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hotxcheeto · 2 years

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Could you do a f/r where it’s enemies to lovers smut with Ellie,Abby or both

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𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜(𝙨) - Ellie Williams x Fem!Reader x Abby Anderson

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 - Cursing, porn with some plot, vaginal fingering ( r! receiving ), oral sex ( r! receiving ), nipple play, slight degradation kink, teasing, hickeys, arguing, mean names ( abby calling reader dumb ), very tiny angst if you squint, fluff, kissing, make-outs, runner attacks reader, hypothermia, mentions of injury ( no blood ), nudity, dom!ellie, dom!abby, bottom!reader

𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 ? - Yeah/Nope/i mean i tried

𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 - well this was something, i cannot read it again it might drive me crazy loved the rq also went overboard but that's just my usual. thank you darling!! <333

reblogs are EXTREMELY appreciated ( i'm in my flop era lmaooo )

You were nearly asleep, waiting beside Abby for nearly a half hour. Ellie still nowhere to be found for patrols, but nonetheless here you both sat after you insisted on waiting for her.

Every so often Abby would glance over at your form sitting slouched against the bench with your hands in your lap. Eyes softly closed and head tilted towards her while you slowly fell back to the darkness your alarm clock and shaken you from earlier.

Your quiet breathing buffing out, visible from the cold.

If you weren't such a brat, she might've thought it was cute.

"You up?" "Hm?" You picked your head up, looking at her with sleepy eyes. "What?" "I'm ready to go." You looked around, rubbing your aching neck as if it was yelling at you for the way you had been laying.

"She's still not here?" "Yeah and I'm not walking all the way down to her stupid shed." "What are you, five?" You huffed, rolling your eyes before standing up.

"It's cold. I'm not waiting anymore." "Abby..." Abby rubbed her temples before shrugging. "Let's go, I'm not gonna wait every time for her because she cares more about her pillow." You huffed but followed after the girl, snow crunching beneath your boots.

"Get your horse." "Stop with the tone, I was on time thank you." Abby rolled her eyes.

"Don't even start."

Both of you walked a little to the stables you'd been sitting beside. Hoping Ellie would come here after realizing that she had woken up late. As much as she drove you crazy, she was your partner.

Abby then practically ripped open the door to the stall, bringing her horse out while you did the same walking beside her to the gate.

The crunching of snow underneath your boots was what you focused on. Satisfying you with every step leaving you unaware of Abby's lingering stare.

"Y'know, it's unsafe to look down when walking." "Seriously?" You looked up at her, giving her a strange expression making her laugh. "You could run into things, I'm looking out for your safety." "Oh fuck you, you just like ripping on me." Your tone was teasing but the way her eyes darkened made you nervous, smile fading slightly.

"Or maybe I don't want that pretty face getting ruined by walking into a pole. You might be dumb but at least you're nice to look at."

You weren't sure what to say, opening and closing your mouth like an idiot. Like you were stuck underneath a spotlight. Your face hot despite the burning cold.

"Well–"

"Oh fuck– shit." The voice broke your sentence, both you and Abby turned at the same time, Ellie appearing and hurriedly pulling Shimmer out of her stall. "Where the hell were you?" Abby snapped "My power went out, alarm clock reset." She said out of breath, meeting your eyes as you stood silently.

Without a word you climbed onto the saddle on the back of your horse, guiding him outside the walls with the two other girls right behind you.

"I don't care. Just another excuse." Ellie smirked at that. "Well fuck you too Abby."

"Will you both shut up? I can barely hear myself think and we just left the gate."

Both of them glanced to you, your eyes moving from Abby's face to Ellies until you suddenly felt small under their gaze and turned around. Avoiding their burning stares while you led your horse down the trail.

"Well aren't you talkative today. Or at least now." You glared at Abby, shivering as a cold wind brushed passed, shaking the trees around you. "Well maybe, I don't want to hear you both arguing my entire shift. I already have a headache, I don't need two more." You gave her a tight smile and turned to face forward once more, hearing Ellie huff from behind you.

It was quiet for a while, peaceful even if you ignored the two burning holes in the sides of your head. You weren't going to lie, it was cold, freezing even as winter rolled in over Wyoming and its usual lively look. The fields covered in a thick white blanket, little prints in the snow from animals that trotted through the area.

The thought made you smile.

Coming to your first checkpoint you looked up at the trees, shaking as the wind picked up, the clouds darkening to an almost scary shade. Ignoring the thoughts, you hopped down from your horse you walked up to the gas station. Goosebumps rising along your skin.

"I'll go right." Ellie said, sliding off of Shimmer. "Then I'll take left, commander." You shook your head, walking inside. It was silent, the first checkpoint usually was especially on this trail. But the quiet hurt your ears, almost wanting Abby and Ellie to be bickering behind you.

Quickly you signed your names in the checkbook that was hidden, marking what you needed. Reading over some of the others who'd signed their names on later shifts.

"Has there even been infected over here?" You looked at her before looking at the numbers before turning to Ellie and silently shaking your head.

"Tch, I dunno why they even make us come up this way." She spoke, looking around the walls, her short hair falling out all around her face. It almost complimented her. Almost.

"What if one day a huge bloater comes through here and starts killing everyone?" "Hm, let it, this place needs some spice." She slowly stepped closer, turning to look at you with a shrug. "You're insane." "Hey I'm not the one that came up with that idea." "I'm not the one that said to let it kill everyone."

She rolled her eyes. "Take a joke." "I can take a joke, but you never said one."

You'd just realized how close she'd stepped to you, cornering you against the counter. But it seemed like Ellie realized it, a smile making it's way onto her face as she took one more stride towards you.

"What?" She teased. "Nothing, we should go. Make sure a giant bloater didn't kill Abby." Ellie looked at the door, her knee bumping yours. The air was thick, suffocating, waiting in silence for her to respond with something.

Your stomach making you feel all sorts of things that you couldn't place, but you hated it. You hated her, because of that stupid cocky look on her face and her dumb jokes.

Her jokes didn't even make sense, they were stupid.

She was stupid.

"That bloater would be the best thing to happen to us in a long time." You smacked her shoulder, watching her rub it in pain, looking back to you with furrowed eyebrows.

"C'mon, it would do us both a favor." "As annoying as she is, she's still a person. And so are you, which means I have to keep both you morons alive while you argue like two kids on the playground."

Ellie scoffed, looking back down at you. "You love it." "Who said that?" She smirked.

"You don't have to, but you haven't switched partners yet. Have you?"

The question was so stupid, a comeback on the tip of your tongue but nothing came out. Choking on air and stuttering over your own words.

"Hey, dumb and dumber, you done?" Abby appeared at the door with a look you couldn't decipher. Staring at her before you nodded quickly. "The wind's getting bad, it's starting to snow I think it's gonna storm." "Way to point out the obvious." Ellie said, but her eyes didn't move from you, slowly looking back to her.

"We should get going then. If it gets bad... we can... I dunno take shelter in one of those big houses." You spoke, nodding and turning back to Abby while taking a few steps towards her escaping Ellie's hold. Which in hindsight, wasn't exactly a prison cell.

"Stuck, with you two? I'd rather walk in the blizzard." Ellie only laughed sarcastically at Abby while she flipped her off, following you out of the gas station and back to your horses.

The snow was light, but looking up you knew it wouldn't be for long. But your mind was also distracted, pulling you back to your interaction with the girl just a few minutes before.

You didn't want to look at her though, staring down at your horse as you guided him along the white road. Trotting along the covered pavement.

The river was just a ways up knowing the other two could see it even through the thick white sheen, the only body of water you needed to cross to get to the neighborhood nearby. But what you didn't see was the infected eating a deer nearby. So close they as soon as you came up they seen you.

But you didn't see them.

"There's a blue house that's safe.. even has a fireplace." You stated, looking over at them both. "We can–" The loud yell of the runner cut you off but you didn't get a chance do anything, getting ripped off the horse by your leg and thrown into the freezing cold water.

Breathing wasn't an option either, no chance to catch yourself at all at the current swept you down stream bouncing you off of every rock possible and smacking your head off the ground.

Nothing wasn't numb, you couldn't feel anything in your body, the water poking you like a bunch of tiny little knives.

All you felt was pain.

Everything muffled, panicking and looking around, trying to push yourself up.

It wasn't even deep, the current was just so fucking strong.

And the water was so fucking cold.

That was until you were pulled from the water, grabbing at the person's neck like it was a lifeline while you gasped for oxygen. Your lungs burning, shaking with fear and the temperature. Spitting up water while your eyes adjusted to the bright white light reflecting off the now.

"Hey, hey you okay?" "C–Co–Cold." You muttered, shaking as you wrapped your arms around Abby's neck as she held you bridal style. "Shit, Ellie–" "Yeah." You were using every ounce of strength to keep your head up as she walked you to Ellie's horse. "Stay awake for me, alright?" "T–That's easier sa–said than done."

Eyes drooping with every second passing, Abby hurriedly walked to Ellie's horse. Falling asleep with your head laying against her chest.

"Here, take her. She'll fall off if I put her behind you." The snow was bad now, barely able to see anything in front of you, then again you couldn't feel anything either. Holding Ellie's waist.

"You still awake?" You hummed, face buried in her chest and as much as you hated it, you didn't have the willpower to move. "Stay that way, alright?" You muttered something, feeling Shimmer come to a stop before Ellie pulled you away from her. "Stay up." "Ca–can't."

She slid off the horse and reached up, pulling you from the saddle and taking you to the garage. "When's the last time you were here?" You didn't respond, head falling forward, beginning to slip away into darkness. "Shit, Y/n. Stay the fuck awake." "Okay." You slurred, being jerked around as Ellie ripped the door open dragging you to the living rooms fireplace.

There was a mattress in front of it, Ellie tossing you down to start a fire.

"We have to take some of her clothes off." "What?" Ellie turned around, throwing the wood into the fireplace at the same time. "It'll make it harder for her to get warm when her clothes are soaked and frozen." Abby raised her eyebrow, coming over to unzip your soaked jacket, pulling it from your arms.

"What? Never seen a ladies skin before?" "Fuck you, I've seen more than you ever have."

"No–not ti–im–ime." You said, looking around yourself confused, as if you were completely drunk. The fire grew as Ellie fed it, Abby slipping your shirt off to leave you in your white tank top.

She had to keep herself from looking, moving down to your cold jeans, icy at the touch.

"I'm gonna take these off, okay?" You slowly looked down at her, nodding without another thought. "Be eas–easy it hurts." And it did, like little pokes all across your flesh, and it burned.

"You got it." And despite every ounce of anger you've ever felt for her, and every insult you've throw back and forth, she pulled them down as softly as she could. Lightly warming your skin with her hands once they were off.

"Here." Ellie threw a blanket over you, Abby adjusting it from her side of the mattress. "How you feel?" "Cold." You then stated, beginning to come back from your foggy mind, staring at the fire, teeth still chattering. "My h–horse?" "In the garage with the others. He got scared." Ellie replied, sitting beside your head just above you.

"Speaking of that, I'm gonna go check the house and close the garage door." Abby said. "Play nice while I'm gone." "Go away already." Ellie scoffed.

A few minutes passed in silence, hearing only Abby's boots going up the creaky stairs before it was quiet once more.

It was quiet, too quiet in all honesty. The air thick around you both. Feeling her watching you while trying your best to stop shaking. Basking in the hot echoing from the fire.

Finally you gathered up the courage to tilt your head up to look at her, cuddling deep in the blanket to where your face was nearly covered.

She wasn't looking at you anymore, instead messing with her hands while staring at the fire. "Thanks, for the blanket." She hummed instead of responding, entranced by the fire, blank faced before seemingly snapping out of it.

Ellie stared at you for an amount of time, neither of you looking away. You wanted to say something sarcastic, something to get a laugh out of her and to break the strange silence. But nothing was coming to mind.

So instead you sat up, covering yourself completely in the blanket, holding it over your shoulders. Sitting closely beside the girl.

It was quiet again, this time not so awkwardly silent though. Like you both didn't know what to say, instead it was like you both knew you had nothing to say.

Ellie soon took her jacket off and threw it aside, looking over at you staring at the fire and how the wood crackled. Ashes falling around it, popping every few seconds. The way the light reflected off your face and bare shoulders, it made her stare linger.

Soon the sound of the stairs creaking made you turn your head, looking over Ellie's shoulder to see Abby coming down the stairs with more blankets and some pillows.

"Thought you might want some of these." "Thank you." You said quietly, smiling as she threw them on the mattress that was surprisingly clean. "Yeah well I'd rather not hear you complain for the next few hours about being cold." "I almost died, dickface."

Ellie snorted, laying back on the bed just as Abby sat down on the couch. "That sucks." "You'd love that, wouldn't you? If I died of hypothermia." You asked, looking back at Abby. "Then I'd be stuck with just her, at least you make her quiet." "Oh fuck you. She does the same thing to you."

You then laughed making them both look at you.

"I guess I have a hold over both of you, it's cute, really. Thanks for saving me by the way, it was sweet seeing you guys care so much." Ellie sat up, leaning towards you, so close you could feel her breath fanning your face, warming your chilled cheeks.

"I can show you just how much I care, would that be sweet enough for you?" You grinned, "You wish. I'm good, thanks."

Your blanket had fallen, showing off your damp white tank top. Shoulders bare and hair still wet, dripping down your neck and onto the fabric.

"Y'know Y/n.." Abby began, catching your attention and your gaze. "You're a lot prettier when you're not talking shit." "I agree." Ellie then spoke up, making you turn back to her.

You weren't sure what to say, eyes flickering between them. Swallowing hard and shifting where you sat. And when you moved, Abby knew.

"You like it when we tease you, don't you?" Abby asked, sitting back against the couch, putting her arm up on the back of it.

"I–"

"You like when we call you things... tell you how dumb you look." They both watched as you bashfully looked down, hiding your face from them, unable to give them any sort of reply. "Or how pretty you are when you shut up and listen." "This isn't funny." You muttered. "Never said it was."

Ellie's fingers had come up to brush over your shoulder, her knuckles dusting over your warmed skin and collarbone. Running down to the string of your top, pushing it down as she went. Hanging onto your upper arm.

"You like it, don't you?" The sound of her voice mixed with her words ran straight through you. "I..." "I think that's a yes." You could hear them snickering, but they never took their eyes away. "Say it, Y/n. Or tell us to fuck off. We won't be mad." Abby assured.

"I like it." You whispered. "Hm?" Ellie moved forward, pushing her eyebrows together. "What'd you say?" "I... I like it." "Thought so."

You peaked through your eyelashes to see Ellie, half lidded eyes scanning your face and form. Eyes undressing you for a moment, her stare practically swallowing you whole right there and then.

"Why don't you show us how much you like it?"

Looking at Abby she seemed to have the same thought, leaning her head on her knuckles, waiting for you to do what Ellie had asked.

You brought your hands to the small strings holding up your tank top knowing that once it was pulled down you'd be showing practically everything to them. Something in you being grateful for not wearing a bra that day, something about too many layers.

Your fingers hooked underneath the hem, crossing over your front. "You guys aren't joking with me, right?" "How mean do you think we are?" You stared at her.

Without another word, you lifted the top over your head, taking it off and showing both girls your chest. Nipples already perked up due to the cold of the fabric.

"See, that was easy." "If you're messing with me..." Ellie cut you off, kissing you so hard it pushed you backwards. Holding yourself up with the palms of your hands. "Oh c'mon." You heard Abby say, but your mind was so hazy that all you could focus on was kissing Ellie back. Her hand going to rest on your neck.

Another pair of hands soon came from behind you, coming under your arms and around you. Warm fingers running over your little buds.

"You're still freezing." Abby muttered just beside the shell of your ear, nipping at your earlobe as she went. Kissing the side of your neck. Ellie laughed slightly pulling away from you, holding your bottom lip between her teeth. "We'll have to warm her up."

A chill ran up your spine, shivering as both sets of hands caressed different parts of your body. An ache growing between your legs, they laughed quietly as you grinded down onto the bed. Pleading for some sort of friction.

"Ellie..." You whispered, a desperate mutter to the woman. "What? What do you want?" Instead of speaking you leaned towards her again, her hand catching your face and squeezing. Puffing your lips out making her chuckle, kissing you. "Use your words. You have to ask." "I want you both."

"To do what?" Abby whispered. "Answer." Ellie pinched your nipple, her voice low, grinning as you jumped in reaction. The slight twinge of pain going straight to your core.

"I want you to fuck me. Both of you."

It was like those words switched something in their brains, Ellie grabbing your face once more and pushing you back against the soft surface. Kissing down your neck and over the barely visible marks that Abby had began to leave.

You glanced over at Abby as she began to undress each piece of clothing. Starting with her winter jacket and then her shirt, keeping her eyes on the way Ellie had began to kiss between your tits. Running her tongue over your chilled nipple.

"Ellie.." She heard you, loving the way those words rolled off your tongue and soaked right through her boxers. Body reacting to each of her little touches, lightly pecking your cool skin until she got to the band of your underwear.

Teeth grazing over the elastic band, kissing right above where you needed her.

"Ellie please– please just fuck me." "Now those are words I like." She grinned, hooking her fingers underneath the band and practically ripping them from your body. Tossing them aside where you undoubtedly would have to search for them later.

She hiked both of your legs up onto her shoulders, her eyes taking in the view of your soaking pussy. It made you hot, shy, bashfully turning away from her gaze to look at Abby again only to get a smack to your ass.

"Don't look at her, look at me." The ache was becoming too painful for you to handle, clenching around nothing. Her mouth hovering just over you clit, letting her hot breath fan your swollen bud. "El–"

Her tongue licked up your entire slit, kissing your clit. Harshly sucking, watching every reaction you made, each small noise like music to her ears.

"Fu–fuck Ellie.. that's good oh fuck–" You push your lower half towards her face, grinding down on her mouth. Your one hand tangled into her hair, pushing her head closer to you earning a small chuckle from the girl. "Don't stop m'kay– don–don't stop."

"Aw, is she making you feel good?" Abby grabbed your neck, tilting your head upward to look at her. "Y–yea–yeah–" You moaned out, a few girlish whimpers coming after as you stared at Abby with big doe-eyes that nearly rolled back into your head.

She had nothing covering her top half now, your other hand coming up to reach for her.

"You like when Ellie fucks you?" "Mmmmhmm–" You could feel her lift you up, laying you back against her bare chest while her hand played with your tits. Ellie soon backed up, sticking two fingers knuckle deep into your hole, watching your face contort into pleasure.

You then looked down at her fingering your pussy, Ellie moving in and out quicker causing a loud squelching sound to fill the room along with your whines. Abby's hand beginning sneaking down your torso, sneaking up just over your cunt.

"You want me to help you feel better?" You nodded quickly, mouth falling open as Ellie slipped a third finger inside of you. "Pl–ple–" The word was cut off, her fingertips gathering your wetness as she began to circle your clit. "Abby–" You cried, head falling backwards, digging into Abby's chest.

"That feel good babe?" Ellie asked, going faster as you tried to answer, stuttering out a few noises in response. "Yeah?" A throaty noise leaving your lips, mouth permanently open and eyebrows pushed together. Her fingers running along your walls. Bumping your g-spot with every rough thrust.

"I'm gon–gonna cum..." You dragged your words out as the coil in your belly wound tight, Abby's other hand roughly playing with your nipple before moving down to your other thigh that Ellie couldn't hold. The hand on your clit lightly slapping the swollen bud making her lips moving up in a grin as you jolted with a cry.

"Oh fu–fuck Ellie please fas–faster–" She listened, gripping your thigh tight, sure to leave dark fingerprints to remind you later of the days events. "I'm gonna cum–" You cried, Abby's free hand grabbing your jaw, kissing your cheek. "Cum Y/n. Show us how pretty you look when you cum on our fingers."

You finally let go, your juices flooding over Ellie's fingers as you cried. Your loud moans bouncing off the walls while your hands gripped Ellie's head and Abby's arm.

"Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck–" "Good girl." Your whole body jumped, Abby holding you tightly as you came, jittering and whining for Ellie and her to slow down. Pushing their hands away with little to no strength.

"To–oo mu–much.." "Yeah? But you're being such a good girl, you can take it, right?" You shook your head, her hand coming up to squish your cheeks, kissing you hard, taking your breath away as Ellie pulled her fingers from your plush walls. Abby's hand falling away as well.

It was quiet again for a moment, only your heavy breathing filling the room. Abby's hand petting away your sweaty fly aways from your forehead, not noticing the way Ellie stripped from her shirt and jeans.

"Abby lay against the couch." Abby sent a glare to Ellie, noticing her lack of clothing as she helped you up, holding you in her arms. "Why?" "Just fucking do it."

You had barely realized they were talking though, mind fogged over and dazed, laying against Ellie's sports bra. Inhaling her forestry scent mixed with a faint mens cologne.

"Here babe, sit up on Abby." You moved where Ellie guided your hips to, sitting up on Abby's abs. You could feel yourself dripping onto her stomach, Ellie gripping your waist. "Grind." Was all she said into your ear, Abby's hands resting on your thighs as you began to move back and forth, your sensitive clit running along the muscles.

"Ellie..." The girl kissed along your neck, biting and sucking at every inch of skin along either of your shoulders. Holding you up so your legs didn't give out from under you, rubbing your pussy along her abs.

"It's s'good." You moaned, putting your hands on her upper arms, Abby laughing, holding onto you as you messily rode her muscles. Leaning down to kiss her lips, lightly holding her cheek as you explored her mouth while Ellie's hand snuck around to rub your clit.

"You having trouble talking back now?" Abby asked, seeing you nod, picking up the pace as Ellie rubbed harder. "Say sorry for being mean to us." You looked up at her with big eyes, muttering out, "m'sorry." "For what?" she then asked as you moaned, Ellie's other hand roughly grabbing your neck. "Being me–ean to you guys." "Yeah?"

You nodded profusely, rutting your hips so desperately it made them both smile. Ellie's hand on your hips and the other picking up on rubbing your clit.

You were still so sensitive from cumming just a few moments earlier, biting your lip so hard it started to hurt. But it didn't matter, Ellie whispering little things in your ear did, turning your head just a tiny bit to kiss her.

"You're doing so good for us." Ellie muttered, grabbing your face, seeing you smile through your sweat and blurry eyes. Mouth hung slightly open with a dazed expression.

"You look so pretty, doesn't she Abby?" Ellie kept her grip on your jaw, turning your head to show Abby how you looked.

"Yeah she does." Abby squeezed your thighs making you move your one hand down to rest on hers. "I can't..." You whined, hand resting over Ellie's while her fingers continued to play with you. "Yes you can." It was becoming too much, getting closer nearly tipping over the edge. Whining cries falling from your lips. "Please Ellie... m'close.."

"Yeah?" Her hand let go of you, moving down to play with your nipple. "Mhm.." "Well cum then babe." She circled harder, moving quicker as your moans grew louder. Head falling back leaving your neck open for her mouth. "I'm cumming–" Hips stuttering and body jolting, you moaned loudly against Ellie's mouth while Abby made sure you stayed riding her.

Each bump of her abs hitting your clit just right while Ellie's hand finally left your pussy letting you begin to come down.

"Done?" Abby asked as you fell forward onto her shoulder, her hands coming up to hold your naked body. "Too much." "Already?" Ellie asked playfully, setting up the pillows on the bed. You hummed, stilling up and wiping your face, feeling the way Abby's thumbs caressed small circles into your skin.

"Here." Ellie pulled you off Abby, cleaning you up with a rag from her bag, Abby disappearing to do the same for herself. "Hey, you okay?" She asked, seeing you nod a bit while tiredly staring at her.

"So... is this like a thing?" Abby then questioned, slipping her shirt back on while climbing onto the mattress on the opposite side of you. Ellie laying down on one of the pillows while shrugging. "Depends." "On what?"

Ellie looked at you silently, seeing you messing with the top of the blanket while listening to them. Thinking.

"Only if you guys stop fighting so much, it's only hot sometimes." You could hear them laugh, a bit of awkwardness between the two. "No promises." Ellie groaned, rolling onto her side to face you, wrapping an arm around your waist. "M'kay. Abby?" "Yeah, yeah." You smiled, sitting up and kissing her cheek before turning and kissing Ellie's.

"Good girls." You giggled. "Don't make us fuck you again." "No promises." You muttered, laughing when you felt Abby squeeze your ass. "Go to bed." "You're no fun." "See?" Ellie asked, looking at you while Abby scoffed. "What's that supposed to mean?" You groaned with a roll of your eyes. "Here we go."

A/n: Imma be honest I hate this but I can't stand to look at it anymore

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tnbc-thoughtsandheadcanons · 7 years

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Is it bad that nearly everyday I get sadder and sadder about Glenn Shadix's death? Like, I'll never be able to meet him and I'll never be able to see him preform new acting and voice roles, I really miss him.

You’re not the only one. :( Every now and then I’ll remember the fact that my favorite movie has two roles whose actors have passed away. I’ve always really loved Glenn’s voice for the Mayor. He was a wonderful voice actor and a terrific singer. Seeing him in that Haunted Mansion Holiday promo video really - really got to me. I watch Beetlejuice to remember him better.

I also miss William Hickey. He passed away sooner than Shadix(only 4 years AFTER the movie…oof). Granted, Doctor Finklestein wasn’t a popular character and no one really talks about him much…but the voice Hickey gave him was so unique and gave the Doctor a certain character with it.

Comparing the Mayor and the Doctor’s movie voices to the ones in the games(Kingdom Hearts and Oogie’s Revenge), it’s just so easy to tell that they’re different. They did their best to replicate them but it’s always going to be obvious that it’s just not the same people. I feel that The Nightmare Before Christmas is complete in many, many ways - and retaining the wonderful talent of those who have passed is just one of the many reasons.

#a sad ask #rip #ask #tigerclaw64 #the mayor of halloween town #the mayor #mayor #glenn shadix #william hickey #the nightmare before christmas #nightmare before christmas #tnbc #doctor #evil scientist #doctor finklestein #doctor finkelstein #dr finklestein

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duranduratulsa · 7 months

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metalheadcowboy · 3 years

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“What whore gave you those?”

Billy’s attention was brought away from his plate and up towards Neil who was sitting across the table from him, giving him a cocky, yet cold stare.

His chewing slowed as a look of confusion crept into his face, “Gave me what?“ He questioned, but not before swallowing his mouthful of peas.

Max’s eyes were shifting between the two as they talked, but Susan kept to herself, she knew better.

”The hickeys, son.” And Billy could feel the way his face turned crimson, immediately shying away to look down at his plate instead of facing his father.

Because he knew it was no school whore that gave him those love bites. No girl that sucked off guys in the bathroom just because she liked giving blowjobs. It was Steve Harrington, Steve mother fucking Harrington. Steve who has commitment issues, Steve who likes leaving loving bruises on him as a way to tell everybody else to ‘back off‘ because he cant risk what happened between Nancy and Jonathan happening again. And Billy who was too scared of loosing him to deny them.

He simply shrugged, fork playing with his mashed potato’s knowing damn well that question just took away any appetite he had to finish them.

“Don’t remember,” Neil started, Billy sensing the rising anger in his voice, “Or are you just not gonna tell me?”

Billy didn’t even begin to know what to say. He was starting to think that he should have just gone with saying it was some girl he took down to the quarry instead of sitting there in silence making himself look more and more suspicious by the second.

”Well, what is it Billy?” Billy felt like the walls of their quaint kitchen were closing in more and more, pushing him and Neil closer and closer with each new demand, and the outcome wasn’t looking bright at all.

Suddenly Neil slammed the back of his fist into the solid wood of the table, sound echoing through the house, “Spit it out!” Out of the corner of his eye Billy could see the way Susan flinched at the movement of his fathers hand. He hated that.

“I don’t know!” Billy yelled, finally looking up to meet his father’s gaze, the two sets of ocean blue eyes colliding to create a deadly typhoon, “I can’t- I just- fuck!“

Billy just wanted to stand up and flip the damn table with rage, or maybe twine his fingers into his hair and rip it out in big, chunky fistfuls. He just needed some way of getting out his anger before he did something she knew he’d regret.

”You’re always sticking your damn nose in my business, maybe just for once butt out and let me live!” The look on Neil’s face was truly priceless. Billy honestly felt like one of those prissy spoiled popular girls in one of those cheesy high school movies, but in the most gratifying way.

As soon as Neil got past his initial shock, he went straight to pissed. Like father, like son, or whatever the saying was. The second Billy’s words left his mouth his father, pushed himself up from the table, chair flying back with the momentum from his thighs straightening up.

”You’re my son, I have every right to know anything about your life I damn well please, William!” he countered and Billy honest to God snarled.

This is where things took a turn for the worse, where Billy’s bark became a bit too much for his bite, “Steve’s dad doesn’t give a shit so why do you?” Oops.

Neil‘s face dropped as the puzzle pieces clicked inside of his head. Billy had fucked up and his body language was showing it. His shoulders hunched, his eyes had widened and suddenly his hands were gripping the table with more force than ever before.

”Don’t tell me...” Neil almost sounded like he didn’t want to believe it himself, “Harrington’s kid...”

Now Susan was in full panic mode, rounding the table quickly to grab Max and pull her into the back hallways, into her room where she wouldn’t be harmed by whatever was going on in the kitchen. But Max didn’t let herself be pulled much farther than the entrance to the living room.

”Dad, please...” He was desperate now, using any language that would get him brownie points, or at least maybe keep Neil from skinning him alive.

Neil took no mercy, moving to charge head on into Billy, pinning him right up against Susan’s spice rack, paprika and thyme both hitting Billy in the head before he could even think about what was happening.

”You let that little fag do this to you, Billy? I thought you were better, I thought- I thought we were fucking through with this queer bullshit!” He spat, Billy’s whole body tensed as he prepared for the worst, but didn’t give up just yet.

“And I thought you were done beating up on me after Hopper gave you a warning, but I guess were were both wrong-“ Billy had a grin on his face, even after Neil slapped him with all the force in his body. He had to bite his lip not to fucking bust out laughing because for once he was sticking it to him, not backing down from the man he had been petrified of for his entire existence.

”Eight months, we’ve been fucking for eight months now,” Billy announced with full confidence, hearing a broken off sob from Susan in the background, “Damn good too, biggest dick I ever did see, daddy-“

Neil didn’t look like he knew how to process any of this, like his brain was short circuiting inside of his skull.

”Ah!” He yelled loud and proud right into Billy’s face, breath stinking of cigarettes and under seasoned chicken, “Get out!”

Neil pushed him back into the spice rack harder, his skull letting off a thick cracking noise when it hit one of the solid wood shelves, “Get the fuck out you faggot!”

The words felt blurry and distant from him after that last blow, but he could make them out. And oddly enough he felt sad. A feeling he never thought he’d feel finally getting away from Neil, but he did, he really did. Because his stupid self thought that there might be a chance, just a little one, that Neil would put having his son over disowning him for his sexuality. But now his true colors were showing and it hurt.

His eyes welled up with tears, both from fear and hurt as he was pushed away and onto the floor, landing flat on his ass.

“Get out of my goddamn house!” And Billy didn‘t really need to be told twice. He didn’t even think about his keys, or his jacket, or hell, even shoes as he pushed himself up and ran out of the front door.

The distant yells of vulgar words and harsh farewells from Neil we’re merely background noise to the full on sobs that were wracking his body as he ran down the street. Breaking him down piece by piece until he couldn’t even stand on his own two feet.

That was the night that Billy, king of the fucking world, was knocked down from his pedestal and onto his knees. The night he looked up to the sky and screamed, just screamed because somehow freedom felt worse than suffocating in that old house on Cherry Road.

#FUCKSKND #HEHEHE IM ACTUALLY CERY HAPPY WITH THISSS #Billy Hargrove #Neil Hargrove #homophobic language #f-slur #Stranger Things #my writing #probs will Reblog in the morning because I’m posting at an off time #and he’ll maybe even in the afternoon too because I’m actually proud of this #warning I did not reread over this so I’m sorry lmao

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prcttylittlethings · 3 years

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MEET THE CHARACTERS ; MERRICK ANNE WOOD

available for platonic & romantic connections, family connections closed. potential threads include suburban towns, city life, supernatural ( werewolf / vampires / etc. ), celebrity ( musician / famous writer ), etc. aesthetics // blue raspberry slushies & junior mints, high ponytails, jeans with rips and pop culture patches, bigfoot hunting, snowstorms, beaches, glitter, half smoked cigarettes, cherry chapstick, wild hair, cd players and mix cd’s, late night drives and skinny dipping in reservoirs, cracked phone screens, candy wrappers, half scribbled notebooks, pen caps, hickeys and baseball caps

the basics //

full name : merrick anne wood birthdate & zodiac : september 22nd & virgo age range : 16 - 25 gender & pronouns : female & she/her sexuality : heterosexual occupation : verse dependent ; usually a creative profession with writing or teaching hometown : riverside, georgia ( fictional town ) family : william wood ( father, doctor ) / whitney wood ( mother, mayor - fc: reese witherspoon ) / holly wood ( sister, student / doctor - fc: virginia gardner ) / oliver terrance-wood ( half-brother, unknown - fc: alexander calvert ) / ophelia alpin ( half-sister ) other important connections : lulu jenkins ( childhood best friend - fc: maia mitchell ), logan norris ( first boyfriend )

deeper dive //

alignment : chaotic neutral myers briggs : enfp - the campaigner hobbies : WRITING - a born writer, merrick is rarely seen without a notebook in hand. growing up in small town suburbia, she constantly traded a notebook back and forth with her best friend, lulu jenkins. as an adult, she lacks ambition for a real ‘profession’ or ‘career’, but follows her passion in writing young adult fiction to cope with her own life’s events. MUSIC - her mother inspired a love of music and CD’s, and prefers making mix cd’s to iphone playlists. she usually has music playing in the background no matter what - especially 90s stations or love songs, or early 2000s pop punk. EXPLORING - growing up in small town suburbia, anything sounded better than staying at home. as soon as she had friends old enough to drive, they did just that. she’s explored most of the american southwest, and loves nothing more than road trips with her friends, shitty gas station donuts and cherry coke. SOFTBALL - her father was always a sports guy, and taught merrick how to throw a baseball around even when she was busy spending afternoons in dance and gymnastics like her older sister. a natural pitcher, merrick usually stays involved with local softball leagues for fun, and regularly follows her favorite baseball team, the miami marlins.

favorites : food - junior mints & chinese food drink - blue raspberry slushies, cherry coke, jack & coke movie - clueless song - ‘iris’ by the goo goo dolls color - yellow & orange habits : cigarettes - occasional use / alcohol - social drinker / drug use - social and recreational use nervous ticks include pulling on her hair, chewing on her cuticles, and bouncing on her heels. loves : music ( 90s music in particular ), singing along terribly to music, the beach, long car rides, all types of weather, greasy food, junk food, physical activities, hiking, skinny dipping, talking, painting her nails, facetiming friends & family, playing with knives, writing and her imagination fears : being left behind, being unloved, something happening to her sister holly. talents : writing, cheerleading, public speaking, picking locks, knife twirling.

appearance //

height : 5′5″ tattoos :small wave on her left ankle, and a music note on her right ankle. the words i just want you to know who i am written in script along her ribcage. a heart closed with the little ‘l’ on her left ring finger to match her best friend lulu’s. scars : shoulder ( broken arm age 10 ) and knee ( cheerleading incident ) piercings : ears ( two each, sapphire studs worn always in upper lobe, various earrings worn in lobe ), simple stud in nose and navel ( simple gem or moon jewelry ) hair : naturally blonde - always long, curly and very often unruly. thrown into messy ponytails or buns, sometimes in space buns, usually she just tries to sweep it away from her face as much as possible. fashion : personal - anything and everything; often shops at thrift shops for various teeshirts and hoodies, liking to wear shirts with bands she’s never heard of before so she can discover their music. her mother prefers to dress her up in nicer things, and often sends her nice blouses and pants and dresses, which she’ll match with ripped jeans or short shorts and skirts. lots of patches on denim - jean jackets and tight jeans - often doing her own sewing to patch up stuff. shoes - merrick prefers sneakers - converse, vans, adidas - or no shoes at all. she’ll wear heels and flats for nights out or important events, but prefers to be barefoot as often as possible.

base bio //

merrick anne wood, born the second daughter to billy and whitney wood, was always the reckless one. while her sister was the epitome of perfect, merrick was loud, wild and unpredictable. while she knows she grew up in a life of privilege - a home centuries old, family money that no one likes to discuss the origins of, a mother who was literally miss georgia in her own day - she’s always shucked most of her responsibilities and privileges as much as she could to be just a normal girl, despite her mother telling her she could be so much more. never alone, merrick surrounded herself with friends - the cheer squad and football team were constant fixtures trampling in and out of the wood house - and even at night, when the world was supposed to be quiet and she was alone in her bedroom, there were friends and boyfriends who would sneak in through her window and stay hours past when they should. ambition felt like a dirty word in her mind, there was never any need to commit herself to one career path - if she even needed a career in the first place. she preferred to travel, to spend her life with her loved ones, crashing on her sister’s couch when she suffered through med school or dating everyone she thought was cute. really, though, what merrick wants more than anything, is a family of her own. a husband, a home, and two-point-five kids. so while she pursues different jobs throughout her life, the only true ambition she has is to find her one true love - someone who can embrace her weird, love her moods, and experience all that the world has to offer with her.

#☆ about #☆ merrick wood #merrick wood

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extremelyblackandwhite · 4 years

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handmaid - 17

PAIRING: mob!sebastian stan x ingenue!reader

WARNINGS: age gap

A/N: i wrote this while watching hamilton on disney + and then proceeded to watch love never dies, so i’m pumped. hope you enjoy this chapter xxx

NEXT CHAPTER

The babysitter rushed after the two girls down Fifth Avenue, only noticing the vibrant colours of their winter coats lined with white faux fur that mixed with the white of the fresh fallen snow on the ground. All that could he heard down the streets were carollers and child-like glee. Y/N followed Gwen the fastest her six year old legs allowed her until they stopped at the front of the beautifully decorated Cartier shop. The two girls fawned over the beautiful shimmer of every single necklace and diamond on stand for the richest of all the richest. Y/N, however, was more interested in a red box of three Christmas ornaments with the most adorned, precious and precise craft.

- I’m gonna have all of them when I’m an adult. - a young Gwen smiled at the shop front, ignoring their breath catching babysitter who was praying to the gods the children had lost all their energy. - And I’m gonna wear all of them all the time.

- You can’t wear all these earrings all the time. - Y/N retorted, eyes still glued on the Christmas ornaments.

- I’ll wear them as necklaces. - she rebuffed.

- Ladies, we should be going. - Ms. Wellington held both her hands out for the girls which both took gleefully, eyes still glued onto the Cartier glass as they were hushed onto the car.

The car took them back to the Forrest house which was covered in garlands and fairy lights looking like a winter wonderland. The young Y/N rushed down the halls onto the common room where several maids and handymen were putting the last details for the Christmas Eve dinner. She watched with pure glee and childhood innocence the Christmas tree being crowned with an acrylic and crystal angel.

- Good morning, Miss Y/N. - one of the maids spoke up as the young girl rushed through the crowds and into the kitchen which was boiling with heat due to the heaters and constant cooking. The no more than 39 feet tall girl watched in awe as the cooks prepared various amounts of precisely decorated sugar cookies.

She put her tiny hands on the marble balconies, bracing herself to take a closer look at the cooks and maids preparing what would be Christmas dinner desserts. One of the maids noticed the face of the soon to be handmaid starring at them and went from behind her, grabbing her and sitting her on the marbled tops.

- Trying to get a peek of the Christmas desserts aren’t you, missy? - Y/N giggled at getting caught. - You can’t be naughty, Santa is still watching.

- I’m never ever ever naughty. - she crossed the arms over her Christmas dress embroidered with Christmas imagery.

- That it’s true. - the maid laughed, handing her one of the sugar cookies which Y/N’s eyes sparkled at. - It’s our little secret.

- What secret? - Y/N gobbled up the cookie as Mr. Forrest walked into the kitchen quarters. - How come you’re not with Gwenie watching TV?

- I wanna help.

- You always wanna help. - the head of the mob family sighed, taking a slightly medium sized wrapped box off his jacket and handing it to the soon to be handmaid. Y/N furrowed her eyebrows, mouth agape in surprise. - Gwen got her bracelet and I thought you’d want something nice too that doesn’t come from Santa.

- Can I open it? - she questioned excitingly picking at the bow on top of the red box. As he nodded, Y/N ripped the paper off revealing a shiny red box with a little ribbon which, when pulled, open a little drawer lined with white cushioned satin. In the middle stood a gold Christmas bauble which glistened whenever the light hit it. - It’s so pretty.

- It’s pure gold. - he lifted the bauble for her to see it more clearly. - Ms. Wellington did say you were inclined for Christmas decorations.

- What is gold?

- It’s a precious metal. Men kill each other over it.

- It doesn’t look that precious. - Y/N closed the box, holding it close to her chest. - It silly to kill people over metal.

- Well, some would say men will kill each other over women with hearts of gold.

- Sounds painful. - she grimaced making Mr. Forrest laugh at her comment.

- Why, some would even say you have one of those precious metalled hearts, Miss Y/N.

Y/N sighed, watching her reflection on the mirror as she tied her hair back before reaching into her suitcase, grabbing an old yet still in pristine shape red box with the golden writing fading due to time. Mindlessly, she smiled, opening the little drawer to stare at the intact bauble that always hanged on the Christmas tree every single year. She wondered if her salary would be enough to buy some decorations for the penthouse as Sebastian didn’t seem one to decorate or at least over do it as the only thing he had a Christmas garland surrounding the lift’s door.

- Y/N! - Gwen screamed from outside her door, proceeding to bang one of her fists against it. - C’mon, we don’t have all day.

- I’m sorry, Gwen. - Y/N put her red box back, getting her bag and phone before unlocking the door. Gwen was wearing a faux fur white coat with her only Birkin which she hoped to have a collection of someday. - Remember when Ms. Wellington used to take us to Fifth Avenue?

- I wonder if Cartier has a new stand this year. - Gwen gave her a soft smile as the two girls went downstairs. Her eyes lingered on the handmaid’s neck noticing a soft bruise there. - Hey, when did you get that bruise?

- Oh ... - Y/N’s flew to her neck. - It’s a curling iron burn.

- No, that’s look like a hickey. - she smirked. - Soooo, who is he?

- He’s no one. - Y/N tried to run away from the subject, standing a bit further away from Gwen in the lift. She, however didn’t seem to let go of the conversation and what was Y/N supposed to say? Why yes, Genevieve, this hickey was caused by your husband to-be? Gwen would have her head on a stick in the middle of Times Square for everyone to shame her. - Will you knock it off? It’s really nothing, it’s just a curling iron burn.

- Oh c’mon, Y/N. Why are you being so secretive? Is he married or something?

- What?! No. - no other time had Y/N replied so quickly. - There isn’t a he.

The shopping trip was filled with Gwen asking more and more questions about who had made the bruise despite Y/N saying various times that she had just burned herself with her curling wand. Luckily for her, Gwen had gotten distracted by the Hermes’ concession stand which gave her plenty of time to go into a less higher end shop and buy as many Christmas decorations as her salary pay check allowed her. She had gotten lost in the glimmer lights and shimmer of Christmas, smiling at everything she could find.

After she had paid for an unholy amount of Christmas baubles and garlands, a particular dark jumper caught her eye. It wasn’t branded, it was probably cheap but it did felt nice and she wondered how good Sebastian would look in it. He always looked better in his casual attire rather than the perfectly tailored suits he was known for and besides, she did needed to get something for him for Christmas before she left with Gwen for the Forrest household.

Once Gwen was done shopping for herself and everyone else who she considered high enough to be in her gifting list, the girls were driven back to the penthouse where Gwen took to retreating to her bedroom probably to be with Christian while Y/N started to wrap garland around the staircase rail. She was rather found of decorating and with the help of some staff managed to locate an old Christmas tree which she filled and filled with baubles and lights making it bright enough for people on the other side of the Atlantic to see it.

- Angel, what have you done to my house? - Sebastian had left his office to grab himself another cup of coffee to find Y/N still decorating.

- It’s Christmas.

- Yeah, I’ve noticed. - he rubbed the back of his neck. - Listen, angel, Mr. Williams is coming over for a meeting and I think you should go to your bedroom.

- Mr. Williams is not threatening. You said it yourself. - Y/N finished putting various baubles on the tree, staring at it with a proud smile on her face. - Doesn’t that look beautiful?

- Angel, you find beauty in everything. - Sebastian grabbed the Christmas star from the pile of decorations she had. - Saving the best for me?

- Oh ... of course. - she shifted her weight from feet to feet. Sebastian had learned to understand whenever she felt embarrassed or shy and that sounded like one of those moments. Chuckling, his hand laid rest on her natural waist, while the other holding the Christmas tree star placed the ornament on her warm hand. Before she could question him, his now free hand came to rest on the other side of her waist and with a proper grip onto the fabric of her jumper and skin, he lifted her up.

- Go on, angel. Finish it. - he spoke up and with a child-like glee only present in the young handmaid, she placed the star on top of the tree. Gently, he lowered her down, twirling her so he was face to face with her. - Y/N, I ...

- Mr. Stan, I see you decorated. - Sebastian grip hardened against Y/N and in a swift move, he placed her behind his back, observing as one of his least favourites walked in. How Mr. Williams had been his father’s favourite was still a mystery to him. How someone who beg, borrowed and stole their way to the hope without as much as getting a stain in his suit was someone who was still respected in the mob irritated him, yet again, he kept him around mostly in his father’s memory. - Miss Y/N, ever so lovely.

- Mr. Williams. - she bowed her head ever so slightly, before taking back to her bedroom.

- Some would comment on allowing a handmaid to decorate your home.

- Some would be smart enough not to comment on my decisions. What is the meaning of this meeting? You should be in France by now.

- It’s really about Miss Y/N, some associates have questioned about your ... closeness. - Sebastian rolled his eyes at the words. - She’s an unmarried woman accompanying a promised man to a cabaret, people ought to comment, Sir.

- All of my associates have seas and seas of mistresses besides Miss Y/N was only filling in for my fiancée as she was not feeling well. Whatever you are trying to imply, I suggest you shut it before you get off this house with a shot wound.

- Your father would’ve been more discreet with his mistresses. - his blood was boiling at the mere thought of calling his angel a mistress. It sounded dirty and unfitting of the own purity that came along with her but it sounded even worse coming from the middle-age balding man who was everything but a great man even less a good associate. - Your mother, may she rest, she never ev...

- Don’t speak of my mother and next time you wanna accuse any of my employees of being everything other than my employees I suggest you buy a new identity because I will fucking kill you. Now, GET OUT!

Y/N was perched by her door, ear against the wood as she tried to listen to the argument which surely had become heated based on the screaming she could hear. She peaked through the door, watching as some bodyguards escorted Mr. Williams out.

Sebastian sighed, walking over to the silver tray that held most of his liquor and spirits and poured himself a glass which he seemed to down in no time. She sighed, looking at the black bag with the jumper she had bought him, he probably needed something nice right now. With that idea tattooed on her mind, she went down the stairs, reaching a very stressed Sebastian. With a soft touch, she called out for his attention.

- You need a break. - she smiled softly, hand coming to caress his cheek.

- Mob bosses don’t take a break, angel.

- Everyone needs a break. It’s Christmas season, you’re eventually gonna burn out if you don’t take a break.

- Y/N ... - he sighed. - I can’t take a break but I’m happy you care.

- I’m sure you can take a break, Mr. Forrest never worked during Christmas season and he’s doing just fine. - she shrugged before handing him a bag. Sebastian furrowed his brow, gaze moving from her to the bag. - It’s not much and I was gonna give it to you for Christmas but you look like you need a treat.

- You shouldn’t waste your money on me. - he opened the bag which showed a knitted black jumper. - It’s great, angel. Thank you.

- You should use it when you take that break.

Meanwhile, outside Mr. Williams was waiting for his ride. Out of everyone that could’ve inherited the mob boss title of the Stan family it had to be Sebastian. In his mind, Sebastian was too emotional to run the family and the arrival of the handmaid had surely started to show how unprepared he was to run it. No mob boss should show weakness yet there it was, the mob boss weakness displayed for everyone to see. With a swift move of his wrist, he placed his phone by his ear.

- I need a favour.

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snusbandxknifewife · 4 years

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Cardan, Jude and Oak go to whatch some movie. Cardan is really enjoying it so somehow one kid sees his tail and wants to catch it. (I am not sure how things works, if people can have "sight"or maybe he can accidentely forget to glamour it because it is usualy hidden under trousers...)

Ok so I think I did a good job working around the whole “mortals can’t see through glamours” thing. I did this as a HC, I think it’s super cute, I loved this idea lol. Hope you like!

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Halloween Shenanigans

•Ok so it’s the day before Halloween

•A Friday night, to be specific

•And Oak has BEGGED Cardan and Jude to come to the mortal world with him to watch scary movies

•Jude finally gave in

•Only because she wanted to see Cardan amazed by “mortal magic”

•So the three of them load into Vivi’s car and Jude drives them to the local drive-in theater

•Where a special Halloween event is going on

•Everyone is in costumes, the drive-in is gonna be playing old black-and-white horror movies

•Jude is dressed as Dorothy

•(She has magic red ruby (yes, real ruby) shoes (gifted by Cardan) that glimmer brighter than normal gems)

•Oak is dressed as the Scarecrow

•(He did his own makeup and made his own costume, he’s very proud)

•(Vivi was supposed to be the Tin Man, but she decided to stay home with Heather (Hubba Hubba))

•Cardan

•Cardan with the lion’s tail

•Is dressed as the Cowardly Lion

•So he doesn’t have to hide his tail (score)

•So they show up at the drive-in and get their spot

•They set up their picnic blanket and set out Vivi’s old boom box, turning it to the correct station so they’ll be able to hear the movies

•The lineup: Frankenstein (1931), Creature from the Black Lagoon (1954), and Night of the Living Dead (1968)

•Jude can’t fucking wait, she loves horror movies

•Cardan can’t fucking wait, he’s fascinated by mortal stuff

•(And Jude mentioned that it’s common for couples to cuddle out of fear when watching scary movies)

•(“H E L L Y E A H B A B E Y” -Cardan)

•Oak can’t fucking wait, the drive-in has the BEST popcorn A N D junior mints

•(He’d fucking die for junior mints)

•(Ok not actually, but he really likes them)

•So they’re all settled in, looking fucking adorable in their costumes, chillin with the food Jude’s bought

•They make it through Frankenstein with Jude only having to explain 90% of the movie, since Cardan misses it because he’s asking her questions about movie making, the movie industry, and the original Frankenstein book

•Jude finally promises to buy him the book

•(She also makes the mistake of talking about how Mary Shelley lost her virginity on her mother’s grave)

•(Cardan is partially grossed out, mostly fascinated, and DEFINITELY wagging his eyebrows at his wife (over the head of Oak, who never notices))

•In the intermission between the first and second movies, Oak notices a family sitting in the row in front of them

•It’s his classmate, Owen, and all of his family!

•(Owen is dressed as Scream, his costume has a hand pump that makes the mask bleed, he’s very proud)

•Oak watches the whole second movie with Owen and his family

•Leaving Jude and Cardan alone (Hubba Hubba)

•They make it through the second movie with Jude explaining exactly 0% of it

•Because God knows she wasn’t paying attention either

•The second intermission comes around

•Here comes Oak, Owen and Owen’s 4yo little brother (William)

•The kids completely miss the hickeys all over Jude and Cardan’s necks

•Oak wants them to stay with Jude and Cardan for the last movie

•(He’s trying time flex that his adults are cooler)

•(Owen and Will’s parents wouldn’t buy them snacks, Oak knee Jude and Cardan would set them tf up)

•”Juuuuuude, can we get more popcorn and candy?”

•Jude (still a little distracted, heyooo) “sure thing Acorn, go with Cardan”

•(That was her mistake, but, again, can we blame her? Sis wasn’t Thinking StraightTM)

•Cardan, being a good husband and uncle, stands up

•And the 4yo LOSES HIS MIND

•Because seeing an adult dressed in a lion costume is normal

•But when the lion costume includes a MOVING TAIL???

•H O L Y S H I T

•(Cardan had thought he was safe, he didn’t know mortals hadn’t figured out a way to make costume tails move like real ones)

•(So he’d been relaxing, moving his tail like usual)

•(Hence why Will saw it)

•”He’s got a tail!”

•It’s the only warning Cardan gets before the small child grabs a hold of his tail with both fists and PULLS

•Cardan fucking whimpers

•Jude sees red

•Oak has a brain

•”Don’t pull like that, Will, it’s part of his costume! It wouldn’t be nice to rip Uncle Cardan’s costume,” he scolds like a babysitter.

•Will lets go with one hand, but he keeps ahold with the other and throws his hands down, stomping one foot

•(Owen always says he’s a total spoiled brat)

•(The type of kid who forces your mom to make you let him open your birthday gifts with you on your birthday and then gets mad when he can’t keep them)

•”You need to let go of his tail. It’s very delicate and would be expensive to fix if you broke it,” Jude finally calms down enough to speak without punting the small child into next Tuesday

•(Cardan’s ready to cry at the idea of a broken tail)

•Will looks completely cowed

•(Because it’s one thing to get in trouble with an older kid, and a completely different thing to get in trouble with An AdultTM like Jude)

•He lets go of Cardan’s tail and his bottom lip starts quivering, tears begin to stream down his face and he sniffles

•Jude can’t find it in herself to feel sorry

•(Because how fucking DARE you hurt her husband)

•But Cardan,

•Cardan is fae

•And the fae have a different relationship with children

•To faeries, children are unbelievably precious, because they are so rare

•And so to see a child upset makes him uncomfortable

•Especially when he thinks it’s his fault

•So he crouches down by Will

•”Hey,” he says, and Will stops his sniffling

•Cardan lets his tail quirk up into the little boy’s line of sight, smiling as the child focuses on it once more

•”You can play with it if you’re very, very gentle,” he offers. “Just don’t pull or scratch. Like Mrs. Jude said, it’s very delicate.”

•So Will cautiously goes to reach for it

•And Cardan yanks it back just before he can grab ahold

•Will almost starts to cry again

•But he sees the smile on Cardan’s face and realizes it’s just a game

•So he grins and begins to chase around Cardan, reaching for his tail and celebrating when he catches it

•Before letting it go and beginning again

•Cardan takes the kids to the snack bar

•And buys entirely too much

•(While Will continues to try and catch his tail)

•They settle in to watch the third movie

•The older boys have essentially forgotten about the whole incident because a) zombies and b) food

•Cardan is completely ignoring the movie because he’s focusing on entertaining Will

•Will keeps playing with Cardan’s tail until he eventually gets bored and goes back to his parents

•Jude, who has finally gotten past her natural “kill everything that even breathes in the direction of my husband” instincts, spent the whole time watching Cardan out of the corner of her eye

•Watching how he grins

•How easily he plays with the little boy

•How well he calmed the child down

•How good he’ll be as a father

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Yeehaw have some Halloween fluff in July lmao 😂

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ryewi · 5 years

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a game for two pt.2 (M) - jjk

Summary: Seven days on a school trip to the seaside. Seven days with your best friends, alcohol, freedom and a mischevious Jeon Jungkook who just wouldn’t leave you alone. Sounds fun, right?

Genre: schooltrip!au, classmate!au, smut, fluff, drama, tba

Words: 7,8k

Warnings: penetrative sex, protected sex, dirty talk, name-calling, choking, spanking, mention of overstimulation, orgasm denial, oral (fem receiving), fingering

Early A/N: well here’s the anticipated part two! hope you enjoy!

“You what?!” Marie screamed, eyes nearly popping out of her head.

Currently, you were in your hotel room, sitting on your bed as your best friends surrounded you like hungry hyenas. They were drunk, wide grins on their faces while they listened to your words. Marie was the soberest out of them, hence her words and actions were the clearest. She was interrogating you as if you were a criminal and you felt somewhat uneasy.

"We...messed around“ You whispered, head tilting downwards to look at the colorful blanket. It proved to be a better object to look at than their curious eyes.

“So, you fucked?” Marie pressed, leaning closer to you. Jackie was behind Marie, looking attentively as if she was watching her favorite drama. April on the other hand, was laying down and with hooded eyes tried paying attention to what you were saying,

“No!” You snapped; tone almost too defensive. Marie’s expression showed that she wasn’t satisfied with your answer. Why was it so hard to believe your words?

“You guys used my misfortune and emotional pain as time to shuffle behind closed doors, I’m kind of hurt” April butted in, averting the attention of the conversation to herself. She had her eyebrows up and lips in a thin line.

“Oh come on! She probably had the best fuck of her life with the Jeon Jungkook. You could never April” Jackie proclaimed and a quiet ‘ooh' from others followed in suit. She rose up and extended her arm for a high five to which you and Marie gladly replied. “Now spill the tea!”

“Sorry to disappoint, but we didn’t fuck. Jungkook only had me grind on to his thigh to completion” You confessed, shrugging your shoulders as if to say ‘that’s all there is’. Doubt and disbelief in the eyes of your best friends was more than obvious.

“And what did you do for him?” Marie questioned; brows furrowed. Have you maybe forgotten about Jungkook, or has the impossible happened and he didn’t ask for it? Confusion washed over her face and you watched her expression change a thousand times in one second.

“Look, if a certain somebody hadn’t called and whined into the phone, I would’ve had the best fuck of my life that all of you keep talking about” Directing a sharp look towards April, you coughed. The female turned to look at you, faking offense.

In the upcoming moment of silence, you caught the way Jackie was checking you out. Her eyes spent the most time inspecting the collar of your jacket. Feeling uncomfortable, you tried zipping the fly back up, fearing that it had gotten loose after a while. Jackie was fast to react, standing up and on wobbly legs approaching you. Her fingers worked fast, uncovering the numerous purple bruises in a quick second.

“Oh my god” She said, hand waving to call the other two over fast. When they looked over Jackie’s shoulder, another series of gasps sounded through the room. The silence that occurred right after began rising tension and you audibly gulped before speaking up.

“Guys?” They inspected the marks that went all the way down to your breasts, occasionally touching the tender, purple flesh. It was as if they’ve either never seen a hickey or something was incredibly wrong. Either way, you felt concerned.

“He marked you” April spoke up, eyes coming up to meet yours.

“Yeah, and?” You asked, finally pushing them away and managing to zip the jacket back up.

“Jeon Jungkook never marks girls” They answered in unison.

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Jungkook was still laying down on his bed, one arm behind his head, eyes locked on the ceiling. The room grew quiet and calm after you left, leaving the man alone with his thoughts for a while. He didn’t know what the rest of the class was doing, or when his roommates will be back – he didn’t care enough. The only thing Jungkook cared and wished for, was you. What were you doing? Were you having fun? Were you thinking about coming back?

Jungkook craved your presence. He wasn’t wishing for your body, lips, or the way you moaned his name. Jungkook wished to have his hands around your body, to hold tight and lull you to sleep.

“The machine’s working yeah?”

“Yeah, but it won’t be working for much longer”

The memory elicited a laugh from Jungkook. A soft smile stayed on his lips as he imagined the way you looked at him afterward. At that moment, all of your attention was on him. Jungkook’s heart swelled with a tingling feeling of happiness.

Suddenly, a knock was heard from outside. To Jungkook, in his dreamy state, every sound seemed distant. Yet, he stood up and walked towards the door, opening them to check just in case. Outside, stood William, Jungkook’s best friend but also roommate. Willam wore a worried expression on his face, and Jungkook moved aside so the other could enter.

No words were exchanged between the two until Jungkook sighed and threw himself back onto the bed.

“It’s her, right?” Was the first thing that William said. Jungkook didn’t expect such a straightforward question. He gulped and propped himself up on strong forearms so he could look the other in the eyes. The lights were off, but neither made an effort to turn them on.

“Why did you come back early?” Jungkook asked back, not keen on answering the previous question. He looked behind, catching a quick glimpse of the fire through an open window.

“Your girl came back a while ago and you didn’t so I had to check up on you” William replied, shoulders shrugging as he finished the sentence. Jungkook appreciated his best friend’s concern but felt bad because he made the other worry.

“It’s okay, I stayed here intentionally” Jungkook laid back on the bed, taking a deep breath and biting his lips.

“Did something happen between you two?” William asked, catching Jungkook off guard. Now, William probably wasn’t hinting on sexual interaction, but the guilty is always skeptical of the very thing. Should he tell what happened? Would you be okay with that? Would you want anyone else to know?

“No,” Jungkook answered, the indifference in his tone surprising, “it’s just that hard not to think about her”. He cared about your privacy, hence deciding that it’s probably better to keep quiet this time. William hummed along to what his best friend was saying, although he didn’t believe Jungkook’s words completely.

“She’s so tender, William. She’s like an ice rose, so beautiful, yet so easy to break” Jungkook spoke, imagining your precious body in his arms. “She’s the kindest and most cheerful person I’ve ever seen” Jungkook suddenly remembered many moments that proved your great qualities. Like that one time, you picked up a bee from a sidewalk and carried it to a nearby flower. Or when you ran out of the line to help an elderly woman after her supermarket bag ripped.

He went on and on about you, his chest becoming lighter as he spoke. William listened intently, humming along and smiling at how soft Jeon Jungkook was.

“Man listen, ask her out on a date” He said. At that, Jungkook had to sit up and look at his best friend with an alert expression. Although the room was dark, he was still able to see the serious look on William’s face. The man is evidently not going to take no for an answer.

“I-” Jungkook began, but the other cut him off once again.

“You choose to stare at her from a distance like some fucking creep. Also, after every encounter, you run away to reminisce. That’s bullshit Jungkook, where’s it going to get you, man?” William said, voice strong and authoritative. When it came to honesty, he spared no details and that’s probably why Jungkook was so fond of him.

“Just fucking swallow your pride for once, Jungkook, she deserves that much at least”

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The visits to museums, lakes, memorial parks or places similar to such, didn’t allow you to explore the cities you were in. There was never enough time and the whole tour was in a constant hurry. Today though, the situation was different. The guides have blessed you not with one, but two hours to explore the unknown city all by yourselves. Everyone was visibly excited, happy to finally have some free time with their best friends.

“We will meet here at 16:00 sharp, understood?” Mrs. Montero yelled, her voice an uncomfortable noise to your ears. Instead of investigating the city, she’d probably go to a nice restaurant with the rest of the form teachers. The class eagerly anticipated a picture of her expensive meal in the group chat.

A loud ‘yes Mrs.’ was the answer of your class and just a second later, everyone scattered in different directions. Such a big crowd of students was confusing and you chaotically looked around, trying to spot your best friends. How and why do you always lose them?

“Looking for someone in particular?” Marie threw her hand around your shoulder, wide smile on her face. Her appearance was a surprise, and Marie laughed at the way you flinched.

“Yeah, you and the rest of the cult” Was your reply, eyes continuing to wander around, searching for Jackie and April. Marie turned you around in a swift motion, the two of you now facing a completely opposite direction. April was making her way towards you, iPhone in hand as she seemed to type a message. Jackie on the other hand, was far away, talking to one of your male classmates.

“Is that William?” You questioned, head turning to look at Marie. Her attention wasn’t on you, rather on the pair that were now exceptionally close to each other. She had her jaw relaxed and tongue prodding her cheek.

Ever since last year, Marie had the biggest crush on William. If asked, the female would claim that she doesn’t like him anymore, although that was far from the truth. She’d occasionally mention his shiny black curls and chocolate eyes, her eyes staying on the man for a second too long whenever he passed by. Your best friend liked tall and well-built men, and William delivered just that. She truly wasn’t to blame.

“Shouldn’t you be talking to him?” You asked, a cheeky smile on your lips.

“Me? Ridiculous. Why would I? He doesn’t interest me anymore” Marie answered, attention finally averting to you. Her pupils constricted upon falling onto your form, giving her feelings away.

Not saying anything else, you wondered what they could be talking about. You supposed that Jackie will tell you once back, and you silently anticipated her quick return.

One thing that also piqued your interest was where’s Jungkook. William and Jungkook are best friends, usually inseparable, yet the other half was nowhere to be seen. Now that it was paid a piece of thought, you hadn’t seen Jungkook since yesterday. Normally, you’d feel his eyes whenever, but today that wasn’t the case. It was either because the lectures today had been interesting and immersive, or he was avoiding you.

Just an assumption that Jungkook began avoiding you, didn’t sit well in you.

“Guys!” Jackie’s voice sounded from behind. It appeared closer and closer with each passing second and you supposed that she’s running towards you. Her tone was cheerful and loud, indicating that the news she carried were good ones.

“William asked if we’re interested in hanging out with their group” Jackie continued, now in a crouching position as she tried to stabilize her breathing. The group looked between each other, then back at William who was heading somewhere, steps slow and head shaking.

“He specifically asked if we could bring Marie with us” Oh this fucker. That was a game-winning move. William knew how to play and get what he wanted.

“We are going!” Marie exclaimed and with her chin held up high, walked ahead of others. Then, abruptly stopping, she turned around, confusion in her eyes as she spoke: “But where to?”

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You weren’t sure if he’d show up, but then, how could he not?

Marie entered the restaurant first, hips swaying left and right as she tried locating the five frenzied men. It wasn’t a hard task, for she had always been great at finding the curly boy at any given circumstance. Besides William, sat Felix and Yongliang and on the other side, Jungkook and Jesse. All men turned around and waved, smiles on their faces.

You dared to look at Jungkook, but it surprised you when you noticed him already looking back. Jungkook’s eyes never let go of yours, they were clear, warm even. Instead of smirking like he usually does, Jungkook showcased a beautiful pearly smile. He looked different.

Much to Jungkook’s surprise, but also luck, you sat right beside him. There were quite a few things you wanted and hoped to address if there was a chance.

Once everyone was seated, the waitress approached and took the group order with a smile on her face. It wasn’t easy to decide on the types of food all of you wanted to try, because everything seemed delicious. The drinks though, were pretty easy to pick, most of them being alcoholic beverages and juices that were served immediately.

Noticing that the table was swallowed by noise as others began discussing an intriguing topic, you turned to face Jungkook again. His dreamy state hasn’t changed, big deer-like eyes meeting yours instantly.

“You’re being way too obvious” Whispering through teeth, you pretended to be looking at the beautiful decorations of the restaurant. The words seemed to strike Jungkook with incredible force, throwing him out of balance and making him confused for a moment. Way too obvious? Was he?

Regaining his posture quick and raising one eyebrow, Jungkook directed an intrigued look to you. “Am I now?” He questioned, only hoping that your statement wasn’t implying on what he thought it was.

“Mhm” You nodded and smiled. Just as you were about to say something else, William threw an amazing joke, making the whole table laugh. Jackie took the chance, and replied with another joke, the laughter becoming that much louder. The more you listened, the more you wanted to record this moment. The only problem being-

“Shit! I forgot my phone!” You exclaimed; a bit too loud for your liking. Everyone turned around and silence swallowed the whole corner up. You hated situations in which the attention was completely on you as they led to quick and thoughtless reactions.

“Sorry guys I uh, have to head back to the bus, I forgot my phone I- you come with me” Without much thought or even reason, you pulled Jungkook up and began heading out. If the boy had any complaints, you didn’t manage to hear them.

Walking on what you supposed was the road back to the bus, your hand still held Jungkook’s wrist. No words nor glances were exchanged, but a thousand thoughts rushed through your troubled mind. Why have you impulsively brought Jungkook with you? Why wasn’t he complaining? But more importantly, was this the right way back?

Jungkook followed in suit, his thoughts clear. If he were to describe his state of mind right now, it would’ve been heavenly. The man watched your legs furiously stop forwards; head hung low as if you were pulling some big weight. You looked irritated and his heart screamed at him to relieve you.

“Hey?” Jungkook spoke up and stopped in his tracks. His halt had you losing balance and tripping over your own feet, body beginning to fall. Thankfully, Jungkook reacted fast and pulled you back into his strong chest. His hold felt strong and safe. Like a place you’d run towards to find solace.

The two of you looked at each other for a few long seconds. Jungkook had the chance to witness the way your gaze changed. It seemed to shift from annoyed and troubled to calm the more you looked at him. Jungkook didn’t know why, but he silently wished to be the reason behind that change.

“What’s troubling you?” The male asked, voice soft and quiet. You could smell the cherry bubblegum as Jungkook spoke, his breath fanning over your face.

“Many things” For all you know, you could’ve walked to a completely another side of the city. Without any input from Jungkook, how would you have known? Your tired legs began to hurt so you looked around for a bench to rest. Fortunately, there was one just a few meters away, and you broke free from Jungkook’s hold just to run towards it.

“Well, I’m here to listen if you’re willing to talk” Jungkook said once he caught up and sat beside you. The silence that enrolled allowed your thoughts to fight with each other, mind suddenly having trouble with processing all of the information. Jungkook watched your posture, shoulders tense and back bent, wondering if a hug would make you feel better.

“Are we even heading in the right direction?” A pitiful laugh ended your question. Jungkook shrugged with his shoulders but was quick to take his phone out and check the map. After tapping a few times, he turned the device around, showing you it’s screen. There was a smile on Jungkook’s face as he spoke.

“We aren’t, but we aren’t far away from the right path” The sticker at the bottom of the screen said that there were 20 minutes of walking to your destination. Sighing and nodding, you thanked him and looked away.

A certain question has been troubling you recently. You silently hoped that you’ll have enough confidence to ask it when the time’s right. Somehow, this moment seemed like the perfect chance and you wondered if it was worth taking.

“Jungkook?” You whispered. Fuck it. Curiosity killed the cat anyway.

“Yes?” Jungkook replied, sitting just a tad bit closer than before. He couldn’t hear you well enough. The way you voiced out his name was as if it was dangerous to do so, as if it was prohibited. The man didn’t like it one bit.

“Last night, what did it mean?” That wasn’t what you wanted to ask. You repeated a different question inside of your head a thousand times, yet still managed to mess it up. Did you even want to hear the answer to this question?

“It means that you owe me an orgasm” That wasn’t what Jungkook wanted to reply with, either. Just after the words left his lips, did he realize how horrible they sounded. Jungkook hoped that you weren’t getting the wrong idea, but it was hard not to when it came to words like these.

“Oh. Deal” Although his answer was disappointing, you refused to let it show. What you replied with might’ve as well been an empty promise, a white lie or plain meaningless words. Either way, you still felt somewhat indifferent. Jungkook on the other hand, felt his heart skip a beat. It meant that you’d be in his arms again, no matter for how long.

Sitting for a few more minutes on the bench, you noticed how comfortable Jungkook’s presence felt. As if Jungkook was someone you’ve known your whole life. It was a pleasant surprise, one that lifted the corners of your lips upwards in a shy smile.

Suddenly, the sound of a stomach rumbling filled the tight space around you. Missing lunch is taking its toll, ruining the atmosphere and probably embarrassing you in front of the other.

Not long after, a noise of tin foil was heard. Turning around, you watched Jungkook rummage through his black backpack. The male pulled out what looked like a sandwich wrapped in foil, immediately handing it over to you. Unsure about the situation, you proceeded to hold it, breathing in the beautiful smell it gave off.

Jungkook proceeded to take another sandwich out and zip the bag back up. He looked at you with an unreadable expression upon seeing the first one intact.

“Won’t you eat it? I thought you’d be hungry since we’re missing lunch right now” Jungkook spoke, getting ready to take the first bite.

“Oh, this is for me? Thank you!” You chirped happily. The sandwich was so good that it was comparable to the ones mom makes at home. There was enough of everything you liked and the beautiful buns were melting in your mouth. You ate with a satisfied heart and hummed at the beautiful taste, all while Jungkook’s heart grew bigger with each bite.

“These are heavenly! Did your mom make them?” Asking with mouth full, for a moment you forgot about manners. Once realizing the mistake, you turned around and put a hand over your lips, heat rushing to your cheeks. That was unflattering.

“I made them!” Jungkook exclaimed, happiness and excitement seeping from his words. The other never looked this happy before. A compliment from you gave him enough confidence to apply for a chef straight away. That’s how proud he felt.

The surprised look on your face was enough evidence of shock. Pointing at him and mouthing ‘really’, you only got another confirmation from Jungkook. Hell, you’d sign up to get these sandwiches every morning if it were possible.

Once finished, Jungkook prepared to throw the foil balls in the trash as if he were playing basketball. Murmuring ‘this one’s for you’, Jungkook tossed the first one and missed. “That was intentional” He said.

“Wow fuck you, Jeon” You exclaimed with a smile, watching how the other’s expression turned pouty. The man tried once again, but upon missing for the second time, ended up giving up. Jungkook threw the trash normally, grabbed your hand and walked forwards.

“Let’s go get that phone of yours”

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Back at the hotel, when dinner was over, students began heading towards their rooms to prepare for the disco. April picked the first thing that she looked at (which surprisingly ended up being an extremely tight dress), while Marie and Jackie took more time. Unfortunately for them, you weren’t feeling well after eating, a sudden stomach ache preventing you from going. Of course, they nagged at you for a bit, told you the sickness will go away after a couple of shots, or perhaps after you meet Jungkook.

That made you laugh.

Because you’ll be meeting him anyway tonight.

“You sure you’ll be okay on your own?” April asked, crouching beside you. She reached out into her bag and handed you a CD. The group carried a few movies, but with how little time everyone spent at the hotel, there was little to no chance to watch them. Thankfully, someone will finally have time to spare for a movie now, or at least April thought so.

Reassuring her that everything will be okay, you sat up on the bed, ready to bid goodbyes. April gave you a quick kiss on the cheek, before joining Marie and Jackie who only waved from the entrance. With a smile, you waved back, wishing them lots of fun.

Immediately after the door closed, you jumped up from the bed and began rummaging through your luggage. Although there were many cute outfits you wished to wear, none of them could do tonight. Less is more this time.

Somewhere at the bottom of the carriage, an oversized caramel hoodie came into view. A voice inside of your head seemed to scream ‘perfect’. Picking it up and pulling it on, you noticed that the hem reached the middle of your thighs. Were shorts necessary underneath this? Fuck it.

Looking at the reflection in the mirror, you swirled in a circle, satisfied with the way you dressed. Glancing around for anything that might’ve been forgotten, your eyes fell on the movie CD. It still laid unopened exactly where it had been left, and for some unknown reason, you picked it up and carried it out.

Pushing the card underneath the mat once the entrance was locked, you headed towards Jungkook’s room. Thankfully, it was right next to yours so it didn’t take too long to reach.

Knocking a few times, you wished for Jungkook to open fast. Yet, when the door finally opened, it wasn’t Jungkook who you met eyes with. It was William, his face as shocked as the one he was currently looking at. William was evidently heading out, all dressed up, and you only struck bad luck. The boy wore a black shirt with top buttons unbuttoned, and black pants, probably aiming to blend in with the environment of the disco.

“Uh, yes?” William spoke up, after what looked like forever of silence. What exactly was he asking? You didn’t know. Although it took you another eternity to answer, the other was, fortunately, a patient man. He leaned on the doorframe with crossed arms and listened, eyes firmly locked on your face.

“Hi,” You answered, an awkward smile lingering on your lips, “is Jungkook there?”

“Yes, would you like me to call him?” William replied, thumb pointing back inside. You nodded, whispering a quick ‘yes please’, after which the man was immediately turning around and walking away. There was loud shuffling from inside and soon, Jungkook was before you, a white towel wrapped around his waist.

There was just enough time to inspect how the god before you looked. His honey skin glowed, almost reflecting the light from above. Droplets of water fell from the wet locks, then traveled the long distance over his torso. Jungkook’s abs appeared much more prominent than before, muscles firm and tight. His v line peeked from under the towel, teasingly calling out for you.

“You’re here! Welcome!” Jungkook exclaimed, holding the cloth with one and waving with the other hand. Waving back, you glanced over Jungkook’s shoulder, noticing the way William shook his head while looking at his best friend.

“I think I’d die of boredom alone, you’re a life savior” Jungkook added, voice intentionally louder than before. The look you were given told you to play along, probably to throw William off whatever he was thinking about. Thankfully, picking up the cues has never been hard for you.

“I even brought a movie!” Chirping, you lifted the hand that held the said object. As you did so, the hoodie rose up to expose your naked thigh. Jungkook gasped and took a step closer – shielding you from William’s gaze.

“You have Netflix here” The man said, voice calm and collected, but there was still a small smile on the corner of his lips. William knew exactly what he was talking about.

“No! We-” Jumping in defense, you were about to deny any of his suggestions. Unfortunately, William began making his way out before you had any chance to speak up. He walked past Jungkook, giving him a certain type of look and whispering something that sounded like ‘please just not on my bed’. Jungkook smirked at that.

“Whatever, see you” With that, William walked through the door. For the first time, his eyes trailed your whole body. Rising his eyebrows and looking at Jungkook, William watched how Jungkook’s facial expression changed. The other frowned and immediately pulled you inside, away from any unwanted glances.

Once inside, Jungkook’s lips immediately landed on yours. Both of his hands came up to your cheeks, holding tight as if you were going to disappear. Jungkook was kissing you passionately, as if it was his last kiss. Swarmed by emotion, your arms locked behind his neck, allowing more contact that both of you craved.

When your lips parted for a quick moment, you stood quiet before the other, taking in how breathtaking Jungkook was. Dark brown locks, although parted, fell over his forehead in beautiful waves. Reaching upwards, you moved the strands away from his eyes hurriedly. Jungkook’s irises shined; pupils big with a clear reflection of you in them. The man wasn’t doing anything, but your heart skipped a few beats.

Jungkook smiled, hand lowering to take yours, as he began walking towards the bedroom. He closed the door behind and sat down on one of the beds. Jungkook was quick to pull you onto his lap, fingers creeping underneath your hoodie and caressing each patch of skin available.

Noticing the CD still in your grasp, Jungkook retrieved one of his hands and leaned in to place it on the bedside table. Instead of pulling back, the man rested his chin into the crook of your neck. Your chests were pressed together, the quiet beat the two hearts made was a soothing noise.

Then, as if Jungkook finally remembered the reason behind your visit, he gripped the hem of the caramel hoodie and spoke, voice low and strong.

“You’re walking around in underwear only, princess?” Gosh, the pet name. They never appealed to you as much, but it’s only because they weren’t from Jungkook. Now that his lips whisper and burn them into your skin with every sensitive touch, you find them as charming as ever.

“Only for you” You leaned forward and whispered the words into Jungkook’s ears. He visibly shivered.

“Yeah? Only for me? What else is for me?” The man smirked, fingers back on their old path They spread such warmth that for a moment, you thought your skin was burning. The temperature was just enough to rise beautiful tension to a higher level. The moans you made was music for Jungkook’s lips and he wished for you to never stop. His fingers lifted the hem of your hoodie up, and in an instance, it was thrown on the floor.

“Tonight, everything’s for you” Neither of you expected such a statement. Slight surprise was evident on both faces, and time stopped for a little while. It was as if you’ve leaked nation’s top secret. The moment was beginning to get awkward fast, and if it wasn’t for Jungkook’s upcoming move, you’d visibly cringe.

He pressed you harder into his chest, scared that you’ll disappear. There were so many things he could’ve replied to you with, but kept silent. If he asked for your heart, how would you have replied?

Jungkook swallowed his unspoken words and flipped you over. A sigh escaped your lips as you clung on to his shoulders for support. The man retouched all the bruises he made, restarting the healing process and reminding you once again of who you belonged to. The red patches turned purple again, the sensation of his tongue on your skin oh so sinful.

Without waiting for the other to ask, you reached behind and unclasped the bra, throwing it away in an unknown direction. Jungkook gasped, lips immediately latching onto one of your nipples, while he worked the other with his long fingers. He pinched and pulled on it with little force, already accustomed to the things that made you whine.

Jungkook was impatient, but more so eager to explore the places he wasn’t able to last time. Therefore, his lips continued kissing down your body, coming close to the place where you wanted him the most. The light kisses Jungkook delivered to your stomach tickled. He laughed upon witnessing you trying to shy away, intentionally continuing his ministrations.

The man then hooked his point fingers inside of your underwear and lifted his gaze to meet yours. That was his silent ask for consent and you were extremely surprised about how much he cared. Jungkook too, couldn’t remember when was the last time he was so careful with someone.

When you gave him a quick nod, the cotton was off and away from your skin. Jungkook took one quick moment to take the sight in. You admired the way the other looked too; broad, muscular shoulders, prominent collarbones you were yet to leave marks on and a beautiful torso that ended with a (still) half-covered v-line.

Finally, the temptation was deemed too much, as you sat up to untie Jungkook’s towel, watching it fall to the ground. Jungkook’s expression turned surprised while looking downwards, seeing that you’ve gotten your peek before he planned. Sparing a quick glance, your eyes widened in surprise.

Jungkook had a beautiful dick. It was just the right length and probably thicker than what would be considered average. A prominent vein ran down the full expanse of it, and you reached out to run a finger over it. Just as you were about to wrap a full hand around his cock, Jungkook took it into his and pushed you back onto the bed. He was quick to hold both of your wrists up above your head.

“They stay here, alright?” Somehow, Jungkook’s voice became even lower, a slight rasp evident. You loved to tease and rebel, but the way the man was looking at you served as a warning that it wouldn’t be a good idea. Being a good girl for Jungkook sounded much better anyway.

The feeling of his lips on your womanhood was indescribable. Electricity ran through your whole body, shock after shock whenever his tongue passed your clit. His two fingers came up to open your outer lips, tongue prodding deeper than before, wet sounds filling the small space around. It was random figures his muscle trailed, once it were eights, then tight circles or flat lines.

When his fingers came into play, prodding into your entrance, you thought you’d lose it. He tested the waters first, pushing one finger, noticing how you’d contract and coat his digit with sticky arousal. When the second finger came in, Jungkook hissed. You were extremely tight and the stretch was another burning sensation.

“You’re so tight, baby. Does it hurt?” Jungkook checked, fingers stilling.

“It’s only been a while, don’t worry” You reassured him, head falling back after the actions of his fingers were resumed. Jungkook’s fingers sped up, they worked fast, sloppy and wet sounds becoming louder and more arousing. The high began to form in your stomach, coming closer to exploding with each thrust of the digits inside of you.

Through the tightening of your walls and ragged breathing, Jungkook managed to catch on. One second, one push was enough to push you over and you were so close-

Jungkook pulled his fingers out, much to your dismay. A scream of desperation was ripped out of your throat, a disappointed look on your face, to which Jungkook chuckled. He climbed up, bringing his glistening fingers to your lips. Obeying, you parted your lips and sucked on his fingers, tasting the salty arousal. Jungkook didn’t allow you to think about the taste for long, for his lips were on your fast.

Fortunately, and surprisingly, Jungkook slid down again, hands prying your thighs further apart. Although you were denied of your high, one touch of his tongue was enough to bring it roaring back in an instant. In just a couple of flat licks, the coil snapped and exploded into a powerful orgasm.

Your shaking hands moved from their previous position, flying to Jungkook's head to steady yourself. A scream echoed through the room, probably even sounding through the walls. Jungkook seemed to love the reaction, working his tongue through your high with a smirk on his face. When the oversensitivity hit, you shied away from Jungkook, sitting up and pushing his head away.

“You moved your hands, sweetheart” Jungkook noted, eyebrows raising in a warning manner. For a moment, you felt nervous, unsure of what the other would do. But this was Jungkook, the man that proved a thousand times that whatever he did was to make you feel good.

“Should we do something about it?” He asked, eyes never once leaving yours. In this position, Jungkook looked quite intimidating. He obviously liked being in charge in the bedroom, which woke up the bratty need inside of you. This was a game for two.

Putting your hands on his shoulders and pushing him back swiftly, you climbed onto Jungkook's thighs, straddling them. The man looked surprised, but was interested in playing along. He tried sitting up, unfortunately with no success. Jungkook could use his hands to lift you up from his thighs but decided not to. He wanted to explore all sides of you, and this one was proving to be quite intriguing.

Your right hand traveled lower, soon in contact with his cock. Jungkook's breath hitched upon the first contact of your warm hands with his skin. A loud and long moan made its way to your ears, Jungkook's head thrown backwards, neck completely exposed.

Taking the chance, you dipped downwards, lips latching on to his exposed and prominent collarbone. If this man was allowed to leave a bunch of bruises on your neck, you were allowed to give one back. It will be easy to cover, but something told you Jungkook won't even try to do so.

Once the purple mark was on his skin, you proceeded to slide off Jungkook's lap and kneel on the ground between his legs. Jungkook rose up, wondering what you're doing. Then, he leaned towards you and lifted your body up. You were thrown back on the bed, a confused look in your eyes, but a wide smile on your lips.

“Next time okay? I don't think I'll last if your mouth comes anywhere close to my dick” Jungkook's voice was sincere, but there was a teasing smile on his lips.

The man pulled away from you for a moment, rushing over to his bag and pulling out a foil packet. It was ripped in an instant, the sound too loud in a quiet room. Jungkook managed to roll it on his cock quick, already positioned between your legs. He looked at you for a moment, trying to find any kind of uncertainty, doubt or even regret. Fortunately, there was none. Throwing one of your legs over his shoulder, Jungkook positioned himself at your entrance.

“Please tell me if it hurts” With that, he bent down and kissed you. His kiss served as a distraction from the sudden stretch of your walls. The pain was bearable, pleasure already beginning to replace it. The tightness of your walls that gripped his shaft made Jungkook close his eyes and breathe heavily. He was giving you time to adjust, holding back from immediately pounding you into the bed.

Once buried to the hilt, Jungkook smiled. Your eyes were glassy, but there was a smile on your features as well. Jungkook grew accustomed to the warmth around his member, but the need to move was beginning to grow. Giving him a curt nod, the man lowered his hands to your hips and pulled out.

A ruthless pace was set from the very beginning. Jungkook wasn't showing any mercy, his cock driving in and out from your walls with great speed. He was hitting just the right spots, his hips rolling in the most alluring way. Your hands were spread on the bed, gripping whatever they could find because Jungkook was pounding you with such force that the bed moved with every thrust. Whimpers kept spilling through your open lips, creating a beautiful melody for him.

“Yeah? Is this cock is making you feel good?” Jungkook asked. Not trusting your voice, you nodded furiously, head thrown backwards and back aching from the bed.

Jungkook was having none of it. His hand came up to your face, gripping your jaw and forcing you to look at him. The hold was extremely tight, fingerprints becoming embedded in your skin.

“You’re going to answer me when I ask you something, baby” Despite his sharp thrusts, Jungkook's voice was clean. Clean, rough and dominant.

His other hand latched around your leg and found its way to your clit, rubbing quick circles. Jungkook made the mistake of looking downwards, immediately noticing how your heat swallowed him. His cock was glistening with your juices, a new layer coating it with every entrance. With every move, Jungkook felt the sloppy walls contract, hugging him just as tight as before.

Aided by a sudden confidence boost, you grabbed the hand that was on your jaw and moved it towards your exposed neck. Jungkook smirked, fingers enveloping your throat and applying slight pressure immediately. The action made you lightheaded, eyes abruptly rolling back. Your breathing was quickening, hips going out of control as the stimulation from both his cock and fingers became too much.

“Who’s making you feel this good?” Jungkook questioned.

“You!” You screamed, voice broken and raspy. The sensation was so good, you were so close, and electricity just kept sprouting throughout your body. His fingers on your clit sped up, just awaiting that one moment for you to unfold.

“Who?” He repeated, timing the question with your upcoming orgasm perfectly.

“Jungkook!” Your body rose one last time, the grip on your neck tightening just a little bit as stars flashed before your eyes. Jungkook was still pounding into you, enjoying the feeling of your walls spasming around him.

Not long after, he pulled out quickly, fingers coming to wrap around his base. The man was preventing himself from cumming, and although you weren’t sure if you could go on, there was will to at least try.

Jungkook waited for you to calm down, for your chest to stop heaving and vision to come back. Once he deemed you woke enough and ready to continue, Jungkook flipped you over, ordering to hold on all fours. Standing on hands and knees, you spread your legs, waiting for what’s to come.

He didn't wait for long, his cock pushing through and immediately hitting the right spot. The pace hasn’t changed, and you noted that Jungkook was a fan of rough and fast sex. His balls slapped your clitoris with every thrust, awakening a completely new sensation.

“Fuck, this ass, holy shit” It wasn’t surprising to hear and feel a sharp slap to you behind right after his words. The hit stung, but it stung in the most pleasurable way. Wiggling your butt at him earned you another slap.

“Baby likes spanks? What a dirty girl you are” Jungkook said, palms soothing the red marks on your flesh before striking again. With each blow, your body jerked forward, eyes closing to stop the unreasonable tears from escaping. The count reached ten before Jungkook was done. Reddened cheeks underneath him became Jungkook’s favorite sight instantly.

Soon, the wet sounds and the feeling of your pussy were building Jungkook's high too. His hand came up to the side of your head, pushing it carefully but with great force into the mattress. Your ass was now perched up, back ached even more than before as you took Jungkook's shaft deeper.

“Maybe you're not my baby, but my filthy little girl” Jungkook noted. You felt that this man was holding back on his vocabulary when you wanted nothing less than the worst.

“A bitch” You breathed out, barely audible, but oh he heard you.

“I guess you are” He confirmed, now feeling a bit more confident. “My. Little. Bitch.” With each spoken word, Jungkook pushed in, only to pull back awfully slow. You felt his cock twitch slightly inside of you.

“O-only for y-you” You groaned, wanting to boost the man further.

“Only for me. Should I let my little bitch cum? Or is she not satisfied yet?” Jungkook's love for dirty talk was showing incredibly fast. The man had an incredibly foul mouth and the words although sinful, sounded oh so beautiful.

“P-please let me cu-cum” Whining, you reached behind to rub your clit. Alas, Jungkook was having none of it. His hand found yours and pushed it behind your back.

“Whores don't deserve to touch their pussies” The man suddenly leaned down over you, his voice right beside your ear. “Only. My. Cock. Understood?” Each word was punctuated by a hard thrust, and upon the last one, your arm and legs gave up and you screamed. Jungkook was quick to hold you, but his orgasm wasn't any less further away. With you in his arms, both of you fell down on the mattress. Quiet moans of your name echoed through the room. The pulsating of his cock as he filled the condom up with cum prolonged your high and the feeling of bliss for just a bit longer.

Once the highs were over, Jungkook pulled out carefully, oversensitivity hitting the both of you. He took the condom off, tied it and put it in an empty box of cookies before throwing it away. The sound of water running in the bathroom only lasted for a couple of seconds before it disappeared. Jungkook came out and hurriedly walked towards you, holding a towel that dripped water down on the parquet floor. You laid on the side, exhausted on his bed. Although your eyes were closed, you felt the dip in the mattress as Jungkook sat down.

You felt a warm towel being dragged all over your body. The feeling was beautiful, tired muscles finally relaxing. Jungkook washed every detail of your skin thoroughly before reaching down to your womanhood. He made sure to clean you up well from any remains of arousal before proceeding to dress you up.

Truthfully, this wasn’t expected from Jungkook. His hands held you cautiously, putting a clean pair of his boxers on you, before sitting you up to help with the hoodie. Your eyes were half-open, barely seeing anything as Jungkook managed to get your head and hands through the holes of the soft garment. Once done, Jungkook cleaned himself up quickly, putting on boxers and baggy grey pants, then laid next to you.

No words were spoken between the two of you. Silence wasn’t awkward, but rather pregnant. Jungkook was an arm length away, maintaining the distance. He wasn’t sure what was going through your head, just like you weren’t aware of his own thoughts.

Something made you look in Jungkook’s direction. Upon turning around, you witnessed Jungkook’s beautiful side profile. He had a thoughtful look on his face, a frown playing on his lips.

Jungkook noticed you looking, though. When your eyes met, it was a collision. Two different worlds clashing together and merging into one. Suddenly, you crawled closer to him, Jungkook extending his arm for you to lay on. Your head was positioned on Jungkook’s shoulder, hand spread on his chest and body leaning to his side. His breathing became quicker, and it was possible to hear his heartbeat. Jungkook was about to speak but sighed instead and only tightened the arm that was around your body.

What seemed like an eternity later, your eyes caught on to the clock that peacefully ticked above the entrance? It showed 00:30, turning to 00:31 after a blink. Letting out a puff of air, you sat up, much to Jungkook’s dismay. You were about to leave when Jungkook’s hand grasped your wrist.

The look on his face after you turned around was of pure panic. Jungkook looked desperate, eyes tired and entreating a silent plea. You waited for him to say anything, the anticipation now more uncomfortable than the silence.

His voice was toned in a way you’ve never heard before as he said the following words,

“Please stay a little bit longer”

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AN: Oh my god. Now when I wrote the first part I didn’t expect it to ‘blow up’ and holy shit did it surprise me. Seeing so many people like something I’ve written is still unreal. Thank you from the bottom of my heart. I took my time writing this part, just to make sure that I’m satisfied with how it turned out and hopefully, you are too.

Somehow, I cut this part from 9k to 7,8k words, realizing that 1,2k more words might be a tad bit too much. Don’t worry, no important parts were deleted (just my unnecessary over-description hah)!

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