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gashinabts · 1 year

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On and Off (III) | (m)

Word: 4.2k

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: angst, smut, Fluff

Warnings: smut, confrontation, TOXIC RELATIONSHIP!!!!!!!!!!, possessive behavior.

summary: you and jungkook can't seem to break up.

Part 1, Part 2

a/n: Here’s the finale! I hope you guys enjoy! Love all the support it really encourages me to keep writing 🥹🥹🥹💕💕💕

Taglist: @somehowukook , @gipsyg19 , @borahaexoxo

There’s a constant reminder that life moves on quickly when you’re in your late twenties. The reminders are seeing your friends job promotions, or wedding invitation or pregnancy announcements. What you weren’t expecting was a wedding invitation from your ex boyfriend. It lies on the kitchen table and your debating whether you should throw it away or rsvp.

Surely it was a mistake, maybe he accidentally sent it out to you. But how did he know where you lived? Your head aches from the confusion not knowing what the hell he was thinking. Ex’s don’t typically invite their ex to their wedding.

…

Yoongi laughs as he reads the invitation and tosses on the table. “ What an ass” He just got out of work from the clinic. There’s confusion on your face, and he explains himself. “ He only wants to rub it in your face that he is married and happy.”

“ You think so,” you scratch the back of your head. It’s possible Jungkook would stoop down low to do that. But you thought he’s changed and matured, moving past his devious tendencies.

Yoongi looks at you with an arched eyebrow, “ When’s the last time you guys talked?”

The last time you talked to Jungkook was five years ago, after the party. Occasionally you would stalk his instagram, but then you blocked him once he posted a picture of his girlfriend. “ Years ago,” you say quietly. You shake your head and you twist your ring on your finger.

“ Are you going to go?” Yoongi looks at you cautiously. He goes to your fridge pouring whiskey in a cup and hands it to you.

“ Maybe…” you take a sip. “ Should I not?” The alcohol burns your throat.

Yoongi shrugs, “ I don’t know Y/n. It’s up to you,” he pats your shoulder and goes to living room. You are left in your thoughts staring at the wedding invitation on the table. Picking it up you examine it more, tracing your finger on his printed name. Laughing to yourself you toss in the trash, then stare at it in the trash.

Later that night you wake up and grab a glass of water. Also taking Tylenol from a sudden headache from the whisky you drank. Dropping a pill on the ground you groan tossing it in the trash bin. Your eyes glance at the wedding invitation again, you groan one more time grabbing it and placing it on the table.

…

Now you are entering a busy cafe in New York with an anxious look on your face as you search for an all too familiar face. And there’s Jungkook with his headphones on and book in his hand. His hair is at the same long length, he is wearing a typical attire a black crew neck with black cargo pants. Hesitantly you walk to the table and sit down, his eyes look up to yours and he immediately takes his headphones out. “ Hi,” you say awkwardly.

Jungkook smiles brightly, “ Hi,” he says back. You notice his lip piercing is gone, the one you told him to get in college. You remember him asking what piercing is the hottest and you said lip piercing, and the next day he got it.

“ I’m sorry I’m late, I got on the wrong subway,” you explain seeing that he already got a drink and was probably here for a good ten minutes.

Jungkook shakes his head, “ No you’re fine, it takes some time to get used to it. I was fucking lost when I first came here.” He laughs to himself. You know he’s lying to make you feel better, Jungkook always been good at directions and maps.“ I got this for you,” Jungkook hands you the iced matcha. “ It’s not sweet, I told them not to add sweetener.”

Your eyes widened in surprise that remembers, “ I-thank you,” you take the drink and sipping it. The cold matcha helps you calm down. “ I’m surprised that you have time to hang out with me…you know since your probably busy with the wedding.” You tell Jungkook. The minute you RSVP to the wedding you got a text from Jungkook inviting you to catch up.

Jungkook nervously scratches his head, “ Yeah, I just wanted to see you before…yeah,” he awkwardly states. “ Uhh how are you?” He asked.

“ Good, I work at a clinic not too far from my apartment. I honestly love my job and I have a cat who’s basically my little baby” You go on your phone to show him a picture of your cat. Jungkook smiles watching you you fawn over your cat, “ He’s a really chill cat but Yoongi calls him a demon when he begs for food,” you laugh shutting your phone.

“ He’s really cute. I have a baby too his name is Bam,” Jungkook shows you photo of a massive Doberman. “ Maybe they can be friends,” Jungkook comments. You doubt they’ll ever meet since they live in two separate places.

“ That’s a big ass dog Jungkook,” you laugh. “ I thought you were always kidding about getting a Doberman when you get older.”

“ Nah he’s my little baby,” Jungkook says proudly. “ So you and Yoongi?” Jungkook eyes look over to your hands playing with the straw.

“ Friends,” you shake your head chuckling. “ He has a boyfriend and I’m unfortunately single as ever.” You curse at yourself not wanting to look desperate in front of Jungkook. Wanting to change the subject you quickly ask about him. “ So what about you? You found the one! Isn’t that exciting, you are getting married in two days.” It’s painful to say out loud. You never thought of seeing Jungkook marrying somebody or maybe you didn’t want to think about that.

“ Yeah, it is,” he smiles softly keeping it short. You figure it was him being humble not wanting to brag in your face. “ I’m free this whole day, do you want me to show you around?”

“ That would be really cool but is your fiancée alright with this?” There’s slight hesitation as you question him. “ Jungkook, does she know you are with me right now?” Your eyes glance around the cafe, wondering if she was here peeking over from another table.

Jungkook calls your name, “ She isn’t here. And she knows I’m here with you.” He places his belongings in his tote bag. “ Let’s head out of here. Go to the park, yeah?” Jungkook nods his head towards the exit of the cafe, getting up. He looks down at you since you are still sitting down, not making any movement. Logically speaking you don’t think it’s a good idea to go with Jungkook but you look up at him and every sense of logic is thrown out.

…

“ You are unbelievable,” you groan at Jungkook. “ I didn’t even know you were talking to me. I thought you were talking to Taehyung.” You guys are walking through the grass, Jungkook is taking the lead but he make sure that he doesn’t stray too far from you. And currently you guys are talking about the moment you guys met.

“ You made eye contact with me,” Jungkook laughs. “ Why would I ask Taehyung to hangout with me outside? I was obviously interested in you,” he says.

Staring at the green grass you watch Jungkook’s shoe trail over the grass as you speak “ I don’t know. I just thought you were way out of my league. You were on an academic scholarship, had so many friends, and was just good at everything. I was the complete opposite of you” you laugh shrugging. “ I felt intimidated by you.” You see his shoes stop and you look up from the grass.

“ Y/n, why haven’t you told me this before,” he looks at you with a painful expression. “ Maybe we could’ve—”

“ Still be together?” You asked incredulously. “ Jungkook, I was so spiteful towards you. We did horrible things to each other. Nothing could’ve saved our relationship,” you sighed.

“ I know and I’m sorry for what I have done. I was stupid and just as spiteful as you. But if we would’ve just communicated with each other everything would’ve been better.” Jungkook manages to make eye contact with you. And you feel yourself sinking to the floor. It’s always like that when you stare into his eyes. It makes you hopeful and hopeless at the same time.

You rub your eyes with your hands trying to shake the feeling off, “ Yeah, I know.” There’s kid’s laughter in the background and your jealous of what they are feeling compared to what your feeling. “ Jungkook, what are we doing? There’s no reason to dwell on the past. You’re getting married and I’m going back.” You release your hands dropping them to your side. Smiling at him, “ We should end it here.”

It’s painful to say it out loud but have to. This would probably be the last time you’ll talk to him. You weren’t going to speak to him at the wedding, you would probably say something stupid like confessing to him that you still have feelings for him. It was mistake for meeting Jungkook once more, your selfishness got ahold of you.

He steps closer to you,“ Y/n, I’m not getting married.” Jungkook confesses.

Everything becomes quite and you look at him like he was crazy. “ What?”

“ We called off the wedding months ago. I sent you the invitation because I wanted to see you,” Jungkook goes to hold your shoulder and you immediately back away.

There’s so much to process and rub your head in confusion. Looking around you see kids not too far away and you lower your voice “ What the fuck Jungkook? You couldn’t have texted me like a normal person?” You asked.

“ Would have you came if I texted you?” Jungkook asked.

“ I- no, maybe. Shit, I’m not sure. I thought you moved on Jungkook. We ended things five years ago,” you managed to say.

“ Y/n, I haven’t moved on. I still want to talk to you, see you, be near you…” Jungkook says gently. “ I’m sorry it took me so long to reach out. Last year I asked Mina how you were, and she said that you were in a good relationship and I should just leave you alone.” Jungkook brushes his hair back, “ I was happy that you moved on, but I also felt resentment towards myself. Like I could’ve been a better person when we were together and we could’ve tried long distance or you could’ve been here with me in New York. And I kept just thinking of what could’ve been, and I couldn’t be with someone that wasn’t you.”

There is so much to process and you just want to run away. “ Jungkook, I don’t know what to say,” you tell him truthfully.

Jungkook looks away biting his lip nervously. “ It’s okay, I was being inconsiderate just thinking about my feelings and hoping you feel the same way as me.” He looks back at you and smile, “ Uhh…it’s getting late, do you want me to drop you off at your hotel?” His eyes look around the park and notice less people walking. You’re still thinking of his words as he walks you out of the park. Thinking about the what if’s and could’ve beens.

Maybe you’ll never find out why Jungkook has a hold of your heart. That you never want to see the back of his head when he walks away from you. So you always walked away from him in the past not knowing how to deal with your feelings. Stopping you grab his hand and he immediately turns around his doe eyes widening. “ Take me to your place,” you say.

….

It’s nice spacious apartment and Jungkook grabs your bag putting it on the table. “ So this is my place. I’ve been living here for maybe five months, it has a good balcony view...” Jungkook hands move around nervously pointing here and there. “ Namjoon knows a realtor so she give me a good deal. I mean not that I don’t have enough money…I have my own office at the firm. We can go see that if you want…” Jungkook awkwardly trails on.

Laughing you sit down on the couch, “ What happened to the confident Jungkook?” You think it’s cute that he’s nervous.

Jungkook chuckles, “ Because it’s you.” He walks towards you sitting on the couch next to you. “ I always feel nervous when I’m around you. Even back then, I was just better at hiding it” he lets out a breath he has been holding.

“ Yeah?” You asked shyly. Jungkook nods and your hand instinctively brush his soft long hair. You bring him closer to you, leaning into him and kissing him. Nothing compares to kissing Jungkook. Opening your mouth slightly you allow him to kiss deeper, your other hand holds onto his shoulder pushing him gently more into the couch. He lets you have his way with allowing you to sit on his lap. You take off your shirt tossing it to the side, Jungkook looks at your boobs for a moment.

“ Uhh wait,” Jungkook groans and his hands rubs his eyes.

You are confused about what’s happening. “ Is everything okay?” You asked.

“ No, I don’t want to have sex with you,” Jungkook says.

There’s silence in the room, just hearing your own heart beating louder. “ Oh okay,” your heart drops and you get up embarrassed looking for your shirt. “ I’m sorry I made you uncomfortable.” Quickly you put on your shirt.

Jungkook tries to make eye contact,“ Y/n, I just don’t want it to be just sex. I don’t want you just to have pity sex with me and leave like nothing happened.”

“ Sorry, I didn’t mean to make you feel that way,” you replied. You obviously didn’t come here for pity sex. “ Jungkook, what was your plan when you sent me the invitation? Did you want me to leave everything behind and stay here with you in New York?” Sitting back down on the couch.

Jungkook pushes his hair back, “ I don’t know.” Jungkook didn’t think that far ahead and he thought everything would just be okay. He’s seen too many romantic movies that everything just conveniently falls in place perfectly for the main character.

“ You don’t know?” You sigh to yourself partially in annoyance. This feeling of uncertainty is all too familiar.

“ What about you Y/n?” He gives you the same amount of attitude. “ Why’d you say yes to coming to ‘my wedding’ ?” Jungkook pivots the conversation to you.

You laugh loudly, “ Oh my god, are we seriously getting into an argument. I guess things haven’t really changed.” You get up going to the kitchen table grabbing your stuff wanting to walk out.

“ Wait wait,” Jungkook quickly gets up his heart rate going up. Just a minute you were coddling him and now you are walking away. It feels like deja vu all over again, you always leaving when there’s argument and he used to always let you leave but this time he can’t let you. His hands are calmly from anxiety and he touches your arm carefully. “ Yes, I wanted you stay here with me. Or I can go back to wherever you are going. I know it sounds childish…but I hoped that we got back together. I love you, Y/n. And I never told you because it’s scary telling you this because we never expressed our feelings to each other,” his eyes pleaded with you. There’s desperation in his voice.

There’s a strange feeling in your heart, “ You love me?” You asked.

“ Yes, Y/n. I love you.” He smiles softly.

You scrunched your eyes grimacing about what you are about to say. “ I’m such a fucking horrible person, Jungkook. I came to New York because I wanted to see you at the wedding and hoped that you would feel something for me and you would leave your fiancée for me.” Opening your eyes you see Jungkook laughing giving you a baffled look. “ I know it sounds bad.” You scold yourself.

“ Yeah. But you know what I would totally leave my fiancee for you if you did that,” Jungkook easily lifts you up on the kitchen table. You wrap your arms over his shoulders playing with the back of his hair.

Tilting your head to the side, “ Jungkook, you technically did that when you called off your wedding months ago.”

Jungkook eyes widened, “ Oh shit, you’re right.” His hands go underneath your shirt feeling your back. “ I’m just as a horrible person as you,” he says as he kisses your cheek. “ We should go to couples therapy,” Jungkook suggests his fingers plays with the clasp of your bra.

“ Mmm we totally should,” you agree and your hand grabs his cheek so you can kiss his lips.

…

“ Fuck, baby,” Jungkook moans as you go down on him. His fingers grabs his sheets trying to not come immediately. It’s always been hard for him to hold back when you give him the best blowjobs. Whimpering to himself, as your lips travel his body kissing here and there. “ Gimme a kiss,” Jungkook holds your chin kissing your lips gently.

Pulling away you see his eyes twinkling and lips swollen. Your fingers trace his chest now adorned with new tattoos. “ I want my name right here,” you trace your name over his chest. It was half a joke but there’s some underlying of possession,

Jungkook gives you a little smirk tilting his head a little, “ Yeah?” Jungkook flips you over so your now on your back . “ Anything for you,” he leans down kissing your neck then marking it up. He stares at your hickeys and he just the same as you wanting to see some sort of branding. His hand travels down feeling your wetness, entering a finger and you whine.

Jungkook had many wet dreams about you since you guys were apart. The images would disappear too quickly as soon as he woke up. Then he had to force him to take a cold shower to avoid feeling any guilt.

“ Jungkook, more,” you whine as he stopped fingering you. Jungkook nods and he continues to fingering you with another finger. Hitting all the right spots. Your fingers could never compare to Jungkook. Your body only falls apart easily when it comes to him. He’s watching you with care, listening to your body and moans. Jungkook nuzzles into your neck once more smelling your scent that he’s been missing. Your hand goes down to his cock jerking him off, trying to give him the same pleasure he is giving you.

The sounds of your guys names are being intertwine as you call for each other in pleasure. Jungkook’s heart is doing somersaults as you encourage him to come for you. He wants you to come first but it’s impossible when you know all the tricks to his body. With your thumb tracing his sensitive tip and your other hand lights scratching his back. Every nerve in his body is heightened when you touch him. He curses and says your name one last time before cumming hard into your hand. Jungkook’s body falls limply on you and he’s embarrassed of hard he came from just a simple handjob. He groans to himself.

Laughing you wipe your hand on his bedsheet, “ Was it that good?” You ask brushing your hand in his hair.

His head lifts and you see his pretty eyes. “ So fucking good baby,” Jungkook breaths out heavily. His head ducks down kissing your boobs a couple times before leaving your body. He walks to the end of the bed grabbing your legs, pulling you to the edge as well. You yelp at the suddenness wondering what he has in mind. “ You didn’t think I wasn’t going to give you a mind blowing orgasm.” Jungkook says shaking his head. Then going to his knees, his strong hands easily grab your waist towards him. His mouth immediately goes between your legs eating you out with pleasure.

Without any hesitation your thighs wrap around his head bringing him closer, your hands touch his hair again grabbing it harder this time. Moaning loudly at the flicks of his tongue on your folds. There’s probably going to be a noise complaint but you didn’t care, there was always noise complaints whenever you guys had sex.

Jungkook moans into you, loving the way your body reacts to him. The painful pleasure of the tugging of his hair. One of the reasons why he kept his hair long because you were always touchy with his hair, no matter what the circumstances were. His hands hold your hips tightly and encouraging you to move your hips against his mouth. His tongue lays flat and you use him, grinding hard. His eyebrows scrunch in pleasure at your taste, he wants to able to taste this every night and morning.

You fall apart after a few minutes of him eating the fuck out of you. And your hands push his head away as he gently cleans you up with his tongue. He kisses your clit and giggle at the sensation. “ Damn, best pussy eater,” you laugh to yourself still feeling delirious from the orgasm.

Jungkook laughs at your compliment then kissing your forehead, “ Thank you,” Jungkook says. “ Best pussy ever,” Jungkook compliments you back. And you grab his his cheeks and urging him to kiss you again on the lips. He gives in and messily makes out with but he stops when he feels himself getting hard again. “ Ok ok, I have to clean my sheets. There’s cum everywhere,” he notices his cum on his sheets and a big patch of wetness from where he ate you at. “ You can take a shower, I’ll clean everything up.” He helps you up and pats your butt leading you to the bathroom.

The shower is spacious and you can imagine yourself showering with Jungkook everyday, you quickly wash yourself and grab one of Jungkook’s oversized shirts looking for him. You see that all the sheets are gone, you walk towards the balcony outside and see him staring at something. “ Smoking?” You ask as you enter outside.

“ Nah, I quit smoking years ago” Jungkook says, he stuffs his hands in his pockets. You never thought he would quit smoking since he would always smoke cigarettes. You would always complain to him which would always cause an argument. “ You look cute in my clothes,” Jungkook says grabbing your hand to pull you closer to him.

“ Mm thanks,” you lean in kissing his cheek. You stare at the buildings, “ What’s in your pocket?” Jungkook reaches in his pocket handing you pictures. It was pictures of you five years ago. Smiling at the pictures you hand it back. “ You kept it all these years. I figured you would’ve thrown it out.”

Jungkook looks at the picture, “ I did. I got in an argument with one of my ex girlfriends she saw that I had it in my drawer. Rightfully so she got upset that I still had pictures of my ex. So I threw it away in front of her in the trash bin.” Jungkook puts the picture back in his pocket, he scratches his head, “ Uhh later that night I grabbed it from the trash. I guess I couldn’t let go of those memories.”

Grabbing Jungkook’s hand you kiss it, “ I still have your ring and I wear it all the time. Well not today, I didn’t want you to see me as someone who couldn’t let go.” Jungkook gently smiles at you for you to continue expressing your feelings which you have a hard time doing. “ And I didn’t want to let go because I care so deeply about you but Jungkook I’m going home in two days.” Jungkook face falls his heart falling to his feet. “ But I’ll be back,” you kiss him assuring him nothing bad will happen.

“ You are going to stay here with me?” Jungkook ask in a hopeful tone, his hand holds your waist carefully.

“ I think New York has grown to me despite only being here for a day. I also think because your here,” you shyly smile at him. Jungkook gleams at your words his lips immediately peppering your cheeks and hugging you tightly. “ I just have to sort things back at my work and my apartment. Find a new job here,” you managed to say as Jungkook excitedly coddles you.

Jungkook nods his head, “ Of course baby. I’ll be here waiting for you.” He tilts your chin kissing your soft lips. He didn’t mind waiting because this time for sure none of you guys were running away from each other’s feelings.

…

“ I’ll see you in two months,” you say as you kiss Jungkook’s lips. He’s dropping you off at the airport, he hands you your suitcase. “ I’ll miss you,” you hug Jungkook one more time.

“ Don’t worry I’ll FaceTime you everyday,” Jungkook holds you longer smelling your perfume “ And I’ll make sure Bam gets used to cats.”

“ Thanks baby,” you say as you pull apart, you don’t want to miss your flight. Jungkook heart flutters at your pet name. “ Oh here before I forget, it was supposed to be your wedding gift” you hand him a present from your bag. Jungkook holds your present and he waves bye to you as you leave.

Jungkook enters his apartment and opens your present. It’s films to his old camera and smiles at the gesture. A card falls out and he reads your handwriting.

To Jungkook,

I think that in every alternate universe I would always say yes to going out with you, no matter what our outcome would look like.

p.s. Sorry for wasting your film

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vibeswithdior · 2 months

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Cuphead Devil general hcs

⚜️🔱⚜️🔱⚜️🔱⚜️🔱⚜️🔱⚜️🔱⚜️🔱⚜️🔱⚜️

Fave pets names: sweetheart, candyheart, sweets, love, dove, Amour, amica mea, dolce, my sweet, Dulcis mea, my candy, cherry pie, sweetcheeks.my Juliet, Cara mia

He adores cuddle

He would run up to s/o and cuddle them so hard to prevent them from moving

If s/o escapes and tells him they are busy expect him to be cranky

He adores to stay up late with his s/o

If he is jealous he won’t admit it but he will loom over s/o

He would read old timey love stories to learn new ideas of how to show his appreciation and affection towards s/o

Fave candy: black licorice, gushers, sour skittles, dark chocolate, peach ring, haribo happy cherries,

Favorite alcoholic drinks: margaritas, bourbon, dry martini, whiskey, whisky sour

He would spoil his s/o with anything they desire

Fave non alcoholic drink: calypso lemonade, berry Fanta, apple Fanta, Welch’s watermelon, strawberry lemonade Sunkist

#cuphead devil x reader #cuphead devil #cuphead show #cuphead #x reader #headcanon

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justjams2003 · 2 years

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Pretty mouth

A/N: Heyo, I couldn’t not write this. Steve would most definitely spoil his girl. I’m thinking of adding a part 2 of this? Tell me what you think? Or any suggestion for part 2. Request are open and I will start working on the ones I already have tomorrow.

Summary: While on holiday you’re invited on a yacht with some very rich people. Steve catches your eyes and with the help of some N-40 you two are immediately attached to each other.

Pairing: Sugardaddy!Steve Abnesti x reader

Warnings: Age differnce; mention of teacher-fucking; cock-sucking; drugs; alcohol; praise kind; rough cock-sucking; man-handling; public make-out; teasing; fxm; no mention of skin colour+body type (tell me if I miss any)

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You’ve always been someone who throws caution into the wind. You rarely think of the consequences of things. As long as you got that instant gratification you wanted, you did not care how you got it. You don’t care what drug you have to take or what man you’d have to seduce. Of course, when a handsome man invited you on his yacht, you were happy to join.

You’d just graduated high school by the skin of your teeth. You’d have fuck at least a few teachers to get that perfect A your parents always asked for. They’d promise you a big graduation getaway after all. You and your friends went to the beaches of Australia. You heard the men there were to die for.The rumours were most definitely not wrong.

A lot of them were chiselled or tanned or had that sun-bleached hair look to them. They were falling at your feet. At every bar, you were getting free drinks or at least were flirted with. You were in heaven. You were most definitely getting the attention you daily craved.

Then one day you and your friends had hired a jet boat and were zooming across the ocean. When you heard the sounds of a jet engine and pumping music, you all followed after. Catching up you saw something very fun. Men, obviously drunk or high, and most likely loaded with money.

You stopped the boat right next to them. You all cheered, getting their attention. Of course, you would. You’re a group of young, hot new adults dressed in skimpy bikinis and swim shorts. Those men turned to you and they seemed to glow up.

Especially one man in particular.His eyes are hidden by classy sunglasses, he’s dressed in a Hawaiian shirt and a pair of short trunks and a glass of whisky in his hand. “Well hello, beautiful,” he shines a pair of pearly whites to you. Even if your friends fan around, somewhere you knew his eyes were ogling you.

Usually, you take compliments easily, yet for some reason he had you blushing at a simple word. “Hello handsome,” you flirt back, leaning just a bit closer. “Mind if my friends and I hop on?” You ask, flashing a smile, hoping to be more convincing.

He shrugged and look around at the men on the boat. They all nod eagerly. Who was he to deny? “Of course, I am sure this party could use some more fun.” He jokes, everyone laughs with him. You glowered at the attention and, with help of the workers, climbed onto the boat. They tied up your speed boat, making sure it doesn’t get washed away.

Immediately all the men gravitated toward your posse. Handing them drinks, pumping the music and dancing. Their hands all grasping at something to touch. They all seemed just a bit older than you usually wanted. Though that did not stop you, you know that just means they have more money.And you dearly loved money.

However, right now you are focused on one person. He piqued your interest. Why is your body reacting the way it is to this man? You grab the first cocktail you could find and plop your body down next to him. He shows a cheeky smile, “What is someone like you-” you jab a finger into his chest, “-doing with people like this?”He chuckles, placing his hand comfortably on your thigh.

“Whatever do you mean?” He gives your thigh a light squeeze, taking a sip from your whiskey. You watch those perky pink lips get wet from the alcohol. “Well, they’re old and ugly. You- well I don’t know how old you are- but you are not ugly.” You smile, your eyes stuck between those lips and his sunglasses.“If I’m not ugly, what am I?” He asks with a lifted brow. You pout out, you hate having to explain yourself. Why couldn’t people just accept what you say with blind trust?

“You’re-” you start, gathering the confidence you didn’t know you lacked. He looks at you with a smug smile, waiting for the answer.“Well, you’re hot, more than most of the people I’ve seen on this spider-infested continent.” You take a sip of your cocktail, hoping to distract yourself from your creeping blush. The taste of vodka burns your throat before the sweet tropical fruit mixes with it. Yet right after you swallow it down you feel a large hand around your jaw.

He pulls your face to look him in his eyes. “Most?” He questions and you can’t help but notice his now lack of sunglasses. God, his eyes make you force down a moan. The clearest sunshine blue you’ve ever seen. They hold such contempt and arrogance that just makes that perfect jawline so attractive.

You bite your lips at the sight. Truly, what has gotten into you? With such smooth grace, his thumb grazes over your lips. You can’t help but open up, letting his tongue slip in. You give a slight nimble and a slight suckle, tasting him and the faint whisper of whiskey.

“Well, my dear, I am developing some new drugs to help-” he trails off, his eyes flickering at nothingness, trying to find the word. “-contain some problem people. And I need these old, ugly men’s money to fund just that.” You smile, that definitely sounds fun.

“Can I have some?” You ask after he places his hand back up your thigh, just a bit higher. Your core clenches. “Are you a problem person?” He asks, his brows innocently furrowing. You smirk, trailing your hand up to his open thigh. “I could be,” there is extreme mischievousness fluttering in your voice.

He beckons over one of the workers, whispers something in his ear and then the worker runs off. “They’re still in the very first phase, so I’ll only give you a little bit.” He explains waiting for the worker to return. “While we wait, tell me, what are you doing here?” He asks, pulling your thigh over his.

Your breath hitches at just how warm his body truly is. Sure the sun is scorching down on you but his heat felt so sensual. He feels so painfully smooth like a cherry on an ice-cold night. “Graduation party, straight A’s,” you wink at him, glancing over to the sight of your partying friends.

Steve’s eyes sparkle with mischief, “I’m guessing you didn’t exactly earn any of them.” It’s more of a statement than a question. How dare he assume like that? He’s not wrong though and the fact that he seems to already know you and your antics like the back of your hand.

You smirk, leaning closer to him, right at the point that your nipples rub against his chest. “Oh but I worked so very hard,” you tease him, your breath is icy cold against his hot skin. He growls, his large hand slithers down and wraps around your ass. He gives a good squeeze, causing you to yelp.

Then appears the worker again. You watch as he opens a glass vile with a blue liquid. He pours the slightest bit into your cocktail, letting the blue yang right atop the orange liquid. The man then quickly leaves. “Drink up baby girl,” he whispers in your ear.

He takes the cocktail from your hands and pours it down your throat. There is a very dangerous gleam in his eye. One that you can tell is concocting future plans of pure evil intend. That doesn’t cause you to back away. No, it brings heat between your legs and butterflies over your core.

It takes a moment, the last moment you had before your life would change for good. You’re wet, the drug causes a sudden and extreme pleasure to overcome you. All for the man in front of you. He looked good before but now-. Now he looked ravishing. You wanted him deep, deep inside you. For him to tear you open and use you like a rag-doll.He could tell, the leg you’re resting on is slick with your juices. His pants grew much too tight for him. He knows he must get you out of here soon. Steve could see the animalistic need grow in your eyes. Already you’re grinding yourself against his thigh. Your body begs for any form of possible friction.

You leave the cocktail mid-air and grab onto the man in front of you’s face. Your lips press tightly against his, just as tight as your legs do around his waist. You moan against his lips, swiping your tongue against Steve’s plump mouth. His entrance opens for you to explore, and you do.Your grinding grows more urgent, more frantic. Moan escape your mouth and slip into his. However, neither of you were fish and needed air. As you escape a, “Fuck, little girl,” You can feel his dick grow big and hard against your body. At the feeling, you grow even wetter. Your pussy is needy and throbbing all just for him.

Yet before you can continue to hump yourself against him, he grabs your thighs and stands up. You shriek, however it is overshadowed by your desperate want. Your mouth latches onto his neck, right below his jaw. You lick and suck on the tendons and thick veins.

“Where are you taking me?” You don’t really care, right now he could throw into a volcano, as long as you got to have him first. “I’m taking you somewhere where I can put that pretty mouth to good use.” He groans out, his hips buckling ever so slightly against your skin.

Your bikini is very small and he could smell the arousal pouring from you. His words light your body on fire. You barely notice as your back hits the soft bed. All you notice is Steve’s voice, “On your knees. Now.” it takes everything in him not to do it by himself.

He considers it, seeing you crawl over to where he’s standing. Getting off the bed and onto your knees. From this angle, he can see perfectly down your bikini top. At those plump round breasts that now press against his knees. He pulls down his swim shorts.

You gasp, he’s huge. He had only given you a little bit of N-40, plus it was very much not complete yet. Therefore you still have a lot of tease left in you. At first, the drug made your needs so urgent. Though now, you could enjoy teasing him. It is one of your favourite past times. Watching men writhe under your body and beg for something, anything.

Some people thought you were sadistic like that. You don’t care, anything to give you the rush. The rush you feel now. You take his big cock, so delicately. Your pink tongue gives small licks against his red and bursting tip. Lapping up the pre-cum that you’ve caused.

Steve does not like this. Things aren’t happening fast enough for his liking. He might take months to perfect his chemicals but he does not have months for this. No- he wants to mouth fuck you now. He growls again, taking a fistful of your hair and pushing his entire monster cock into your little mouth.

Tears form around your eyes and you gag violently. He doesn’t care. He will do anything to get what he wants. He grabs your head once more and thrusts. You groan out but he doesn’t stop. He does it again and again. Loving the feeling of your mouth around his dick.

“Work that pretty mouth sweet cheeks. Or else I’ll be doing a lot worse than this.” He threatens you, others would feel scared and even start shaking. Not you, this only turns you on more. With great effort, you start sucking. Using your mouth muscles to hollow out a spot for him.

He moans at the action, throwing his head back and gripping your hair tighter. “So good for daddy,” he mumbles out, cherishing this perfect feeling. You continue your work, taking as much as you can deep into his mouth. Tears fill your eyes and you can barely see.

You don’t need to see to relish his cock. Yet still, you look up, to see his face as you suck him off. That is what does it for Steve. Seeing the want, desire and submission in those watery eyes. “Oh god- I’m gonna cum and you’re gonna drink it up like a good little girl.“

You moan as your only response. Your tongue swirling around him, putting more focus on the sensitive tip. You can feel him growing tighter. His veins popping and his girth and length increasing even more. The vibration your mouth makes sends him tumbling.

White-hot seed fills your mouth. Already you start swallowing, hoping to make him happy and show you enjoyed all of him. You revel in the taste of his salty-sweet pleasure. And as he pulls from your mouth, still semi-hard, you open up to show your hard work.

He gives a wild smirk, sin dancing in his eyes. “Oh, I’m gonna have that dainty mouth of yours screaming my name.” He says, his voice husky with lust and devilry. “And what might that be?” You ask, only now realising that you don’t know.

“Steve. Steve Abnesti. But you may call me daddy.”

#steve abnesti #steve abnesti x reader #chris hemsworth #spiderhead #netflix #spiderhead netflix #smut

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aggressivelyaverage21 · 4 months

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Chapter 3: The Amber Price of Whiskey

She's a badass, she's a lightweight

.... enter one Ava Silva

“Do you have a mirror under there? This is some Vegas magician shit you’re pulling.”

Suzanne peered out the screen door to the patio, where Mary and Shannon sat across from each other, evidently playing cards. A modest pile of beer bottles collected to their left. Mary slammed her cards down on the table.

“I’m just good!” Shannon, tall, fair, and smiling, laid her cards face down onto the table and leaned in with a smile.

Mary huffed and picked up her cards. “Chief? That you in there? Shannon’s cheating at cards again.” She turned back to Shannon. “And what am I, ‘o for seven, ‘o for eighteen now?”

“Stop cheating, Shannon,” called Superion.

“The next time I win, you’re cleaning the fucking toilet is what you’re doing,” Mary muttered.

Just then, a door closed somewhere in the house. Rather than Beatrice, Lilith walked into the kitchen. Lilith was tall and stern, with distinctive cheekbones and a delicate bone structure. It was modelesque in a way that could be intimidating. This wasn’t helped by the most severe case of resting bitch face Suzanne had ever seen—outside of her own, of course.

Lilith greeted her with a nod before opening the fridge. What she was looking for, Superion didn’t know; it was empty but for a beer called Alhambra when she’d just grabbed the water bottle.

Lilith closed the fridge, beer in hand. She nodded towards the whiskey. “I don’t know how you can stand that with no ice.”

“ This is for cooling off,” Superion held up the water. She held up her whiskey in the other, nodded toward it. “This is not.”

“Just drink beer like the rest of us, Chief, and you’ll get both at the same time,” Miguel said, sliding onto the stool next to Superion. He held out his hand toward Lilith and she obliged, tossing a beer across the kitchen. He caught it easily.

“Mmm. But then I’ll have to look like you.”

Just then, Beatrice walked through the living room and into the dining area. She’d caught the tail end of the conversion, so at face value, this was a wild thing to say. Miguel wasn’t Beatrice’s type, but she had eyes. The guy was fit, and not un attractive.

But you know what? Somehow that made it even funnier.

Beatrice continued into the kitchen comfortably, eyes settling on the beat-up yellow YETI cooler at Superion’s feet. On top, it had a dirty piece of duct tape labeled CANTINA in thick sharpie marker. Beatrice grimaced, amused. Almost every unit she’d deployed with had something similar, though the YETI was a step up from the beat up old Igloo held together by duct tape and dreams they’d had in Syria.

Miguel raised his head to look at Beatrice. “And you must be our little Sparrow.”

Mary leaned her chair back to more clearly see from the backyard into the apartment, hand over her brow to shade her eyes. “Hey, if you’re here to fix the air conditioner, it’s right around the corner. Thank you very much. Thank you for your service.”

Ah, ball busting, a tradition as integral to this job as much as any other. Beatrice ignored her and leaned on the back of the sofa. She did, however, fight a smile when she heard a thud followed by a whispered “ What ? I was just fucking with her.”

Superion set down her whisky glass and cleared her throat. “I’ll introduce you to everyone. That out there is my QRF team lead, Shannon. That across from her is Shotgun Mary.” She gestured to the shirtless blond to her right, then to the woman cracking a beer open by slamming it against the counter. “This is Miguel, and that’s Lilith.”

“We’ve met,” said Beatrice to Lilith. She offered a respectful nod toward the fellow Marine. Former Marine? Beatrice never could tell; some people said you could never be a former Marine. Beatrice tended to agree. “Villaumbrosia.”

They’d worked together a couple of times in Kuwait. Lilith was precise, meticulous, and to the point. A bit more abrasive than Beatrice usually preferred in her coworkers, but trustworthy and reliable overall. Lilith returned the nod. “Kline.”

The door shut, and everyone turned to see a short-haired brunette kick off her shoes, grocery bags in hand. “And I’m Camila”

Lilith set her beer down to help Camila with the grocery bags. Mary opened the screen door and came inside, moving counterclockwise around the kitchen bar and gathered crew to get to the fridge.

“Why Shotgun Mary?”

“Take a guess.” Snarky, but alright. Beatrice had earned that. Also, if it was anything like the other nicknames or callsigns, it was probably something incredibly stupid.

“Beatrice, can I get you a beer?” Superion stood and made like she was moving toward the kitchen.

“Just water, please.”

“Water,” sniggered Mary, not enough under her breath to not be a goad. Despite her protests, Camila sent a water bottle Beatrice’s way via air mail. It only narrowly missed Superion as she ducked out of the way.

Much to Beatrice’s relief, she didn’t bobble the bottle at all as she pulled it from the air, smoothly twisting the cap off as she raised it to her lips. Yikes. It was never a good sign when water tasted sweet. She should probably get on the hydration train fairly soon or she would be regretting it tomorrow, drinking today or not. “When do we start?”

“His family keeps an apartment here,” Superion answered, idly twisting her back as she moved around. Beatrice didn’t blame her—she felt stiff from the plane ride too—but each twitch as Suzanne subtly stretched a certain spot implied the woman had an old injury. “We have eyes on it. When she moves, we move.”

“And where does he stay?” Beatrice obviously had said she didn’t have a problem using this woman to get to her father, but it would be infinitely easier if she could just access the target with little to no fuss.

“That’s the million dollar question you’re here to answer.” The reply was provided with some satisfaction, like Superion was sure that she’d made the right choice with Beatrice.

Just then, Mary walked up to Beatrice, face smiling—practically a picture of compassion.

“Let’s see that,” Mary chided, taking the open water bottle directly from Beatrice’s hand and slamming a beer in its place. She looked Beatrice in the eye, set a hand on her shoulder. “I don’t trust anyone who doesn’t doesn’t get drunk with me. Bottoms up, Babygirl.”

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#warrior nun #sister beatrice #save warrior nun #wn #sister shannon #beatrice no last name #shannon masters #shotgun mary #sister lilith #avatrice #mary delacroix #la samba del diablo #fic: la samba del diablo #special ops: lioness au

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mako-mermaids2021 · 6 months

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A half finished oneshot I’ll prob never finish.

“Rita!”

Nerissa spotted Weilan who sat hidden on the floor in front of the grotto entrance, practically shoving her face with instant noodles clearly listening in on the argument she seemed to have walked in on.

“They’ve been going at it all afternoon since she got back from work, Veridia was waiting upstairs.” The teen offered as an explanation, Nerissa nodded her head and stood awkwardly, not sure if she should make her way back the way she came or interrupt to get to the room Rita was letting her stay in. Seeming having caught on to her thoughts, Weilan quickly shook her head and patted the spot next to her on the floor. Before Nerissa was able to make a move the argument continued.

“No Veridia! You can’t just show up and expect me to apologize for something I really don’t think I need to.”

“You left me for that land boy!”

“I was banished before I fell in love with him! Yes, I had feelings beforehand but you have no right to get upset! If you truly did love me or do as you claim to, maybe you should have said something instead of reporting me to your mother!” Nerissa and Weilan’s eyebrows shot up almost in unison. It was obvious there was tension between Rita ad Veridia to almost everyone but the information that was just said came as a surprise. Veridia was the one who reported Rita?

“I thought you would’ve make a different choice at the time. Chose me and the pod over him!” Veridia’s voice was uncharacteristically desperate but whatever she was going top say was cut off with a rather cold laugh.

“Seriously! You really thought I would choose a pod who barely even liked me over someone I could have had a happy life with?! Veridia do you hear yourself! No, you know what? I’m done.”

“Rita-“

“No! You have no right to show up out of nowhere tell me you love me and think I would choose a place that made me miserable over someone that made me happy. I’m done.”

“Where are you going? Rita!” A door slam was the next thing anyone heard. Footsteps began to make there way towards Weilan and Nerissa, who found herself sitting on the floor at some point, and turned invisible at a speed like never before as Veridia unknowingly stormed pass them and into the grotto pool.

“Well. That was fun.” Nerissa simply blinked at the teen.

——

The first thing Nerissa noticed was the strong smell of alcohol coming from her. The second thing was that is was 3:13 in the morning, Weilan attempted to stay up and wait for Rita to get home but Nerissa convinced her to go to sleep and that she would wait although she was 80 percent sure that the teen was in fact still awake.

“Rita”

Rita scowled at her and stubbled her way past Nerissa without another glance and into to the kitchen with the brunette following. Sometimes Rita questioned her decision to let them stay in her home. Especially in moments like this where she really just wanted o finish the Vodka bottle and maybe if she was lucky she could pour some whisky into the coffee she was determined to get

She unceremoniously put the bags on the counter and pulled the whiskey from her cabinet, took off the top to her coffee and poured both drinks into a larger then necessary mug.

“Rita” Nerissa tried again to get her attention and snatched the mug out of her hands.

“What” Rita snapped at her reaching for the mug that was sadly kept out her reach. Why the hell was she so short. She cursed to herself as Nerissa used there height differences to her advantage. “I think you’ve had enough. You should get to bed.”

Christ could this woman get anymore annoying? If she spoke once more Rita considered smashing her head into the wall.

“You have no right to decide when I get to bed Nerissa.” Her name was said in a mocking tone which she ignored. “Its three in the morning.”

“And? Is that supposed to mean something to me?”

“It means you should get to bed.”

“Its a Saturday. I have every reason not to.” Rita attempted once more to reach for the mug but gave up when Nerissa placed it on the other side of the kitchen. Bitch.

“Fine” With a glare Rita pushed her way up the stairs to her room. Although those stairs where making the couch look rather comfy. Once Nerissa appeared behind her though the couch lost its comfiness a d she reluctantly accepted the help to her room.

“I don’t like you.” Nerissa gave no reaction, she knew that. For what reason? She had not clue. But she already knew that information. Rita sat on her bed at stared at Nerissa who placed a glass of water on the nightstand.

#I’m back on my bullsh!t #Posting half finished work #oh well #mako mermaids #rita santos

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dayax19 · 2 years

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Alguna vez dibujaste al Protoman de capote y traje de los mangas de Ariga (Megamix y Gigamix)? 👀

Me tardé porque lo estaba haciendo ahorita we

Ahí un garabato más o menos ¿Que dicen? Hace tiempo que no dibujo en lápiz

Bien blanco y negro, bien clásico, también tomando whisky (porque yo escucho mucho un mix de música que se llama "whiskey blues", así que es más como una referencia. No me gusta el whisky, ni bebidas en general así.

Ahí dice en la parte donde está fumando que "le da estilo", pero no es por eso, es porque ví esta imagen que ví en face xd

Jjsjsjsj no fumen por favor, que les puede dar estilo en los pulmones (-̩̩̩-̩̩̩-̩̩̩-̩̩̩-̩̩̩___-̩̩̩-̩̩̩-̩̩̩-̩̩̩-̩̩̩)

Ya dejé de "matar tigre", así que volveré a dibujar y publicar pronto, nomás esperen a que se me pase el dolor de espalda.

#a hueso que cuestion :u #cuestiones muy cuestionables #fanart #my art #protoman #blues light

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junosbugs · 10 months

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fireside

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kyle “gaz” garrick

warnings: alcohol ???

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Dan was sick. Not sure if it was contagious or not, Iris offered to take over his side of the bar. Tuesdays were slow anyway.

By now, three weeks had passed since her first two, since she had met Kyle, or Gaz. Still unsure what his real name was. That didn’t mean she saw him any less. Every so often he would come in and sit at the same booth in the back of the room, located in a dusty corner, away from the music, from the people. Sometimes he would come with his entire group of what you assumed were friends. Sometimes he came with new people. But he was never alone.

“Could I get an order of chips, doll?” A voice came from the side of the bar, a man with a full head of hair, slim, but old, held up his card which was delicately placed in between his fingers.

“Ya, let me go put your order in. Would you like me to open up a tab?” Iris strode over to the man, writing down the order onto a notepad. It wasn’t necessary at all, it was just fries, but she wanted to. Enjoyed the formality of the rules.

“No need, dollface.”

Iris could only let out a huffed chuckle.

“One order of fries!” She yelled into the kitchen window, sliding over the now ripped out page from her notepad that only held the words ‘one plate of fries.’

Dollface. Pet names were odd. Some days it made Iris hurl in disgust. Other days it made her want to curl up on the tacky wooden tiles, wishing she had her father to whisper them in her ear again on a summer day.

Dollface was new, but it didn’t remind her of her dad.

Iris took the card from the man's hand, handing him the receipt when she was done. She was quick.

Just then, a creak followed the opening of the front door. In came that same group of four men. The Scottish man, who Iris had learned was named after a cleansing product, came walking in first sending a small wave in her direction, slowly making his way up to the edge of the bar. Behind him walked Ghost, the man with the mask directing himself to the same booth they always went to; Kyle and the other man, Price, followed.

“Alright bonnie, how are ya?” Soap spoke, leaning his forearms on the table in front of him.

“Good,” Iris stated simply.

“Here are those fries you asked for.” The man behind the kitchen window said as he placed the plate down.

“Thanks Benny,” Iris called into the window, grabbing the plate on the sill. She looked back at Soap while walking up to the slim man seated and waiting patiently. “Can I get you boys anything?” She said, placing the plate down.

"Just a couple o' whiskies fer the lads. And hey, maybe an espresso martini fer the wee fella, eh?" Soap leaned forward, not exactly whispering his last sentence. Iris laughed, shaking her head.

‘Sorry Soap, but not today. Dan’s not here, so it’s just me. Maybe another time.” Iris said, grabbing a bottle of whiskey and four glasses underneath her.

"He won't admit it tae ye noo, bon, but he did like it." Soap added in a hushed tone.

Iris smiled, placing the full glasses of whiskey on a tray, “Of course he did,” she stated matter of factly, sliding over the tray to the Scottish man in front of her.

‘Open a tab fer me, Bonnie?” Soap questioned grabbing the trays in front of him.

“Will d. Enjoy the rest of your night.”

As Soap made his way back to the booth, Iris stole a quick glance in his direction. Her eyes locked on Kyle’s as a smile graced his lips in acknowledgement. She smiled back, turning to another customer.

The rest of the night went smoothly, Iris fighting her urges to glance back at their booth. But maybe she just wasn't fit for it. With every glance, she was left with a pit of disappointment in her stomach, the four men were deep in work, papers and folders scattered around, their glasses empty now. Iris wondered if it would be okay for her to go back there and ask about a refill, but she felt she would be interrupting something.

Iris wasn’t a people pleaser per say. But working the job that she did, she learned that when people like you, they treat you human; most of the time, they did give nice tips.

The clock now read 11, almost 12, which was closing. Iris couldn’t say her legs ached, but the dull feeling that laid heavy in her heels slowled her movements. She couldn’t wait until she was home, laying in her creaky bed. Even with the growing feel of uncomfort, a smile still danced on her lips for the remainder of the customer.

Slowly, she started to tidy up behind the bar, knowing the kitchen was already clean. She had the fortunate opportunity to say no to any customers wanting food, having to deal with the mumbling spells of irritations escaping their lips. All she could give was a smile, their tab, and a wishing them a safe rest of their night.

‘Thirty more minutes,’ she thought, tilting her head, holding back a silent groan that rumbled in her throat. The only people left lingering were two older men playing a game of cards on a table with almost empty beers in their hands, and the four men hiding in the back of the bar in their designated booth. The four of them were still locked in a deep and tense conversation. Again, she fought the urge to walk over to them, to say something, anything.

Iris wasn’t sure where the desire to disturb them came from. Never had she had the urge to interrupt a customer, interject in their company, insist for their attention; but they were not ordinary customers. They weren’t regulars either, but she had a pitiful feeling dancing around her stomach that pulled whenever she looked in their direction that grew when he never glanced back.

11:42

The bar was clean, she wasn’t serving anymore and didn’t expect herself to serve if someone asked. She was done for the night. The kitchen was clean and empty, Sherry's office standing still with the lights off; she knew she would be closing tonight.

She strode up to the two men, still immersed in the game in front of them. “Alright boys, sorry to interrupt but I believe it's time for me to close up.” She smiled tightly, hand inching towards what were presumably empty beer bottles. But the man to her right snatched the bottle away before her finger tips could touch the cool glass.

“We ain't done yet, pretty face.” He grumbled, not looking away from his card. The man across from him tossed a card into the pile in front of him, disregarding Iris’s presence once.

Iris smiled at the two men, not caring if they weren’t looking. She had to act the part, right? She couldn’t afford pissing two grown men off, especially when closing on her own.

Turning back, she prepared the tabs for the two parties, hoping it would move time quicker for her. Before she could make her way towards the booth hidden in the corner, a tray full of empty glasses was placed gently on the counter.

Price stood in front of her, pulling out his wallet from his large camel-colored jacket. This time she didn’t fight any urge, glancing back at the booth, watching how the other three men fumbled out of the booth while organizing the papers in front of them.

“Her, to close the tab.” Price’s gruff voice came out with narrow eyes facing Iris, silently watching her take the card he placed on the bar counter. With a simple nod, Iris got ready to close off the tab and send the four men home. Her eyes glanced back at the two men still stuck in their game. Her eyes lingered on them for a bit before a sigh escaped her lips, shaking her head in frustration. She looked up at the clock placed over Prices’ head.

11:58

Handing over the receipt to the older man, Iris mumbled a somewhat cordial farewell before grabbing the last tab for the night, long strides headed in the direction of the two men. She placed the tab in front of them.

“I am very sorry, however we are closing in three minutes. Could I take your bottles?” Iris spoke with a tight smile. Really she just wanted to cry. She never liked difficult customers, but she didn’t like being rude to them. Not that they didn’t deserve it. There were too many consequences when being rude and Iris struggled to avoid them. So she simply placed it nicely.

“In a minute.” One of the gruffed. A cry almost escaped her lips. Her legs ached now, that dull feeling only growing. It was dark out, and she never enjoyed closing during a weekday.

“I'm sorry sir, but there are only two minutes left till closing. I would greatly appreciate it if you at least let me take your bottle.” Sincerity wrapped around her voice. Maybe a little bit of desperation too. She didn’t try to hide it either.

Profanities lodged in her throat. She smiled tightly, nodded and stepped away from the table, maybe to stop herself from knocking it over. Could she knock it over?

With quick steps, she made her way over to the booth in the corner, maybe to waste time till closing, or maybe it was to finally interrupt the game they were playing and finally push them out the door.

She looked over at the booth. It was clean. The three of them lingered around the table, putting their jackets on. Iris grabbed the rag that was hidden inside the small pocket of her apron and began wiping down the already clean table.

Would she have to call the cops to get them to leave? Certainly not, but maybe just an implication of a phone call would work, hopefully scare them off.

A familiar Scottish voice interrupted her train of thought, locking her out of her of the conversation playing in her head.

“Need a ride, bonnie?” Soap asked from the side, Price now joining.

Iris just shook her head, “It’s fine, I have to wait for those two to leave and I fear they might overstay their welcome.” Nodding over in the direction of the now irritating men still playing their game.

In a moment of despair and frustration, Iris groaned in annoyance tilting her head slightly to the side, which only reminded her how exhausted she was.

“What could they be playing, for fucks sake.” This earned a chuckle from the four brooding and tall men.

12:00

Iris took a deep breath in, ready to tell the two it was time to wrap up, this time with more vigor. Why did Iris hesitate? Just yell at them already.

“Oi! Bars closed! Go home.” Kyle bellowed towards the men as they made their way out the door.

“Another minute won’t hurt.” One of them waved him off. Kyle walked up with Iris as they made their way towards the table. Ghost, Price, and Soap lingered by the door, watching silently.

“Oi lads, just go home, it’s late. I am pretty sure we could all use a good night's rest.” Kyle groaned, leaning his palms at the edge of their table now. Iris lingered behind, not wanting to interfere till they got up. In all honesty, she couldn’t find herself interacting with the two men without fighting back the urge to spew irritated insults at them.

Placing the cards down on the table, one of them locked eyes with Kyle, “And what? You’ll call the police?”

Kyle shuffled a bit in front of Iris. Moving his coat jacket a bit, she wasn’t sure what was happening, blinded by the backside of his body. Whatever was shown was enough for them to get up quickly. A stifled laugh escaped Soap which Iris was sure she imagined.

The men grabbed their cards, stacking them and shoving them into their pockets. Leaving a few twenty dollar bills on the table, they made a beeline for the door, not sparing a second glance at the four intimidating men.

Iris let out an exhale of relief. Reaching over to grab the empty beer bottles, she quickly wiped down the table with the rag in her free hand. Nudging Kyle with the back of her occupied hand, she breathed out, “I could use you for the closing shift more often.”

Only thing that escaped his lips was a small chuckle, followed by Price’s voice, “You sure you don’t need a ride home, dear?”

Iris tossed out the beer bottles and smiled up at the men still hovering by the door, Ghost's hand resting on the knob. “I’ll be fine, no need to worry. Enjoy the rest of your night.” She collected the trash, and grabbed her bag from under the counter. Kyle looked back at the three men that slowly made their way out of the bar.

You guys go ahead,” was all he said before the creaking of the door began singing its song as they left one by one.

“Let me walk you home.” He shifted his body towards the girl behind the counter, buttoning up her jacket.

“It’s okay, really. Go home.”

“Please,” Kyle dragged out.

Iris leaned over and picked up the trash bag near her, opening her mouth to say something.

“Dont, ‘Maybe another time’ me.” The man interjected, quickly leaning over to grab the trash bag secured in her hands. She smelled his cologne. A girl like her wasn’t well versed with the scents of a man, but she knew he smelled warm. She fought with herself again, knowing she lost already.

Her grip around the trash bag loosened, letting Kyle relieve the weight on her fingers.

“Okay,”

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amor vadio

um botequim, cachaça e maconha na rua um falso amigo que não deixou saudades o letreiro da porta de uma boate em botafogo minha cabeça pegando fogo antes da entrada já dentro da boate, ácido debaixo da língua whisky, luzes, música, carteira aberta cartão de crédito, uma nota enrolada e farinha

na segunda dose de whisky você surgiu pra mim instantes estroboscópicos revelaram teu rosto me aproximei, me apresentei, me apaixonei trocamos algumas palavras e um beijo te roubei apesar de toda loucura ainda me lembro você segurava um copo gelado de cerveja ainda posso sentir suas mãos geladas enquanto seus lábios quentes me beijavam

não sei se foi alucinação das drogas, se foi ilusão não sei realmente o que houve com você

na outra semana nos amamos como dois cachorros estacionados na calçada de uma rua de ipanema chovia violentamente no para-brisa do carro lembra daquele carro? aquele mesmo no qual quase perdi as minhas duas pernas depois de beijar o muro de uma garagem depois de perder o traçado molhado daquela curva voltando da mesma boate sozinho depois de você dizer não querer mais me ver

mas enfim, enquanto chovia éramos dois surdos suas mãos em meu peito, você no meu colo subia, descia, me beijava, suspirava e gemia eu também suspirava e te beijava colocava a língua dentro do teu ouvido e o mundo podia acabar e o tempo parar pra sempre nos instantes que te ouvia gemendo e implorando pra eu gozar e atendendo o pedido gozei você por dentro

não sei se foi alucinação das drogas, se foi ilusão não sei realmente o que há com você

quando volta escrevendo um monte de bobagens me deixando extremamente excitado por ter me negado e agora querendo mais o gosto de ter sido rejeitado e agora desejado me arrepia o corpo todo enquanto escrevo quando você deitou no banco de trás na lagoa me pedindo pra meter com força no estacionamento três horas da tarde e a gente fodia sem parar como um casal canino vadio em pleno cio

sigo sozinho juntando as memórias auditivas porque o tato, o olfato e o paladar se apagaram mas as palavras que você disse têm vida própria e vêm me assombrando e fazendo companhia nunca conheci uma bandida tão doce como você me tortura, me flagela e fica rindo de longe se eu pudesse voar eu ia até aí te raptar eternizar nossa estória de amor mal resolvido

não foi a onda das drogas, nem foi ilusão eu sei exatamente o que há com você em uma noite qualquer nos resolvemos nela certamente talvez nós dois morreremos como dois cães vadios no cio de tanto fuder

rio de janeiro, 3O de outubro de 2O21.

wanton love

a tavern, white lightning and marijuana on the street a fake friend who you didnt miss the door sign of a nightclub in botafogo my head on fire before the entrance already inside the club, acid under the tongue whiskey, lights, music, open wallet credit card, a rolled-up note and flour

in the second shot of whiskey you came to me stroboscopic moments revealed your face i approached, introduced myself, fell in love we exchanged a few words and i stole a kiss from you despite all the madness i still remember you were helding a cold plastic cup of beer i can still feel your cold hands while your warm lips kissed me

i dont know if it was a drug hallucination, if it was an illusion i dont really know what happened to you

the other week we loved each other like two dogs we parked on the sidewalk of a street in ipanema was raining violently on the windshield of the car remember that car? the same one in which i almost lost both my legs after kissing a garage wall after missing the wet track of that curve returning from the same nightclub alone after you said you didnt want to see me anymore

but while it was raining we were both deaf your hands on my chest, you on my lap you went up, down, kissed me, sighed and groaned i also sighed and kissed you i put my tongue inside your ear and the world could end and time stop forever in the moments that i was lstening to you moaning and begging me to cum and answering the request, i enjoyed you inside

i dont know if it was a drug hallucination, if it was an illusion i dont really know whats up with you

when you come back writing a bunch of nonsense making me extremely excited for having denied me and now wanting more the taste of having been rejected and now desired i get chills all over as i write when you lay in the backseat by the pond asking me to put it inside hard in the parking lot three oclock in the afternoon and we fucked nonstop like a stray canine couple in full heat

because the touch, the smell and the taste are extinguished but the words you said have a life of their own and come haunting me and keeping me company never met a thug as sweet as you tortures me, flagellates me and laughs from afar if i could fly i would go there and kidnap you immortalize our unresolved love story

it wasnt the drug wave, nor was it an illusion i know exactly whats up with you in any night we resolve ourselves on this night surely maybe we both will die like two wanton dogs in heat from so much fucking

rio de janeiro, 3rd october 2O21.

#poesia #poetry

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