose and who, frankly, seem unconcerned about what they leave behind?”

     The secretary activates a screen behind him which begins to play the previous battles the Avengers and SHIELD have fought in. 

     “New York.” 

     He clicks a button, footage of chitauri, shooting guns, and Hulk smashing plays. 

     “Washington D.C”

     A new video appears, showing the insight helicarriers firing at each other with chaos following. 

     “Sokovia.” 

     The frame changes, showcasing the terrified citizens that were on the flying piece of land. 

     “Lagos.” 

     “That’s enough,” Steve interrupts. 

     Ross nods in response and begins his speech again. 

     “For the past four years, you’ve operated with unlimited power and no supervision. That’s an arrangement the governments of the world can no longer tolerate. But I think we have a solution.”

     He places a thick document on the table and slides it across to Wanda. As the team slides the book to each other Ross starts talking. 

     “The Sokovia Accords. Approved by 117 countries… it states that the Avengers shall no longer be a private organization. Instead, they’ll operate under the supervision of a United Nations panel, only when and if that panel deems it necessary.” 

     “The Avengers were formed to make the world a safer place,” the Captain begins. “I feel we’ve done that.”

     “Tell me, Captain, do you know where Thor and Banner are right now?” There was a momentary pause as the two men’s eyes met. “If I misplaced a couple of 30 megaton nukes… you can bet there’d be consequences. Compromise. Reassurance. That’s how the world works. Believe me, this is middle ground.”

     At this point, you’re walking out of your room after transfering the feed to your tablet and making your way to the elevator.

     “So, these are contingencies,” Rhodey states. 

     “Three days from now,” Secretary Ross begins. “The UN meets in Vienna to ratify the Accords. Talk it over.” 

     Natasha speaks up, “And if we don’t come to a decision you don’t like?”

     “Then you retire.” 

     The elevator stops and you look up seeing the Secretary walk in with someone behind him. You give him a subtle disgusted look before turning your attention back to the security footage.

     As the deathtrap descends, you can feel his eyes lingering on you. 

     “Can I help you?” 

     “You’re a little young to be an intern.” 

     “You’re a little old to be looking at me like that,” you shrug, swiping away from the video on your tablet as you feel him looking over your shoulder. 

     Ross gives an awkward chuckle and furrows his eyebrows. When you reach the bottom floor, he gets ready to step out and places a hand on your shoulder. 

     You look at him like he’s lost his mind. 

     “You seem like a good kid. Be sure to make good choices.” 

     Raising an eyebrow, you refrain from saying what you want to say. You lift your hand and gently take his off of you. 

     “Don’t touch me,” 

     Once he exits, you hear the chatting start back up.

     “Secretary Ross has a Congressional Medal of Honor,” Rhodes told Sam. “Which is one more than you have. 

     “So let’s say we agree to this thing,” Wilson starts. “How long is it gonna be before they LoJack us like a bunch of common criminals?”

     “117 countries want to sign this. 117, Sam, and you’re just like, ‘No that’s cool. We got it.” 

     “I have an equation,” Vision announces as you get back on the elevator. 

     “Oh this will clear it up,” Sam mutters. 

     “In the eight years since Mr. Stark announced himself as Iron Man, the number of known enhanced persons has grown exponentially. And during the same period, the number of potentially world-ending events has risen at a commensurate rate.“

     “Toaster oven’s got a point there,” you mumble, stepping back on the metal deathtrap. 

     Steve asks,“Are you saying it’s our fault?”

     “I’m saying there may be a causality. Our very strength invites challenge. Challenge incites conflict. And conflict… breeds catastrophe. Oversight… oversight is not an idea that can be dismissed out of hand.” 

     “Boom,” Rhodey says.                             

     You see Tony lying on the couch, quite relaxed, contradicting the tense atmosphere. 

     “Tony,” Nat starts. “You are being uncharacteristically non-hyper-verbal.”

     “It’s because he’s already made up his mind,” Steve explained. 

     “Boy, you know me so well,” Stark starts, getting up and rubbing the back of his head. “Actually I’m nursing an electromagnetic headache,” he pauses to grab a mug of coffee. “That’s what’s going on, Cap. It’s just pain. It’s discomfort. Who’s putting coffee grounds in the disposal? Am I running a bed and breakfast for a biker gang?”

     Tony puts his phone in a basket and taps the screen. An image is projected of a smiling young man. 

     “Oh, that’s Charles Spencer, by the way. He’s a great kid. Computer engineering degree, 3.6 GPA. Had a floor level gig at Intel planned for the fall. But first, he wanted to put a few miles on his soul, before he parked it behind a desk. See the world. Maybe be of service. Charlie didn’t want to go to Vegas or Fort Lauderdale, which is what I would do. He didn’t go to Paris or Amsterdam, which sounds fun. He decided to spend his summer building sustainable housing for the poor. Guess where, Sokovia.”

     He pauses for a second as the team soaks in the information.

     “He wanted to make a difference, I suppose. I mean, we won’t know because we dropped a building on him while we were kicking ass.

     “There’s no decision-making process here. We need to be put in check! Whatever form that takes, I’m game. If we can’t accept limitations, if we’re boundary-less, we’re no better than the bad guys.”

     “Tony, someone dies on your watch, you don’t give up,” Steve rebuttals.

     “Who said we’re giving up?” 

     “We are if we’re not taking responsibility for our actions. This document just shifts the blame.”

     “I’m sorry. Steve,” Rhodey blurted. “That-that is dangerously arrogant. This is the United Nations we’re talking about. It’s not the World Security Council, it’s not SHIELD, it’s not HYDRA.”

      “No, but it’s run by people with agendas, and agendas change.”   

      “That’s good,” Tony starts. “That’s why I’m here. When I realized what my weapons were capable of in the wrong hands, I shut it down and stopped manufacturing.  

     “Tony, you chose to do that. If we sign this, we surrender our right to choose. What if this panel sends us somewhere we don’t think we should go? What if there is somewhere we need to go, and they don’t let us? We may not be perfect, but the safest hands are still our own.”

     “If we don’t do this now, it’s gonna be done to us later. That’s a fact. That won’t be pretty.”

     Wanda finally speaks up, “You’re saying they’ll come for me.”

     “We would protect you,” Vision promised. 

     “Maybe Tony’s right,” the redhead speaks. “If we have one hand on the wheel, we can still steer. If we take it off--”

     “Aren’t you the same woman who told the government to kiss her ass a few years ago?” Sam interrupts. 

     “I’m just… I’m reading the terrain. We have made… some very public mistakes. We need to win their trust back. 

     “Focus up,” Tony says. “I’m sorry, did I just mishear or did you agree with me?”

     “Oh, I want to take it back now.”

     “No, no, no. You can’t retract it. Thank you. Unprecedented. Okay, case-closed--I win.” 

     From what you see, Steve stands to leave abruptly. 

     You then walk out of the elevator, tablet still in hand with the footage up. The captain walks past you just as you turn the corner and spot the team. 

     “Someone’s upset,” you hum. 

     You walk past everyone towards the fridge and grab a water bottle. 

     “Anyway, that was very childish. And kinda stupid.” 

     Inquisitive looks are thrown your way and you hold up the tablet awkwardly as you plop down on a chair. 

     “I was watching you. I kinda do that a lot. It’s not as creepy as it sounds.” 

     You open the bottle and take a sip. 

     “What are you doing down here kid--”

     “Ahhh,” you interrupt. “Don’t call me a kid. I haven’t been a child for years.”

     “Just answer the question,” Tony snaps. 

     “I like to stay informed. No one tells me anything and while you think that these private meetings only affect you, it doesn’t. It affects me too. You may not remember I’m your child but several people do. And that puts me in danger. So yes, I listen to your conversations to make sure it’s nothing I need to worry about.” 

     An awkward silence washes over as you gulp down more water. 

     “Anyway, I was just riding up and down the elevator waiting for you guys to finish. That Ross dude is kinda creepy by the way. But you’re really considering signing that thing?” 

     “Not you too,” your father mutters. 

      You let out a laugh and everyone looks at you strangely. 

      “Is this funny to you?” Rhodey asks. 

      “Yes,” you stop laughing abruptly. “I find it hilarious that this is the same government that was ready to drop a nuke on the city during the Battle of New York not giving a damn about a single civilian that was still in the area. I find it hilarious that this is the same government that lets thousands of children and women of color go missing and not do a thing about it. It’s funny that this is the same government that let HYDRA, Red Room, AIM; all that shit grow right under their nose. It’s funny because this government is the same one that uses taxpayer money for dumb ass projects and unnecessary military funding instead of using it to fund shit that helps the civilians they claim they care so much about. I mean how can you not find this situation amusing?”

     “Look,” Tony attempts. 

     “I’m not finished,” you challenge, looking him dead in the eyes. “This government don’t give a damn about y’all, especially not the three of us,” you say, gesturing to yourself, Sam, and Rhodey. “We’d be booted out of this country before you could even blink if they ever got the chance and you know that.

     “I don’t know why y’all are so adamant on gaining the government’s trust when they don’t give a flying fuck about you or these goddamn civilians. All they care about is power. They don’t care how many civilians come up missing or die in some tragic accident. It doesn’t matter what happens. When they see someone becoming richer or smarter or more powerful than they are, they will do anything to shut that shit down. 

     “I don’t understand how you can’t see that. And maybe it’s just me. Maybe it’s just me and my experience,” you pause, catching the gaze of every person in the room with hard eyes. You take a deep breath and try to calm down. “Sign it if you want to. Think about how many lives you’ll lose then.”

     You stand from your spot and walk into the open elevator, ready to get to the comfort of your bed. 

-

     It had been two days since the initial meeting and you were currently sitting on Michelle’s bed watching her read. 

     “You’re really pretty,” you muttered out of the blue.

     You saw your girlfriend’s cheeks develop a subtle red tint as she mumbled back a ‘thank you, and continued reading. You groan and gently pull the book out of her hands. 

     “Hey,” she quietly protests. 

     “Please,” you pout, holding your arms out as an invitation.

     MJ fondly rolls her eyes before lowering herself onto you. You hummed contently and squeezed her before planting a kiss on her cheek. 

     She surprised you by turning her head and giving you a lingering kiss. That one kiss soon turned into something more. 

     Michelle gently pushed you onto your back and straddled your hips. Bending down she kissed you once again, her lips gliding with yours. 

     This continued for a few minutes, taking small breaks in between to breathe. You don’t think you could ever get enough of her and hoped that she was feeling similarly.

     You kissed until your jaws hurt. The euphoric feeling still lingered as MJ rested her forehead against yours, trying to catch her breath. 

     “We should do that again sometime,” you mumbled. 

     Your girlfriend nodded in response, giving one more chaste kiss to your lips before dropping to your side. 

     “Tomorrow,” she said after glancing at the clock that read 10:47. 

     “Guess I’m spending the night then.” 

     “I have no problem with that.”

-

     The next day, you were awoken by beeping from your phone. Once you were fully aware of your surroundings you picked up the device and read the notifications that M.I.A sent through. Scanning through them, you sat up with urgency and played the video. 

     “A bomb hidden in a news van ripped through the UN building in Vienna. More than 70 people have been injured. At least 12 are dead, including Wakanda’s King T’Chaka. Officials have released a video of a suspect who they have identified as James Buchanan Bares, the Winter Soldier. The infamous HYDRA agent, linked to numerous acts of terrorism and political assassinations.”

     Carefully removing Michelle’s arm from around your waist, you stand up and move to the corner of the room. You press the contact and hold the phone up to your ear. 

      “Nat what the fuck is going on?”

     You hear the woman sigh on the other side of the phone.     “Look, just… stay wherever you are.”

     “Yeah, okay, whatever. I want answers, Nat.”

     “(Y/n),” she says firmly. “Calm down and go back to whatever you were doing. Right now, this does not concern you and I would like it to stay that way. Do you understand me?”

     There was some silence, before you let out a forced chuckle. 

     “Okay, whatever. Bye.”

     “(Y/n) c’mo--”

     You disconnected the call and gently tossed the phone onto MJ’s desk.     “You sound stressed.” 

     Turning around to face the bed, you see Michelle sat up and leaning against the headboard. You nod slowly and crawl your way up towards her. 

     “I am.”

     You feel her hand take hold of your clenched ones and she rubs them, causing you to relax slightly. 

     “There was a um, bombing at the--the um… signing thing. And no one wants to tell me what’s going on, so,” you end the sentence, shrugging. 

     MJ’s head drops onto your shoulder and you let her cuddle close. 

     “They told me to stay where I was. So hopefully we can get something good out of that.” 

     There was no response and you thought she had fallen back asleep, but you were proven wrong when your girlfriend started getting up. 

     “C’mon,” she instructed, holding her hand out when she saw the look of confusion on your face. 

     Taking her hand, the two of you made your way to the kitchen. 

     She turned around and grabbed your shoulders. 

     “We are going to make some breakfast… or lunch whatever. And then we are going to binge watch until we can binge watch no longer. Alright?”

     You nod your head, chuckling and then got to work. 

-

     It had been days since you last heard from anyone. No updates from Natasha. M.I.A even told you there hasn’t even been a great deal of movement in the compound. Today you decided you would head back. 

     When you arrived it was quiet. As you walked down the halls you heard distant chatter and followed it. 

     Turning the corner, you were surprised at what you saw. 

     “What the hell happened?”

     The two men turned to look your way, but you were given no answers. 

     Tony had bruises on his face and he looked more tense than usual. Rhodey had some sort of tech on his legs. 

     “You fought them. You fought them all, didn’t you?” 

     Both men looked away and avoided your gaze. 

     “You didn’t even listen to what I said. This is what the government does. I tried to tell you, but you didn’t even fucking listen,” you ranted, your voice slightly raising.

     “Us breaking apart wasn’t the government. Most of this is on some guy th--”

     “Well the government allowed it to happen so I’d say it is their fault!” 

     You turned to your father with pleading eyes. 

     “Where are they, Tony?”

     “Kid, they’re criminals now, I don’t--”

     “Stop calling me that! I’m--I’m not some kid. I’m not your kid,” you let out a frustrated breath. “You--you couldn’t talk it out? Like mature adults? You just had to go assert your dominance somewhere--in what? An--an airport? Some vacant lot? You just had to fight. Do you not know how to communicate?” 

     You looked at the two men, shook your head, and brushed past them. 

     Just when things were alright.

-

     “(Y/n)?” 

     “What M.I.A?”

     You were currently laying in your bed trying to control the tears that were begging to fall from your eyes due to the amount of overwhelming shit you had been hit with. You talked with MJ for a little while and while it helped a bit, you honestly were still feeling like… well shit.

     “There’s a package for you.” 

     Furrowing your eyebrows, you head down to where the mail is usually placed, get the package with your name on it, and head back to your room. 

     Grabbing a pair of scissors, you cut the tape and open the box. Inside was a letter and a phone. 

     Hey sweetheart.

     It was Natasha’s handwriting.

     I’m sorry. I really am. We all are. I wish things wouldn’t have ended this way, but they did and we can’t really do anything about it now. 

     I listened to what you said. I listened and I tried my best to understand. I don’t think I ever wanted to sign the accords in the first place. The only reason I did so was so that we could stay together. So that I could stay with you. This team is the only family I’ve had in a long time. The fact that that stack of papers could end that scared me. 

     I just kept trying to convince myself that signing the Accords was the right thing to do; anything to keep this team together. Anything to keep everything from falling apart. 

     But the more I thought about it, I realized. You were right. Everything you said. This government doesn’t care. And if the government doesn’t care like they’re supposed to then we need to. People need the government, but they don’t have it. They do have us though. And they always will. 

     I love you. I didn’t say it enough and I don’t know when or if I’ll ever get to tell you that again. You are so precious to me and I’m sorry I couldn’t stay. If you ever need anything, you can always give me a call. 

     You wiped your eyes and gently picked up the phone. You held it in your hands for a moment before setting it down. You folded the letter back up neatly and placed both items in the top drawer of your nightstand. 

     You laid back down on your bed with less tears on your face. 

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[kyanmapng]

han seojun biker au.

listen to movie by junny.

˗ˋˏ author’s note ˎˊ˗

finally biker! seojun is here. as usual i just indulged and let my imagination run wild with the cheesiness. it might seem short, but i actually wrote too much and had to cut it in the middle as to not overwhelm ppl and tumblr (who loves to cut my stuff when i add read more). but if u are interested in more of this, let me know! biker seojun is definitely my weakness and this has a continuation, but i’m thinking of re-writing the continuation as more of a scenario. 

duality truly hits different with han seojun. dark, mysterious with a studded jacket and ears heavy with piercings, but drinking non-alcoholic sweet drinks because his tolerance for alcohol is so incredibly low (i mean one shot and the world is a merry-go-round low). 

he has the look of a model, as if u can’t possibly catch him looking less than 100% perfect (something his gang members would love to prove wrong and they have no shortage of incriminating pictures).

he definitely named his bike and talks to it when he makes repairs. also is it just me or did it get a little hot here, thinking about seojun working on his bike? headband in his hair to keep it from falling in his eyes, leather jacket somewhere in the corner so as to not get it dirty, black shirt with a neckline so deep his friends call it indecent exposure. his friends make so much fun of him when he does things in what seems like a thought-out pose (think of suho making fun of seojun for drying his hair in the most diva way possible.)

seojun doesn’t enjoy fighting but sometimes you just can’t avoid it and he learned to adapt. as a kid he would never stoop so low as to cheat or play to his advantage. when he got older and saw that his play by the book mentality gave the upperhand to everyone but him, he changed his way. petty and crafty tricks sometimes hit harder than fists ever could. 

but even then his heart is forever kind and beats harder for anything cute. he gets this soft look in his eyes when seeing a puppy or riding by a field of pretty flowers. (he also wears cute mismatched socks inside his scary looking leather boots. but that’s a secret he’s taking to his grave.)

and people seem to notice the softness even when he tries so hard to be intimidating. grannies effortlessly rope him into carrying their groceries (oftentimes he volunteers himself) and then they pull his cheeks and coo at him, while he has to bow down to even be eye level with them. it makes him wonder if he is just soft or they are tough. (it’s both ok.)

biker seojun loves his gang, they are his family and he can’t imagine them not being by his side. it would feel like he is stranded in the middle of nowhere with his bike in pieces that he can’t put together. 

even then he feels like there is something missing. seojun is a romantic soul through and through, he wants to feel the connection and have someone who will turn to him for help and who will be there for him as well. someone he can share his everything with (down to the mismatched socks secrets.)

it just so happens, seojun often rides off to clear his head so as to not bother his friends. this time he is jumped by some people that really want to have revenge and have the numbers to make it sting bad. seojun gets hurt pretty bad but in comes a knight in a shining armor (really it’s just a person on a scooter playing police siren imitation.) shockingly the tactic pays off and the dudes run off yelling curses and promises of bigger beating. 

before seojun loses consciousness he sees you run to him from the pizza delivery scooter and look him over with an extremely worried look. 

hauling seojun anywhere is a pain that your back is going to feel for a few days, but after he’s successfully transported you can finally try and see the full scope of his injuries. split lip, cut on his forehead probably from a ring, bruised jaw and ribs. when your hand touched his ribs, seojun flinched and woke up, grabbing your hand and squeezing hard on the reflex. 

once u calm him down and he relaxes again, he let’s go and watches you fuss over him. when he notices your wrist and those red irritated marks his grip left, he feels guilty. you ask him what happened and he glosses over it, not wanting to disclose anything that could somehow put you in risk. he asks how come you got a police siren and you laugh and tell him that you have secrets of your own. 

when seojun is as good as new, you send him on his way, but before that he asks about the reason you would risk helping him. “turning a blind eye like that is … agreeing with the violence even without throwing my fists around. how could i sleep at night not knowing what happened to you after i turned my back on you?” seojun feels something stir in him at that, even more so when u add, “it’s not that i wasn’t scared! but i would be more scared of myself if i let it go.” 

basically that seal the deal and seojun is stuck with your words in his mind and your kind touch on his wounds in his memory. later that night he realizes… he didn’t ask for your name! he feels like his chance to get to know you just slipped through his fingers.

until later his gang members see how gloomy seojun seems and want to raise his spirits with some pizza night! seojun goes to the door, grumpily huffing and puffing under his breath, just to freeze when he sees you holding the pizza, trained smile on your face. “here is your pizza-- oh!” by some movie-esque turn of events seojun sees his second chance materialize and he is not going to let it pass him by. maybe this time he will start by asking your name and maybe just maybe he will ask for your number too. 

[justjuiceyboy]

new beginnings

in which Happy is the readers tattoo artist

word count: 1,637

warnings: swearing 

(a/n: I’m basically becoming a blog for Happy, will get back to writing Juice soon, just got this idea and knew I had to run with it. Hope you all enjoy and if you ever want to request my asks are open! Love you all, thanks for supporting!)

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7:45 p.m. The sun was setting, causing an array of colours over the buildings of Charming, lighting up the place like a movie. The air was fresh, warm as it was the middle of July. You strolled along the footpath and kicked a small rock as you walked, to calm your nerves. You had made the quick decision with your friend to get tattoos together on this day. But you were walking alone, friendless.

You were not ever going to get a tattoo alongside your ’friend’ who you had caught sleeping with your boyfriend of two years. Two years and he threw it down the drain. With your best friend nonetheless. You just packed your things as he tried to claim his innocence, even though you caught him in bed with her. You were lucky to find an apartment that day that someone was trying to get rid of. At least you had somewhere to stay, even if the entire situation wasn’t ideal.

You still decided to go through with the tattoo, wanting to use this as an opportunity for new beginnings. 

You were brought out of your daydream by the pinging of your phone, google maps telling you that you’ve reached your destination. You looked around, wide-eyed, not really knowing what to expect. But here you were, standing outside a small shop adorned with a sign stating “Mallen Tattoos”. This was the place you were looking for.

Pushing open the door, you were instantly met with the smell of cigarette smoke and disinfectant. At least they use disinfectant, you thought to yourself, trying not to show any emotion. 

You walked promptly up to the front counter and coughed to get the man's attention. He looked up at you from where he was sitting and gave you a warm smile, accompanied by “You alright Darling?” 

You were insanely put at ease by his kind demeanour and you smiled back at him, “Hi, I have an appointment for a tattoo at 8, booked it a few weeks ago?” He started flipping through a book that was on the desk and stopped, raising a brow, “says here that there’s gonna be two of you?” 

You sighed, having forgotten that obviously, your best friend was in on the booking too. You told that man that it was just you and handed over some ID, hoping he’d still allow you to be tattooed even though it was only one client. You handed over the money for the tattoo in hopes that that may persuade him further. But once again he smiled and got up from his seat, bringing you through a small hallway to a spacious room with four big leather chairs for tattooing. He gestured to one of them and you sat down.

He brought over a clipboard full of waivers for you to sign and then spoke once again. “Oh, I forgot to tell you Miss, but the artist you wanted, well, he’s sick today. Real bad infection! But anyways, we have a different guy here who gets tattooed all the time, very talented too, if you’ll take him instead?” You could tell he was nervous as to how you’d react. You’d spoken to the other artist on the phone and he’d done practice drawings of the tattoo and sent them to you so you were pretty nervous to let a new artist just take over but before you could weigh up the pros and cons you just nodded. New beginnings, right?

He let out a sigh of relief that he had been holding in and apologised for all this which made you laugh. But you stopped laughing as soon as you saw your new tattoo artist.

A tall figure entered the room, walking over to the man who had led you here. They seemed friendly with each other as they talked. Your nervousness was now back in full force as you surveyed the man who was about to ink your body. He was bald and you could see the tattoos going up his arms. He had an extensive collection which you assumed went much further than just his arms but your view was covered by the plain white T-Shirt he was wearing. He was quite scary, never creating a smile the entire time the other man was talking to him. Your tattoo artist was handed a few pages and he nodded after looking through them, finally making his way over to you who was sweating in the leather chair.

“This is Happy! He’ll take great care of you don’t worry! If you need anything you know where I am” the overly jolly man as he waved goodbye to you both and returned down the hall. Happy. The man in front of you was anything but Happy, with his scary look and overly built body. You knew he was a part of the Sons Of Anarchy biker gang.

You finally made eye contact with Happy and your nervousness increased once again. He was a good-looking man and you knew this tattoo could take some time. Being trapped in close contact with a man like this would terrify anyone. Also, he has some menacing eyes that you felt nearly bore holes into you when he looked.

“Do you know where you want it?” He questioned suddenly, you hearing his voice for the first time. Your mind instantly went to the wrong idea of what you want where and you choked out an exclamation of “what?!”

“The tattoo, where do you want it?” He stated not changing his expression. You mentally hit yourself in the face for going to the dirty side of things and once again was only barely able to speak when you said “ribs.”

He nodded and set up with the pre-made stencil as you lifted your shirt over one shoulder, half your body on display now. He focused on the task at hand and lay the stencil whilst you tried to look anywhere else but at him, knowing that he’d make your knees go weak and you’d say something stupid again. 

Once you agreed to the positioning, he began the process of the needlework. This was the first time you’d been tattooed and you didn’t know what to expect in regards to pain. The second he hit the skin, you jumped. He looked up at you and raised an eyebrow and you smile sheepishly so he continued on again. There was no small talk which you were thankful for. You were trying not to make a big deal of it but you could feel every touch, especially when he brushed off your boob whilst doing the linework.

He began filling the shape and shading and you let out a quiet ‘fuck’ and a breath. The man finally broke the silence as he stopped tattooing for a quick minute and rustled around in the pocket of his leather kutte. He pulled out a packet of cigarettes and held it one out to you. Talk about a hygienic practice, but you couldn’t judge right now, anything to take your mind off the pain.

“It helps, especially first time,” he concluded, lighting the cigarette and bringing it up to your lips. You took a drag and felt more relaxed now so he continued on again, placing the cigarette in between his own lips. But this time he kept talking, probably to distract you.

“Why the tattoo?” He asked, without looking at you of course, as he was busy staring at the skin beside your breast. You decided to give in to the small talk, mainly because you wanted to see what you could find out about the man who held a needle to your ribs and a cigarette hanging out of his mouth.

“I booked it with a friend but I found out she was sleeping with my boyfriend so I’m not really sure why I still came if I’m being honest,” you told him, not being wary that you were spilling the truth to a stranger.

“Sounds like a dick” he stated point-blank, making you laugh quietly. “Yeah, she was.”

“Meant the boyfriend. He was obviously stupid,” he mumbles, one eye flicking up to you as he pulled away again. He took the cigarette from his mouth and reached up to you again to let you have a puff. You weren’t sure if it was the air or the cigarette smoke clouding your judgment but the entire scene felt slightly erotic to you now. Hot man, feathery touched on your body and sharing a cigarette between both of your mouths. 

Happy seemed to have unwavering confidence as he watched you take a long drag as he spoke again, “You need a real man.” Now it was your turn to mumble, “beats me when I’ll find one of those.” It only took him another five or so minutes to finish on the tattoo and he then wrapped the area for you in silence.

He wrote a few things on a piece of printed paper and handed it to you, telling you it was just the care instructions and told you how to wash the area. You thanked him and he nodded again, signaling that you can go. You left the room and walked out the door of the shop, waving to the friendly man at the front desk.

The air was now brisk as you turned on your heel, ready to walk home. You were about to stuff the paper into your pocket as you noticed what he wrote at the bottom.

‘If you’re still looking for that real man, call me’

It was accompanied by his phone number and a small smiley face, which in turn made you smile. Looks like you’ll be seeing him again soon and not just for another tattoo. As you said, new beginnings, right?

[m-aster-of-spinjitzu]

golden power; never wielded

my first work for @ninjago-angst-week! prompt - abandoned (16/08) Lloyd's never known what it's like to share his heart with another, linking two lives together as if one had found the melody to their chorus, now a song in perfect harmony. If he’d always felt like he was invisible; wondered if there was something fundamentally wrong with his inability to touch others’ hearts, then, well, that was no one’s business but his own. Of course, that was before he quite literally fell for someone - the first person, actually - who seemed to care. Of course she was too good to be true. Or, the S8 angst I've been wanting to write about 'game of masks' and the aftermath. trigger warnings - suicidal thoughts, brief mention of implied self-harm, not really a warning but it talks a lot about loneliness. "How did you know?"

"It's an Oni Temple. It's safe to assume that only an Oni could take it."

"No. How could you know that I was part Oni?"

How could you know that I was part Oni?

The question repeated itself in his mind, echoing into the blizzard.

Sometimes, he wondered what would've gone down at the temple if he hadn't been so observant.

Well, he thought bitterly, probably not the temple itself.

The walls collapsing, he'd caught a glimpse of his terrified face as the room filled with swirling inky blackness, freezing him to the bone.

But the real pain came from her words.

Ah. Your emotions. You can't get rid of them, can you?

No, he'd wanted to yell, staring listlessly at the shaking grey semblance of sky.

He'd always felt like he wielded the element of light; invisible, trapped behind a barrier that no one cared enough to break. Isolated; locked away from the world. Longing for - yearning for - a single soul to want to know his heart. Pain that almost felt tangible, bleeding into every motion, every day.

Everyone else seemed to find it so easy - so effortless - simple as breathing, taken for granted like it was ingrained into their bones. Everyone else seemed to have given away a little piece of their heart - to their parents, friends, or lovers.

The fact that his was, and had always been, entirely whole?

He was either cursed, the venom from the Great Devourer passed down to him, or there was something fundamentally unlikable coursing through his veins.

By this point, he assumed it was the latter.

Maybe, if anyone had ever cared - wanted to know him - he'd never have felt like it was pressing down on his chest like a casket; a useless block of ice that no one wanted, not even the unfortunate owner it'd been given.

If no one would know his heart, he'd thought, grabbing a forgotten map, he'd strike fear into theirs - until they knew what it was like to sob into invisible barriers, to gaze upon the world with a weary eyes and a heart heavy with the knowledge that if they vanished, no one would even notice.

He'd realized far too late that he had unleashed an evil that couldn't be controlled - or one that could only be controlled by his- by someone else that had sunk beneath the darkness until no light remained-

He'd escaped from the crumbling casket, energy and eyes blazing - only to find that Har- she'd already escaped with the mask.

The Oni Mask of Hatred.

As they had steered the boat through the river, her sweet smile hiding lie upon lie, he'd thought it was somewhat ironic - two lovers, seeking a literal manifestation of hatred.

He'd laughed bitterly; no mirth in the sound.

After his first crush had - well, literally tried to crush him, he didn't think that this day could get much worse.

Until she dropped him into a contraption that was the stuff of nightmares - leaving the others with a seemingly impossible choice.

He'd wanted to yell, scream, that they should save his mother - he'd hurt enough people over the course of his short life, as evidenced by the grief-stricken orphan yelling a foreign language right in front of him.

I'm the expendable one! Maybe she was right - it was my fault the Serpentine were able to release the Great Devourer. And it took thousands of lives - but never the life of the one who was to blame.

He'd grabbed the vengestone bars, the faint sense of numbness they brought a welcoming relief from the storm of emotions that- he honestly had no clue what to do with.

i could drown, he had thought briefly, fleetingly. what if i drowned and i never hurt anyone again-

you have  a responsibility, even though you've pretty much failed to uphold it so far

"Clotho venge! Clotho decer! Clotho haeed!"

Shoving the thought to the back of his mind, he'd gripped the bars tighter, ignoring the sting of the metal against skin.

If anything, he'd welcomed the sting.

Any pain was better than the agonizing reminder that his heart was, and had always been, entirely whole.

He didn't even realize he was trembling until he heard his father's voice echoing from the vortex.

His father hadn't asked to be bitten by an evil snake, the venom coursing through his veins for years upon years. He hadn't asked to be dumped at a boarding school for bad kids, spending what he had left of his childhood hiding in empty classrooms or yelling empty threats as his classmates snickered.

Against all odds, they'd been reunited. Evil snakes, Fangblades, even Jade Blades - none of it had stood between them.

Just when he thought they might have a future - he might have a- a family - the Cursed Realm decided to curse them all.

His father with imprisonment, him with a life devoid of a father he'd loved, at the end.

Now H- she wanted to resurrect him?

His father had been so much more than the Oni blood in his veins. So was he.

But if he was completely Oni-

Lloyd didn't like their odds. He kind of hated them.

"Clotho venge! Clotho decer! Clotho haeed!"

---

A few chaotic hours later... they'd won? They'd won.

The Sons of Garmadon (he'd always thought the name was kind of ironic - he, the only son of Garmadon, wasn't in their crazy biker gang) had been imprisoned by courageous, if a bit overzealous, taser-wielding policeman.

Ninjago was celebrating - everyone was; he should be, too.

Should he really revel in their victory, though? It was his fault that she'd been able to snatch the last mask, all the safeguards the Oni had put in place practically worthless because of his stupid feelings-

H- Harumi had been thrown in one of the police vans.

"You're right - this isn't me," she'd started, her meekness almost convincing him that she really was the girl he'd fallen for - the girl who'd been forced into a mask she never wanted to wear, but someone who still cared about the world... and- and about him.

"Stop."

He'd cut her off, the venom in his tone surprising both of them.

"Save it for someone who cares," he'd forced out, the hurt welling up his chest almost as painful as their unceremonious descent into the jungle, (the descent she'd orchestrated, he'd thought fleetingly, squeezing his eyes together) unable to believe that this- this liar was the same sweet girl he'd fallen for.

With that, he slammed the door of the van, locking her in - wishing that locking his memories away could be easy.

She'd never cared about him; simply needing to use him as if he was nothing more than the power he wielded.

He watched one of the policemen drive her away, the tired-but-enthusiastic cheers of his teammates nothing more than background noise; static.

Vaguely, he realized that his heart wasn't quite whole - he'd given a piece of it to someone whom he had thought would link theirs together in harmony, the melody to his chorus; what he'd been searching for ever since he'd woken up screaming in a 'boarding school' that seemed more like a prison.

She'd taken more than what he'd given - draining the light from his entire being as if she was the Overlord, stealing his golden power without a shred of remorse.

That failure was practically painless, compared to her-

An almost unfamiliar emotion slowly stated to replace the ache in his chest that he'd grown used to for all those years; it'd become comforting, even. Watching the world go by with a heart that seemed more like a curse, he briefly, fleetingly, wondered if he'd be better off without one.

If there was ever a problem that presented itself to Nya while she worked on the Bounty, she used to joke that it'd be easier to just dump their entire hard dive into the sea.

Destruction seemed to be easier than fixing, he conceded - the van now just a glimmer of bright light; one of the many that made up their vibrant city.

"How did you know?" he heard, yet again wondering how he felt so disconnected from his own role in the memory.

How had she known? 

The whisper of a voice long gone bled into his consciousness, his hands shaking at his sides even as the city celebrated.

Why had he even asked that?

Plastering a smile on his face as he walked over to his teammates, the question repeating itself in his mind, echoing into the blizzard.

FSM - she didn't need to be leader of a biker gang to know that.

Who could ever give their heart - the epitome of human connection; golden power all on its own, albeit of a different kind - to an Oni?

Maybe he wasn't the one trapped behind an invisible wall, built on tears and loneliness and yearning and heartache and a lone question - why? Why could no one seem to look past the cage he felt himself trapped in, observing the world rather than playing a part in it.

He hadn't been a- abandoned by everyone, he realized, a weary sense of clarity and shadowed eyes not sure to accept it or push it into the back of his mind like the hours he'd spent there, as if he'd ever want to have hurt his teammates like he did, the twisted ghost-

He trailed behind his teammates as they sang - horribly off key, his mind pointed out, forcing a small smile onto his face - lost in the figurative blizzard, despite the fact that the sun's rays had only vanished a few hours ago.

If no one would know his heart?

FSM - could he really blame them?

(if you read this far, thank you so much, you’ve made my day:D)

[dalekofchaos]

I honestly hate the direction of Boba Fett in his own show. 

What I will say positively is the flashbacks are the best part about the show. 

For reference, here is my first meta piece.

Boba Fett apparently doesn’t fire a gun once, doesn't use his jetpack when in danger, wants to show mercy to everyone, and according to Temuera, he talks way too much and honestly Boba should not be taking his mask off IN EVERY SCENE HE’S IN. THE MASK IS HIS FACE

He’s also is so unaware of everyone's intentions and unsure of his enemies' moves. Boba Fett in the show keeps getting tricked/bamboozled and walked all over. Like Boba is smarter than this??? Boba knows how this game is played

Compare it to The Mandalorian.

Boba Fett is capable of taking out an entire platoon of Stormtroopers and used the Slave I to take out a shit ton of Imperial Forces. And walked right into Jabba’s Palace and killed Bib Fortuna and took the throne.

Even in ESB, He was able to get ahead of Han Solo himself. Like come on.

I don’t think once Boba has fired his blaster or won a fight by himself in the show in the present day(yes he’s won fights by himself and unarmed even during the flashbacks, but not once has he won a fight in the modern settings). 

The whole show is based on Boba wanting to rule with respect. The problem is no one respects him, everyone walks all over him, tricks and betrays him. He doesn't even rule with respect. He gets 0 respect. Episode 4 ended with him saying, "either you are with me, or I will politely ask that you don't betray me as I leave you alone" seriously, how hard is it to say, "If you don't help me deal with the pykes, then have two choices. Either I incinerate you or I feed you to my Rancor.”

Boba Fett’s armor is covered with weapons that isn’t a weapon and he hasn’t used it to win a fight??? 

We finally get more Boba content and he's watered down. So watered down that Fennec Shand, the Biker gang and Din Djarin outshined Boba in his own show. You can clearly tell this show was made by people who hate Boba Fett and his fans.

And don’t come at me with “he’s changed” you can have a character arc and still be badass.(see Iroh and Zuko from ATLA) You can want to rule with respect and still not be seen as weak(Vito Corleone is the perfect example)  

The changing Boba to a hero type character was a mistake. Go through an arc, via the flashbacks, sure. But Boba Fett should always be an anti-hero.

Boba should not care for respect. Boba should be as ruthless as he was as a bounty hunter as a crime lord. And out of his ruthlessness he earns respect and build alliances, but cross him and you’re as good as dead as the bounties he used to collect. If you’re lucky, he’ll just send Fennec after you, but he chooses to come after you himself? Boy, you better start praying to whatever god you believe in cause not even the force could save you from Boba Fett.

Like was it so hard to show Boba Fett as the guy we saw in The Mandalorian season 2 in his own fucking show or even in War Of The Bounty Hunters comic???

[struggling-with-time]

SBI Racing AU Headcanon

Paring: SBI Family

Summary: Racing headcanon for how the family of 4 adrenaline junkies function.

Warnings: Fluff, racing au

Words: 1.6K

Masterlist: SBI Masterlist - Wilbur's Masterlist - Full Masterlist

A/N: Racing AU brain rot, lets goooo. REQUESTS ARE OPEN. Request here.

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Let’s get this on the road, ha road get it, anyway

Phil is a retired F1 driver, having had his years on the road chasing the adrenaline high.

He now helps out in Techno’s shop as a mechanic. While working for the nearby racing ring, he claims it’s to make sure nobody gets hurt too badly. In reality, everyone knows it’s because he misses racing himself.

Phil was forced to stop after an injury that left him with a bad knee, a true old man, according to his youngest son, Tommy.

Phil is a now single father, raising his three sons, that are all seeking adrenaline the same way as him. Which horrifies him.

Because if there is one thing Phil is never going to forget from having been behind the wheel in some of the fastest cars, is the absolute high he got from it.

He had to get the nickname Angel of Death from somewhere.

While the man has a calm and nurturing aura when met for the first time, don’t be deceived. The second he gets drunk on speed, and high of the sound. He is nowhere near calm.

Phil is a horrifying force behind the wheel, having multiple track records still standing around the world from before the accident. Not to mention an even longer list of crashes that was potentially his fault. But if you ask the man, nothing was ever proven.

Phil drives a stick shift, specifically a stick shift Chevy Camaro. His children likes to call him an old man for the stick shift.

Techno, Phils second oldest son, and his pride and joy if you ask Wilbur.

Techno can do it all, he’s a mechanic, owns his own shop, where in Phil helps out. In said shop, Techno also does the upkeep on his own car.

He does only illegal racing, the man isn’t the greatest with rules, and legalities when it comes to the legal parts of racing.

Not to mention Phil would have his head if he even tried walking the same path as him. So illegal street racing with his dad cheering him on it is.

(Phil did have a lot of problems in the beginning with Technos seemingly endless craving for the adrenaline. But he over time warmed up to the idea it was better Techno races under Phils wings, than sneaking out and making it more dangerous, than the past time already is.)

Techno does all his car upkeeps by himself, esspcially because the car wasn’t only sponsored by himself, but Phil did give him some money from his own days for the car. A Ford GT in red.

He is known famously as the Blade, but infamously as The Blood God. That red Ford GT leaves nightmares and losers in the dust.

Techno has yet to lose any races, always on top of his game.

Much to the dismay of Dream, the guy who is forever stuck in the 2nd position right behind him.

Technos racing style is known for being aggressive, but for those who have raced him, knows nothing is impulsive. Every single move is highly calculated and precise.

Techno is a college dropout, with the support of Phil and his family. Unlike Wilbur.

Wilbur is the oldest of the three children. The only one who went and completed college. Earning a degree but ended up back home.

Because to him there never was nothing like the nights him and Techno would sneak out to join the racing ring.

Despite Phils insistence that his oldest doesn’t have to be behind a wheel. Wilbur feels no other place quite fits him like that.

Phil knows how Wilbur drives. Because he taught him how to do so himself. Due to Techno just being 1 year younger than Wilbur. The year being enough for Techno to having cleaned up Wilburs mistakes when he ages a year.

Leading to Wilbur, still like Techno, having an aggressive driving style. But unlike Technos nothing about it is refined or precise. Wilbur is an absolute terror behind the wheel. A madman some have called him.

Because like his dad and younger brother. Wilbur craves the adrenaline. And he will do whatever it takes to get it.

So he races, always never first, always just close by. The oldest yet standing in the shadow of his younger brother.

Leading to unlike Techno, Wilburs pride and joy, is their youngest brother. Tommy.

But a close second would be his car, a vintage 1969 corvette stingray. That much to his dismay is mostly upkept by Techno, for while Wilbur is good on the track, he cannot fix a thing on his car alone.

Meaning Techno and Wilbur sometimes have long nights just bonding in Technos workshop, fixing their cars, talking about races, and talking about their starry-eyed younger brother Tommy.

A loud-mouthed blonde, that has been banned from getting behind a wheel. Phil taught him how to drive far too young. Leading to Tommy teaching his friend group how to as well.

And Phil is so not letting the flock of 4 adrenaline junkies with the name of Tommy, Tubbo, Ranboo and Purpled anywhere near the racetrack in any form of car. Phil would very much like to not die of a heart attack.

The group of 4 however had made it their mission to prove Phil wrong, that they should in fact race. Because according to Tommy.

“They are the biggest men” And deserve the glory that comes with that.

Phil still refuses, however, he has provided the four with an old Volkswagen from 2007, that has all the safety it needs, but no plates. A small insurance for Phil, hoping the 4 can be satisfied in cruising in it around the area behind Technos shop.

All this meaning, that while Tommy has his license, he has no car. And neither does his friends. Not that any of them would ever let him drive any of their cars if that had.

Tommy is a speed demon, and much to the dismay of his father and brother. He is as much of an adrenaline junkie as them.

So the when the rest of the family pulls up in their cool cars.

Tommy pulls up on his red Big Man Puch Maxi. Named after the crudely drawn Big Man made in black spray paint over the side. Of course filled with attributes to the people he cares about.

A drawn bee made by Tubbo, who helped him paint it red.

A crown in black and white from Ranboo, who helps him fix and repair it. Ranboo works as an apprentice in Technos shop.

A purple alien face from Purpled, whose brother Punz also drives in the racing ring.

A flag, more specifically the Logo of L’Manberg. Wilburs car. Because as he says.

“All the important things have flags.”

The sticker and design was made by the two, who sat up all night in their garage at home. Wilbur rambling on for hours about the colour meanings and how important flags and recognition is. Techno had ended up joining them after midnight, mostly listening, but sometimes adding his own 5 cents into either the conversation, or a quick piece of advice. That the hard-working brother always seemed to listen to.

So when Phil found the 3 passed out in the garage, and all he did was find pillows and blankets for them. Who is to blame that he ended up taking photos of them.

A sword, to signify his older brother Techno.

And lastly a pair of black wings, to signify the only Man. His dad Phil.

While the 4 of the minors are chaos in person, they certainly are so too when they play around in the car. Tommy driving, Tubbo as his co-pilot and stick manager. Ranboo behind Tubbo. Ranboo usually being the voice of reason, whenever he isn’t drowned out by Purpled, who sits behind Tommy, irking them on to go faster.

The 4 of them also having started what they call a biker gang, in reality it’s just them on their old Puch Maxis.

And Tommy, oh Tommy.

Tommy likes to run his mouth, especially in front of Dream, the number 2 in the racing ring. Unlike his brother Wilbur.

Wilbur has a silver tongue unlike anyone else, that convince nearly everyone, that he did in fact not nearly make the other driver crash. Because like his father, he has a long list of things that can't be proven to be his fault.

Tommy has offered Dream to race the man so many times everyone lost count after the 7th try. Not that Dream doesn’t want to shut the teenager up. More so because he is afraid of his father.

Everyone knows Techno never loses, but that runs in the family. Phil has never lost a match, even in the stick shift that he drives now. Getting into a match with him is an automatic lose, and Dream has too much pride for that.

So there on racing ring stands Phil with his 3 sons, as much of adrenaline junkies as himself, and while it isn’t the most orthodoxic family, it certain is his. And he can’t help but be proud of them. Even if his youngest and oldest is currently yelling “suck it green boy” after Techno has beat him.

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[127-mile]

THE PROSPECT.

PAIRING: Biker Hendery x racer female reader.

GENRE: Gang, motorcycle club, strangers to lovers, fluff, angst.

WARNINGS: Car accident (the accident already happened when the fic starts), blood, injuries, strong language, mention of a dead relative, of neglect, illegal race, quick mention of guns.

PLOT: The biker and the car racer, it sounds like the beginning of a terrible joke, but it is not. The biker wants to taste normality, and the car racer is happy to oblige.

WORD COUNT: +6.3k.

A/N: This is part of the Adrenaline rush collab hosted by @lucas-wongs​​ | I'm also working on a fic from Johnny (the club's president)'s point of view.

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!" you scream in frustration.

You hit the steering wheel with your fists, and you ignore the throbbing pain in your right wrist. There's smoke coming out from under the hood, and you know it's only a matter of a minute before a spark threatens to set the whole car on fire.

You unfasten your seat belt, probably the only reason you haven't gone through the windshield, and you get out of the car, slamming the door behind you, causing the window to explode into pieces.

A car pulls up near you, and you turn your head. "The finish line is a hundred meters away, why are you stopping?"

Taeyong gets out of his car, and he gasps when he sees the condition of your vehicle. "Because I wanted to make sure you didn't get hurt." he responds, rubbing his sweaty hands over his pants. "She's good for the junkyard."

You didn't need Taeyong to figure it out. "If I call a tow truck now maybe I have a chance to still have a car tomorrow, what do you think?"

"If it doesn't catch fire, yes." he whispers.

You pull away from the curb when other cars are crossing the street at full speed, you don't want to get hit by a car after crashing into a fucking pole.

"You could have been first if you hadn't stopped." you say in a sigh.

He shrugs his shoulders. "There's no money to win tonight, I don't care if I win." yeah well, good money or not you would have liked to win, and you were so close, damn it! "And I can always find a way to be accepted for the next race. I know the organizer, I will tell him about you too."

Taeyong walks over, and he takes your face in his cold hands, which makes you hiss. "You are bleeding, you should go to the hospital." he says firmly and you roll your eyes, which shouldn't be as painful as it is.

"Do you really think I have enough money to go to the hospital? You're cute." you take a step back and Taeyong's arms fall to his sides. "Do you think the Neo garage is open at night?"

Taeyong sighs. "Call the garage to check, I'll call Ten to see if he can sneak you in to make sure you're okay." the perks of having a nursing friend who doesn't care about the rules.

You pull your phone out of the pocket of your jacket, and you wince when you see the broken screen, but at least it still works. It takes you a few minutes to find the garage number, and you heave a sigh. You're always doing repairs to your car yourself, but it's way too bad now.

"Neo garage, what can I do for you?" a voice asks after the second beep.

"Hi, I have a question, when someone calls you to pick up a wrecked car, do you have to call the police?" you ask in an annoyed voice, you have no choice but to ask this question which must be bizarre, since the person chuckles on the other side.

"No, we don't call the police unless you ask us to." good to know, you won't end up in jail tonight.

"Perfect. I had an accident, and if you could come and pick it up that would be nice, if it didn't catch fire before you got there."

The person hums. "Where are you?"

You look around, and you shrug your shoulders even though no one can see you. "I am on the main street, in front of the tea shop."

"Alright, I'll be there in ten minutes." and the person hangs up.

You put your phone in your pocket, and you approach Taeyong who is waiting. "The tow truck is coming." you say, and he nods.

"Ten said the emergency room is empty, you can go, he will let you through without having you fill out the papers."

You have the choice between going to the hospital to check that your wrist is not broken and that you do not have a concussion, or to wait for the tow truck, the choice is already made, you love your car more than you love yourself. "Go, take my car, I'll wait for the tow truck, I'll send you a message later."

You frown. "Are you sure? Weren't you supposed to spend the evening with Doyoung after the race?"

Taeyong hands you the keys to his car. "He will understand." you thank him deeply and get in his car. "Please, no accident with my car or I'll kill you." he says and you nod with a thin smile.

"I'll try my best."

You hope it's not the last time you'll see your car, and you drive to the hospital which is a few minutes away.

Either way, taking Taeyong's car after banging your head against the window was a bad idea, but you park in the parking lot without a hitch. You are an amazing driver. Most of the time.

Ten is already near the glass door when you approach, and he presses his hand against his mouth. "You look like shit." he says, voice muffled by his hand.

"Thank you very much, you should see the condition of my car."

You follow Ten in the hospital, and in one of the emergency rooms, and you sit on the edge of the bed. "You'll have to take an X-ray to see if you don't have a concussion."

You shake your head. "I don't have a headache, I don't feel nauseous, I am not tired, I have nothing Ten. Just clean my wounds and look at my wrist, I have to go to the garage after."

Ten sighs. "Stubborn."

Ten takes care of the wounds you have on your forehead, cheek and lip, then he looks at your wrist. "It's swollen, can you move it?"

You move your wrist, biting your tongue to avoid growling in pain. You can't be in a plaster. "See, it's not even broken."

Ten narrows his eyes. "I don't believe you. I'll wrap it in a bandage, and I'll come see you tomorrow to check to see if it hasn't gotten any worse." he mumbles, wrapping your wrist and part of your hand with a itchy bandage. Great. "If I ask you to spend the night here, you are going to refuse?"

You shake your head and he sighs. "Why are we friends?"

When your phone vibrates in the pocket of your jacket, you pick up. "Taeyong? Did the car catch on fire?"

He snorts. "No, your car didn't catch on fire. It's in the garage, they'll take care of it tomorrow morning, so go home, I'll come pick up my car later."

"How are you going to get home without your car?" but you don't have an answer since Taeyong has already hung up, he finds that hanging up is much easier than arguing with you. He is right, and you love him for that.

"Thanks Ten, I owe you one." you stand up from the bed, and Ten throws his gloves in the trash.

"Take painkillers before you go to bed, it won't stop making you feel like you're dying, but it will help."

You kiss his cheek, and you walk out of the room, making sure no nurses are around, then you walk out of the hospital. The cold night air whips your cheeks, and you close your eyes, it feels good on your burning skin.

It takes you a little longer to get home, due to the fatigue that has suddenly crushed on you, and when you walk in your apartment the first thing you do is drop onto your bed, ignoring your limbs crying out in pain.

When you open your eyes, your room is bathed in light and yet you have the impression that you have barely slept a few minutes.

You turn on your back, and you growl. Maybe you should have listened to Ten and taken an aspirin before going to bed, because the pain is so bad you can't think straight.

It's like you have an elephant lying on you. Or like you've been in a car accident. Your humor makes you smile.

With your fingertips, you reach for your phone in your blanket, and you sigh when you see your friends' messages. Ten and Taeyong want to know if you're still alive, Doyoung is laughing at you, and Kun tells you that you should never have taken part in the race in a "I told you so" way.

You answer Taeyong and Ten with a simple: Alive.

It's almost two in the afternoon, which means your car should be finished, or at least they should know if your car should be scrapped or not.

You get up, and if you thought you were in pain, it's nothing like the pain when you shower and get dressed. It's horrible, you want to die, just like Ten said you would. Stupid nurse.

Rather than taking Taeyong's car, you walk to the garage, and a strange shiver runs through your body as your gaze lands on all the motorcycles that are parked in the parking lot. You know these are the bikes of the mechanics, and the club members.

This club has quite the reputation.

You approach the small building which contains nothing but a desk and piles of papers which are scattered over it. "Excuse me?"

A young man turns his head towards you, and he smiles. "Hello, what can I do for you?"

You clear your throat, resting your shoulder against the doorframe. "My car was towed here last night, it's a black shelby." you explain, and he nods.

"Oh yeah, I thought the mechanic was going to cry when he saw the state your car was in. Something about the Shelbys needing to be treated with love."

You roll your eyes, but you giggle. "I totally agree, but the pole I hit last night didn't think the same."

"I don't think it's over though, do you want me to take you to see it and talk with the mechanic?" he asks, getting up from his chair, and you nod your head. "Follow me."

You follow him to the garage which is only a few steps away, and you wait when he goes inside. "Hendery, the owner of the Shelby is here."

The young man smiles at you, and he goes back to his office. Immediately, a man arrives, wiping his hands full of grease on a piece of cloth which he stuffs in the back pocket of his pants. "I am Hendery." he says. "I'll shake your hand, but I'm dirty."

You shrug your shoulders. "It's okay. How's the car doing? Will I be able to get it back one of these days?" you ask, trying to hide the anxiety in your voice. You put in so much money to have this car, and to make it perfect that it would be a shame to have to throw it away. Well no, it would not be a shame, it would be absolutely heartbreaking.

"Yeah, there's going to be some work to have it rolling again, but I can do it." he says and it's like a weight is lifted off your shoulders. "Though, the way you treated it, I shouldn't even give it back to you."

You open your mouth, and you see the shadow of a smile on his face. "What? But it's my car! It's not my fault I hit a post."

Hendery shakes his head. "Besides, how did you manage to hit a pole? Considering the condition of the car, you must have hit it at a very fast speed."

You shift from one foot to the other. "I wasn't going that fast, I was just driving around town and had to look at a storefront and didn't see the post." you mumble. You're normally a really good liar but for some reason you just can't seem to do it with him.

"I'm giving you a second chance to tell me the truth." he says in a voice he wants firm, but he can't help but smile, he is clearly messing with you.

"If I told you I had an accident during an illegal race, would you believe me?"

He snorts. "Not really, no."

You smile. "So it's definitely not because of an illegal race. Can I see my car?" you ask to change the subject, and he invites you to follow him in the garage to your car. In bright light, it looks much worse than in the dark last night. "My poor baby."

Hendery looks at you, then he looks at the car, then he looks at you one more time. "A normal person wouldn't drive a Shelby." he suddenly says, and you tilt your head.

"Of course it's not a city car." you answer. He works for a club which is known for its illegal activities, it would be hypocritical if he were to report you to the police, and even then there is no proof, so you have no reason to lie. "So do you believe me?"

He nibbles on his lower lip, and he nods. "Yeah, I think I believe you." he puts his hand on the dented hood of the car. "And that's so fucking cool! I've always heard about the races in town, but I've never had the chance to meet anyone participating in it."

You shrug your shoulders. "I am Y/n." and he smiles.

Hendery walks around the car, and he cites all the things that need to be fixed, or changed, and when he stops talking, the weight is back on your shoulders. "It's going to cost me both of my kidneys."

He laughs. "Oh yeah, it's going to cost you a lot of money." when he sees your worried face, he puts his hand on your shoulder, which he regrets because he knows that there will be a trace of grease from the shape of his hand on your t-shirt. "But I'm sure we can work it out."

"Tell me?"

Hendery seems to think about it, and when he has an idea, his face lights up. "If you take me to a race, and if you can convince someone to let me get in their car, I could take care of your car outside of my working hours, and it will cost you next to nothing."

It's something very simple, it's not like the public isn't allowed to watch the races. "For that you have to promise me that you won't call the police."

He arches an eyebrow. "Why would I do such thing?"

"I don't know! We don't know each other, maybe you are looking for a way to get me arrested to keep my car."

Hendery throws his head back, and he laughs heartily. "I love your car, it's true, I'm mad at you because you broke it, it's true, but I prefer my motorcycle."

You turn your head towards the motorcycles. "Is one of them yours?" Hendery nods, proud of himself. "They're cool. They don't go as fast as my car, but it's cool that you like the quietness of a small motorcycle."

The way Hendery's eyes widen is almost comical, so you have to bite the inside of your cheek to keep yourself from laughing. "A small motorcycle? Are you kidding me? Have you at least ever been on a motorcycle?"

You shake your head. "No. I don't like motorcycles, they don't give you enough adrenaline." adrenaline is one of the reasons you race on the daily, you can never get enough of it. You crave it, it's a bit like a drug. "But I don't have to get on a motorcycle to know you could never beat my car."

Hendery crosses his arms against his chest, and he tries to make himself taller, which is amusing. "I could beat you in a race with my motorcycle."

You giggle. "You could beat me if I had to drive my car in this state, for sure. But otherwise you don't stand a chance boy."

Hendery's cheeks turn red, and you don't know if it's from anger, or from embarrassment. All you know is it's a lot of fun. "Prospect, what are you doing?" you hear, and Hendery doesn't waste a second getting out of the garage.

You can't hear the conversation between Hendery and the other person, so you run your fingers across the body of your car. You hope you can drive it quickly, you don't want to miss the next race. You could of course ask a friend to lend you a car, but it won't be the same. But you would have an excuse.

When the conversation lasts for over five minutes, you decide to leave the garage, and you meet the gaze of Hendery who you smile at. "Thursday, 10 p.m. in front of the garage, don't be late." you say, and you walk away.

"What was that?" the person asks with a laugh, and Hendery has to shrug because you can't hear an answer.

If you want to impress Hendery, you're going to have to find a good car.

"Not even in your dream. No. No."

You sigh, exasperated. "Please? It's just for one race while I wait for my car to get out of the garage!"

Doyoung looks you up and down, judging you without even hiding it. "You will never touch one of my cars." you pout, but he looks away, he knows you too well.

"Why not? You don't even race, you don't even drive your cars, it won't kill you to lend me one!"

He crosses his arms against his chest, his brow furrowed. "You had an accident with your car, I don't want to risk losing one of my cars." it's a low blow, you think.

"It's not like I had an accident on purpose!" you mumble, and he shrugs. "Taeyong, do something! You know very well that I'll be careful." you turn your head towards your friend who shakes his head.

"Keep me out of this conversation." he says.

"It's okay, I'll ask someone else. Maybe Yuto will accept." you turn on your heels but a hand lands on your shoulder, and you smirk.

"Don't go see that idiot, he would be able to give you a car he messed up with on purpose! You know he is up to no good."

You chuckle. "He would do it to you because you're a jerk, but he wouldn't do it for me." you know this is wrong, Yuto knows that you are friends with Doyoung and he will not hesitate to attack you to reach him. Or any of your friends for that matter.

Doyoung mumbles something you don't understand, and he heaves a long sigh. You know you won. "One car, for one race, and if you damage it, you'll pay for the repairs." Doyoung is filthy rich but he acts like a broke bitch most of the time.

You turn to face him. "I promise you'll get your car back in the same condition you gave it to me, and I'll even fill up the tank!"

"You better."

And that's why the following Thursday, you park in front of the garage, sitting behind the wheel of one of Doyoung's cars. A car that will never be as fast as your Shelby, but which could perhaps give you a chance to win the race, or at least to make it to the top 3.

You really don't understand why Doyoung has so many racing cars in his garage when he doesn't do anything with them. Probably something rich people do that you will never understand.

You jump when little knocks are given against the passenger window, and when you turn your head, you smile when you see Hendery. You weren't sure he would come. "Come!"

He opens the door, and he sits down. "I'm not late?" he asks, and you shake your head, making the engine purr, foot on the gas pedal.

"Not at all. I hope you're ready because you're going to be with an amazing racer tonight."

Hendery's smile could almost blind you. "Oh really, who?"

"Me."

Your shoulders drop when Hendery's smile fades and you refrain from hitting him. "Hey! Are you disappointed? Because if you are you can get out of the car and go fuck yourself!"

Taeyong would have gladly agreed to take him in his car, but since you were lucky enough to be accepted for the race despite not having finished the previous one, you thought it would be better to have him with you.

He shakes his head. "No, I just didn't expect you to race without your car."

"This car is definitely not the ideal car, but that's all I could find since a certain mechanic hasn't finished fixing my car yet." you tilt your head and Hendery laughs.

"Sorry for having other priorities besides your car."

You snort. "And what's taking you so much time? Waxing the club members' pumps?"

He rolls his eyes and you decide to get out of your parking space, it would be a shame to be late for Hendery's first race. "It is more complicated than that."

You hum. "A guy called you prospect last time, what does that mean?" you do not know if you have the right to know since you are not a member of the club, but you are quite curious.

He turns his head to the window. "Prospect means prospective member. Basically I'm being given undesirable tasks until they decide if I have what it takes to be a full member of the club."

You scoff. "So you're their maid? You do the dirty work?"

Hendery shrugs, and out of the corner of your eye you see him smile. "That's a way to see it."

"And what made you want to join the club?" you don't know if it's too personal, but it's interesting. Hendery never had the chance to meet someone street racing, and you never had the chance to meet someone wanting to be part of a club like the Neos.

“My older brother joined the Neos when he was very young, so I grew around them a bit. Then when he died the members said they would always be there for me, to meet my needs and they offered me a job in the garage. Of course, working in the garage doesn't mean I had to join the club, but I do enjoy being around them so when I asked, they immediately agreed to make me the new prospect."

You didn't think he would tell you something so personal, but it's a sign that he trusts you, right?

"I'm sorry for your brother, but it's good if you've found yourself a new family with the club."

His  smile is so big and sincere that you can't help but smile too. "Yeah, they're awesome, they take good care of me."

The race is in another city, which makes the trip a little longer, but the silence is not heavy, it is pleasant. A silence that is suddenly broken by Hendery wriggling in his seat. "So what made you decide to start street racing?"

He decided to be sincere and personal, so now you have no choice but to be too. "Uh," you start to say, "my parents decided to have a child to salvage their mariage, not because they wanted one, so they never had that parental fiber." Hendery hums, prompting you to keep talking. "Life at home was not fun, I was basically left on my own devices all the time. And when I understood they didn't really care what I was doing, or where I was, I started hanging out with the 'bad kids' at school and they introduced me to street racing. I did my first race way before I had my driving license, and the rest is history."

Hendery heaves a sigh. "I'm sorry about your parents, but in a way it gave you the opportunity to find something you love and are good at."

You smile. "That's true."

You would of course have preferred to have loving and present parents, but it's too late to change things and you're not unhappy with the way your life has turned out.

You decide to change the topic, you don't want to continue with the delicate and sad subjects. "You are going to meet my friends, and I hope you are ready, they are impossible to live with."

You stop at a red light, and you see Hendery's gaze. His eyes are bright, and you wonder if it's because he's excited. "Really? I can't wait!"

You chuckle. "Do you have friends Hendery?"

His lower lip juts out and he shakes his head. "The members are my friends, of course, but we don't do anything fun together, just garage and club related stuff." poor guy.

"Well you are about to have new friends and they are terribly annoying, you'll soon regret meeting them, trust me."

After ten minutes, you approach the zone of the race and the crowd is already making it hard to drive to the start line. "Oh come on, I can't have blood on the car, don't make me roll you over." you mumble and Hendery laughs.

When you finally park the car, you get out. "Come on!"

Hendery gets out of the car and it's like being with a child, he is looking around with big eyes and a bright smile. "There are screens that allow you to see every corner of the race so you don't miss anything, a group that takes care of capturing the location of the police, this kind of stuff."

"And over there you have the worst human beings." with a nod you indicate a group of people. Your friends.

You approach your friends, and you put your hand on Ten's shoulder to get his attention. "What are you doing here, don't you work nights normally?" you ask immediately and he shakes his head.

"No, I asked a colleague to take care of it, I wanted to see you lose the race."

You roll your eyes, and grab hold of Hendery's wrist to pull him closer. "This is Hendery, he works in the garage where my car is. He wanted to see a race in real life." you explain. "Hendery this is my friends, Taeyong, Doyoung, Ten and Kun."

"Nice to meet you guys." Hendery says, and the boys shake his hand. "I'm really excited!"

"He's going to ride with me." you add, and Ten puts his hand over his mouth to stifle his laughter. "What?"

He shakes his head. "Nothing at all. Have fun Hendery, because this might be the last time you'll be excited about something. You're going to die tonight. You should give me the number of someone to contact to let them know what happened."

You hit Ten's shoulder. "Come on, I had one accident. And if I crash Doyoung's car, he is going to kill me." Doyoung nods his head.

"She is right."

"The race is about to start." someone says in a megaphone. "To the participants, please join your cars."

You turn to Hendery. "If you want to watch, that's perfectly okay." he shakes his head, and he walks towards your car.

"Nah, I'm going with you." cool cool. You don't remember the last time you had someone riding with you, so you better not mess up, that would be embarrassing.

"One condition," you say, sitting behind the wheel. "you'll take me on a ride on your motorcycle." you never tried a motorcycle before, and even if it was fun telling him he wouldn't beat you in a race, you don't want to die stupid.

"Deal."

You start the engine. "If you feel sick because of the speed, please don't throw up inside of the car." you don't plan on stopping for any reason. And you don't plan on cleaning the car if he gets sick.

Hendery laughs softly, but he stays quiet.

Out of the corner of your eye, to see his mouth open when you press your feet on the gas pedale. "Let's go baby." you whisper.

During the first part of the race, Hendery is mostly silent, only making little surprise noises when a car gets a little too close to his door for his liking, but after the second roundabout he starts to laugh. "It's incredible!" he exclaims, a hand resting on his heart which must beat wildly.

"Do you like it?" you ask, and he nods vigorously. "Being behind the wheel is even better. I'll give you a try someday." not during a race, but on a racetrack, with no other car around, and with a car that you won't have a problem with if it breaks.

You laugh when you drive past Taeyong's car, and he gives you the middle finger which makes you laugh even more. "That's it Taeyong, stay behind, that's where you belong."

You see the finish line, but you also see the car in front of you, but you don't try to overtake it, second place is perfect, especially with Doyoung's car.

Hendery screams when you cross the finish line, and when you brake, he's quick to unbuckle his seatbelt to turn towards you. "Oh my god you are the best!"

You can't help but smile. "So I've been told! You don't regret going up with me?" he shakes his head, and you get out of the car.

"You cut me off!" you turn when you hear Taeyong's voice, and you scoff.

"It's a race Taeyong, not a ride, it's normal that I cut you off!"

He pouts. "I made a bet with Ten that I would finish before you. I lost 100 bucks."

You shrug. "That's too bad."

You congratulate the winner of the race, and you make your way to Hendery who is already talking about his experience with Ten and Kun. Both of them are listening to him with attention, something you are not used to. Did he win the hearts of your friends in less than an hour when you've been trying for years? That's not fair!

"Thanks again for the car Doyoung, I owe you a big one." you say, handing him the keys and he shakes his head.

"Keep it, at least until you'll get your dear Shelby back." how sweet of him, and you wonder if he would have offered his car if Hendery was not around. You hate it here. "Hendery, it was a real pleasure to meet you, I hope we can see each other again." he says, and the other boys agree one after the other. "Y/n, please give us his number so we don't have to go through you to see him."

You bite the inside of your cheek, and Hendery wraps his arm around your shoulders. "We're a package deal. If I come, she comes."

"Already? That's adorable!" Ten cooes and you want to punch him, but not in front of Hendery. Later.

"Come on, I'll bring you back." you mumble, grabbing Hendery's wrist to pull him back to the car.

It's a bit difficult to ride with the crowd around, but you manage to do it, and when you finally find yourself on the road, you heave a sigh. "Will you come back for another race?" you ask, and he nods.

"If you want me, yeah, I'll come to all the races! I'm gonna work hard on your car so you can show me everything you've got!"

"And if you're good, maybe you can even ride my Shelby one day." it's a decision you can change depending on Hendery, but it could be fun.

His mouth opens wide, and you giggle. "It would be such an honor!"

The rest of the road is pretty quiet, and after the hubub of the race, you're not unhappy. When you arrive near the garage, you notice that a lot of people are in the yard. "A party?" you ask.

"Yeah, one of the club members was due out of jail today so they're celebrating his comeback."

You hum. "Didn't you want to participate?"

He shrugs his shoulders. "He was already in jail when I joined the club so I don't know him. And frankly? I'll miss every parties in the world to participate in another race." adorable.

"Good to know. Thanks for being a good co-pilot." Hendery smiles, and he even leans in to kiss your cheek before getting out of the car and waving to you.

Well, that was unexpected.

The next two weeks are pretty much the same. You wake up, and you spend your breaks at the garage, looking at Hendery working on motorcycles, cars, and of course, yours when he is done. And you honestly appreciate his presence. His, and the members of his club, they are all very sweet to you, and to him. They mess with Hendery a lot, but you can see that they cherish him a lot. And weirdly enough, it appease you to know he has a family to look over him.

"Your car is done."

A weight falls down on your stomach when Hendery speaks, but you smile nonetheless. "Already? I thought it would take more time." you say, stepping inside of the clubhouse. Hendery is sitting on a stool behind the bar, a glass of water in front of him.

"The guys gave me more time to work on it." that explains a lot.

You sit down next to him. "I'm happy to have my car back, but it's a shame, I really liked spending time with you here." Hendery turns on his stool, a smile on his face. You wonder if he ever stops smiling.

"Me being done with your car doesn't mean you can't hang out at the garage. I asked, and Johnny doesn't mind." Johnny, you learnt, is the president of the motorcycle club. He is still young, but he was apparently voted in after the death of the past president.

"...we need to figure out how to get the guns out without.." the door of the clubhouse opens, and the conversation stops when your presence is noticed. "Oh hey Y/n! What's up?"

You smile at Yuta, the sergeant-at-arms. "The usual!"

The young man's smile is a bit tensed, maybe because you heard a part of the conversation and as you are not part of the club, you probably shouldn't have, but you don't mention it. "Stay out of trouble, okay?" you nod and he steps inside of the meeting room with a few other members that you saw a couple of time around the garage.

"Did you hear what he was saying?" Hendery asks, nervously playing with his fingers and you shrug.

"Heard what?" you like Hendery, and he likes the club, you wouldn't gain anything by speaking up about the things you hear on the daily.

"Do you want to go somewhere?" he asks suddenly, standing up from his stool. "I did promise to take you on a ride on my motorcycle."

"Let's go!"

You follow him outside of the clubhouse and to his motorcycle. He hands you a helmet that you put on your head, and you wait for him to get on the motorcycle to climb behind him. "Hold on to my waist, and if you want to stop, pinch me, I'll understand." you don't know how safe it would be to pinch him while he drives, but you accept.

"Yes sir!"

You became acquainted with the sound of a motorcycle engine, but it still gives you chill. It's different of a car, of course, but it still brings you the adrenaline you love so much. Car, motorcycle, as long as it has wheels and purr, it's the same.

Hendery leaves the garage, and instead of driving toward the city, he leaves it.

And you soon understand why. On the hallway, he can drive as fast as he wants without being bothered by cars and trucks. And the feeling of the wind against your face is amazing. It makes you smile, it makes you want to scream.

And just like that, with your arms around his waist, your head against his shoulder blade, you understand how happy you are to be here. To be with Hendery. With the wind whipping your face, and his laugh echoing around. Breaking your car wasn't such a bag thing, it gave you something akin to love.