Ambivalent [JackalxReaders]

Flirt [Biker!JackalxReader]

 For you, there is nowhere you would rather be than here on the back of a motorcycle, flying down the highway at incredible speeds. The familiar rumble of the motorcycle, the smell of leather jackets and cologne, the way the cold wind bites familiarly at your skin and leaves your hair flowing behind you in [hair colour] waves have become an inseparable part of you—things so deeply ingrained into your being that you can't go a day without them. The adrenaline that rushes through your body as you ride is your drug; the metal contraption your dealer. The fact that it's so dangerous only adds to the thrill of the act.

Grinning from ear to ear, you lean forward into the figure in front of you. "Jackal, can we stop at the diner?" You half yell over the wind and the bike. He doesn't answer, simply manoeuvres the bike into the next lane and continues on his way. Looking back you watch as the others easily replicate the action. A few cheers reach your ears as they realise where you're headed and you feel him chuckle in response, although the it's impossible they could hear. They remind you of a wolf pack sometimes, with your man as their alpha. The few cars that litter the road stay out of the way, but not out of fear. Although you've been in trouble with the police a few times for racing through the streets, you guys aren't that bad. Just because you're bikers doesn't mean that you're into drugs and other illegal activities.

You pull into the small parking lot first, followed by the few others who accompanied you today. Pulling your leg back over the seat, you pull of your helmet and shake your hair out, running your hands through it for good measure before turning back towards him. He swings over the motorcycle with ease, kicking the stand out before pulling off his own helmet. Your fingers itch to run through his hair as he does, untangling the honey brown strands. He turns around and smirks at you as you wait for the others to dismount, pulling you into a kiss that makes you weak in the knees. After someone—you don't know who—clears their throat, and a glare gets sent their way, you reluctantly pull away, remaining close to his chest.

You make your way into the diner and chuckle at the reactions of the occupants. Most of the female staff, and the few girls from the local high school become silent before sharing looks and gossiping under their breath. A few smirk and bat their eyelashes at Jackal; not surprisingly he winks back with a signature smirk. You smack his arm playfully and wrap your hand around his leather-covered wrist before walking over towards your usual booth. Your comrades go their separate ways—some joining a few of the local girls at their tables, others coming to rest in their own booths. Jackal pulls you into his side and places an arm around your shoulder, causing you to breathe in deeply and drown in his scent before beckoning the staff towards your table.

They bicker amongst themselves for a short while before a leggy blonde waitress saunters towards you. She bats her eyelashes at Jackal and nibbles on the tip of her pen. "Have you decided what you'd like, sir?" She asks coyly. You inwardly shudder; she must be new to town.

"I think so," he replies, raking his eyes up and down her body obviously before reading her name tag, "I'll try you out...Peggy." She lets out a high-pitched giggle and you scowl, pinching Jackals leg. His eyes flicker towards you and he shrugs. You aren't impressed. "Large fries and a cola," he states, looking up at her with a smirk. She writes it down quickly, and reluctantly looks at you.

Disdain is clearly evident on her face. "And what will your sister have?" Your mouth falls open in outrage as she smirks at you, rage causing your face to flush bright red.

You're about to tell her exactly what you think of her when Jackal interrupts, "she'll have a [favourite drink]." She bats her eyelashes a few times for good measure as she writes it down and walks back towards the kitchens, her hips swaying 'seductively'.

You turn towards Jackal and he cracks up laughing, slapping his knee with his free hand, "oh god," he manages between laughter, "that was hilarious! You should have seen your face!" Scowling, you push his arm off your shoulder and cross your own. The fact that she had the nerve to say such a thing, when it was clearly obvious that was not the situation, made you angry enough. But, the fact that he didn't deny it and was now laughing about it made you furious; and, frankly, a bit hurt. Once he calms down from his laughing fit, he turns towards you and notices your expression. You don't meet his gaze, instead you keep it firmly on the salt and pepper shakers on the table. "[your name]," he drawls, pulling you back towards him, "it was a joke." You don't say anything, but lean back into him with a frown on your face. You know this is his nature; he is by definition a flirt, and he's damn smug about it too, but sometimes he goes too far.

You don't speak for the next fifteen minutes, you just sit there beside him, your gaze now focused out the far window, which suddenly became interesting when he moved the salt and pepper shakers. "They'll burst into flames if you keep starin' at em' like that," he said.

He looks up when the same waitress—Peggy, you spit mentally—sashays back towards the table with a tray of food and drink. "Here you go," she pipes cheerfully, placing the chips and cola in front of him before turning towards you and placing your drink accordingly. "Sir, I was wondering," she purrs, biting her lip in a way that is meant to be sexy before continuing, "are you free Friday night?" You tense and decide you've had enough. You're about to get up and leave when

Jackal places a hand on your thigh, and presses down, signalling for you to stay. "Sorry, darl," he says with a smirk, watching as her face falls,"I'm taking my girl out dancing this week." He pulls you closer as he speaks, once again placing an arm around your shoulder.

The expression on her face is priceless; it's a mix of rage, jealousy, and embarrassment. Obviously, Peggy isn't so used to being turned down. She opens her mouth a few times, as if to speak (which reminds you distinctly of a fish) before glaring at you and turning a way with a humph. You positively beam, snuggling deeper into Jackal's side and resting your hand on his chest. "Thank you," you whisper in his ear before kissing him softly.

He grins into the kiss before pulling back and taking a sip of his drink, "only you, babe." The words make you grin even more and you kiss him once more before grabbing your own. You don't have to worry about anything.