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alphabetboyluvr · 9 months

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landslides - 001 | goldrush - jjk

part title credit: goldrush - taylor swift

everybody wonders what it would be like to love you... i can't dare to dream about you anymore... it never will be...

pairing: officeworker!jungkook x female reader (coworkers)

premise: jungkook asks you to dog sit over chuseok. he doesn't ask you to steal the empty spaces in his head, the dreams he's yet to have, nor the idea of you always just being 'you' to him - and yet, like a thief in the night (with his own damn dog as your accomplice), you do.

warnings: fluff more than angst, but it's not clean cut - there's also a touch of smut. office worker jk, fuck boy (but kind!) jk, mentions of his workplace escapades, oc is dating mingyu (yay), oc sorta fancies jk (boo), solo masturbation (m), vivid thoughts of shagging (jk is a perv! wow! unlike me to write him as randy bastard!), lots of facetime calls, oc and jk are fundamentally flawed as a pairing, genuine friendship, daddy kink? ig? but like kinda sweet?, jungkook has a complex brain house and you've been banished to his annexe!! he also has a thing for claw clipped hair lol

wordcount: 6.8K

note from holly: so... i dogsat (? idk if thats a word) for my friend last chuseok and this was the result hahahaha. my friends dog (boba <3) is so tiny and small!! but i've always been a big dog girlie so bam was fun to write. i really love this one and have recently found all of my old notes from around that time detailing the rest of the couples lives, so pt. 2 is in progress.

minors dni // cross posted to wattpad

Bam notices the storm roll in before you do. His ears twitch, head lifting from its rested perch on his paws.

“What’s up, baby? Hey?” You coo, his sudden shift obviously prompted by something. His snout begins to twitch, too, and his bottom lip shakes as a small growl vibrates from his throat. His eyes are on the window, stalking the clouds as they roll past. “Hey.”

You sit up a little straighter to lean forward and scratch behind his ear. He leans into it, but doesn’t take his eyes away from the sky.

“You see the rain, huh?” You hum, looking between the pup and the window ahead. You can’t place it yet - it’s too far in the distance - but you find yourself coming to sit beside him. He doesn’t lean up against you like he usually does. Just continues to lightly growl.

There’s no threat behind his noises, no malice - he’s just shouting back at the thunder you can’t hear. When you see a bolt of lightning flash in the distance just beyond the city skyline, you know that it won’t be long until Jungkook’s apartment block is drenched in the weather.

It’s just gone midnight when he calls. His face is a little puffy, smile a little lopsided.

“Hey Bammie,” he coos into the camera. You’ve got it angled down to where the pup is resting his head on your knee, peacefully unwinding after his long walk. Bam doesn’t stir at Jungkook’s voice, so he tries again. “Bammie?”

The way he elongates his puppy’s name is sweet - a tone of voice reserved only for his most trusted companion. He sure as hell has never spoken to you like that.

“Sorry, bud,” you say as you lift the camera up to your face. He’s pouting. “I don’t think the vibrations sound the same through the phone.”

“I miss him,” he says not even caring to acknowledge your thought process. “Is he okay? Was he good on his walk?”

“He’s all good,” you smile. “Best boy in the world. None of the other dogs you mentioned were down at the park, so it was just us two.”

He nods into the camera and purses his lips. “They might all be away. Visiting family.” He rolls over in his bed and lets out a yawn. “How’s the apartment? Got everything you need?”

You nod back. “All good. Might have eaten my way through your cheese stash already. I’m gonna shower then head to bed in a minute.”

“Make sure you leave the bathroom door open a little,” he says. “He’ll whine if not.”

“Will do.”

“Thank you,” he says. “I really appreciate you doing this. He hasn’t been too much work, has he?”

“He’s good as gold,” you say as you switch to the back camera. The view is serene, and Jungkook’s lips instantly settle into a smile. Bam is up on the sofa with you, snuggled against your lap. The skyline twinkles through his window, the reflection of his mood lamp obscuring some of it - but he’s quietly pleased that you’re using it. It’s how he normally winds down, too. Main lights off, galaxy on his ceiling. Must make Bam feel a little more at ease. You go to scratch behind his ear, and he huffs a little, all content and cosy. “Thanks for asking. He’s never too much work. You trained him well.”

“Hmm,” Jungkook hums. “Could have trained you a little better, though.”

He laughs when you switch the camera back to your face, mouth open, brows knitted together. “Me?!”

“Yes, you,” he grins now but tries to hide it; to restore the stoicism to his face. It doesn’t work. “What did I tell you about the sofas?”

You purse your lips together as if you’re not smiling. He’s got you there, admittedly.

“Look, he’s just so cute!” Despite the fact you’ve turned the camera back onto Bam, Jungkook can tell you’re pouting. “How could I say no?!”

“Easily!” Jungkook laughs. “That’s how he became so well trained! I leave for one night and-”

“Shuuuush,” you laugh, and when the camera switches back to you, Jungkook can’t help but let his smile persist. You look tired, and so does he, but there’s something about the call that has made you forget all about the fact you were planning on going to bed soon. “My swamp now. My rules.”

“My swamp,” he protests, but the look on his face is so saccharine that you can’t take him seriously. He thinks the same could be said for you. “Anyways, it’s late. Go get your shower. If you need more towels, there are some in the cupboard by the boiler. Don’t forget to turn the vent on - it’s the switch next to the light.”

“Alright, will do,” you nod and then yawn. Bam pricks his head up. “Hey baby,” you speak to him. “Did I wake you?”

“Show me him.”

You switch the camera around to where you’re scratching at Bam’s ear. He leans his head into the scratch, thoroughly enjoying it, your long nails far scratchier than Jungkook’s. It’s not the same - Jungkook is far stronger, so is a little rougher which suits Bam just fine. Still, he likes your scratches better than no scratches at all.

Jungkook whines. “I miss him.”

“He misses you, too. Want me to call in the morning?”

Jungkook shakes his head. “We’re up early tomorrow, heading over to Haedong Yonggungsa in the morning. Probably be up before you. Send me pictures though.”

“Will do. Night, buddy.”

“Night gremlin,” he smiles, and then begins to coo. “Night Bammie. Daddy misses you.”

He wishes you wouldn’t look at him in the way that you do when he says that; lips turned upwards at the very corners, dimples pressing into your cheeks, eyes bright.

“Shut up,” he says, but you’re already laughing.

“Daddy.”

“I am his dad!”

“Daddy.”

“Oh my god, fuck off,” he laughs. “Have nightmares, gremlin.”

“Sweet dreams, Daddy.”

“Fuck off!”

You hang up before he can protest your taunts any more, though he does text you one final ‘fuck off,’ and a reminder that you can bolt his front door if it will make you feel safer.

His apartment is in a high-rise, and his neighbourhood is far nicer than yours. You do the bolt up regardless, and think that it’s sweet that he considered your comfort enough to remind you about it.

Bam sits by the sliding door of the bathroom, the tips of his paws just teetering over the line of the door frame. He rests his head on his legs, snout angled towards the hallway. It still makes you feel a little weird. You don’t really want a dog watching you shower, even if he is a dog and has no real understanding of what’s happening - so you turn your back to him and just reassure yourself that Jungkook showers with the door open wide.

It’s a funny thing, to think about your co-worker’s showering habits. Not one that you’ve ever thought to indulge in before - but Jungkook would go ballistic if he heard you refer to him as your ‘co-worker.’ You’re friends. Pretty good ones, at that.

You’re level players at your company; earn the same wage, hold the same rank. There’s not really any competition between the pair of you - you work in different departments - but are often paired together when the two sections merge for joint projects. You make for a good team.

Over the years, you and Jungkook have also learned that you’re a highly capable team when it comes to playing beer pong against your colleagues on Friday nights, and at the mixed-doubles tennis tournament that your company insists on you participating in every year. It’s either that or be on the Christmas Party Planning committee, and you know which you’d rather do.

Thinking about tinsel in August? No, thank you.

There is however one crucial flaw to your partnerships: how you live your lives. How you manage your money.

See, Jungkook is frugal. He makes big investments - his apartment, his cars, games consoles, Bam. Doesn’t spunk his cash away on the small shit. His apartment is in the heart of the city, only a few floors from the very top. He gets a birds-eye view of the world around him. You don’t even want to imagine how much his deposit cost.

Probably more than you have in your savings. You do spunk your cash away - on the small shit, no less. Clothes, cafes, that sort of stuff. Nothing that holds permanence. It frustrates Jungkook to no end. He thinks you could have a better life if you just used your money wisely - but you’re happy in your slightly cramped apartment, happy when the serotonin of a shopping spree boosts your mood, happy when you’re laughing with your friends over coffee and cake.

You wouldn’t be happy if you felt restricted. You think that Jungkook is.

He disagrees. He has enough in the bank to buy whatever he wants. He has financial freedom.

But there’s a difference. You’re both free in your own ways.

It’s for that reason you’d never work as a couple. Would infuriate one another far too much. Everyone who is close to you both knows this; how badly suited you would be. They’ll joke about all of the women in the office trying to get their mitts on Jungkook - even the married ones - but not you.

It’s funny because they’re right. Everybody wants him.

He collects stars from their eyes and accumulates them in his own. The girls blush and giggle about how he looks at them with galaxies, but they don’t realise what a thief he is. Don’t realise he’s stolen their shine, and incorporated it into his own. A spotlight follows him, and you enjoy watching the show unfold with an amused grin whenever a new secretary catches his gaze for the first time.

It’s not intentional. You don’t think Jungkook realises he does it. In fact, he hadn’t realised that it was such a pattern of behaviour until the midnight squalor of a dive bar had you talking about office conquests, and how the photocopier room had seen his bare ass more than it had seen toner changes.

“Shouldn’t shit where you eat, Jeon,” you’d grinned.

“Firstly, that’s a horrible phrase - and secondly, it takes two to tango. They’re just as much to blame as I am.”

But they’re not. He’s the only repeat offender.

“And anyways,” he had deflected, sinking down the final dregs of his beer. “Don’t act like you’re some kind of saint. Everyone’s fucked a colleague at least once.”

You’d just raised an eyebrow.

“You’re telling me you haven’t?”

“Like I said - shouldn’t shit where you eat, Jeon.”

Now, if he’d have said housemate, you would have folded. Downed your drink. Ordered a repeat round.

Something about a shared space - domestication - really gets you. It’s joint laundry loads, shared dinners, movie nights; grocery shopping, D.I.Y. furniture, arguments about who gets the bigger room. More often than not, it never matters, ‘cause you just end up staying in theirs.

You live alone now. After the third time, you knew better than to let yourself fall into the trap once more.

He learns about your affliction a few months later, and goes on tease you relentlessly.

In fact, he mentions it when he propositions you a few weeks before Chuseok. You had both spent the last couple of holiday periods overworked, slogging through the festivities. For the first time since either of you can remember, your workload has eased up.

You’ve already told him you’re planning on doing sweet, sweet fuck all. You’ve told your family you will be working, because you just want to finally breathe for a while; stay in with a tub of ice cream and your favourite films. Speak to no one. Do nothing.

“I’ve got a favour to ask you,” he had said as he approached your desk before the end of the day. It was a Friday, but you weren’t heading for after-work drinks with the usual suspects like you typically did. You had a date, instead. A third one with the same guy - Mingyu - which felt like a miracle. Even Jungkook was a little shocked that the poor guy wasn’t sick of you.

“Go on,” you had mused as you checked over your to-do list for the following week.

“You gotta promise me something first.”

“Promise you what?”

“That you won’t fall in love with me.”

You’d swatted him away the ruler on your desk, and told him to get his head out of his ass. “Been able to resist your charms this long, Jeon. Give me some credit.”

“It’s only ‘cause you know I’d reject you, you little gremlin.”

“I thought you wanted a favour? Funny way of going about it.”

“Sorry, sorry. You’re right,” he had conceded with an apologetic smile. “Forgive me.”

“What do you want?”

“How would you feel about potentially staying at mine over Chuseok to look after Bam? My parents want us to head down to Busan for the weekend and see relatives seeing as I’m finally free and know it’s a big ask but I-”

“Oh my God, yes?!” You had smiled so wide Jungkook thought you might fracture your jaw.

You love Bam.

In fact, he might just be your favourite thing about Jungkook.

Occasionally you walk him with Jungkook on the weekends, when you’re both hungover and need to get out of a slump. You’ve grown up with pets, but moving to the city in your early twenties to pursue your career meant apartment living.

You’re a rural girl deep down, and would never want to keep a pet in a high rise.

Jungkook manages it, but he goes home at lunchtime to walk Bam during the winter. In the summer, when it’s too hot, he goes home at lunch regardless, to lounge around with Bam under the air con.

Sometimes, you go with him. Bam is always pleased to see you.

Jungkook lied and said he asked around because he didn’t want to inconvenience you.

Truth is, he wouldn’t have trusted anyone else with his baby. He’d never spent a night away from Bam. Hated the idea. Despised it, in fact. He would have just taken Bam with him to Busan, but didn’t think it would be fair to force him on the journey from Seoul.

Over in Busan, when Jungkook hangs up, the conversation isn’t over. It continues in his head.

“Hey, wait…”

“Mhhm?”

“You just… look nice tonight, that’s all.”

He thinks you’d blush. Would tell him to lay off the soju. Accuse him of getting too drunk for a family get-together. He’d let you. Would take the beating of your false accusations, because it would be far easier than admitting he’s not had a single drop.

He thinks of the hug he’ll give Bam when he gets home; how wild his tail will waggle, how he’ll jump all over the place, and how you’ll be giggling. In his mind, you’ll be smiling just as wide as he is.

You’d stay for dinner. Jungkook would order from your favourite place to say thank you. Bam would snuggle up to Jungkook - on the sofa - and you’d be on the other side, stroking his back. He’d be happy. Bam, not Jungkook. But also Jungkook. Hopefully you, too.

When the time would approach for you to go home, you’d offer to help. Rinse out the containers. Hair up in a claw clip, t-shirt off your shoulder like it so often is.

Jungkook doesn’t notice, but his hands begin to trail down his body as he thinks of you. His phone is still on his chest, rising and falling with every beat of his heart. The tips of his fingers stroke against his skin.

He thinks of you laughing with him about something inconsequential. You’d flick water in his direction when he’d make some joke at your expense. It’d all be in good humour.

But then he’d flick some back at you, and water war would break out. Bam would run excitedly between the pair of you, Jungkook chasing you around the kitchen island with wet hands - and you’d do the exact same back. You’d flick water over the counter, tap still running and he’d call you a gremlin.

There’s a smile on his lips as he thinks of his. His hands roam further south. He’s ticking at his abdomen. It’s nice. Feels calm. He likes to engage his senses when he thinks of scenarios like these. Makes it feel more real.

But then he’s thinking of your shirt and the fact it’s white.

And then he’s imagining catching up with you, holding you captive as he angles the tap towards your face. You’ll be shrieking and scrambling to get away, Bam by your feet, Jungkook laughing.

He’d relent, but only enough for you to twist to face him.

Jungkook’s fingers are by his thighs. Stroking. Caressing. He’s avoiding his cock. Knows it’s firm. His index finger spreads to his balls. Teases.

And then he thinks of your body pressed against his torso, your ass to the counter.

You’d both be soaked.

He’d look at your lips. Look in your eyes. Feel your chest against his. He’d swallow hard.

It’s at this point he forgets about Bam in the scenario. It’s just you and him.

His palm rests over the length of his cock. Presses down. His hips roll.

He’d tell you that you’ve made a mess. You’d tell him to clean it up. His heart would be racing. So would yours.

And it’s funny, because his heart actually is. It’s beating so fucking hard in his childhood bedroom, that he thinks his parents must be able to hear it through the walls.

He’s in a far-too-firm single bed, but in his head, he’s with you in his kitchen.

He begins to grip his cock, long fingers wrapping around his shaft. He pulls up. Pushes back down. Says your name. Whines.

He doesn’t even really realise he’s doing it.

Just thinks about you.

Thinks about the way it would feel to sink his lips into yours; the first bite of a forbidden fruit. Thinks about that quick tongue of yours, and if it would be just as quick to find its way into his mouth. Thinks about your manicured nails that Bam loves so much, and how they’d scratch against his scalp instead. Thinks about the way his hips would rock against you, kind of like they are now; pulsing beneath his duvet.

His mind jumps. Skips the foreplay. Doesn’t mean to - but the thoughts are intrusive. Insidious. Insatiable. He can’t help it.

He pushes up into his hand. Pauses. Waits out the feeling. Retracts. Repeats.

In his head, it’s you that he’s pushing into.

The sensation is entirely different, granted, but - fuck - he hasn’t gotten himself off all week and hasn’t had sex in far longer, so it all feels the same to him.

He hasn’t worked out the mental logistics.

His imagination is jumping from the kitchen to his bedroom and then back to the kitchen again. Can’t decide where all of this is happening - and then suddenly, he finds himself railing you in the utility room.

You’re perched above the washer, held in place by him. He can smell the laundry detergent. He’s got spotlights in the room, but they’re turned off. Only lights from the hallway and the city skyline illuminate you.

It’s obscure. The shadows in his head conceal you a little. He’s gripping your waist beneath your shirt. The baby gate which keeps Bam out of the laundry room is closed.

You’re not talking, just fucking, fucking, fucking and -

“Fuck,” he whines, hand is jerking at his cock, heart rate stuttering.

He shouldn’t be thinking about you like this.

Shouldn’t let his mind jump again to a point where you’re fucking naked, and your sodden shirt is on a pile of yet-to-be-done laundry.

But then it jumps again, and one of his towels is on the floor. He’s laying down, back against it. The same position that he’s in now in his childhood bedroom - but he’s thinking about you. The silhouette of your body. The warm curves of your body. The way you bounce on his cock and then-

Oh god, it’s torture the way his cock throbs. Pre-cum leaks from his tip as his speed builds. It’s just a fantasy. Nothing more nothing less. But it’s you. And then he’s thinking about pulling you down for a kiss, and the scent of your perfume and the way you’d moan into his mouth and then his legs are shaking, torso tensing.

He’s taking it too far. Too fucking far. You. Fuck. He can’t. But he doesn’t stop. Just keeps going. Fucks his hand like it’s your pussy.

He’s pulling himself closer, closer, closer, and then he thinks about your voice, and the way you called him Daddy, and he can’t help himself. The pressure that releases in his stomach is catastrophic. Jungkook mewls your name. Calls you baby. Unloads all over himself. White hot cum paints his belly. Seeps into his belly button. Makes a mess of his hand as he coaxes the last few ropes out. It’s been a while since his last nut, but the amount he produces is not fucking normal.

It rolls down the side of his toned torso, Jungkook swallowing harshly as he tries to regulate his breathing. He doesn’t think he can. Doesn’t know what to do with himself. Just kind of lays there. Curses. Knots his brows together. Is frustrated with himself.

You’ve been friends for years. He’s never done anything like this before. He chalks it up to nothing more than him just being a little too horny for his own good. Cleans himself off. Puts his phone on charge. Berates himself for being a piece of shit. Spends a good ten or so minutes staring at the ceiling with an empty head before he falls asleep.

And it’s funny, because when you wake up in the morning, panties damp, the dream you had about Jungkook railing you in his own damn bed, you find yourself looking across the space where he usually sleeps. You reach ouch. Stroke the emptiness. Curse. Spend the rest of the day unbearably horny. It frustrates you. Makes you snappy with Jungkook when he calls.

He asks if you’ve seen Mingyu. You tell him no. He says maybe you should - but makes sure to add, “He’s still not allowed in my apartment.”

“I’m not gonna bring anyone into your space, Jungkook.”

It’s something he knows, and something he trusts you not to do, but he’s still reinforcing boundaries. Making sure that there are still some left. He thinks that if he pushes you closer to someone else, it will sort his brain out. Alleviate him of the guilt that he’s feeling.

But you don’t see Mingyu.

When Jungkook calls again that evening to find you walking Bam alone, he’s pleased. Doesn’t want some guy you’re fucking anywhere near his most prized possession. Bam, that is. Not you. But now that he thinks of it, he finds he doesn’t want Mingyu anywhere near you, either.

“Good day?” You ask, voice a lot lighter than it had been earlier.

Jungkook nods, but he doesn’t really smile. “I miss Bammie.”

You pout. “He misses you too. He’s gonna be so excited when you get home.”

The camera switches to the back camera so he can watch Bam bound along the path. He’s on his lead, snout sniffing in all the flowerbeds. It’s dark out, but there are enough lights on the trail for him to be able to see clearly.

“How is he? Eating okay? Going to the bathroom okay?”

“Eating like a champ, and producing shits to confirm that,” you say flatly. It’s definitely your least favourite part of animal ownership - but the reward is so much greater than having to pick up shit off a sidewalk.

“That’s my boy,” Jungkook grins, before turning his focus to you. “You all good? Seemed a little stressed earlier.”

Jungkook’s expression doesn’t change when the front camera flips back to you, but he finds his heart racing again. When you turn your head to check the car that’s driving past, he notices your hair is up with a claw clip. Just like it was in his… thoughts about you the night before. He likes how attentive you are - how you checked the source of the noise. You’re protective. Follow your instincts. Thinks you’re the best person he could have asked to look after Bam.

“I’m all good,” you say, and you really are.

“I know it’s not exactly the relaxing Chuseok you were planning-”

“Jungkook, it’s fine,” you smile. “It’s been nice. I like Bammie far more than I like you.”

“Understandable.”

You both smile, and Jungkook begins to babble about his day, telling you stories about his parents, and his weird cousin who never knows when to not say inappropriate things, and the aunt who keeps trying to set him up with all of her friends’ daughters.

“Don’t shit where you eat,” you remind him. “Sounds too close to home. Your auntie would never be out of your business.”

“I know, I know,” he rolls his eyes. “And hey - it’s been, like, a year since I last did that! Cut me some slack, gremlin. Anyways, Mingyu works in our building. You’re basically shitting where you eat.”

“I’m actually… I think I’m gonna cool things off with him.”

“Oh?”

“It’s like not a big deal. I’m just not really feeling it.”

“I’m sorry.”

“No, you’re not.”

“No, you’re right. I’m not,” Jungkook admits, but is sombre as he does so. He remembers how happy you’d seemed after the first few dates. “But I am sorry that you haven’t found the right guy yet, gremlin.”

“Who knows, maybe I’ll find the love of my life at the dog park tonight.”

“You are not allowed to use my baby as a flirting tactic.”

“No?”

“No.”

“Too late - I’m already here and there is an absolute DILF. Byeeeee.��

“Wait, no-”

You hang up before he can finish, with a grin on your face to rival a Cheshire cat.

The park is empty. Not a single DILF in sight. You ignore his call when he rings back. Will let him sweat it for a bit.

Jungkook lies awake that night.

Doesn’t do much.

His family are still chatting in the sitting room, but he can’t draw himself away from the sanctuary of his own private space, where your voice is still echoing around the room. He’s starting to understand why you’d been craving your space so much for the holiday period.

He doesn’t wanna have to return to the room with a false smile, and a feeling in the pit of his stomach that could rival the ache of getting the ferry across Busan harbour during monsoon season.

Doesn’t want to form cognitive thoughts that distract him from his mindless reflections of you.

Jungkook’s mind works like a house, and right now he’s in the annexe.

He rarely ever goes in there.

Finds he gets too comfortable and neglects the rest of the house. He’s got a garden to tend to, a kitchen to clean, and beds to make - but why would he leave the annexe when it has everything he needs? He’s comfortable there.

It’s normally reserved for the hyper-fixations he’s trying not to fixate on. He locks them away. Hasn’t really visited since he got hooked on GTA5 when he should have been studying for the University Entrance Exam. It’s still there, and he knows better than to pop it in his games console - but there’s someone else on the couch, now. It’s not just him in his mind-annexe. Someone’s in his space. He daren’t let himself go further into the room.

In fact, he’s desperately trying to jump across to the main house. Get himself out of the thoughts that are gonna consume him. He needs to close that God damn door.

But he watches the figure like a car crash. He’s scared. Unable to look away.

Not for fear of it being a monster hidden in the depths of his mind.

Quite the opposite, actually.

Monsters don’t wear their hair up with butterfly-shaped claw clips, or let the clasp of their necklace trail down their spine like that. Monsters don’t twist their back out of habit just to make it click. Monsters don’t spend their days doodling in a journal like the figure on his couch is doing.

But you do.

An iteration of Bam rests up against Jungkook’s leg in his mind, nose wet, tail lightly wagging, so he puts his hand on his pup’s shoulder for comfort. To support him. To guide him away from the annexe and back into the damn main house.

“C’mon,” he says to Bam, expecting him to leave. Expecting him to follow his commands.

It’s his head, after all - but Bam doesn’t heed his commands. Instead, his claws click against the hardwood floor and towards the figure on Jungkook’s couch. A palm outstretches, and Bam leans into it. Hums in content as a set of dark nails scratch at his ear.

“Hey, baby Bammie,” the figure sings and Jungkook knows that voice. Knows it so well that it’s hardly a surprise it’s embedded into his brain so perfectly.

And he knows.

He knows if he lets the person turn around exactly who it’s gonna be. He knows that he can’t let it happen. He won’t.

Because he and you are friends; nothing more, nothing less. Incompatible at best. A match made in hell; so wrong it could never be right.

Jungkook sits up. Shakes his head. The world in his mind tears away into darkness. He stands and tells himself to get a grip before joining his family. He needs the distraction. Needs to have cognitive thoughts. Can’t let himself get trapped. Can’t let him kid himself into thinking that you’re anything more than his friend.

It’s just cause he’s missing Bam, he reasons. Emotions are getting all mixed up. It’s the affection he feels for his beloved best friend that is getting misplaced onto you - although, if he thinks about it (which he won’t (knows better by this point (knows his mind can’t be trusted to behave))), he’d realise that you are his best friend.

It’s unfair to compare you to Bam because you’re an entirely different species, but there’s no other human he likes better than you.

One more day, and he’ll be home. One more day, and he won’t have to call you when he’s all sleepy and confused over his feelings. One more day, and things will be back to normal. One more measly day.

And then he’ll be reunited with Bam, and he won’t have the stress of family or thinking about the week of work ahead to contend with.

One more day. He can do this.

He will do it. Will barrel home at the speed of lightning; will stop only for red lights and maybe the occasional gas station snack, potato spirals on a pointed wooden skewer and deep-fried chicken slathered in a sauce he can never quite figure out the recipe for.

He’ll think about picking you up some bungeoppang - the ones filled with choux, not red bean paste - because he knows that you adore it so. There have been occasions when you’ve begged him to drive you out of the city to the large gas station out West just so you could have bungeoppang from one specific stall.

The signage is faded, and the prices haven’t changed since 2009, but that’s how you know it’s the good shit. A family recipe batter passed down for generations. The woman who makes it is always the same, and though she never remembers you, you always remember her. Beam so brightly Jungkook thinks he’s going blind whenever you spot her.

It’s only because of that one time you’d showed up with the sole mission to retrieve some of the delicious delicacies, only to be confronted with a handwritten ‘closed today, back tomorrow’ note taped to the menu. You never know when the next family emergency or trip out of town might be for your beloved bungeoppang-making Ajumma.

It’s a little after midday when Jungkook’s car rolls into the gas station. He’ll be home soon.

He tells himself that he’s just doing as he always does. Will get his tornado potato. Wolf it down. Go back for some chicken, maybe some tteok.

He’s stayed out of the annexe today. Doesn’t even think about the doorway because he knows the magnetic pull is far too strong for his cobalt heart.

Had ignored your call this morning - sorry, just saying goodbye to everyone. will see you later. - and had pushed all thoughts of you to the side. He’s even tried to stop thinking about Bam because thoughts of him will inevitably lead to thoughts of you and Jungkook is getting dizzy, quite frankly. It’s like he’s chasing his tail, never knowing when to admit defeat.

At least Bam gets enjoyment out of it when he does it. All Jungkook gets is lingering feelings of remorse.

But as he hits the home straight, a small paper bag full of choux bungeoppang cooling down on his passenger seat, his head starts to clear. He’s fixed the lock on the gate that leads to the annexe. Won’t go down that path.

Jungkook arrives ahead of schedule. Parks his car, and doesn’t tell you he’s arrived. Leaves his bag in the boot of the car, but picks up the pastries from his passenger seat.

Opens the door of his apartment quietly. You don’t hear it. Are too busy dancing around the living room with Bam to some mid-noughties classic.

“Hey,” you laugh a little breathlessly as finally notice him. He’s leaning against the wall. Is wearing his glasses, to make up for the long drive. You think it’s a crying shame he doesn’t wear them at work, too.

“Was I interrupting something?”

“No, not all,” you say. There are deep creases below your eyes, testament to the size of your smile. “Me and baby Bammie-” you reach over and stroke at his sides, a little rough and tumble, but perfectly joyous “- were just burning off a little energy before you got home.”

Jungkook crouches, arms outstretched for Bam. The puppy knocks into Jungkook’s chest, legs all moving slightly out of coordination, excitable whines sounding in his throat. His tail wags so fast you think he’d be able to produce electricity if he really tried.

They match each other’s energy; delirious happiness, content only when in one another’s presence.

“Hey buddy,” he coos. “Daddy’s home. I missed you. Missed me too, hey? C’mere.”

His strong hands stroke Bam’s sides, and you watch how playful they both are with unadulterated awe. It seems absurd how similar the two of them are; man and his best friend.

“He was lost without you,” you confirm.

“It’s that right?” Jungkook pouts as he scratches behind Bam’s ears, cradling his face in his hands. “Did Bammie miss Daddy?”

Bam barks. Yes.

“Hey, I’m sorry, boy. I’m home now, though. Daddy’s home.”

Yes, you think. Yes, he is.

The night dissolves much like Jungkook thought it would. You stay for dinner. Watch crappy entertainment shows, and laugh at how absurd people can be. There’s warmth in his apartment, even though he hasn’t turned the heating on.

“You’ll never know how much I appreciate this,” Jungkook says softly as midnight approaches. Bam sighs. There’s rain on the windows, but the storm doesn’t bother him tonight. Not in the slightest. “Thank you.”

Your head shakes. Smile perseveres. “Happy to do it. You know how much I love Bam.”

Silence wraps around your words like a velvet bow, pulled taut. There’s no double knot, but there needn’t be. It isn’t unravelling any time soon.

“So,” you change topic. “How long do you reckon it will take the new secretary to fall in love with you? I’m thinking maybe four days.”

Jungkook wants to make a joke; tease you about how your mind jumped from how much you love his dog, to the idea of loving him. Not you loving him, granted, but it only took a few electrical signals between neurons for you to get there. Must associate him with love pretty closely.

“Four days? Far too quick.” Jungkook pauses. “You’ve been staying here for four days. Reckon that’s an appropriate amount of time to fall in love with someone?”

He’s being facetious. It’s all in jest and yet you feel your heart beat a little faster. Only for a moment. There’s a mild concern in your features, fearful that he can somehow sense the thoughts you’ve been having; the fantasies, the daydreams, the moments of weakness.

You look at him with eyes he doesn’t recognise. Your lashes are low. Sultry, even. Suggestive. Teasing.

And then, they roll.

“Jeon, you have those poor girls on their knees within a single ‘hello’. Don’t act like you don’t know it, you big old flirt.”

“If Bam wasn’t so peaceful, I’d kick you,” he mumbles, stroking at the dark fur behind his pup’s ear. Bam sighs, content to have him back. There’s a smile on Jungkook’s lips. Both are perfectly content. Both are happy to be with the people they like the most in the world.

“He’d just defend me,” you taunt. There’s a serenity to your jokes, and light-hearted banter that means nothing more, nothing less than just enjoyment of one another’s company. “I’m his favourite now.”

Jungkook laughs. Scratches a little firmer behind Bam’s ear. “You hear that, boy? Gremlin really thinks you’d choose her over me.”

You pull your torso back. Turn your body to face his. Let disbelief wash over your features, as if Jungkook saying shit like that’s a surprise. The movement alerts Bam, his head lifting, the chain links of his collar rattling. He looks over to you, then back to Jungkook.

“He LOVES me.”

“I thought dogs are supposed to take after their owners, though?” Jungkook teases. “And I can’t fuckin’ stand you.”

Your playful shock dissolves into narrowed eyes and a suppressed grin. Bam’s looking at you again, so you cup his dainty face and scratch the underside of his jaw. “You hear that, baby Bammie? How are you so lovely when your Daddy is such an asshole?”

Jungkook’s steady gaze lifts to you from Bam. You’re still cooing at the puppy, scratching beneath his snout, but Jungkook’s back in that damn annexe again. He isn’t smiling - but his eyes are unbelievably soft.

So, so velvety. Like satin, maybe; ribbons tied around ponytails. Brushed cotton, perhaps; his still-warm bedsheets fresh out of the tumble dryer.

Soft, like he imagines your hair would be; released from its claw clip, falling around his face. Soft, like he imagines your lips would be; pressed against his, in the privacy of his bedroom. Soft, like he imagines your laugh would be; soundtracking the living alarm clock that is Jeon Bam, as he bundles onto Jungkook’s bed at just gone six-thirty the following morning.

But then you look up at him, and his stare is hard. Still sparkling, yes - but diamonds, not stars. Concrete speckled. Pennies tossed in an empty well; the steel bolt of his door which keeps the outside world at bay.

Hard, like he imagines your teeth would be; tugging on his bottom lip in the shadows of his bedroom. Hard, like he imagines your nails would be; leaving a trail of ruby red sin down his back. Hard, like he imagines your laboured breaths would be; lips resting ajar against his, your very essence pouring into him as he pushes into you.

Hard. Soft. Confusing and conflicting, and just so unbelievably him.

“What?” you question, bemused by the way his demeanour changed. “‘Daddy’ really gets you, huh?”

“Does fuck all for me,” he says with a little temperance, but there’s a smirk on his lips. His tongue runs along the inside of his cheek.

A few have tried the moniker on him, but it never fit well. Would fall from their lips and crash to his bedroom floor. He’d just kiss them to shut them up.

But you… You have him reconsidering. Have him a little hot beneath his sweats.

It’s not really the idea of being your Daddy, but the concept of being one full-stop that has him adjusting his legs slightly. He’s a man of big investments, after all. No greater investment than starting a life with another person. He likes the idea of it.

Makes him think of you talking with a toddler - I’m not sure, baby, go ask Daddy -and the pitter-patter of feet across the hardwood floors of his apartment. Makes him think how gentle you are with Bam, and how wonderful he knows you’d be with a kid. Makes him think all kinds of shit he’s never let himself indulge in before.

When he goes to bed that evening, and his sheets are seeped in the scent of your perfume, he thinks of it all over again.

Thinks of you.

And realises he can’t think about you without his heart racing, any more.

The door of the annexe in his mind is broken, now. Off its hinges.

And apparently, so is he.

Shit.

#byholly #jungkook fanfic #jungkook fanfiction #jungkook angst #jungkook smut #jungkook ff #jk ff #jungkook x reader #jungkook imagine #bangtan fic #officeworker!jungkook #fuckboy!jungkook #f2l #hi bam!!!!#ian #jungkook fluff

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angel1cjules · 24 days

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apple pie

"i'll never let your tears cause rain" summary - just jk being so gentle and consoling oc with his demeanor <3 word count - genre - just pure fluff <3 and consoling warnings - oc is a bit of a crybaby, jk is so big on kissing, whiny reader, snuggling a/n - here's something for you guys while i finish writing forbidden love pt.5!! masterlist ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥��♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ You watch as the rain outside gently falls upon the glass windows, coating them with its purity. You glance at the clock. 5:30pm it reads. You get up and decide to bake Jungkook an apple pie when he comes home. You march over to the fridge and grab some apples and start slicing them. You see that Bam's sitting at your feet as you slice them, hoping for a slice. "Oh Bammie. You'll obviously get one cause you're such a good boy" you say as you toss a piece to him. Bam quickly gulped it down and went back to the couch to sleep. Once done, you follow a recipe to bake an apple pie. You gently fold the pastry dough over the apple filling and put it in the oven. A rustling sound from the door makes you flinch and look towards it. "Hey love" Jungkook greets you as you ran to him and hugged him. "Someone missed me hm?"he teases as he hugs you back. "I did. And I'm baking you an apple pie!" you announce. "Ooh! Let me see" he says as he ducks down to the oven and peers at it. "I tried." you add. "Looks good, love." he appreciates. You reply with a shy smile. Bam runs over to his daddy and wags his tail. "Oh look, there's my good boy!" Jungkook praises Bam by petting his head.

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An hour later, you and Jungkook wake up to the sound of the smoke detector going off. You rush to the kitchen just to see the smoke coming out of the oven. Your eyes fill with tears as you attempt to rescue the pie but it's of no use. The pie has turned into a lump of charcoal.

Jungkook comes in to find you crying, your head on the marble counter between your hands. The 'pie' being placed near you. "Oh love... It's fine darling, we all make mistakes." He tries to console you, taking you into his arms.

"I-I can't even bake a stupid apple pie!" You manage to say in between your sobs. "Baby, it's fine! I'll buy you an apple pie right now." Jungkook offered. You bring yourself to face him, eyes staring at his pink, rosy lips.

Jungkook doesn't miss the chance and kisses you. Without breaking the kiss, he carries you over to the couch. You break the kiss in search of air.

You plant your head onto Jungkook's chest as he orders you an apple pie and ramyeon. "Let's Netflix and chill yeah?" he suggests with a smirk plastered across his face.

a/n: my first drabble eeeeeeeere

#jungkook #jungkook fic #jungkook smut #jungkook fanfic #jungkook imagine #jungkook x reader #jungkook x you #bangtan #jeon jungkook

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brandons-wife · 1 year

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Okay so I got a few people saying they wanted me to write headcannons for bam, so whilst being bored, I got to writing and produced this.

What a day with Bam is like

Word count: 837 words | female pronouns/character | fluff | explicit language, only a few words |

(Its the fact that the skateboard hits him in the head for me lmao)

Bam would usually wake up earlier than you, just so he would wake you up by violently jumping on the bed and hitting you with the pillows. He'd also rip all the blankets off you too.

After getting up, you needed to shower and you'd tend to ask bam if he'd want to join. After this mornings shenanigans you figured you'd mess with him.

"Hey bam, I'm off to shower.. want to join?"

You immediately hear him drop everything he was doing and yell "Hell yes I do!!"

You wait for him to get all the way to the bathroom door just to say "well too bad" and slam the door in his face and lock it.

"NOT funny y/n!!"

You knew from that response you were in hell for the rest of the day with him, but you'd be lying if you didn't think it was absolutely hilarious.

After showering and getting ready for the day you head downstairs to find Bam and the boys planning on doing something for the day. You didn't have too long before Bam grabs you and takes you outside.

Bam wanted to show you a new trick he had seen. He grabbed a skateboard and got busy right away.

You couldn't get distracted or even look away for a minute without him semi-landing the trick and yelling "Y/N DID YOU SEE THAT?! I ALMOST LANDED IT!!"

Once he realized you totally missed it, he would get upset, and start to get frustrated. He would try to over-compensate so he could land it.

Eventually the more and more frustrated he got the more spills he took.

He completely wiped out, and it wasn't a pretty sight. You decided it was time to stop the skating for today.

You run over to make sure he's okay, you kneel down to his level because he's still laying on the ramp.

"Bam are you okay...?"

After taking a second to realize what had happened, he grunts and says "yeah I'm cool, just out of breath"

You check for any abrasions and spotted a few, a decent sized one on his arm.

"Alright bammy, we gotta go get you patched up, c'mon get up and let's go inside"

You try grabbing him but he won't move.

"Carry me y/n"

You burst out laughing, and say "What? You want me to carry you like a baby in front of your friends?"

He gets this offended look on his face and says "uh yes I do, and I don't give a fuck what they think."

"I'll try bam, but no promises"

You try to pick him up, and you struggled but were able to carry him into the house from out in the yard.

You drop him and say "Sorry bam, but you can walk to the bathroom"

You walk away before he can respond but you hear him start to say something but he stopped himself

You get the first aid kit and start patching him up, of course he was complaining the whole time.

All you heard for the next 15 minutes was "OW! That's hurts!" Or "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING TO ME WOMAN! IT FUCKING HURTS!"

When he yelled that you had to cover his mouth and tell him to shut the fuck up and stop being a baby.

From then on he didn't test you after that.

You wanted to do something relaxing and easy, so you asked if he wanted to watch a movie with you.

He obliged, and of course he had to pick the movie.

After spending a good 10 to 15 minutes picking a movie for you guys to watch. You lay down and he decides to come and lay on top of you.

"Bammy I can't breathe"

"Too bad y/n" "Dammit boy if you don't get off the top of me, you'll get no cuddles or attention for the next few days, you hear?"

Once he heard no cuddles or attention, he immediately got off the top of you and shifted himself to only being half on top of you.

You giggled to yourself.

"Smart choice Margera"

He just rolled his eyes in response

You decide to start playing with his hair because you absolutely love his little curls he'd get in his hair.

After doing it for a little bit you had noticed his breathing had slowed and you look down and see him completely asleep, and peaceful.

You grab the blanket next to you and throw it over the both of you.

As you start to get tired you began to think about what tomorrow would hold for you.

As much as he would wear you out with his attitude, craziness and sassiness, you loved him wholeheartedly. You love spending the days with him even though you never really got peaceful moments or many moments of you two being alone together without the CKY boys being around.

As you drift away to sleep, you feel greatful for the little moments.

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Thank you for reading, let me know if you enjoyed this! I think I'll be opening my asks if this does somewhat decent.

#bam margera #jackass #viva la bam #skateboarding

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atths--twice · 1 year

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Chapter Fourteen

Feeling better than he has in a while, Fox is set to relax for the weekend. But, will other plans surface? 😊

Saturday morning, Fox woke up with a smile. He felt light, like a burden had been lifted off of his chest.

Since Samantha had been visiting, he had felt the weight there. As though he had been deceitful to Dana for not sharing his past when she had been so forthcoming with her own. He knew that he should not feel that way, but that did not stop it from happening.

Rising and feeling energized, he made some coffee and toast. Sitting down at his desk, he opened his laptop and began to write, words and ideas begging to be captured in a document.

Not until his stomach growled, did he realize he had been at it for hours. He had been lost in a story, a new idea erasing the book he had been working on entirely. He felt it in his soul that this was the story he needed to write, the characters practically shouting their hellos to him and to each other.

He laughed as he stood up and stretched. Walking into the kitchen, he took out the containers of leftovers, smiling as he thought of Dana being the one who had put them there. Feeling his pockets, he realized his phone was in his room. Cutting a piece of lasagna and placing it into the microwave to reheat, he went to his room to retrieve his phone.

Three messages were waiting when he pressed the home button and he smiled seeing that two of them were from Dana. Unlocking his phone, he opened the message app and read them.

Thank you again for last night. We’ve been talking about it all morning. Ivy had so much fun. She asked me to ask you to please say hello to Oink for her. 😊

Oh also, she left her bracelets there. Could you please bring them to the diner on Monday? She says she doesn’t need them until then because she got another present this morning and will get one tomorrow. Today was rainbow ribbons and tomorrow will be a paint by number set. Shhh…

He grinned as he went to read the other message from Samantha.

Hey, big brother. How was the lasagna? Didn’t eat it alone, did you? I sure hope not. 😉 Anyway, here are the Christmas lists for the boys you had asked for the other day. I swear, I need to just make one list as they want nearly the exact same things, but… They are really into Legos and the book series on the lists. Or anything else that strikes your fancy. 😊

Sammy Bammy, he typed back. Lasagna was superb, as usual. No, I did not eat it alone, I’m sure you’ll be happy to know. Dana and Ivy came over to join me. We talked after Ivy fell asleep on the couch, about Mom and Dad. It felt cleansing to talk about it with her. She’s… well…

He stared at his words, debating whether to keep the last two. Pressing send before he could dwell too long, he let out a breath. It was not as though Samantha did not already know, but it felt different seeing it in a message.

She’s a fan of yours, he continued, writing another message. Loves your product, has for years. So, I’m gonna need another box, because mine seems to have disappeared from the apartment.

He smiled as he pressed send again and almost immediately saw she was typing back, the three dots bouncing as she wrote her response. Whatever he had been expecting, it was not what came through.

A massive amount of smiley faces with heart eyes and ones with hearts around them, along with red and pink hearts filled the reply bubble, growing large before slamming and settling as a regular message. He laughed loudly as he hit replay, watching the message shake and then settle.

The dots again appeared and he waited.

Fox, that makes me so happy to hear. Or read. 😊 I really liked her, as I said, and I can see she’s been good for you. ❤️

I’ll send a box to you asap. I’ll add some new things I hadn’t included for you, specifically for Dana and Ivy. I’m so glad she likes them. Please tell her thank you. And for more than just liking the product. ❤️💕

He grinned as he sent a quick thank you back to her and assurance that he would look at the Christmas lists. She sent back two hearts and said goodbye.

The microwave beeped, reminding him that his lasagna was waiting. Walking back to the kitchen, he checked it and added another minute to the time.

Looking at the sink, he grinned and reached for Oink and then Ivy’s bracelets that had been left behind. Placing them gently around Oinks neck, he snapped a quick picture and opened his messages again.

Hey there, he typed in reply to Dana’s message. Oink says hello and to tell you she will keep the bracelets safe until Monday. She loves the way they look on her and while she knows that Ivy must miss them, she is happy to borrow them for a couple of days. Have a good weekend.

He added the picture of Oink and pressed send, smiling at the sight of the pig sponge wearing so many colorful bracelets. Laughing, he set the phone on the counter and took out the lasagna from the microwave that was sounding a reminder once again.

Sitting down at his desk to eat and continue writing, his phone beeped as he stood up to get a glass of water.

An audio message from Dana made him smile as he pressed play and Ivy’s voice came through the speakers.

“Oink looks so beautiful with the bracelets. Now she’s a rainbow pig. I think she likes them. She’s smiling. See, Mommy? She’s happy.”

“Yes, love, she is happy. Tell Fox and Oink thank you.”

“Oh yeah. Thank you, Fox and Oink. Mommy will bring them to me on Monday and you can wear them until then.”

She snorted loudly and Dana laughed before the message cut off. Fox laughed heartily, shaking his head and listening to it again before walking back to his desk as he double tapped their message and added a heart to it.

Sitting down, he became lost in the story he was writing, chuckling sporadically at the memory of Ivy’s loud snort and Dana’s surprised laughter.

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Sunday, after staying up late lost in his writing, Fox slept in later than usual. Upon waking up, he decided to do something he had not done in awhile and go for a run.

There were many people out already seizing the day to get things done. Shopping for Christmas gifts, meeting up for a mid-morning breakfast, talking and laughing as he ran past.

He stopped for a breather near the water, pacing back and forth as he stood with his hands on his hips looking down at it. A man on a decorated bike rode by him, Christmas music playing from a speaker in a basket. He smiled at Fox as he continued on, the Santa hat with elf ears he wore, causing Fox to chuckle.

Heading back home, he stopped and bought a coffee and a piece of crumbly coffee cake. Walking the last couple of blocks as he ate, and drank, he was lost in thought over the the character’s in his book, their conversations nearly as real as the ones going on around him.

“Fox!”

He raised his head and looked around, finding Dana and Ivy outside his building. Ivy waved excitedly and Dana smiled, as she held onto the handle of a teal blue collapsible wagon.

“Hey,” he said, walking over to them with a grin, throwing out the bag from his coffee cake. “Did I miss something? Did you call me?” He took his phone from his pocket and saw that he had not missed any calls. He looked back at Dana and she shook her head.

“No!” Ivy shouted with a smile. “We’re surprising you! Was it a good surprise?” She hopped up and down and he laughed with a nod.

“It was a great surprise,” he said, glancing down inside the wagon and frowning when he saw its contents. “What’s all this?”

“Well,” Dana said, clearing her throat and appearing slightly nervous. “Ivy and I were talking last night as we sat on the couch looking at our Christmas lights and we both realized something, or rather Ivy did.”

“Oh? What’s that?” he asked, looking at Ivy and then down into the wagon again.

“You don’t have any Christmas stuff in your house, Fox,” Ivy said and he turned his head toward her. “We have lots at our house, but you don’t have anything. Not any Santas or even one snowman.” She shook her head slowly, her face serious and he raised his eyebrows as he bit back a smile.

“Oh, I see.”

“You don’t even have a Christmas tree.”

“You’re right, I don’t.”

“I told Ivy,” Dana said, letting out a breath. “I said that maybe you haven't had a chance yet. Or maybe, because you only moved here recently, you haven’t unpacked yours yet.” She stared at him and smiled softly. “Or maybe… you don’t want to put things out?”

He drew in a deep breath and understood what she was not saying. The concern she had for his feelings surrounding the holidays, the worry in her eyes, made him want to hug her.

Instead, he smiled and nodded, looking back at the wagon full of many large paper bags, a couple of decorative boxes, and a box containing an artificial tree.

“I actually don’t have any Christmas decorations. My sister is the one to have the decorations up at her house. I usually visit her on Christmas and so that’s all I really need. But you know, my place could do with some things. Hmm…” He touched a bag and peered inside, seeing snowmen and a smiling angel. He smiled and looked at Ivy. “These are from your house?”

“Yes. I choosed some that we had set out in our apartment and some from the box we keep in the storage room,” she said, looking in one of the bags. “There’s a penguin that's my very favorite. I thought that Oink might like to meet her.”

He laughed, his eyes flicking to Dana. She was smiling as she looked at Ivy, her eyes shining.

“Well, I’m sure Oink will be delighted to have a new friend. Thank you for thinking of me, Ivy. That was very considerate.”

“Does that word mean that I did something nice?” she asked, looking up at him and tilting her head to the side.

“Yes,” he said, his smile growing. “That’s exactly what it means.” She smiled and clapped as he touched the puffball on top of her pink polka dotted beanie. “Let’s take this wagon full of stuff inside and get to decorating.”

“Yay!” Ivy shouted and threw her arms in the air.

He laughed and looked at Dana again, finding her eyes on him this time, a questioning expression on her face. He nodded and she let out a deep breath as she smiled slightly.

Using his key fob, he opened the door, letting them walk inside first, Ivy chatting excitedly about the rest of the items they had brought over. Falling in step beside Dana, he placed a hand on her lower back and bent his head close to hers.

“Thank you,” he whispered, saying nothing further, knowing she would understand.

“You’re welcome,” she whispered back. He nodded and moved his hand to hold the elevator door open and allow Dana to enter with the wagon.

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“I think it should go here,” Ivy said, climbing up on a stool and setting a ceramic Christmas tree on the counter. “I think that’s nice.”

“Yeah, I like it,” Fox agreed and she grinned at him.

Everything, save for the artificial tree, had been taken out of the wagon and unboxed and unbagged. They had been set on the dining room table and Fox had told Ivy to put the items anywhere she wanted. She had looked at him in disbelief and he had nodded with a smile.

“You get to pick. Wherever you want to put them out,” he had assured her.

She had walked around the table and the apartment, taking her time to make the decisions. Rearranging things at times, she had begun to place items, her eyes finding his and seeking approval. He had nodded encouragingly and she had grinned, nodding as she looked at the decoration.

“Do you want this one by your bed?” Ivy now asked, picking up a smiling ceramic snowman that was holding a red bird on his stick finger. “He’s so happy.”

“Ivy, no,” Dana said, starting to take the tree from the box. “Not the bedroom. It’s fine to have decorations there at our house, but we’ve discussed the bedrooms of other adults.” She looked at Ivy and she nodded seriously.

“I know, Mommy. That’s why I was asking.” Ivy nodded again and Fox smiled, wanting to smooth things over.

“Hey, how about the bathroom instead? Maybe the shelf? Or ohhh, how about in the shower? No one would ever expect to see that when they got in to take a shower. That might make them laugh.”

“Oh! That’s a great idea!” Ivy said, turning to run to the bathroom and they heard her opening the shower door and giggling.

“I told her she shouldn’t go into the bedrooms of adults,” Dana explained softly and he nodded. “For many different reasons.”

“As you should,” Fox agreed, coming to help her with the tree.

“My parents, though they always allowed us into their room, didn’t like us letting friends inside. I want her to have that same respect and not go into rooms she shouldn’t.”

“Completely understandable,” Fox said, nodding his head. “My parents had an open/shut door policy. If it was open, everything was kosher, but if it was shut, you had to knock and be allowed entry. And absolutely no friends were allowed inside at any time.”

“I had friends who let me into their parents' room without any concern, but it always made me feel anxious, like I was doing something wrong. As if I would get caught and be in trouble.” She smiled at him and he smiled back.

“I understand how you feel. I think it’s good that she knows. For all the reasons.” He looked at her and she nodded in understanding.

“The snowman looks good in the shower,” Ivy said, bouncing back into the room with a giggle.

“Fantastic,” Fox said, clapping his hands together. “Now, Miss Ivy… we have the tree out and ready to be assembled, but where do you think we should put it?”

“Right by the window,” she said quickly, running over to stand by the window, as though she had already been thinking about it. “That way when people look at it from other buildings, they will see it shining brightly.” She tipped her back and smiled, her arms outstretched.

“Well, then that’s settled,” he said, bringing over the pieces of the tree and setting them down.

“Wait a second,” he said, snapping his fingers. “What have I been thinking? We need some Christmas music!” He smiled at Ivy and turned on the television, setting it to a Christmas music station and clapping his hands together. “Okay, let’s put this tree together. You keep setting out the decorations, Miss Ivy. Surprise us with your choices.”

“Okay!” she said excitedly and he laughed.

“The tree can be a little tricky,” Dana said, coming to stand beside him. “It’s kind of temperamental sometimes. I pinched myself with it once and had a blood blister for a few days.”

“And you’ve decided to loan it to me? How very kind of you,” he teased, picking up the stand, putting it together, and adding the bottom piece.

“Stubborn things and I go well together. I find the challenge satisfying,” she said, handing him the next piece with a smile and he chuckled.

“I’ll be careful with the remaining pieces. Thanks for the warning.” She laughed and he looked at her with a smile. “Thank you for all of this, Dana. I wasn’t planning on doing anything. Not because of anything other than I just…” He shrugged and let out a breath. “It’s just me here and… well…” He shrugged again and she nodded in understanding.

“I know. I doubt I’d have it all out if it was just me. Well, maybe just a few things, as it’s my favorite holiday, but also…” She shrugged and smiled again. “It’s fun with kids around. Allows you to have a large collection of snowmen without people questioning or judging you.”

He laughed as he nodded and added the next piece of the tree. The top was handed to him and he smiled at her as he caught sight of Ivy waving a finger back and forth between two Santas. Landing on one, she grinned, picked it up, and walked into the kitchen. He smiled again and shook his head as he carefully added the last piece to the tree.

Finished with it, he went to plug it in and found the cord would not reach the outlet without moving the tree or requiring the use of an extension cord.

“Hmm,” he said, moving the tree and plugging it in, but not liking the placement of it. “I don’t think I have an extension cord. I’ll have to get one later.”

“Or it could stay there,” Dana said as they looked at it, and he shook his head.

“Nah, it needs to be in the window. I like it there too. I’ll get one la…” He broke off as he looked out onto the balcony and then to the dining room table. “There aren’t any lights in the stuff you brought, right?”

“No. Why?”

“Hmm… I think I may need to make a list. Now that I have all this up,” he said, waving a hand around. “I feel like I need to add more. Lights on the balcony, maybe some framing the window in here…” He raised his eyebrows and she laughed.

“I fear we’ve created a monster.”

“Do you want to come with me to find some more decorations?” he asked, feeling suddenly nervous. She smiled slowly and nodded her head.

“I think we can do that,” she said softly and he let out a deep breath as he nodded.

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Two hours later, they came back. Laughing as they took off shoes and coats, they once again unloaded the wagon and set things onto the table.

Boxes of colorful lights were brought onto the balcony and set onto the coffee table. Fox took them out and he and Ivy carefully wrapped them through the slats and around the top of the railings. When he plugged them in, she sighed happily and nodded her head.

They placed them around the window in and outside of the apartment, using little nails to hold the strands in place. He only hit his thumb once, but it was hard enough to bring tears to his eyes as he bit back the litany of curse words that wanted to escape. Dana rubbed his back, her lips pursed tightly together and mirth in her eyes, but she did not laugh.

When everything was done and all the trash was thrown away, they sat on the couch while the winter sun went down. The room was full of the glow of Christmas lights as they ate bowls of the unicorn cotton candy ice cream. It was as sweet as he remembered, but he ate it all the same, smiling as he looked around the apartment.

“It looks really great in here,” he said. “Thank you both for awakening the Christmas spirit in me.”

“You’re welcome,” Ivy said, smacking her lips and wiping her mouth on the napkin beside her.

“How does it feel in here, Ivy?” he asked, smiling down at her.

She looked at the multicolored lights on the windows, the white ones on the artificial tree, and the yellowish lights coming from the small rotating village that sat on his desk. Her gaze traveled to the many figurines they could see, and finally landed on the Santa throw pillow on the couch. His cheeks were pink and he was grinning with a twinkle in his eyes.

She let out a deep breath and laid her head against Fox’s arm, her ice cream forgotten for the moment.

“It feels… revder… rev… reverent,” she said softly and he grinned as he exhaled a breath through his nose.

“It does indeed,” he agreed, just as softly, his eyes on his bowl of ice cream before he looked around again, enjoying the quiet of the moment.

All too soon, reality came calling, however. Dana and Ivy had to get home as Ivy had school in the morning.

Bundling up, they all headed out, Ivy riding in the wagon as Fox pulled it. They played a game along the way, finding Christmas items that started with letters of the alphabet, laughing when they argued over who got them first.

He fumbled with folding the wagon in the lobby of their building and Dana had to take over, teasing him over the ease of it. She took it down to the basement to put it away while he walked Ivy upstairs.

Ivy hopped from one foot to the other as they waited at the front door, talking about school the next day.

“Mondays are fun days. We get to bring things to share and we have extra reading time after lunch.”

“That sounds fun,” he said and she stopped hopping to look up at him.

“That’s why it’s Monday Fun Day.”

“Oh,” he chuckled. “I see.”

“Yeah,” she said, resuming her hopping.

Dana arrived and he said goodnight to them, not wanting to keep them from their nightly tasks. Ivy hugged him tightly and then smiled as she ran inside, calling out her goodbyes.

“Thank you again,” he said to Dana as she watched Ivy. Turning back to him, she smiled with a nod.

“You’re welcome, again.”

“You two have a nice rest of your night. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He smiled and she stepped forward to hug him, letting out a breath as he held her close.

“Tomorrow,” she echoed, her voice muffled by his coat. He smiled and nodded, stepping back and letting her go.

“Goodnight,” he said softly and she sighed as she nodded back.

“Goodnight.”

“Mommy, can I take a bubble bath?” Ivy called and he laughed quietly as Dana sighed.

“Bye.”

“Goodbye,” she said, stepping into the apartment and smiling as she reached for the door. “Yes, you can have a bath.” She waved and he nodded, waiting for the door to close before he headed down the stairs.

His steps were heavy as he walked home, following the same path they had taken. He saw the Christmas items from their alphabet game and he sighed, feeling overwhelmingly alone and lonely.

The warmly lit apartment was cozy and welcoming, but too quiet with just him moving about. He spent some time looking again at the decorations Dana and Ivy had brought over, smiling at the places Ivy had chosen to display them.

In the kitchen, he found the penguin that Ivy had told him she liked best sitting beside Oink. It was an adorable penguin with pink cheeks, wearing a Santa hat, and holding a small lantern in its flippers. Half of Ivy’s rainbow bracelets were now around the penguin’s neck, the other half still around Oink’s neck.

He smiled at the sight of them, before sighing deeply and shaking his head, the silence in his apartment now enveloping him and seeming far too loud.

#the x files #xf fanfic #msr #developing friendship #feeling lighter #sharing the past #happy together #spending time together #christmas lights #christmas tree #sharing the holiday magic #fun and happiness

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joshbruh10x · 9 months

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Hey Im @bammy-writes I just want to say one thank you for relogging my fic and two I love your art! Your one of the main Reason I ship Fazcule

Aww np and ty!!!! <3

The Fazcule isn't really that well known than the other ships on the fandom so finding content of it here feels like finding hidden gold or smth if ya know what I mean :>, like the feeling where I'm not the only one probably hyperfixating on these three

(or ya know, everyone's completely normal about the ship and I'm the only deranged one </3)

#FAZCULE FTW!!!!!#fnaf sb #fnaf ships #fazcule #joshblogs #askjosh

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ideaofheaven · 10 months

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omg can’t wait until you’ve got taemin up in your writing queue!! also can i just say your smut is so tasteful. — 💓

tasteful?!!

that makes me so giddy, anon pls have mercy on me

Taemin and Bammie are definitely in my WIPs!! 🫶

#💓 anon #lovely words💕

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babybammargera · 2 months

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Bunny and Baby Lifeguards on duty

Party boy x fem reader (early jackass era)

You’re sitting on the floor of the van brainstorming ideas for skits with the boys and Jeff. Normally you’d get thrown into something chaotic with Ryan or maybe Ehren but apparently, fans like it when you interact with Party Boy. Jeff looks at you, “How do you feel about doing the lifeguard bit with Pontius?” You shrug and look up from your iPod, “depends on the context. “Tony Hawk just bought a house and the pool is currently empty. And we somehow convinced him to film a bit with Bam, Dave, Steveo, Ehren, and Weeman where they're skating the pool basically slamming into each other trying to skate and you two get to shoot them with paintball guns and look pretty in bikinis. You in?” You crack a smile, “Chris is prettier than me and pulls off a bikini better but I'm down, Bam and Sleepo have been pranking me a ton this week so I'm ready to get them back.”

The next day the crew arrives at the house and everyone is setting up and getting ready. You had already gotten dressed for the day, A black bikini top with the jackass logo on it and short black shorts to match. You touch up your makeup and hair in the mirror then head outside. Pontius bounces up full of energy wearing a full cheetah print bikini with matching bunny ears, “Hey if there's time could you braid my hair in two fishtail braids it's fucking hot.” You nod and sit down on one of the pool chairs Jeff had brought for the bit, “Pigtails?” He settles on the ground between your feet smiling, “You know me so well.” Despite how long his hair is you make quick work of the task and finish them just as Jeff gathers everyone up for filming, “Okay so here's the paintball guns I'll let you two figure out how you wanna introduce the bit but we've settled on Pool of Pain for the name.” he runs to his director's chair and sits down. Pontius strikes a “sexy” pose as Spike starts filming, “Hi I'm Bunny the lifeguard and I'm here with my friend and the true eye candy of jackass y/n and she's helping me on lifeguard duty today at the pool.”You look over your sunglasses at the camera and smile, “This is the Pool of Pain and trust me there's gonna be a lot of it.” You turn as the camera pans to the other boys and nail Steveo right in the leg with a brightly colored paintball. One by one they drop into the pool narrowly avoiding each other at first but then quickly beginning to collide as they try to avoid the paintballs. Ryan is the first to bail scrambling out of the pool tossing the battered-up skateboard he probably borrowed from Bam to the side, “All right I'm out!” You crack up at the sight, “Come on Ry can't take the heat?” He flips you off and lays in the grass. Soon the others follow suit one by one crawling out of the empty pool with various bruises and scrapes splattered with neon paint. Steveo gets close to the camera wiping his face with his shirt, “That fucking sucked dude.” Jeff giggling behind the monitors calls it a wrap. Adjusting your top you glance at your partner in crime for the day, “Ya know if you take away the paintballs it looked pretty fun.” Tony walks by and puts his helmet on your head, “Go skate if you want.” You make a face and set the sweaty helmet to the side before picking up Bam and Steveo's discarded boards, “care to join the party Pontus?” He grins and takes off his bunny ears, “hell yeah!”

#jackass #chris pontius headcanons #chris pontius x reader #party boy #jackass fanfiction #jackass boys #jackass imagine #jackass 2 #jackass 3d #jackass the movie #jackass number two #bammywrites #bammy writes #jackass headcanons

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frankieclone · 7 months

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I put blood sweat and tears into two ehren fics and somehow my drafts got deleted and I have the memory of a goldfish so I don’t remember the asks or the fics. Which sucks bc while I’m not typically a huge ehren fan I do enjoy him and I feel like I’m letting his fans and the people who asked for fics about him down. That being said I will be taking asks again but I will probably stay more towards writing hcs and things like that for the boys I’m not as huge of a fan of or not as familiar with for my own sanity bc it took ages and im upset I lost them.

#bammywrites #bammy writes #like it just had to delete #of course this happens to me

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etherealstarr · 2 years

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𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐈’𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑

01. NAME / ALIAS Miz/Alana

02. BIRTHDAY April 29

03. ZODIAC SIGN Taurus/Dog

04. HEIGHT 5′1

05. HOBBIES videogames, writing, painting miniatures

06. FAVORITE COLOR Grey

07. FAVORITE BOOK Night Angel Trilogy

08. FAVORITE FOOD Escoviche fish, bammy, and festival

09. LAST FILM / TV SHOW Severance

10. INSPIRATION music, quiet

11. STORY BEHIND URL ethereal is another way of saying “ghostly” and ava starr’s last name.

tagged by: @battletrio

tagging: @particlexxdealer and anyone else who wants to do this

#OOC

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southernbell91 · 2 years

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Punishing a Sparrow

Punishing a Sparrow Part 2 of 2

Pairing: Frank Castle/Reader/Billy Russo

Warning: Language, Smut, Brat Behavior, Mild Dub Con?, Mentions of War and violence

Part 1

The ride to the safe spot two cities away took just under three hours, a very tension filled, stressful, silent three hours. Frank had cleaned his blood from his face and set his most likely broken nose while you packed away the computers and equipment, he and Billy stepping away to hold a very ominous looking conversation, the two of them looking back in your direction every so often, once that was done they went along business as usual either acting as if that little incident hadn't happened or you weren't even present.

The moment you pulled up at the safe house you grabbed your go bag and bolted out of the back of the SUV, leaving no room for them to try to speak to you or anything. Making your way into the house you found a room to claim as your own, hoping to shower and catch a few hours of sleep before the other half of the team arrived. Locking the bedroom door behind you, you made your way into the bathroom, the steaming hot shower calling your name.

Stepping out of the bathroom 25 minutes later in your shorts and a t-shirt you shouldn't have been surprised to see Billy sitting casually in a chair in the corner of your room sipping on a beer, his eyes trained on you.

"Frank wants to see you in the living room"

You rolled your eyes, placing your dirty clothes into the bag on your bed before dropping it onto the floor. "Frank can kiss my ass, I need sleep, matter of factly you can pucker up and join him if you'd like since you two seem to do everything together."

No sooner than the words had left your mouth you found yourself pinned to the wall nearest you, large fingers wrapped around your throat, the menacing look on Billy's face set your heart racing, something you were certain he felt with the hand cutting off your windpipe.

You attempted to glare back at him defiantly, the smirk just barely touching the edge of his lips told you that you had failed, the fear most likely evident in your eyes.

“You are a mouthy fucking brat, you know that? And Frankie and I are in agreement that someone needs to fuck that shit out of you.” With that statement he gave your throat one final squeeze before letting go, your knees giving out as you fell gasping for air, turning on his heels he exited the room barking out “Living room, Now!” not bothering to check that you were actually following.

Fuck, that one word bouncing around in your head as you watched Billys back vanish into the living room, Frank’s arm just barely visible where it draped casually across the back of the couch. You dragged in a ragged breath before finding your footing, your heart hammering in your chest.

You knew feasibly you could rush and lock the door and not entertain whatever wicked things those two had come up with, but you also knew your door was locked before your shower and it would take nothing for them to break into your room again. Part of you, the part deep in the recesses of your mind, knew that the idea of either one of them taking you is something you have toyed with since you met them, the very fantasy of one or the other even both on occasion getting you off more nights than you would like to admit. That was part of the reason you began to build this wall up between you, watching them flirt with other women, neither of them showing you the slightest interest drove you mad, your rejection and anger manifested into what they apparently classified as bratty behavior, and had possibly worked in your favor.

Frank clearing his throat pulled you from your thoughts, rolling your shoulders back. You attempted to put on a brave face as you moved one foot in front of the other towards the open door, both men only just coming fully into view. Billy was once again sitting, this time in a chair just to the side of the couch, directly across from the door to the room you occupied, Frank was lounging on the couch, legs stretched out in front of him. You hadn’t even thought about it when you saw Billy in your room but both men had changed, Billy wearing a simple T-shirt and sweatpants very casual compared to his usual look outside of his Gear. Frank on the other hand was in Jeans now and a tank top and somehow managed to make that look more menacing than his usual black cargo pants, t-shirt, and vest, the hand stretched out on the couch moved only the slightest bit, his finger beckoning you forward from where you stood in the doorway, pointing to the open spot between his legs.

You gulped, eyes darting between the two men who were now watching you intently as you slowly made your way across the room, arms crossed across your chest in a last attempt at defiance. You stepped just in front of Frank, your eyes boring into his as he watched you, no sign of emotion on his face.

"On your knees" he gruffed out, face still stoic and focused.

You couldn't help the indignant snort you let out at his command, his lip twitching slightly being the only reaction on his face. Before you could register anything else your knees were knocked out from under you, Billy grabbing a handful of your hair just as he knocked you down into a kneeling position, situated between Frank's legs.

"You've been a mouthy brat lately, especially to Frankie here. We're in agreement that it's about time you start making up for that, ain't we Frankie?" Frank nodded, his eyes still locked on you as he began to slowly undo his pants, your eyes flickering between his own face and the movement of his hands. "See I-," Billy continued, the closeness of his lips to your ear sending a shiver down your spine, "I think, this attitude of yours is a cry for attention. Ain't that right sweetheart, you've been dreaming of Frank and I doing all sorts of despicable things to you haven't you?"

You couldn't help but let out a huff at that comment, your legs instinctively squeezing together slightly as your core clenched at the idea.

"Ah, see I told you, Frankie, this one right here probably lays in her bed at night, her hands between her legs just praying it was one of us instead. Don't you sweetheart?"

You closed your eyes for a moment, trying to regain your composure when you heard the tale tell sign of Frank's zipper finally being undone. When you opened your eyes again you couldn't help but watch as he untucked his cock from his briefs and slowly began to stroke himself, his size and length more than you had ever pictured.

"Answer him, sweetheart."

Your mouth began to water slightly at the thought of tasting him, before it even registered what you were doing you nodded.

"Uh-uh, I don't think so. I wanna hear you. You've had no issue using that mouth lately, don't start now." At that, his grip in your hair tightened the pull of it beginning to sting just a little making you flinch.

"Fine, yes. Ok?"

Behind you, Billy's chest vibrated against your back as he chuckled into your ear darkly, "that's more like it."

You watched, mesmerized, as Frank spread a bead of precum over the tip of his cock with his thumb, shifting again slightly where you kneeled you could feel yourself getting wet. Billy momentarily let go of your hair, his hands working quickly to remove your shirt.

"Now, here's how this is gonna go, you be really good and make up all that bratty behavior to Frankie and he and I might make a few of those fantasies of yours come true. How does that sound sweetheart, you gonna be a good girl for us?"

"Yes," you gasped, Billy's words distracting you from the fact that he was now restraining your hands behind your back, the sound of zip ties being tightened made you jerk, your fight or flight senses kicking in, your eyes growing wide as you started to struggle.

"Hey, hey, Look at me" Frank called, drawing your attention to him as he leaned forward resting his hand gently on your cheek as Billy ran a soothing hand up and down your arm. "You know we'd never do anything to hurt you. You trust us out there, you can trust us in here too. Can't you?"

"Yes," you said trying to steady your breathing, closing your eyes simply enjoying the feel of their hands on you.

The moment of peace was short lived though as Billy reached around you, pinching a nipple between his fingers just enough to hurt, "yes what?"

"Yes sir" you ground out watching as Frank returned to his position, his hand lazily stroking himself again, bringing him back to full hardness.

You couldn't help it, you licked your lips, your mind preparing for things to come, you startled slightly at Billy's lips ghosting over your shoulder and throat, his tongue lightly licking at your skin.

"You ready to make Frankie feel all special now?"

"Yes sir," you said slightly breathless, shifting on your knees knowing with your hands tied they planned on doing as they wanted. Billy nudged you forward, his hand back on your head as he guided you towards Frank's waiting cock.

Without hesitation you leaned forward, your tongue snaking out to lick from the base of Frank's dick slowly to the tip. You closed your eyes as you savored the salty taste, your lips just barely enveloping the head. That’s when you felt the change of hands on the back of your head, the almost delicate ones of Billy being exchanged for the slightly rougher ones of Frank, a low moan coming from above you as you pushed you down making you take him nearly half way.

You worked to set a decent pace, swirling your tongue around the head as you could, Frank's light moans and grunts spurring you on. "Fuck, that feels so good"

You felt the heat rush to your cheeks at the praise as you hollowed them out, applying extra pressure trying to work more of him into your mouth. You jumped slightly when you felt Billy's fingers work their way into the front of your shorts, his hard cock now pressed firmly against your ass as he leaned over you.

He let out a low whistle as his finger dipped into your panties, running just barely through your folds. "Damn Frankie, she's soaked already."

Frank slowly pulled you off of him, forcing you to look him in the eye. "That's because this one here may be worse than the both of us, ain’t that right sweetheart?” Instead of an answer, you moaned as Billy toyed with your clit letting out a whimper when he pulled his hand from where you wanted it most.

You watched Frank's eyes as he and Billy had a seemingly silent conversation, Billy’s hands quickly moving into action, manhandling you to remove your shorts and underwear, Frank standing in front of you to remove his own clothes. You felt Billy’s looming presence disappear from behind you momentarily, the sounds of rustling clothes indicating he was removing his.

Frank reached for you, pulling you to stand between the two nude bodies.

"As pretty as you look on your knees sweetheart we want you on the couch, but first," he said, pausing to grab his knife off the end table, passing it off to billy who freed you from the zip ties, only temporarily though as Frank quickly situated your hands in front of you and attached them together with a fresh zip tie.

You couldn’t help your heart rate speeding up as you realized you were situated between the two very naked men, Billy’s erection pressing into your lower back, Frank looking down on you almost the way a predator looks at his prey. You jolted slightly when you felt Frank’s fingers slip between your legs, just barely brushing through your folds, spreading your wetness around. “Damn Sweetheart” he murmured, You couldn’t but blush at his comment. “I bet you taste so sweet too,” he added, pushing one finger into your entrance slightly, teasing you. Billy took one of his hands, which had been roaming all over your body, and grasped your chin, turning your face towards him. “While you’re having that taste, Frankie, I wanna find out just how good this mouth is. You think you can handle us both at once Kitten?” Licking your lips you went to answer Billy, just as Frank pushed his finger fully into you, turning your answer into a drawn out moan, your eyes closing on instinct. It wasn’t until you felt the light Tap on your clit that you opened them again. “Eyes open Sweetheart and Answer the question,” Billy commanded, watching you intently. Your head was spinning as you tried to focus enough to answer, Franks finger just barely giving you what you wanted, not enough to bring you to orgasm but keep you needy and wanting.

You let out a Breathy “Yes Sir” doing your best to concentrate. Suddenly Frank’s fingers were gone, bringing your attention back to him as you let out an embarrassing whimper at the sudden loss.

Behind you Billy chuckled, his hands toying with your nipples pinching them just enough to hurt, as you watched Frank position himself on his back on the couch.

“Bring her here Bill.” He said patting the Armrest behind his head. It took you a moment to put together what he had planned, mild panic setting in at realizing he wanted you to sit on his face. “Oh, we’re way past being Shy sweetheart.” He smirked at you as Billy moved you towards the couch, Frank making room for your Knees on either side of his head. “Your gonna sit here and let me have my taste, while you give Billy a special thank you for being the creative Bastard to come up with this plan. Understood?”

“Yes sir” you stuttered out, slowly situating yourself over Frank, trying not to think of just how exposed you suddenly were to him.

Once you were on the couch and in position Billy moved in front of you, dragging you down by your tied up arms, your face level with his waiting, leaking cock. You couldn’t help but let out a moan as you felt Frank’s nose brush your sensitive bundle of nerves. It shouldn’t have come as a surprise to you that Billys cock was nearly as pretty as he was, not as thick as franks but slightly longer. Without hesitation you wet your lips and went to work, first teasing his tip with your tongue before taking it in your mouth, Billy letting out a huff of air, his hands going straight to your hair.

Franks tongue running from your clit to your entrance and back caused you to pull off of Billy, a gasp flying from your mouth. Billys hand in your hair brought you back to what you were supposed to be doing, your mouth going back to work, Franks tongue moving at a slow almost punishing pace up and down the same path occasionally dipping into your entrance. He moaned at your taste sending vibrations through your pussy, in turn making you moan around Billy’s cock whose grip on your hair tightened as he let out his own small moan. You slowly worked to take more and more of Billy down your throat, his hand guiding you as he slowly fucked himself with your mouth. You felt that familiar tightening in your own stomach as Frank’s tongue began to focus on your clit, his lips latching on to it, one finger easing into your entrance, you couldn’t help but whimper and moan around Billy’s cock, your hips moving slightly as you unintentionally rode Franks face.

When frank eased a second finger into your entrance you moaned again, Billy using that to push himself all the way into you, your nose brushing against his pelvis.

“Oh Fuck sweetheart, I knew that mouth was good for more than just being a Brat. Look at me,” he commanded, his hands moving to the sides of your face to hold you steady, his eyes locking with yours as he began to roughly fuck into your mouth. You felt your legs begin to quake as your orgasm crept closer, you wanted to close your eyes at the sensations running through you but knew that would be a mistake so instead, you watched as billy used you for his own pleasure, tears streaming down your face. You felt Billy’s cock begin to twitch, heavy on your tongue as you moaned around him, his tip scraping the back of your throat with every rough thrust. When Frank added a third finger it only took a few thrusts before your orgasm was crashing into you like a train, your hips thrusting wildly on Frank’s face as he let you ride it out. Before you had time to recover from your own orgasm Billy’s cock twitched, his hands holding you still as he swore loudly turning into a moan, your nose pressed against his pubic bone as he unloaded into your mouth, your throat constricting around him attempting to swallow down every last drop.

You gasped for breath when he finally pulled you off of him, your sensing feeling overloaded, you hadn’t even noticed that Frank had not only stopped what he was doing but had moved out from under you entirely his hands now running up and down your lower back and to your ass. “Atta girl,” he said soothingly. “We know how good that mouth is, ain’t that right Billy?” “damn right,” Billy said having stepped away from you taking a seat back in his chair to catch his breath. “Now I know how sweet you taste, I want to see just how tight and warm that pussy is.”

You clenched at Frank’s words, feeling him tease your entrance with the tip of his cock, running it through your folds, spreading your wetness around a little more. You couldn’t stop the whine he elicited when he finally began to push in, the angle you were at causing him to feel so big as he stretched you, Frank letting out his own groan as he worked inch by inch towards bottoming out. When you felt his hips flush against your ass, you couldn’t help but hold your breath, the stretch and fullness of him fully seated inside of you burned in a delicious way.

“Fuck me running” Frank groaned out from behind you, his hand squeezing tightly on your hip as he held you both still. Across from you, Billy chuckled, “That good huh man?” “Better, Bill, way fucking better.” at that you felt the drag of his cock inside of you as he slowly pulled out, his tip just resting at your entrance, without warning he slammed into you, his hips crashing into your ass pushing your hips hard into the armrest of the couch. He pulled back again, much quicker this time, and began to set a punishing pace, pinning your hips against the arm of the couch, leaving you no room to run. You couldn’t hold back any of the sounds you were making, most of them somewhere between a moan and a scream, forming words impossible with the feel of Frank fucking into you clouding your mind. Through the haze, though you noticed Billy, sitting and watching, a smirk plastered on his face. “Goddamn Frankie, I love to watch you work.” His eyes darting to you as you whimpered, the feeling of Frank’s calloused finger once again finding your clit, rubbing rough quick circles sending you over the edge. You couldn’t hold back the scream as your second orgasm of the night ripped through you, your legs suddenly feeling like jello. Franks grunts and moans began to get louder behind you, his movements becoming more and more erratic as he rushed towards his own orgasm, you clenched around him in a small aftershock, pushing him over the edge, the sudden feeling of warm liquid coating your insides making you both groan as you felt Frank empty into you his hips stilling as your walls milked him dry.

You slumped against the arm of the couch, your body giving up any attempt at supporting you as you tried to catch your breath and calm yourself down. It wasn’t until you felt Billy cutting the zip ties loose that you even realized both men had moved, once free he squatted down in front of you his hand gently caressing your cheek as he studied your face, watching as you came back to reality. You jolted and whimpered when you felt the cool rush of something wet between your legs, your pussy still very sensitive.

“Shh, easy sweetheart. Frankies just cleaning up the mess he made.” Billy cooed, leaning forward in a shocking gesture he pressed his lips to yours in a soft chaste kiss, something neither man had done all night.

Once he was done Frankie, with Billy’s help, moved you gently from the couch to the bed, something you were grateful for as you were certain your legs weren’t quite up to standing just yet. The look of surprise must have been evident on your face as both men chuckled, working in tandem to partially dress themselves for bed before finding something for you to wear.

Dressed and settled into the now warm bed you raised an eyebrow when each man slid into the bed on either side of you, Billy was the first to respond rolling his eyes. “Oh Shut up, we’re all exhausted.” On your other side, Frank chuckled, “Besides, we don’t have long, the others will be here soon. Tell me, how are you feeling sweetheart?”

You looked from one man to the other both of them watching you curiously, your face breaking out into a wide grin knowing your answer, “Like it pays to be a brat sometimes.”

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