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sissylittlefeather · 3 months

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Role Play Part 2: Clean or Dirty?

A/N: Well, I did it. I turned Good Cop, Bad Cop into a series 😂. So here's part 2! This one takes place in January of 1971 between Elvis and a fem!reader. This is intended to be pure fun, so I hope you enjoy it!

Here is the link to part 1.

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, kissing, cussing, oral sex (f receiving), p in v penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, also infidelity, he's definitely married

Word count: ~2.2k

After your romp with Elvis, you're pretty sure you'll never see him again, even though he seemed insistent that he'd find you. Still, you're surprised when a mysterious envelope shows up in your mailbox. When you get it inside and tear it open, you're absolutely shocked to find a plane ticket to Vegas and a ticket to Elvis's show at the International later in January. You dig through the envelope for some kind of letter, but all you find is a note that reads, "You pick the role play. -EP"

At first, you consider not going. He's married. But then you think about the way you felt when he fucked you, and even when he just looked at you. One more time wouldn't hurt anything, would it?

You look at the calendar and think about the arrangements that would need to be made to make it to the show. If you start now, you just might pull it off.

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A few weeks later, you find yourself checking into your room at the still-new International hotel. Elvis has reserved a suite for you, so the bellhop brings your bag to the elevator and you make your way up. When you get to the room your jaw drops. The suite is enormous and decorated elaborately. You have a couple of hours before the show, so you get started on your hair and makeup. Once everything is perfect, you slip into the sequined blue and silver dress you've packed and head to the area where Elvis's concert will be. The usher takes you to a private table and you order a drink. You have a perfect view of the stage, which means he'll probably be able to see you too. You don't have much more time to think about it, though, because the music begins and the show starts.

You watch in amazement as he sings and dances and works the crowd in a way you've never seen before. About halfway through the third song, he looks to your booth and makes eye contact with you. Your heart leaps and he winks, smiling a warm, genuine smile. The show continues through the night and you're spellbound by him. He's incredible. And even if he doesn't come to you tonight, the trip will be worth it just to have seen him on stage. He winks at you a few more times throughout the evening, licking his lips flirtatiously and shaking his hips in your direction. Your heart skips every time and you feel yourself getting more and more turned on by the minute.

By the end of the night, you're really hoping that he will find his way to your suite at some point or you might have to take care of yourself. The wetness that's gathered between your legs is almost embarrassing.

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When you get back to your suite, you make yourself a drink from the mini bar and sit on the couch. You're not sure how long you'll have to wait before he shows up, if he even does.

You look at the clock on the wall. It's almost 3am and you've already changed into the outfit you brought for your role play. You start to feel a little silly and just as you decide it's been long enough, there's a soft knock on the door.

Grabbing your prop, you go to the door and take a deep breath before opening it.

"Oh, Mr. Presley! You're home early!" You back up and let him walk into the room. His eyes travel slowly down your body, taking in your French maid costume, complete with white apron, lacy hat, and feather duster. "I haven't finished cleaning!"

You turn and bend over to dust the bottom of a table that's pushed up against the wall. His mouth drops open at the view of your ass peeking out from under your skirt. It's clear you aren't wearing any panties.

"I-I-it's fine. I can just hang out while you finish." You stand back up and he slides himself up behind you with his arms around your waist and looks at you in the mirror. "Y/n, honey, this is incredible."

He kisses the side of your neck just below your ear and you shiver.

"Don't break character."

"Yes ma'am." He unwraps himself from around you and makes his way to the couch to sit down. He's wearing a black suit with a yellow patterned shirt underneath, unbuttoned to the middle of his chest. Just the sight of him has you wet again, but you don't want to move too fast and ruin the illusion, so you continue to dust random things around the room, bending over periodically. He grunts and you see him adjust himself so that his cock is up under his belt.

Eventually, you make your way over to him and bend over directly in front of him. He sits forward and puts his hands on your ass. You jump up in false alarm.

"Sir! What are you doing?"

"Oh, nothing, I just like the view." You giggle and go back to dusting, turning and acting like you're dusting something behind him. This puts your breasts directly in his face. He groans again and then places his hands on your hips.

"Sir?"

"You can call me Elvis." He whispers as he pulls you down to straddle his lap. You feel his hardness through his pants and your pussy clenches around nothing. "Do you mind if I touch you, honey?"

You smile demurely and bat your eyelashes.

"I work for you. I'm not sure it's appropriate." As you speak he leans forward and kisses your cleavage and then drags his tongue up to your neck where he kisses you again. "But if you're alright with it..." you answer breathily, not able to make anymore words.

He pulls your hips forward to roll into him as he nibbles on your earlobe.

"I'm alright with it. I wanna fuck you, y/n." You moan out loud with his words.

"I wanna let you." Without warning, he stands up and you wrap your legs around him to keep from falling. He holds onto your ass with both hands and carries you over to the bed.

He lays you down on it and then stands back up, removing his belt and jacket, letting them both fall to the floor. Then, he unbuttons his shirt and pants and lets them fall to the floor as well until he's standing there naked, cock bouncing. He slides both hands up your thighs and pushes your skirt up around your waist so that your whole bottom half is exposed to him. Getting down on his knees, he pulls you to the edge of the bed and moves your thighs to his shoulders. He leans forward and licks up your slit to the bundle of nerves at the top. You gasp with the sensation of his tongue on your clit. He moves his tongue over and around you intentionally until you feel your orgasm rushing toward you. He stops for a second and pushes his tongue into you a few times before going back up to your sensitive bud.

"I know you're about to cum, honey. Just let go."

"Yes sir." He drags his tongue across you one last time and your climax explodes between your legs, shooting out to your fingertips and back again. Your release splashes out of you onto the bed and he laps at you eagerly.

"Good girl." He kisses your inner thigh and then nips at you gently. Standing up from his place on the floor, he strokes his cock several times, looking at you splayed out on the bed for him. He can't remember the last time he was this turned on- except for the last time he was with you. Something about you drives him absolutely crazy.

You sit up on your elbows and watch him as he looks at you and moves his hand up and down on himself.

"What?" You ask with a post-orgasm grin.

"Nothing. Don't break character." He says playfully mocking you from earlier.

The bed is tall enough that he doesn't have to bend down much to line himself up with you laying on the bed while he's standing next to it. He pulls your legs up so that your ankles are on his shoulders and pushes into you slowly. You feel yourself stretch around him and the pleasure is almost overwhelming. He begins to move faster, pumping in and out of you vigorously. While he pounds into you, he grabs one of your feet and kisses your ankle. You remembered how much he loved your toenails last time, so you made sure to have fresh polish again.

"Mmm. These sooties..." He looks down at you almost nervously. The familiar term just slipped out, which was unusual since he didn't typically use it with his short-term girls.

"I made sure they were pretty for you." When it doesn't bother you, he relaxes and goes back to fucking into you deeply. His length hits your sensitive spot with each thrust and you feel yourself crashing into another orgasm. He can tell you're getting close, so he takes one of your ankles in his hand and, lowering your leg, exposes your clit to him. Then, he licks his opposite thumb and uses it to rub circles on you as he slides in and out of you.

"Oh, God, Elvis!" You cry out as your climax slams into you from every direction and you cum hard on his dick. His own orgasm is coming quickly and he picks up his pace as it approaches.

"That's it, baby. Take this cock like a good girl." He says as he pounds into you rhythmically. In two more thrusts he shudders and fills you with warmth.

"Fuck, yes, y/n!" He pulls out of you and stumbles to lay next to you on the bed. You look at him as he lays there and think to yourself that you've never seen a more beautiful man.

"I fully intended to take that outfit off of you, but I didn't make it." He chuckles and turns to look at you.

"Eh, it added to the effect. I'm gonna take it off now, though. It's not exactly comfortable." He watches as you sit up and pull the dress over your head, leaving you as naked as he is. "I'll be right back."

You go to the bathroom and he gets up to, you assume, put his clothes back on. In the bathroom, you look in the mirror and assess how fucked out you look. You catch yourself wishing he could stay, but you know he probably can't and wouldn't even if he could.

"Don't try to make this more than it is." You whisper to yourself in the mirror and then walk out of the bathroom. When you get back to the room, though, you're shocked to find him situated in the bed under the covers, still naked.

"You don't have to leave?"

"Eventually. Come lay with me for a while, though." He pats the bed next to himself and you crawl in and snuggle up beside him. He wraps his arm around you and kisses your forehead, again in a gesture that's far too intimate.

"So do you actually have a maid?" You ask kind of off-hand, just to make conversation.

"I do now. I haven't always, though..." He launches into a monologue about what life was like for him growing up so poor. You respond appropriately, but mostly you just listen. He's not sure why he's telling you all of this, but for some reason it just feels good to talk to you. When he reaches the end of his speech, he picks up your hand and kisses your palm, talking into it.

"What about you?"

"Oh..." Without thinking too hard, you start telling him about your upbringing. You're surprised at how easy he is to talk to and how good of a listener he is. You didn't expect to talk to him this much, but before you know it, the sun is peeking in through your hotel room window and you're still naked, cuddled up and talking. He plays with your fingers the whole time and the comfort level between you grows exponentially.

Finally, he sighs deeply and looks to the window.

"I need to go, honey." He squeezes you and then slinks out of the bed to get dressed. You sit on the side of the bed and watch him, trying not to wish he wouldn't leave. Once he's dressed, he stands in front of you between your knees and runs his fingers through your hair. He doesn't want to leave, but he can't tell you that.

"Can I see you again?"

"You pick the scenario next time." He smiles warmly and wraps himself around you.

"I'll be in touch." He kisses your hair one last time and then makes his way to the door. Once he's walked through it, you lay back against the pillows and sigh. You cannot be having feelings for Elvis Presley.

But what you don't know is he's outside your hotel room door leaning his head against the wall, thinking the exact same thing about you.

******

Part 3 soon? Maybe?

Do we want it?

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avintagepumpkin · 5 months

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Stu Macher-HC

Trigger Warnings: Stu being manipulative and also pretending to be a young girl

Not proofread

*He's genuinely sweet and kind, and he's constantly making friends.

*Bullying is off limits for him. You know if he picks on you, he thinks of you as a close friend, and it's out of love. Poor Randy is usually on the receiving end.

*He has no filter, that or his brain just doesn't register, so small arguments happen due to misunderstandings.

*Since he has a long tongue like his dog Percy, he will lick up your cheek, and he calls them Percy kisses. Billy really hates this Stu trait

*He laughs at EVERYTHING.. especially fart jokes, boy loves them. He swore he heard Tatum fart once, so every time he tries to retell the story, he can barely talk and breathe from laughing too much.

*Movie nights are basically you watching some movie he put on and listening to his loud snoring. If you wake him, he pretends he was watching.

*He chews loudly, Billy swears it's only to get on his nerves, but you believe he's just a loud chewer.

*He has a crush on everyone. You smile at him... Crush, you actually know his name... major crush

*He doesn't drink a lot. He will drink a beer or two, but alcohol doesn't really have an effect on him, so he just does it socially. He often just pretends to have a buzz to get attention

*He loves all sports. He wears his favorite team jerseys on game day. If his team is losing, he's yelling obscenities at the TV. If his team is winning, he's yelling obscenities at Billy and Randy.

*He doesn't spend much money on himself, but is always buying things for friends. He once bought you a $1000 necklace because it had your name on it, and paid for all of you guys to go to Disneyland, paid for tickets, food and souvenirs, his parents cut his card off for a while.

*Has a corvette that he drives at obscene speeds. Once, he tried to show Dewey his boobs to try and get out of a ticket.

*His parents are often gone, so one of his friends is usually staying the night.

*Loves his parents more than anything, and it kills him that they're gone a lot

*He enjoys being the only child because when his parents are home, he gets loads of attention, and let's face it, this boy loves attention

*He plays video games and is very competitive. He hates to lose, so he practices when no one is around so he can learn all the tricks. Will complain if he thinks you might have cheated, even though most of his game play involves cheating

*He loves to pretend like he speaks different languages, convinced the principle that he knew Portuguese so he could show the new hot foreign exchange student around. He was suspended for 3 days

*Isn't allowed to order the pizza anymore after the big Anchovies fiasco, he knew the guy who ran their favorite pizza joint, so he paid him to load the pizzas up with 3 times the amount of Anchovies. The smell made Tatum sick, and she ended up vomiting when he licked a slice.

*He's no longer able to babysit his niece and nephew after he told them the story about Victor the Snallygaster, who eats children from their feet up, leaving just their teeth so their parents can still collect the money from the tooth fairy. When they went to bed that night, it turns out Victor was under their bed. Their parents couldn't get them to sleep on their own for 2 weeks.

*Once, he met a man from online after he had pretended to be a 15 year old girl. The dude took off the minute he saw Stu. Sydney asked why he would do such a thing. He said he was just bored

*When he was 5, he caught the rug on fire. He put it out by peeing on it

*When he was 6, he stuck a penny in the wall socket, spent 3 days in the hospital

*When he was 9, he ate a 5lb tube of raw hamburger meat to see if he could get a tape worm

#headcannon #scream #stu macher

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likeastarstar · 2 years

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2:00 AM - Hoseok

can be read alone but fits into my lotus eaters plot line which can be read here: X

It's 2AM and you're thinking about it again.

It's 2AM and you're thinking about him again.

Thinking about him and it and whether or not you should, whether or not you could go see Hoseok.

It was too late at night for you to still be awake but you couldn't help it, couldn't fall asleep, felt stuck in your own thoughts because it's 2AM again and you're thinking about the last time you were up this late.

Last time he was behind you and you could watch him through the mirror. You liked it like that, when you could see him and every move of his body, the way his hips rolled into you and everything he did to you. You liked being able to watch his face change, screwed up with tension and lust. You liked that he always looked at you like he loved you- even if you knew he didn't.

It didn't matter that he didn't love you, you didn't love him either. How could you? He wasn't your boyfriend. Your boyfriend was lying asleep, completely oblivious halfway across town as you spent the night in Hoseok's bed instead.

"I told you I'd come," You whispered in his ear, a proud look on your face. "All you ever say is 'come and see me for once' so here I am."

"Here you are," He mumbled, smiling as he kissed you.

You could hear your phone buzzing in the background, a vague reminder that you weren't where you were supposed to be right now. Hoseok snapped his head towards the sound, flicking his head back to you with a daring look on his face. You ignored it and rolled your hips against him instead, pushing your tits up into him.

"Ignore it," You ordered.

"Is it bad that I want you to answer it?" He laughed softly, leaning in to kiss you again, "That I kinda wanna keep him on the phone while I fuck you? Wanna let him guess who's making you feel so good, making you moan like that until you say my name?"

"You're evil," You gasped, feeling his tongue lick against the lobe of your ear and nip you with his teeth.

"Don't act like you it doesn't turn you on just to think about it," Hoseok swiped, "Not my fault he can't make you cum."

You gave him a pointed look that he ignored in favor of pulling you closer to him, "Stay with me this weekend."

"I'm going home, remember?" You said, thinking of the plane tickets waiting to be printed out at your apartment. "I just came to say goodbye."

"But how will you ever survive entire weekend away from me?" He said dramatically.

"I think I'll live," You sassed, rolling your eyes.

"Fine, I'll just have to convince you in other ways," He bargained, wandering hands finding your ass.

Your body hummed and melted into his, pliant under his touch because he could ask anything of you and you'd do it. You'd break up with your boyfriend if he asked you to- not that he did.

You knew he was right, knew that Hoseok wasn't the relationship type and pretending like he was wouldn't do you any favors. Being in love with him would be like flying too close to the sun- you'd wind up burned.

But it burned anyway, being each other's secret, watching girls throw themselves at him and watching him bask in it. You wondered if it made him jealous, knowing you had someone else calling you theirs. You never bothered to ask whether it did or not, he'd lie and say no regardless.

Not that it mattered, he was yours when he fucked you like that. You made him say it, forcing it out of him when his defenses were down and he was completely out of it, practically willing to sign his life away if you asked him sweet enough.

You laid in bed, staring at the clock on the wall flicking hands past 2AM, wondering when you'd fall asleep.

If you asked, would he come see you?

You should stop seeing Hoseok.

You should feel guilty about cheating on your boyfriend. You needed to move on, had to stop feeling so insane, completely out of your body.

"Hi."

"It's 2AM," Hoseok grunted out, his voice gravely and deep through the phone.

"I know," You mumbled, "I can't sleep."

"You want me to come over?" He asked immediately, making you smile.

You bit your lip, "You think I'm needy, don't you?"

"No, I'm just wondering if your boyfriend knows you're a sex addict." Hoseok laughed and you could hear him getting out of bed, the sound of fabric swishing softening his words.

"I think I'm addicted to you, not sex, but can you blame me?" You breathed out, "Don't you need me just as badly?"

Please say yes.

Hoseok was quiet for a moment, the jingling of keys warming your heart, "I wouldn't be putting on pants in the middle of the night if I didn't. I'll be there in 10 minutes, okay?"

"Just as long as you come," You nodded, hanging up quickly.

You couldn't decide whether you believed him or not, not that it mattered.

masterlist.

#bts drabble #bts timestamps #bts fic #bts smut #hoseok one shot #hoseok au #hoseok x y/n #hoseok x oc #hoseok x you #hoseok x reader #j hope imagine #j hope x you #hoseok imagine #jung hoseok smut #bts imagines #bts one shot

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i-used-to-wear-the-fedora · 2 years

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Stranger Things Demon AU, Nothin'But a Good Time

"I think I threw up a little in my mouth."

"You know for a demon from hell you're surprisingly squeamish." Eddie tossed the now empty popcorn bowl into the garbage as they exited the theater. When Chrissy gave him tickets for a movie called "The Fly" he expected a cheesy B movie. It very much was not. The whole time Eddie could feel Steve's nails digging into his arms as he tried to bury his face in Eddie's hair so he didn't have to look at the body horror on screen. "It wasn't even that bad. I mean yeah when Jeff Goldblum's face started to fall it was pretty gross. That movie was awesome."

"You actually liked that? You're sick."

"I've been told." Eddie snorted. Looking Steve over in his new outfit m, Eddie had to admit. He usually didn't like this kind of look but it suited Steve. The demon noticed him staring.

"What?"

"Nothing too just look like you belong to some fancy country club." The two making their way to the theater's exit back into the mall. "Want to grab some ice cream? There's this place called Scoops Ahoy that have awesome waffle cones."

"I guess." The demon followed Eddie close behind, glancing around the mall curiously. "Don't suppose you have any idea what you want to wish for yet, do you?"

"Nope."

"I'm beginning to think you summoned me just to have a friend."

"Hey, I have friends." Eddie protested as they entered the ice cream parlor. A girl wearing a sailor uniform stood at the register, leaning across the counter top with a bored expression on her face as Eddie waved to her. "Hey Robin!"

"Oh thank God, it's just you."

"Ugh, who else would I be?" The metal head asked watching the way Robin was eyeing the glass doors.

"It never fails around this time every day, this kid comes in. She never actually orders anything. She just asks for free samples. Of every flavor. And she stays until we're closed."

"I'm sure it's not that bad."

"You say as someone who's never been forced to work in customer service." The girl paused, just noticing Steve's presence. "Who's he?"

"I'm Steve. Eddie's friend from Canada."

God he wasn't going to let that Canada thing go, was he?

"Right. Well I'm Eddie's friend from school." She looked him over with an audible hum. "Doesn't look like your usual type Eds."

"Oh he's not-I mean we're not, he's not my boyfriend."

"Right." Robin said, clearly not believing Eddie. "What can I get ya?"

"Rocky Road on a waffle cone." Eddie turned to see Steve staring at the menu.

"The U. S. S. Butterscotch?"

"Got it." The teen grabbed two waffle cones and scooped the ice cream into them. Eddie got his wallet out to pay but she waved him off. "Nah you're good. I'll just tell my manager a certain little girl came in today."

"Thanks Rob." Eddie took the cones, giving Steve his. As they walked out she called after them.

"Have fun on your date!"

"It's not a date!" Eddie tried to protest.

"It's kind of a date." Steve added as he took a bite out of his butterscotch ice cream. "I used to do this kind of thing with girls all the time."

"But I'm not a girl and you're not my type." Eddie responded, leaning over and licking the demon's ice cream.

"Hey you have your own!" Steve shoved him away as Eddie laughed. "So, what is your type?"

"Why? You interested?"

"Only in getting you to finally decide what you want from me." Steve retorted. Eddie shrugged as they continued their stroll down the mall.

"I don't know, tall? Like taller than me. Likes metal music, can play a guitar. Doesn't dress like a candy cane member of the local polo team-"

"I feel like you're going out of your way to describe the exact opposite of me."

"And what of it?"

"Just saying, snap of my fingers and I can give you the perfect boyfriend."

"Who said it had to be a boy?" Eddie asked and Steve blanked.

"Aren't you gay?"

"I swing both ways."

"Huh." The demon sounded surprised. "Didn't know that was a thing."

Eddie stared at the demon. Seriously? He was about to ask how this dude was so oblivious to some things when someone yelled his name.

"Hey Eddie!"

"Shit." Steve was confused by the human's reaction to see a group of teens heading towards them. "Ignore them." Eddie tried to speed up but they had already caught up with them.

"Hey buddy." The blonde one wrapped an arm around Eddie's shoulders while the other four hung back to watch. "What a weird coincidence you happen to be here on a Saturday. Could've sworn last time you came here I told you to get lost."

"You don't own the fucking mall Jason. God, don't you have better things to do?"

"Yeah but I just wanted to remind you that this isn't a place for faggy freaks like you."

"Sure does have an open door policy for assholes." Eddie snarked. Jason raised his fist, going to hit the older boy but he was stopped short by someone grabbing him.

"Who the hell are you?" Jason glared at Steve. Surprised by how easily he was holding back Jason's wrist with one hand. "Didn't tell us you got a new boyfriend."

"Hey, how about you lay off him?" Steve growled. Jason laughed as he took his arm off of Eddie.

"Aw, whatcha gonna do? Fight me? I'd like to see you tr-" He was cut off by a fist to the face. Eddie and Jason's crew watched in shock as he fell back onto the tiled ground with a loud thump. Jason laying in a daze before sitting up. His nose was bent to the right with blood streaming out of his nostrils. "You broke my fucking nose!"

"Yeah and if you don't fuck off that's not going to be the only thing I break."

Jason glared at your both of them and for a moment Eddie was sure he was going to murder them. But instead he got up and barked at the other basketball team members.

"Next time Munson, your boyfriend's not gonna be there and I'm going to kick your ass."

"Sure thing Jason." Eddie waved sarcastically as the other young man shuffled away. Not before flipping the bird and stalking away with a confused team in tow. "Holy shit." Eddie to face Steve with a grin on his face. "You kicked Jason Carver's ass."

"Nah, I could've obliterated that asshole if I wanted to." With the way he was dressed, Eddie almost forgot this dude was an actual, literal demon.

"Damn Stevie. That's kind of hot." Eddie teased, focusing back on his now melting ice cream. He didn't notice the demon's face turning red as he said that.

#fanfiction #stranger things #steve harrington #stranger things au #eddie munson #steddie #eddie x steve #demon au #i had to google specifically what horror movies would be playing in this year circa the fall season #the things you do for historical accuracy

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stairset · 2 years

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Kay so I actually liked No Way Home

#saw it last night but was waaat too tired to post my Thots #but yeah as someone who very vocally isn't a fan of mcu spidey and went in expecting not to like it #i am willing to admit that i was pleasantly surprised #it feels like they're finally taking steps to make this peter more in line with comic peter #which i mean yeah it took him like 6 movies to get there but better late than never i suppose #and thank god they didn't fuck up tobey or andrew or any of their villains i think they did all three universes equal justice #also they kept the tony stark references to a bare minimum and actually focused on spider-man stuff which is a breath of fresh air #so yeah all in all not bad #also funny story i was supposed to see it the day before yesterday but we ordered tickets off fandango #and turns out if you order tickets from there it doesn't let you lick you seats it just randomly assigns them for you #and we got stuck in the second row right in front of the screen and were like there's no way we're watching a 2 hour movie like this #so the manager in the lobby told us he could either refund us or see if he could find better seats for a later showing #so we opted for the second one and went yesterday instead #which is good timing cause my work closed at like 4 yesterday due to being understaffed #so i had the evening off #moral of the story if your local theater has assigned seating then do not buy tickets off fandango if you care about where you sit #shut up tristan

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babydaddyleorio · 3 years

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How they would act on a plane

These are very much crack headcanons because I needed something to help me escape my writing plateau lmao

How they would act on a plane

Chrollo

-If he’s sitting next to a girl? Oh he’s flirting the whole plane ride.

-Literally won’t shut up and tells her this very extravagant story trying to woo her, the whole time eyeing the necklace that’s placed on her neck.

-Also did I mention that he’s in first class? Yeah he definitely tied up some guy in the bathroom and “borrowed” his ticket.

-He’ll order drinks for him and the girl and will secretly pay for them with her money.

-A true finesser.

-Even the flight attendants love him. He has so many numbers now.

-If he does happen to sit by himself, he’ll probably read a book while listening to classical music.

-He refuses to sleep because he feels like he has enemies everywhere watching him.

-like please you are not the main character Chrollo take the damn nap.

Shalnark

-He's on his phone the whole time but he’s so obnoxious with it. He purposefully has his volume all the way up just to annoy everyone around him.

-He’ll play games like candy crush and laughs super loudly If he makes a match and groans sadly If he runs out lives.

-The old man next to him wants to bang his head against the chair in front of him because he literally won’t shut up.

-Doesn’t put his phone on airplane mode.

-Probably hacks into the plane. Literally will make the bathroom have the occupied sign on the whole plane ride so no one could use It.

-Has a needle in the pilot’s neck just for fun.

-Also has the plane doing loopity loops in the sky and everyone is screaming for their lives while he’s just laughing evilly.

-Claps when the plane lands.

Feitan

-He just reads the whole ride.

-If you accidentally brush his arm he gives you a death glare.

-He has to jump to reach the overhead because it’s too high.

-He woke up way too early so he’s in a “I hate everyone” type of mood.

-Hisses when the person beside him tries to open up the window.

-He accidentally sits next to an escape exit and when the flight attendant asks him If he’s ready to save others just in case something happens he’s like “....No.”

-Refuses to change his answer too

-Listens to music on his playlist and silently pretends to be in a music video.

Franklin

-Takes up all of the space and squishes you.

-You wonder how the hell his earlobes got that long and he would say something smart to you like “It’s rude to stare.”

-Well excuse me...

-Someone in front him will lean back in their seat and their hair covers the movie he’s watching.

-Is scared to move it so he just sits there like “😐”.

-All the drinks are too small to fit in his hand so he awkwardly sips from the straw that’s poked in his apple juice box.

-Someone ends up leaning their head on his shoulder while they are sleeping.

-Doesn’t know what to do now and is frantically looking around for help.

Machi

-Knitting or sewing the whole time.

-Do not try to talk to her. She won’t respond.

-Has a window seat because she likes to peacefully look at the clouds and city lights as she’s sewing.

-Also to imagine Hisoka falling from the sky without a parachute.

-Ah, so tranquil.

-Doesn’t like riding on planes because they’re kind of scary. She would never tell anyone that though.

-Wanted to sit next to Pakunoda but instead got stuck sitting next to a chihuahua who won’t stop yapping at her the entire ride.

-Has to stop herself from yeeting it out the window.

-The dog will see he’s not getting through to her, so he’ll slowly raise his leg up and Machi will literally start screaming at what he’s trying to do.

-Yeah she hates her life.

Shizuku

-You can hear pierce the veil blasting from her headphones.

-Binky has its own seat for some reason.

-She goes to the bathroom and once she sees that It’s occupied (kudos to Shalnark) she will turn to go back to her seat but already forgot where she sits.

-The type to bring a book that she never reads.

-If the person next to her is watching a movie, she’ll change It simply because she doesn't like It.

-There’s one flight attendant constantly flirting with her and she gets a lot of free drinks because of them.

-Of course she never catches on and forgets who they are every time they try to talk to her.

Phinks

-Will argue with the flight attendant about how expensive the peanuts are.

-After like five minutes, he finally buys the peanuts and once he’s about to eat them the turbulence becomes so strong that It makes them fly everywhere.

-He has to resist the urge to punch the air.

-Phinks has to have an aisle seat because he gets paranoid easily.

-Phinks will try to go to sleep but there will be a kid constantly kicking the back of his chair.

-He will turn around and would be about to throat punch the kid when suddenly he sees how hot his mom is.

-Simp mode activated.

-He’ll try to flirt with the mom but the kid will notice and he ends up “accidentally” squirting his drink in Phinks face.

-Yeah It’s on sight when he gets off the plane.

Nobunaga

-Watches a movie, probably one dealing with samurai.

-Somehow got past security with his Katana?

-Most likely because of Shalnark

-Ate really bad airport food which messed up his stomach.

-Feels sick and tries to hold It in, but you can tell by his face that he’s struggling. The old lady beside him stares with wide eyes once she hears his stomach literally start beat boxing.

-He runs down the aisle clenching his cheeks and knocks harshly on the bathroom door, but he sees that sign says occupied.

-Nobunaga is shouting at the non-existent person in there to hurry up holding his stomach.

-Shalnark Is eating popcorn and laughing at Nobunaga as he watches him through the security camera.

-Goes to ask the flight attendant for hemorrhoid cream

Pakunoda

-Is really nice and will talk to you If you start a conversation with her

-Has earbuds packed for the altitudes and offers you some as well

-Turns her brightness down as she reads smut on her phone. Literally turned her whole body and everything so no one could see the words.

-Her face is so red as she stares at her phone and the flight attendant is so concerned that they ask if she’s okay. Pakunoda jumps so high and almost chucks her phone once she sees them standing over her, scared that they’ll see that she commented “😩💦” under the fanfic.

-Brings homemade snacks and sandwiches that no one wants

-Has a window seat because she wanted to look out the window and see how small the land is below her

-Unlike Machi, Pakunoda has a cat sitting next to her and the cat absolutely loves her.

-Will probably steal it

Uvogin

-sleeps the whole ride with a mask over his eyes and a neck pillow that he swiped from someone earlier.

-He snores sooo loudly and everyone around him is irritated because they can’t go to sleep because of It

-He would eat all the food on the plane

-Is the type to laugh very loudly at the movie playing or give commentary about each scene that’s happening

-Didn’t bring any luggage with him and… yeah...

-His head touches the ceiling of the plane and Its really uncomfortable

-Has no Idea where he’s going but got on the plane anyway

Hisoka (honorable mention)

-Somehow sits in first class with Chrollo and once Chrollo sees him he almost loses his shit

- “This seat is taken.” Chrollo would say while staring straight ahead but Hisoka ignores him and sits down anyway.

- “Do you not enjoy my company?” He’d tease while licking his lips.

-Chrollo immediately gets him kicked out.

-So now he’s stuck in economy with the rest of the troupe. None of them let him sit with them either.

-Finds an empty seat and sits down In it and starts laughing to himself because he’s plotting on how to get back to first class.

-The person sitting next to Hisoka is legit terrified and they side eye him the whole ride while clutching their bag to their chest.

-Will trip people walking down the aisle with his bungee gum.

-He would purposefully take his time to get his bag out, creating a long line for no reason.

-Whole time doesn’t even have a bag.

-Is banned from ever riding a plane again.

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mysecretlittlelibrary · 2 years

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Take Me Out To The Ball Game

Pairing: Stucky x Reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: voyeurism, exhibitionism, spitroasting, oral (f,m receiving), degradation, praise, double penetration, threesome, praise, cumplay, dubcon if you squint

Genre: smut

Summary: When your boyfriend plays with you at a baseball game it causes some reactions

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Baseball. You wouldn't call it your favorite sport but you consider yourself a fan of America's pastime. Which is why when Steve offers you tickets to go with him to a Mets game you gladly take him up on the offer. You even convince Bucky to go with you and he's not nearly as interested in the game as you are but he'd follow you anywhere if you gave him your puppy eyes.

Bringing Bucky along proves to be a bit distracting when about halfway through the game his hand starts tracing circles along your inner thigh. Initially you aim to just ignore him, assuming- rather naively on your part, that your boyfriend would keep things innocent in such a public setting. When his hand starts sliding up you place your hand over his before it slips beneath the hemline of your skirt. When he'd draped his jacket over your legs a few minutes before it seemed harmless- now though you realize he had other intentions.

"Bucky- what are you doing?" You whisper quietly through your teeth hoping not to grab Steve's attention who sits on your other side.

"I think you're due for a check doll." Bucky shrugs.

"Not now!?" You look at him with wide eyes. He fixes you with a raised brow that dares you to protest again.

"Remind me sweetness, what are the rules?" He asks. You let out a sigh as you quietly recite the rule in question back to him.

"Wetness checks can be conducted at any time to ensure I'm always ready for when daddy wants to play." Your voice is as quiet as you can manage.

"Which means- I can and will conduct one now if I so please. Now be a good girl and open your legs." Bucky's leaned in closer to you now, his breath tickling your ear as he speaks. You glance nervously at Steve.

"But Steve-"

"Is busy watching the game, as long as you stay quiet he won't know a thing, can you do that doll?" Bucky asks as his fingers slip inside your panties.

"Y-yes." You whisper, letting out a soft gasp when he brushes your clit. When his two fingers drag along your dripping slit he can't help but chuckle. He plunges his digits into you with ease, immediately curling them and making you shudder.

"Well- look at that, you passed pretty girl. I think I'll give you a reward for that." Bucky toys with your clit, rubbing the bundle of nerves in harsh circles.

"N-now?" Your reply is breathless as you struggle to maintain some control of yourself.

"Obviously now. Unless of course you don't want to cum like a good girl for me?" Bucky hums as he increases the pressure on your clit. You grab the armrest that sits between you and Steve and don't notice when he looks over at you momentarily but before he can ask anything the crack of bat against ball snatches his attention.

"I- I want to be good." You whimper softly to Bucky.

"Then cum for me sweetness." Bucky orders. A few more circles around your clit and you're doing just that with a shuddering breath. Bucky pulls his fingers away and directly into his mouth, licking them clean before he leans over again to whisper in your ear.

"Good girl." He breathes before turning back to the game. You take one deep breath to recover and to your luck Bucky doesn't distract you for the last 4 innings of the game and you chat through it with Steve whenever something cool happens.

When the game ends and you all return to the tower you split from the guys to go do some things in your room. You have some books to put away anyhow.

"So uh- does Bucky always slut you out in public or was today a special occasion." You jump at the sudden sound of Steve's voice. You didn't notice he was behind you.

"Holy hell you scared me. Wait what did you just say?" You blink at him in confusion.

"During the baseball game." Steve says.

"What about the baseball game?" You frown.

"Don't act daft- I was sitting right next to you." Steve rolls his eyes.

"Wait you knew-"

"Of course I did. I'm a super soldier, did you really think I wouldn't notice you two whispering beside me?" Steve walks towards you and you instinctively step back. "I could hear his fingers- or rather I could hear your soaking wet pussy as he played with it. Could hear your gasps as you desperately tried not to outwardly react. I could even hear your heartbeat quicken. It's doing it now." Steve's now trapped you against the wall with his arms on either side of your head as he stares down at you.

"I- Bucky said-"

"You think he doesn't know how good my hearing is princess? He knew I could hear everything. So I ask again- was today a special occasion or are you always such a slut for my best pal?" Steve leans in incredibly close to you.

"Steve this is- wrong. You really shouldn't be asking me this-"

"And you really shouldn't be getting fingered at baseball games and yet." Steve retorts.

"What's going on in here?" Bucky asks. His sudden presence causes Steve to back up just enough for you to slip away from him and you find your way behind your boyfriend.

"Bucky he heard what you were doing at the game." You mutter feeling heat rise to your cheeks as the embarrassment of getting caught settles in.

"Oh is that what this is about? Get a little too worked up Stevie? Frustrating isn't it? To have her right there, to smell her arousal and not be able to touch her." Bucky smirks.

"Bucky what are you doing?" You hiss at him.

"Hush babygirl I'm asking Steve a question." Bucky waves you off.

"You know how frustrating it is." Steve grits out.

"Not really- I can touch her whenever I want. I can touch her right now if I want." Bucky shrugs grabbing your arm and pulling in front of him. His arm wraps around your waist and shoves his hand up your skirt.

"Bucky stop this is insane." You say grabbing his wrist in effort to stop him but his fingers have already moved your underwear and slipped inside you. Your eyes widen as you moan- embarrassment mixing with lust at the fact that Steve is staring right at you.

"You wanna touch her Stevie, don't you?" Bucky's lips kiss along your neck as he talks to Steve.

"Buck you can stop now." Steve says, his jaw clenched tightly.

"Answer the question Steve." Bucky's fingers fuck into you faster making you cry out as he holds you still against him.

"B-Bucky please I-" you know you should ask him to stop but at this point you're so worked up you almost want to beg him to let you cum.

"What is it babydoll? You wanna cum, don't you?" Bucky coos at you.

"Y-yes please." You whimper.

"Cum sweetheart. Show Stevie how good you are for daddy." Bucky hums. You moan loudly as your orgasm washes over you.

"Was that really necessary?" Steve huffs.

"If you wanna touch my girl so bad all you had to do is ask." Bucky says shoving you forward towards Steve on shaky legs. Steve reaches forward to catch you when you stumble.

"B-Bucky?" You look over your shoulder at him with a confused frown.

"You'll be good won't you doll? Let Stevie have you the way he wants to?" Bucky asks.

"Bucky." Steve warns.

"Answer me y/n." Bucky orders.

"Y-yes. I'll be good." You answer quietly.

"Strip for him doll." Bucky says. You step away from Steve to peel off your clothes one at a time until you're standing naked in front of them.

"Fuck you're gorgeous." Steve huffs out.

"Thank you." You mutter.

"Ask him to touch you baby." Bucky tells you.

"S-Stevie touch me. Please." You whimper breathlessly. Steve looks at Bucky for a moment before his hands are on you. You let out a short yelp when Steve pulls you towards him by your throat and crashes his lips against yours.

"God I want to ruin you." Steve growls against your mouth.

"Please- please do it." You whimper. Steve drops to his knees in front of you suddenly and places a kiss against your hip.

"Spread your legs princess." Steve says against your skin. You shuffle your feet further apart and as soon as there's space for him to slot his head between your legs he does lapping at your core so vigorously that you almost lose your balance in shock. Bucky comes up behind you to steady you as Steve eats you out like a man starved. Steve's tongue lalves your clit with attention, flicking it sharply until you're shaking against Bucky.

"Cum doll. Let Stevie really taste you." Bucky says kissing against your neck. Steve latches onto your clit and sucks harshly causing you to arch against him as you cum.

"Oh my god!" You groan as Steve continues to tongue at your cunt.

"Good girl." Bucky hums. You pant heavily as Steve slowly pulls away.

"You taste fucking amazing." Steve breathes.

"Doesn't she?" Bucky muses, grabbing your chin and kissing you sweetly. Steve stands and immediately covers your neck in blooms of red. Steve pulls you up, making you pull away from Bucky to wrap your legs around his waist. He carries you over to your bed and tosses you onto it and this is when you notice both men have at some point stripped. Steve tugs you towards the end of the bed and slots himself between your legs, thrusting into you quickly. You let out a loud moan as he bottoms out and Bucky takes the opportunity to shove his dick into your open mouth. The two men take control of your body, Bucky fucking your throat as fast as Steve fucks your pussy. You moan around Bucky at the way Steve fills you.

"You feel so good princess. So wet and tight." Steve grunts between thrusts.

"You're so good with your mouth doll. You always suck me off so well." Bucky huffs. You moan around him again at their praise and Bucky pulls out of your mouth allowing you to gasp some breaths. Bucky jerks himself off until he cums on your chest and Steve follows his lead pulling out of you just in time to shoot his load onto your stomach, ropes of cum now covering your body. When you drag your finger through the mess and wrap your lips around it both men groan at the sight.

"You- are fucking dangerous." Steve mutters. You giggle at his curse.

"Don't be rude Stevie- look how pretty she is all covered in our cum like a dirty little slut." Bucky says stroking your hair affectionately.

"Of course she looks gorgeous- that doesn't make her any less dangerous." Steve shrugs.

"Aw you guys are gonna make me blush." You joke.

"I think we should make you look even prettier." Bucky says.

"You wanna make me look prettier daddy?" You blink up at him with your biggest doe eyes and he groans.

"She's still to cognisant anyway." Steve says as the two men switch places.

"Then let's fuck her til she passes out." Bucky suggests.

"I like that plan." Steve says. Before you can add anything Steve pushes past your lips at the same time Bucky thrusts his length into you.

By the time they've finished with you, you've lost count of your orgasms and theirs but the evidence stains you and the sheets but you're too fucked out to even think about the mess you'll be cleaning up once you're conscious again.

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kpop---scenarios · 3 years

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Revenge Is A Bitch (1)

Pairing: Nichkhun x Reader | Jaehyun x Reader

Warning: Eventual smut, cheating, angst

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: Surprise! It's now a series. Let me know if you wanna be tagged!

Summary: You're life with Nichkhun was amazing, until you went to visit him on a business trip, where you meet Jaehyun, a friend and coworker of your boyfriend. Things escalate quickly from a little flirting in a club, but things get even worse when Nichkhun finds out. "

Y/N." Nichkhun growls. "Give it back." He says, trying his best not to smile. You stand on the other side of the couch, his phone in your hand as you stick your tongue out at him.

"You want it back?" You ask.

He nods his head.

"Then come get it." You yell, laughing as he charges for you, bursting out into laughter as well. Sometimes you were needy, especially when you felt like he was paying more attention to his phone than you. You giggle and scream as you run around the couch, Wooyoung sitting on the couch watching the two of you in disgust. Nichkhun grabs you, pulling you into him, peppering your face in kisses. You stop fighting him and he sets you down as you both continue laughing. You give him back his phone and he slides it into his pocket before tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

"I love you, beautiful." He whispers.

"And I love you." You grin, placing a kiss on his lips.

"And I'm gonna be sick." Wooyoung groans, leaving the living room as the two of you laugh at his annoyance and disgust of your love. It had been two years of just pure bliss and happiness with Nichkhun, something you never thought you'd ever find, until you found him.

A few hours later, you were sitting on the edge of the bed with your arms crossed as you watched Nichkhun pack a bag. As usual, a last minute business meeting came up, and he was taking off for a week.

"Babe, where's my blue suit? The one with the stripes.. yanno?" He yells from inside the closet. As much as you didn't want to help him, you begrudgingly stood up, shuffling towards the closet to help him find the suit he needed. You roll your eyes as you walk in, and Nichkhun is on one knee, holding a ring pop, making you laugh. "I'm sorry I have to leave my love, but with this ring, I hope you remember that I love you, and I can't wait to come back to you and marry you one day." He grins.

He always knew how to make you feel better and put a smile on your face. Some days you swore he knew you better than you knew yourself. You take the ring and stick it on your finger as he stands up.

"Now, I actually do need my suit." He laughs.

"You mean the one that's hanging right in front of you?" You giggle, taking it off the rack and handing it to him.

"My savior." He grins, putting it carefully in his bag.

"Toothbrush?" You ask him, beginning to list off the items he needs.

"Yes!" He exclaims.

"Underwear? Socks? Passport? Wallet? Casual clothes?" You ask.

"Check, check, check.. where's my passport?" He asks worriedly. Despite only going to a different city, he still needed it.

"Nightstand, left hand side." You sigh. He quickly leaves the closet, going to his nightstand as you zip up his bag, bringing it into the bedroom.

"Like I said, my savior." He grins.

"I'll call you when I land." He says before answering his ringing phone. "I'll be right down."

He gives you a quick peck before heading through your lavish apartment, with you following behind him, watching him walk out the front door, leaving you alone.

It had been a few days and you still hadn't heard from Nichkhun. This really wasn't unusual for him, considering he got very busy with work but he hadn't even sent you a goodnight text in the last 3 days, and that made you really sad. So you decided to do something about it. With a plan in your head you went to sleep, knowing you had an early morning ahead of you.

When you woke up, you booked your last minute ticket, and began packing your bags. You felt a frisson of excitement skate across your nerve endings as you zipped up your bags and waited for your ride to the airport. You very rarely, well actually never had surprised Nichkhun, but this time it felt right. It felt like it was going to be a wonderful surprise.

After a smooth flight, you caught a cab, and told him to go to the hotel Nichkhun was at. You felt like nothing could go wrong, this was the perfect plan, with a perfect execution. You paid the nice cab driver, who also took your bags from his car for you and you went into the lobby to wait for Nichkhun. You called his phone a few times, but he didn't pick up. You look around the fancy hotel and observe a couple who seemed to not be able to keep their hands off each other. You loved that for them. You smiled to yourself, imagining you and Nichkhun being that publicly annoying. You wished you could show your love and passion the way they were. The way they touched each other, it spoke of passion and need and familiarity.

You looked at your phone that has now gone to voicemail six times, you glance up once more and see the faces of the couple that enter the elevator with tears in your eyes.

“Welcome to Club Arriba! What can I get you to drink?”

"6 shots of your strongest liquor." You yell, slapping the credit card that Nichkhun had given you for emergencies. Clearly this was one, and so was the lavish hotel room, and the room service you had ordered before coming to the club.

"You got it." The bartender smiles, sliding the cars off the bar. You stand there waiting for your shots when three girls approach you.

"I love your dress." One giggles. You hold up your finger, asking for a moment before you quickly, and quite professionally down four of the six shots you had bought.

"Thank you." You grin. You turn to the bartender and wave him over. "Four more shots for me and my new friends." You yell, taking the last two shots on the counter.

And like that, you had made friends with some really nice girls, who bought you drinks too. The four of you were dancing, laughing and having a great time when you feel a pair of hands land on your hips. You look behind him and see an extremely handsome man smiling down at you. You don't mind, you enjoy the attention, besides it wasn't like you were getting much these days anyways. You move your body closer to his, swaying your hips to the beat of the music, while smiling at your new friends, who were also dancing with others. As you were getting more into it, you felt a hand wrap around your wrist. You look up and see a man that you absolutely recognize trying to pull you away from the other man that had begun groping you.

"What are you doing?" You ask. Glaring at the man. You know him.. from.. Nickhun's office. "Jaehyun?" You ask. He looks at you surprised that you remembered his name. He pulls you away from the man, through the crowd to a secluded hallway. He swings you around, pushing you against the wall as he crosses his arms.

"What the hell are you doing?" He asks. "You're in a relationship with my good friend and my boss." He hisses.

"Mhm, are you sure you're as good of a friend as you think you are?" You ask, tilting your head to the side.

"I don't understand what you mean." He sighs.

Of course he doesn't. No one knows, you didn't even know until this morning.

"What do you want, Jae? Should I blow you so you don't tell my precious Nichkhun?" You ask, pouting.

"I would never do that to Nichkhun." He deepens. "I'm going to have to tell him about this." He finishes.

You shrug your shoulders, pushing yourself off the wall. "Do what you gotta do." You say. “You know what I’ll help you tell him." You say, taking out your phone. Jaehyun stands there, watching you, unsure of what you're doing. You turn around with snapchat open, and kiss him on the cheek before snapping a picture before he moves away from you.

"What the fuck are you doing? Do you realize that this looks fucking bad?" He yells.

"I've seen the way you look at me when I come into the office. Do you want a taste Jae? Would you like to feel me gripping you while inside me? How about how wet and warm it would feel to cum inside me? So good." You whisper into his ear.

Jaehyun moves back from you, looking partially offended, and partially turned on from what you said. He doesn't say anything to you, he just walks away, and you watch him disappear into the crowd. You adjust your dress and throw your shoulders back and walk back to your new friends.

As you continue to dance, you can feel eyes on you, raking your body up and down. You look around and see Jaehyun leaning against the bar, his arms crossed as he watches you. The way your hands roam your body, the way you lick your lips as you watch him. You can feel his guard being let down as he begins to inch closer to you. The rush of victory flows through your body as he walks towards you.

"Let me take you home." He says, offering his hand to you. He slides Nichkhun's credit card back in your purse and he weaves the two of you out of the club.

"Are you trying to get in my panties, Jaehyun?" You ask, looking at the handsome man.

"I'm just taking you home." He says.

The two of you are standing outside your hotel room as you put your key in and open the door to your large suite.

"Don't tell Nichkhun I'm here." You say, walking inside, Jaehyun following you.

"Let's just get you to bed." He sighs.

You stand in front of him, pulling your dress off, dropping it on the floor. You're almost naked, in front of your boyfriend's good friend, feeling nothing but lust and attraction for this man.

Jaehyun takes a deep breath. "Fuck it." He whispers, crashing his lips onto yours, pushing you onto the bed. Your fun starts now, and soon Nichkhun will know that revenge is a bitch.

#jaehyun #nct jaehyun #nct smut #jaehyun smut #jung jaehyun #2pm #nichkhun #nichkhun smut #2pm smut #kpop fanfic #kpop scenarios #kpop writing #kpop imagines #kpop icons #kpop smut #jaehyun x reader #nichkhun x reader

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antipodeanpineapplelump · 3 years

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WIP... Tuesday?

Just in case anyone was wondering what useless novelty project I’m spending my time on now, may I introduce:

Or more accurately: “Shisui Uchiha and the Saga of the Overly Complex Movie Poster that’s Taking Up all of the Author’s Writing Time.”

Or: “Shisui Uchiha and the One-off Story that Accidentally Turned Into a Trilogy, much to the Author’s Total Lack of Surprise.”

So anyway, I have 30,000 words (3/9 chapters of the first part) so far and as usual, no timeline for completing this story. But I’m definitely in too deep to back out now! My new approach to stories is to write the whole thing, then post week by week. So this one is still probably several months away at least...

But here’s a quick preview:

The list of things Shisui Uchiha regrets in his life is pretty small.

A handful of ill-considered one night stands, several embarrassing bets with members of his family, the summer he decided to turn emo, oh—and one particularly notable fuck-up early in his career that very nearly ended it prematurely. But, for the most part, it’s been smooth-sailing.

Sure, maybe the odd rival takes a pot shot at him here or there. Ancient booby traps try to kill him, or the local wildlife steps in where they’ve left off. He and spiders are categorically never going to get along. But he’s never had cause to regret his career itself. He loves everything about treasure hunting—the adventure, the danger, the intellectual challenge of it all. The way his heart races when he finds some ancient artifact supposedly lost for good.

So, all in all, his current position—perched twenty feet up a silk cotton tree in India, surrounded by about two-dozen armed thugs personally out for his blood—well, that’s just another day at the office.

Two of the men walk below Shisui’s hiding place and he holds his breath, watching. They’re thick-built meat-heads; improbable amalgams of every jackbooted thug to ever grace a movie screen, with jawlines Chuck Norris could break a fist on, and brows that would make a Neanderthal proud. Supressing the snicker that threatens to escape him at the thought, Shisui wonders where Gato keeps finding these idiots. Some sort of steroid-fuelled body building conference maybe…

Comfortable they’re far too stupid to realise he’s here, he swings his legs back and forward, checking his bag to make sure his prize is still undamaged. Thankfully, despite having beaten a hasty retreat through the crowded city streets, the jewel-encrusted golden elephant winks up at him like a winning lottery ticket. One that’s going to pay for fancy canapes, champagne and extra leg room on Shisui’s flight home. Then a lot more afterwards.

But karma, as they say, is a bitch.

And karma, for Shisui, makes itself known in the form of a fluffy grey creature that plops down onto the branch beside him, joined in short order by half a dozen other partners in crime. At first, the macaque just fixes its intelligent gaze on Shisui, as though assessing what to do with him. Then, one very pregnant pause later, after the apparent realisation that no food is immediately forthcoming, the ringleader opens its mouth and screams. Loudly.

Shit.

“No, shhh…” Shisui orders in a loud whisper. “Oh come on, don’t be an asshole.”

The screaming continues, soon swelling to a cacophony as the others join in.

“Shoo!” he pleads, waving his arms around to try and scare them off. “I’ll buy you bag of bananas or something when I get down from here, just please shut up…”

But the little bastards don’t stop and, if anything, Shisui’s heated objection only seems to be pissing them off more. Which is fantastic, because truly the last thing he needs today is to catch rabies or—

From the bottom of the tree, someone clears their throat. “Ahem.”

Or that.

It’s smug, officious, and quite frankly, about the last voice Shisui wants to hear right now. Every part of him sinks. On reflection, maybe it was a bit arrogant to think he wouldn’t have been followed to the temple. To think he was just going to walk in, pilfer a several-centuries old treasure, and walk out again, a comfortable five-figure sum the richer for it.

But then, it wouldn’t be the first time.

Sighing, he looks down to see his least-favourite human approximation of a turd. “Gato.”

“Well, well, if it isn’t my favourite globe-trotting Uchiha. Fancy seeing you here,” Gato says, appearing inordinately pleased. His trademark sunglasses sit awkwardly atop his bulbous nose, straddling a pencil moustache that looks like a worm met its unfortunate end on his face some years ago, and he never bothered to wipe it off.

For reasons he can’t currently articulate, it annoys the shit out of Shisui. Possibly because if there’s anything he hates more than someone getting the better of him, it’s someone who’s as much of a fucking waste of space as Gato getting the better of him.

“Yeah well, you know how it is,” he says, glancing around for a quick exit. “Ancient treasures to find, damsels in distress to rescue…”

But unfortunately, the crowd of highly armed men around Gato is growing by the second, and Shisui’s options are looking somewhat thin on the ground. At least, all the ones that don't end with him riddled in bullet holes. Damn macaques…

Gato grins. In the pre-monsoon heat, sweat rolls down his neck and spreads like an oily stain across his collar. “Oh, I’m well aware of how you operate... You’re a businessman, just like me. Always taking jobs for the highest bidder.” Before Shisui can open his mouth to disagree, Gato holds up a hand, adding, “I know, I know… you don’t see yourself that way. Moral code or whatever it is you like to call it. But in reality, the only difference between us is that you have the air of legitimacy that comes with an academic backing, whereas I’m willing to admit what I really want.”

“And what do you want, Gato?” Shisui asks flatly, already knowing the answer. The tired old game they’re playing here.

“That trinket you have in your bag.” Gato licks his lips, as though he can taste the champagne he’s going to be drinking once he returns the statue to whoever hired him, to disappear into some private collection, never to see the light of day again.

“What do I get in return?” Shisui asks, even though it’s obvious from Gato’s expression that he’s not going to like it, whatever it is.

A mirthless laugh assaults his ears. “I’ll let you live to cross paths with me another day.”

As offers go, it’s not very believable. But as much as Shisui hates to admit when his luck’s run out, even he can see the writing on the wall. Today really isn’t his day. Sure, he might trust Gato about as far as he could throw him, but even Gato isn’t stupid enough to shoot him on a main street, in broad daylight. Probably…

Retrieving the golden elephant from his bag, Shisui tosses it carefully down.

Turning the trinket over in his hands, Gato lets out a hum of appreciation. “Very nice. My client will be pleased.” He hands it off to one of his many thugs to box up, then peers back through the branches, looking more like a slug than Shisui would ever have thought possible. Reinforcing the impression, his lips twist with a slimy smile. “Well, as always, it’s been nice doing business with you Shisui. But I think, unfortunately, you’ve caused me trouble for the last time.”

Far too pleased for Shisui’s taste, Gato steps back, raising his hand in a gesture that looks awfully like it’s intended as a final farewell. Or a smug ‘fuck you.’ Either way, the message is perfectly clear.

Shisui rolls his eyes, mentally scratching off another predictable villainous turn on his treasure hunting bingo card. “All right,” he calls after Gato’s retreating back. “Nice doing business with you too! See you next time...” Under his breath he mutters, “Asshole…”

Truly, Gato doesn't have an original bone in his body. It's like he once read The Idiots Guide to Being a B-Grade Movie Villain, then internalised it on the spot to make up for a lack of anything remotely resembling a personality. But, pathetic imitation of a villain or not, his bullets are still effective.

The leaves around him shred beneath the pop, pop of gunfire as Shisui sucks in a rushed breath, bracing himself for what he’s about to do. The branch wobbles precariously beneath his feet as he races along it, pushing off into air that rushes past, disconcerting and empty. The slender gap to the building seems to widen to the span of a gaping abyss—

He hits the rail of the apartment with thud, clambering quickly over it to fall on his back on the balcony, winded, but mercifully unharmed. A macaque peers over the guttering at him, with a leering grin that clearly threatens more screaming.

“Don’t you start,” he warns, waggling a finger at it.

But there’s barely a moment to catch his breath before the sound of splintering wood below indicates another problem. Or an extension of the same one. Bounding to his feet, Shisui scoops up his hat, settles it back on his head, and checks over the railing. A bullet clips the plaster nearby—a pretty good indication that Gato’s men have every idea where he’s gone. That, combined with the way they’re currently pushing through the lower doors to the complex probably doesn’t mean anything good for him.

“Shit,” he announces to no one in particular. It’s times like these he really wishes he carried a gun…

Forcing his way into the mercifully empty apartment off the balcony, Shisui slips quickly through it. Cracking open the door on the far side, he checks the coast is clear. It is.

Of course, it doesn’t stay that way for long. Halfway along the open air corridor, there’s a cry of discovery from his pursuers, followed by more shooting. Seriously, why are the bad guys always bringing guns to Shisui’s knife fights?

Ducking, he runs faster, bursting into another apartment filled with hazy cigarette smoke and shocked faces before finally making it to an exterior stairwell on the far side. Looking at the next building over, it’s immediately apparent the gap is way too far for him to use the same trick he did before. But with Gato’s men advancing on him from below, maybe he can just make it to street level and bypass them altogether…

A thicket of power cables criss-crosses the span between the buildings, with one nearby running almost to the level of the shop awnings below. Sending a rash of silent prayers to whatever gods take care of Indian power line maintenance, Shisui detaches a length of rope from his belt and flings it over the wire, gripping each side like a makeshift zipline. Holding his breath, he pushes off into empty space. To his surprise and considerable delight, the line holds.

It sweeps him across the street, picking up more and more speed, until the side of the other building is rushing at him like—

Shit.

He impacts it with his shoulder, coming to an uncomfortable and jarring stop. Pain shoots down his arm and he lets go of the rope, crashing through a fabric awning and landing ungracefully in a huge stack of bagged flour. Dust floats down around him and Shisui groans, moving each of his limbs in turn. By some miracle, nothing seems broken. Not even his tantō in its leather holster at his back.

Oh well. Fall down seven times, stand up eight…

Apparently his exit was none too subtle though, because Gato’s men are leaning over the stairwell railing, yelling and pointing at the mess he’s made. Dragging himself to his feet, Shisui evades an angry store owner, brushes flour off of his clothes and resumes running for his life.

Never let anyone say archaeology is boring.

As he emerges back onto the main street, searching for quick and easy exit, the sound of screeching brakes and angry honking carries from the road. Cutting a wild path through traffic is an old open-top olive-drab Jeep with several gold charms dangling from its rear-view mirror. It jerks to a stop just before hitting Shisui, both side wheels riding up on the curb.

“Need a ride?” the female driver asks, grinning.

Her windswept hair hangs past the fashionable silk scarf tied at her neck. Unmanicured nails wrap around the slender metal of the steering wheel, like they couldn’t be more at home there. They’re a stark contrast with the cream suit linen she’s wearing, rolled up neatly to her elbows. Speckled with dirt, it looks like she’s probably travelled halfway across the country to be here, and been up to her elbows in the grease of the Jeep’s engine at some point to do it. She’s a walking contradiction—albeit one Shisui is delighted to see.

“Izumi!” he exclaims happily.

Eyes sparkling, she waves. “Hey.”

“I thought you were practicing on the course in Reno this weekend… What’re you doing here?”

A shot rings out, kicking up dust near one of the tyres. Glancing behind him, Izumi rolls her eyes, reaching across to throw open the door. “What am I always doing? Saving your ass, you idiot... Now get in before one of us gets shot, or I have to find out whether my rental insurance covers illegal firefight damage.”

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