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lowkeyerror · 2 years
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Mini Masterlist Halloween Edition
Welcome to my Mini Masterlist Halloween Edition. Originally this was a section of the main masterlist, (which you can still find here) entitled Halloween Special. I plan to keep doing the Halloween's specials so it definitely deserves it's own section. Everything is x reader, unless stated otherwise. I'd usually say get comfy cozy, and some of fics are very cute, but in the spirit of Halloween.. Get um spooky and scary! I still hope you enjoy tho !
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Jennifer Check Needy Lesnicki w/ Reader
Bonded For Life (Jennifer Check x Needy Lesnicki x Reader)
PT 1 & PT2 & PT3 & PT4
Natasha Romanoff
Operation 9 3/4
Scary Movies
Wanda Maximoff
Horror Nights
She Noticed
Saving a Serial Killer Masterlist
WandaNat
No Escape Masterlist
Rita Farr
Visit From A Vampire
Visit From A Vampire pt2
Samantha Carpenter
A New Victim Pt1 Pt2
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anxiousnerdwritings · 5 months
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Yandere Jennifer Check and Anita “Needy” Lesnicki Sharing Darling!Reader Headcanons (romantic)
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It's obvious right off the bat who the instigator is when it comes to the idea of sharing their obsession in the first place and surprise, surprise its Jennifer. Whether the darling was hers to begin with or Anita's, Jennifer doesn’t mind sharing. At least not too much. And besides, who better to share with other than her bestie? No one, that's who.
There would be quite a few distinctions between Jennifer and Needy sharing a darling before and after Jennifer’s transformation. In the very beginning, Jennifer and Needy can work pretty well together. Sure there’s disagreements about how things should be or what they should do revolving their darling in general but other than that it’s harmless fun for the most part. Things don’t get real intense until after everything happens.
The only big disagreement early on is that Anita wants to be much more lowkey about their obsession while Jennifer wants to show it and their darling off to the whole world. She wants everyone to see what belongs to her and Needy, and only them. Jennifer can certainly takes things too far even before she’s a man eating demon, but she always finds a way to either make up with Anita or get Anita to see her side of it. Jennifer is no stranger to getting what she wants and she’s damn good at it to even begin with. More times then not she gets away with her antics both with Anita and others. And their darling would be no exception to her manipulation and charm either. Whether the darling is susceptible to it or not is another thing.
As much as Needy feels awkward with this whole situation, Jennifer makes it seem like the most normal thing ever. Out of the two, Jennifer is the only one who doesn’t have a second thought about it, meanwhile Anita can’t help her mind racing with pros and cons, right and wrong, what would be acceptable and what would be deemed unacceptable. She can’t help but to worry and worry all the more. The social hierarchy is a real bitch, people talk and things get around, and Needy still can’t quite process everything happening but she knows that she needs you in her life and she wouldn’t want anything to ruin that or take it away from her.
Anita is the more sensible one, not to mention she takes your wants and feelings into account a hell of a lot more than Jennifer can even pretend to. As far as Needy’s concerned she genuinely cares for you. You’re not just some kind of possession or glorified pet like Jennifer makes you out to be, you’re your own person and Needy could never take that away from you. She wouldn’t want to anyway. All she wants is to be by your side, going through the experiences of life with you and just getting to be together but she could live with just keeping a close eye on you from a comfortable distant if that’s what came to be. It wasn’t really until Jennifer was very outwardly and vocally interested in you that Anita would feel overcome with the need to protect you to some degree given the newfound influx of attention sent your way from being even just acquainted with Jennifer, let alone being a romantic interest. And that need would only become all the more intense after Jennifer’s transformation. Needy just had to keep you safe, at all costs.
Jennifer utterly adores you, or rather she adores the idea of you. She likes what she likes and wants what she wants, and you are no exception. It’s one thing if you were her darling to begin with and she picked up on Needy’s interest in you too, but it’s an entirely other thing if you were Needy’s darling from the beginning.
If you were Needy’s darling to begin with than Jennifer would be insufferable to shake off. She would never say she was jealous of Needy or anything, that would be completely ridiculous, but she absolutely felt some type of way about Needy’s interest in you. At first, it started off as a harmless bit of wanting to take something that Needy had but then again how could Jennifer take something that didn’t even belong to Needy in the first place. At least, not yet anyway. Cause that was just so like Needy to not take what she wanted when she wanted, but Jennifer wasn’t like that. When she saw an opportunity she took it without question or she made her own.
Before shit hits the fan Jennifer would be more inclined to share with Anita, cause why not. They can be the best of both worlds, right? Sure there is some pretty heavy competitiveness on both sides that can either be a bit of fun to watch unfold or a pain in the ass to be stuck in the middle of. Either way it starts off pretty tame and slightly petty but still ‘good’ natured in a way. Jennifer and Needy were still very much able to put their competitiveness aside in order to work together for their darling. Especially when it came to one distracting them while the other took care of some unwanted obstacles. But any semblance of teamwork goes out the window after Jennifer’s transformation.
After everything happens, a drift would begin to form between Anita and Jennifer, especially when Jennifer starts full on killing. Particularly people who either gave too much attention to their darling or people who their darling didn’t care too much for, or the people who wronged their darling for any reason, even if it was the smallest thing. Honestly, no one would be safe from becoming a victim of Jennifer when it came to her obsession. And that’s when Anita comes to the realization that this is a whole lot of fucked up going on and she not only doesn’t want to be a part of it but she certainly can’t allow their darling to be involved with Jennifer either anymore. Both for their safety and Anita’s overwhelming anxiety.
It certainly wouldn’t help the situation when Jennifer brings the worst out of Needy’s insecurities as is, especially when it comes to you. But after everything, Jennifer would only be all the more vindictive. She feeds into Needy’s worries and doubts about not being good enough or deserving enough for you in any aspect. She truly is the devil on Needy’s shoulder and only wants to bring Anita to her side of the obsession, the more deplorable side. There are a handful of times that Needy catches herself very nearly giving in to what Jennifer is trying to do. And she feels absolutely ashamed and frustrated. Both with herself and with what Jennifer has become. She can’t just sit by with her thumb up her ass and let Jennifer do what she’s doing. Especially when her darling is stuck right in the middle of it all.
The confrontation would end up being a hell of a lot messier and all the more petty than originally. Anita has every intention of ensuring her darling doesn’t go to prom night, especially not alone with Jennifer. She knows Jennifer wouldn’t kill them, but she could very well still harm them especially when she’s in one of her moods or when she’s told ‘No’ for once. Jennifer isn’t stupid enough to do something as rash as killing their darling, she is extremely selfish after all and she very much wants her darling alive and well for the life she has in mind for the two of them after all of this.
Honestly, with how done Needy is and with what all she has to lose if she continues to let Jennifer go on without doing something she would act a hell of a lot sooner than canonly. Anita is by no means holding back when she comes face to face with Jennifer for the last time. She’s so over the bullshit and only has her darling’s safety in mind for what she intends to do. She doesn’t even hesitate when she finally has her chance, going in for the kill but Needy doesn’t want it to be quick she wants Jennifer to hurt for what she’s done and what she would have continued to do. She also wanted to get some stuff off her chest too and what better time than during Jennifer’s final moments? Needy throws Jennifer’s own insecurities in her face, her own jealousy and envy she very well had eating her up inside too. They weren’t so different in that regard after all. The whole ordeal is a roller-coaster of emotion but Anita doesn’t regret it. If anything she would gladly do it a thousand times over if it meant her darling would be safe.
Anita would still inevitably end up in the asylum after everything, especially after getting bitten by Jennifer. She feels this is where she needs to be to keep her darling safe from herself. And for a while it works, Anita is too overcome with the fear of becoming like Jennifer, she could never live with herself if she ever did. But eventually Needy gets to a point where she becomes restless thinking about you and whether you’re really safe without her around. If she’s away from you then that leaves you vulnerable to god knows who else and the thought alone makes her want to rip everyone apart piece by disgusting piece. Especially knowing that godforsaken band who destroyed Jennifer are still out there only has Anita even more on edge.
But she’ll protect you, she’ll always protect you, and nothing can keep her from doing so. Especially not now. Not even a high security asylum can keep her locked away from her darling. She’ll be out in no time and when she is she’ll come for you. It’ll give her even more of an excuse to take care of some unfinished business, all the more ensuring those creeps can’t get to you too or anyone else for that matter.
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hatkuu · 5 months
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wow no one has mentioned this yet????? ig i’ll be the FREAK to do it: vamp!kylar will absolutely eat the hell out of u when u have ur period 🧛 he can probably smell when it’s approaching too and gets so excited. esp bc he gets so fixated on when ur ovulating so when he knows ur period is coming he’s like a fruit fly and starts rubbing his hands together all giddy like
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oh my gosh yes. yes. i was too embarrassed to write about it but. period sex with ANY kylar constantly floats around my brain. vampire kylar would be sucking on his fingers like he'd just ate a drumstick from kfc. finger licking good HAHSJSJAK
afab reader, period sex, period mentions, reader wears a skirt, general creepy kylar stuff., kylar's weird scent kink thing is in this too...
drabble continued utc!
I think the first time you're having a period with your freakish vampire boyfriend around - he's visibly on edge. Kylar's gnawing at the palm of his hand while sitting next to you in the cafeteria, sweating as his other hand grips on the sleeve of his hoodie. You note that he is looking at everything and everyone except you.
You'll reach out to touch him, placing a reassuring hand on Kylar's shoulder.
"Are you okay, Kylar?"
Kylar flinches back like you've just burned him - eyes bulging out of his head as his hands quickly shield his face from view.
"Y-Yes! I-I'm fine! J-Just—"
He peeks at you through his fingers, pupils dilated until only a sliver of green remains.
"—I-It's just really hot i-in here."
You throw him a weird look, rolling your eyes as you stand up from the cafeteria table. You absolutely cannot deal with this shit right now. Being hit with wave after wave of crippling cramps, the last thing you needed was your boyfriend being noticeably disgusted with you. You shuffle awkwardy, trying not to cause yourself more pain as you stand. Does Kylar hate you now? Is he scared of you? Fuck, you don't know if your irritability is stemming from the slick, sticky blood feeling between your thighs or your boyfriend - lost in his own little world - ignoring you when you need him most.
A strangled, panicked sound escapes Kylar as you stand. The hand covering his face reaches outward, snatching your wrist with a disturbing amount of strength. You try to slip out of his grip - upset that now he wants to touch you - but he does not relinquish his hold no matter how much you tug against it. He exhales shakily, his nails dig into you - they've gotten long - really long.
"Y-You can't go— You can't."
You try to pull away with more force, spluttering with confusion as Kylar refutes your struggle with ease. He can't possibly be jealous - you've spent almost the entirety of this week with him - he's staring at you with this horrible, anguished expression. It's the last thing you want to see today. Your bottom lip twitches beneath your teeth, tears pricking your eyes in frustration.
"Kylar! Stop being so weird— What is wrong with you today?"
Your scuffle turn heads. You can feel so many eyes on you, looking at you and Kylar, laughing as they see Kylar's hand is latched onto your wrist. Only then do you notice the gaunt, sickly shade of his face. Heavy, darkened bags rest under his eyes. His lips are chapped too, more than they usually are. Speckled bits of dried blood rest in between the grooves of each crack. Kylar twitches, sweat slicking his choppily-cut fringe to his forehead. He looks ill. He tugs you closer, talking in a low tone that makes your stomach churn.
"You're— You're on your period."
What. The. Fuck.
You don't remember telling him it was that time of the month? How does he know—
"W-What? What does that have to do with anything?"
"J-Just— c-come with me—"
He breathes in shakily, composing himself as his eyes trail up your form, lingering far too long on the juncture between your shoulder and neck. He stands to meet your height, breathing heavily as you flood his senses with a scent that is so undeniably you. Sweet, but not too sweet. It makes his body buzz with a sickeningly fuzzy feeling. His mouth fills with sailva as you hold his gaze, scrutinizing him with your cutely furrowed brows and a jutted-out bottom lip.
"I-I need to tell you something."
You can see the desperation in his expression. His other hand shakes at his side, aching to latch onto you and never let go. Festering like a fresh wound, Kylar's carnal urges get the better of him. His other hand grabs your shoulder, pushing you closer towards his chest.
He smells different. Like dust, dirt and nothing all at once. He doesn't smell like garlic and pepper. Normally, you're assaulted with the scent of the plants - but strangely - it's gone entirely. You look up at Kylar, brows still furrowed in confusion because this is your boyfriend but... something is inherently wrong about him.
Kylar tugs you out of the cafeteria.
You don't struggle.
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"I-I need to taste you—"
"H-Huh?"
Kylar pushes you into the dilapidated storage closet, slamming the door shut behind him as he grapples you against the wall, panting against your mouth.
"I haven't— You smell so good, a-and I just need this," He cuts himself off, snapping his gaze toward you incredulously from his position against you. He visibly shudders, twitching as he falls forward onto his knees, grounding himself between your thighs. He eagerly tugs your school skirt down, panting as he is met with your panties. "I-I need this. N-Need to feed f-from you— no one else."
"W-What! Kylar! We are in school right now! It'll be too messy a-and it'll get all over you-"
You choose to ignore your boyfriend's weird phrasing of eating you out. 'Feeding' from you is new.
His forehead rests heavy against your swollen uterus - you don't know what he's doing - until Kylar leans closer to your clothed pussy and begins sniffing you. Sniffing you - and moaning like he should have gotten between your thighs the moment you sat next to him in the cafeteria. You squeak, latching your hands in his hair in a pathetic attempt to steer him away from your bloodied thighs. Your tightened grip doesn't deter Kylar. He groans loudly, unashamed as he tilts into your touch, panting puffs of hot wet air against your skin.
"Y-Yes! Oh, y-you have to let me— you smell so perfect, j-just—ah—just let me taste you,"
He's so close, so close to snapping and just biting into the soft skin of your thighs. His eyes dart between your face and your clothed heat. His jaw is clenched tight, gnawing at the skin on the inside of his cheeks. Strained to the last thread of his patience, Kylar lets out a hoarse, weak sound. His fingernails jab painfully into your thighs, carnal desperation evident in each action. Despite this, he looks up to you, teary eyed from the struggle of holding himself back.
"P-Please."
You nod, loosening your grip in Kylar's hair as he practically vibrates with excitement. He tugs down your panties, eyeing the pad that sits at the seat of them as his tongue slides over his bottom lip hungrily. You whine as his fingers nestle themselves against your overly sensitive folds. Slick with blood and wetness, Kylar's fingers prod at your folds, eagerly pressing against the spots that make your knees weaken against his hold.
Kylar's tongue inches out to lave at the smeared blood across your inner thigh, moaning at the taste. He latches onto you, lips forming a tight seal against blood-slick skin, mixing red with clear saliva as Kylar's teeth brush against you. Two particularly sharp teeth nick your inner thigh and you tug his head backward as his fingers continue softly rubbing at your clit. He presses an apologetic kiss to the wound, affectionately licking at the punctures, careful not to let any of the blood spill onto your white school shirt.
"I-I knew it'd be good—" He gasps, his mouth and wet tongue making quick work of your other blood-smeared thigh. "Y-You're so—ah—so, so, delicious, my love."
You blush, opening your eyes to look down at your boyfriend. Kylar's still twitching with excitement, tongue hanging out in anticipation as he nears your pussy. You whine weakly, pulling on his hair as dull throbbing cramps torment your lower abdomen. Kylar smiles at you, eyes much brighter - looking far less ill than before, too. He pulls his fingers away, admiring the sticky sheen of blood that coats them before quickly popping the digits into his mouth and moaning at the taste. He pushes you backward against the wall of the closet, spreading your thighs wide enough for his head to fit snugly between them.
He licks a stripe against the seam of your folds, eagerly lapping up the blend of arousal and blood. Your hands weave in his hair, pushing his nose against your clit as Kylar laves at your pussy, humming as your thighs trap him against your heat. Kylar groans, savouring the sweet, metallic taste of you against his tongue. He pushes closer, nestling his nose against your clit just close enough that with each press of his tongue against your entrance you cry out in pleasure, hands tightening in his dark hair. Kylar fucks you with his tongue until you're sobbing, wrapping an arm around each thigh to hold you firm against his mouth.
He moans as you grind against his tongue, chasing your release that hums deep within your core. Your grinding stutters as the coil burns hot within your stomach, tightening until it snaps.
You cry out as you cum, squirming as Kylar continues to hold you against his face. He groans, lapping up your arousal as it seeps onto his tongue. Your thighs clench against his head, quivering as Kylar slows his licking into gentle, loving laves against your pussy. He smiles as your hands fall from his hair. Kylar presses a loving kiss to your pussy, inching upward to press a kiss against your bloated abdomen as well. Even though he just gave you the most intense orgasm of your life, he's still so intimate with each of his actions, no matter how lewd or messy.
He pulls up your panties, your skirt, and readjusts the rest of your clothes before fixing his own.
Kylar stands, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, then licking up the blood collected on it. He looks undeniably better than before; gone is the sickly tone of his skin, the heavy bags under his eyes, and now his eyes hold a twinkle that doesn't falter. He helps you up with ease, pulling you into his chest and nuzzling into your neck.
"Thank you," He whispers, smiling against your neck, pressing soft, affectionate kisses to the damp skin. You return his embrace even as your legs still tremble from the onslaught of pleasure Kylar gave you. You feel better now. Your boyfriend isn't disgusted at you. Quite far from it, actually. So you'll ignore that his teeth are sharper, that his skin is as cold as a cadaver's, that you swear his eyes were red at one point. He's your boyfriend. His strange, newfound affliction for blood doesn't mean anything. Your head falls forward onto his shoulder, breathing in his new scent of dirt, dust and nothingness. He giggles at your newfound neediness, rubbing your back in a soothing motion.
"Let's do this again tonight, okay?"
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I kissed a girl and I liked it pt 1.
Jennifer check x black!fem reader
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Summary: y/n and Jennifer are the hottest girls in school and together you are unstoppable but as you both were sacrificed and transform to a demon you both feed off of males killing them for your own pleasure and hunger... but you both are hungry for each other.
Y/n and Jennifer have been childhood best friends since as long as you can remember. Both of your parents knew each other back in high school and were best friends. Y/n met jennifer back in kindergarten. You were pretty shy until Jennifer talked to you first, and that's when your friendship began y/n, and Jennifer became really close and became best friends. Y/n and Jennifer did everything together as kids. Nothing was gonna wreck your friendship. Until needy came along. Y/n was a bit jealous since she didn't want another girl being friends with her best friend. Y/n never really talked to needy, except Jennifer. Jennifer was actually nice to her. Jennifer tried to get you to like her, but you listened and talked to needy. Y/n still isn't fond of needy, but she tolerates her because of Jennifer.
As y/n and Jennifer got to highschool you guys were the hottest girls in school. every guy in school wanted the both of you which was flattering, but y/n and Jennifer thought guys were a waste of time.. they come and they go. Y/n and Jennifer were both flag girls on the cheerleading team. Most girls in school didn't want to be on the cheerleading team but when y/n and Jennifer got into the team, the team was more popular than ever even guys came. But only to watch the hottest girls in school. Needy would be sitting in the bleachers cheering both of you on. Needy waved at Jennifer as Jennifer smiled and wave back making y/n roll her eyes. "I can't believe you're friends with her.. why do even talk to her?" Y/n says getting irritated but jealous, y/n has a little crush on Jennifer... but who doesn't Jennifer is literally a goddess.
"Cmon y/n, give her a chance... it sounds like someone sounds jealous." Jennifer teases as she smiles. "I'm not jealous." Y/n says defensively as she smiles back at jennifer. "There's this band called Low shoulder and their performing at this bar you wanna join me and needy?" Jennifer's says to you, you roll your eyes at the name of needy but you didn't want to stay home all day doing nothing so y/n agreed. "Sure I'll be down, pick me up at 8?" Y/n says.
Y/n was getting ready wearing her low rise jeans and a white crop top and her last finished touch a Strawberry scented lip gloss. As Y/n heard the door ring she opened it to see jennifer and needy. "Wow, you look hot." Jennifer said looking at y/n up and down making your heart tingle. "Aww thanks Jen, you look hot too." Y/n says as they both smile at each other but y/n averted her eyes over to needy making y/n drop her mood. "Oh hey, needy." Y/n deadpanned. "HI, y/n you look great." Needy smiles at y/n. ,"I know.. maybe you should take some pointe-" y/n says but jennifer cuts you off before you say anything.
"Alright let's go don't wanna keep the band waiting. " Jennifer says grabbing needy's hand leading to the car, y/n saw them holding hands making you wanna put your hands on needy, holding hands with Jennifer was our thing. "Please God give me the strength too not put my hands on this white girl." Y/n thought to herself as she walked behind Jennifer and needy making inside the car.
As they all made it to the bar, y/n and Jennifer walked in the bar grabbing some attention as they enter the bar as needy trailed behind them. "God, I can't wait till I'm older to get wasted, have you ever heard of peach schnapps?" Jennifer asked walking towards the bar. "Nah, I've never heard of that" y/n says.
"they're so good y/n, they even taste good when they come out of your nose midpuke." Jen says.
"Hey Jen and y/n, you ladies look nice." Craig a classmate says as they walk by y/n and Jennifer. "Thank you." Y/n says looking at her hello kitty acrylic nails. "Oh hey Craig didn't see you there." Jennifer says without enthusiasm, making y/n snicker a little laugh as she elbows Jennifer. "Aww he thinks he's cute enough for us." Jennifer says teasingly In fake disbelief. Y/n laughs as Jennifer pulls out out a pack of Camel wides giving one to y/n as they were about to light it, Roman duda snatches the pack if cigarettes out if Jennifer's hand. "You're smoking dicks now, you two?" Roman asks. "What? we like the Wides." Y/n says as they both stick the fat cigarette between their lips and inhales. "I just bet you do. I should arrest the both of you for possession under the legal age." Roman says making y/n and Jennifer burst out laughing. "Arrest us, pfft! You're not even a real cop." Jennifer shouts amused.
" two more months and I'm on the force for real. Then I'll be able to cuff the both of you whenever the hell I want." He says suggestively as he grips her wrist and twists behind her back Making y/n roll her eyes. "Roman keep it in the bedroom." Y/n scolds as Roman looks at needy.
"Oh, Hey needy I didn't see you there. Would like too-" "No thanks." Needy says fake smiling.
" Oh my God, Jen the band. You can tell they're from the city all of that stylish expensive shit . I wish he had more guys like that in Devils kettle." Y/n says as Jen grabs y/n and needy's hand dragging them towards the stage. " HI, uhm we wanted to meet you these are my two friends y/n and needy." Jen introduces. "I'm Nikolai wolf, and this is my band." He reaches down shaking Jennifer's hand and y/n's. "Yeah! Soft shoulder, right? I've heard you guys are super good at playing instruments." Jennifer awkwardly says.
"Soft shoulder that's a dumb name." Needy mutters under her breath making y/n roll her eyes. "What was that?" Nikolai ask. "Nothing." Needy says fake smiling. "Can I buy you a drink? I mean, I'll see you if I can get a drink. They make this 9/11 tribute shooter. It's red, white, and blue, but you have to drink it fast before it gets all brownish." Jennifer says as she grabs y/n hands walking away pulling y/n towards her. " I don't trust that band, you guys." Needy says making y/n roll her eyes. " this bitch is no fun I don't know why Jennifer brings her around." Y/n thought to herself.
" Why? I think the lead singer wants me and y/n." Jen says looking at needy.
" you may not believe me but I heard them wanting to bad things to you guys it sounds sinister. And the only reason he wants you and y/n because he thinks you both are virgins, I swear I heard them talking." Needy says panicky.
"Yeah right! Me and y/n aren't even virgins anymore, thanks to roman." Jennifer winks at y/n making them both smile at each other.
"Gross." Needy says. "Well if Nikolai wants innocent, we both can be innocent. We'll be innocent fucking sunshine just like you." Jennifer says angrily.
"Hey, I'm not little miss sunshine." Needy says.
"Sure." Y/n says trying to break the awkward silence and tension but the tension broke away when Nikolai decided to speak.
"Good evening, Devils lake." Nikolai said.
"It's Devils kettle." Someone shouted in the back.
"Sorry. Anyway, we're Soft shoulder and we just wanna make you happy." He winks at Y/n and Jennifer. The band starts their song as Jennifer's eyes never leaves Nikolai, y/n was to busy staring and admiring Jennifer her blue eyes, her jet black hair, and her pink glossy plum lips. Suddenly out of nowhere flames appear on the wood paneling next to the stage. Needy was the first to notice. The flames quickly climb up to the ceiling and began to blaze uncontrollably. People screamed and scattered. Nikolai turns and sees the fire spreading, but he exchange glances with his band mates. Nikolai seems cool and composed as he watched from the stage.
"We need to go!" Needy shouts as he grabs y/n's and Jennifer's hand pulling them into a tiny bathroom. Y/n started choking on the smoke, they climbed on the toilet boost each other out of the bathroom window. Hundreds are still trapped inside. Jennifer collapses in y/n's arms.
"It's hot y/n, I think I'm on fire. Oh God. I'm burning." Jen says dazed.
"You're okay I promise, we're gonna be fine." Y/n says looking at needy a bit scared. But all three girls jump. It's Nikolai.
"Are you girls alright?" He asks with fake concern.
"were fine maybe you should go find the rest of your band." Needy says.
"God it feels like hell out here, come hang with us in the van for a while, just until they hose the place down." Nikolai says.
"Okay-okay. I want to see your van, cmon guys let's go to the van." Jennifer says as she grabs y/n's hands but needy stands there not wanting to go to the van.
"Why? I don't trust him." Needy says.
"Fuck! Stop it. Just stop it, needy!." Jennifer shouts as she drags y/n towards Nikolai white van. Needy watches y/n and Jennifer getting into the van. Nikolai gives needy a vicious smile as he gets inside the van driving off.
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Needy stumbles into her bedroom overwhelmed. Her clothes are damaged. Needy grabs her phone and quickly dials her boyfriend chip.
"Hey, Needy how the show with Jennifer and Y/n." Chips answers tiredly.
"Thank God your there." Needy says worriedly.
"Jennifer and y/n are gone. They both ran off with that stupid rock band."
"Jennier and y/n are gone? Are they both okay?" Chip said worriedly and tiredly.
"I don't know Jennifer and y/n are still with those creeps! They had one of those white vans with no windows. The back was all blacked out."
"Also the bar burned down." Needy adds on.
Needy heard her doorbell chimes.
"I gotta go." Needy says hanging up the phone.
Needy hangs up the phone and rushes downstairs. She opens the door. Nobodys there. Needy slams the door turns around and screams. Jennifer and y/n are both standing in the dark hallway, looking ghostly pale and smiling. Both of their clothes are tattered and stained in blood. Both of their makeup is smeared and their eyes are sunken like a zombies.
"Uhm, Jen, y/n." Needy asks. Y/n and Jennifer didn't say anything and continue smiling with bloody teeth.
"What happened to you both?" Needy asks in the silence. Unilt she heard a dripping sound. Needy looks down to see large drops of blood splattering the floor. Jennifer continues to smile staring directly at y/n.
"Jen, Y/n." Needy says her voice shaking. Y/n and Jennifer let out a horrifying banshee scream making needy scared. Wailing at the top of their lungs. Y/n and Jennifer vomits black bile all over themselves and on the floor. Y/n and Jennifer fall onto their knees as they scream turn to insane laughter. Needy tries to run but, y/n and Jennifer grabs her and throws her against a wall, pinning her. Jennifer slowly brushes her face against needy's earlobe. Needy was so terrified she didn't move a muscle. Y/n smiles at needy's terrified facial expression.
"Are you scared, needy?" Y/n says whispering into needy's ear. Needy nods her heard as Jennifer parts her lips. Then suddenly, Jen and y/n stops and pushes needy on the floor. Y/n and Jennifer grabbed hand in hand bolting out the door and take off running down the street. Needy is motionless as she stumbles her way to the doorway.
"Y/n, Jennifer!!!" Needy yells, searching for her two friends but they were nowhere to be found. Needy falls down to the ground crying holding herself in a hug form trying to calm herself down. "Please let this be a bad dream." Needy says to herself trying to comfort herself.
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lanawinterscigarettes · 9 months
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I'd like to request Jennifer Check and Needy with a male s/o and he's just perfectly fine with the fact that Jenn might eat him. "Like yeah totally you can kill me...want me to call you mommy or some shit?" And he just laughs every time Jenn threatens to eat him. Meanwhile Needy is just trying to keep the peace between the two teasing assholes. Poly headcannons please love ya bro ❤️
What makes it funnier is that this is something you'd actually do lmao. Love ya too 💙
(Also I know I said I was taking a writing break but for you I made an exception)
Poly! Jennifer Check and Needy Lesnicki with a male s/o who isn't intimidated by demon Jenny
Warnings: murder threats (they're jokes...for the most part), slight gore mention, slight angst (just a little bit, for flavor)
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You both amuse and frustrate Jennifer at the same time
Like yeah it's cute that you're not afraid of her, and your constant state of calmness when she threatens you is kind of funny, but if you aren't going to be bothered by it when she says she's going to rip your head off and use it as a door stopper then what's the point?
She could be glaring you down, demon teeth bared, about to lunge at your throat and tear out your vocal cords and you'll just be standing there like "really? You're actually planning on killing me right now? Well alright then"
Meanwhile Needy is off somewhere in the background trying to coax you into dropping the subject while watching from a safe distant
Jennifer has fun testing your limits, upping the ante by making her threats more gruesome and horrifying with each one (while poor Needy is trying not to puke by how much detail she goes into)
It gets to the point where you actually tease her back, giving her your own ideas for what she could do to you
"You're going to regret messing with me once I tear you apart limb from limb-"
"-and rearrange my dead, mutilated body to look like a shrine to you and your never ceasing hunger? You used that insult last week, try again"
Even if you guys are "just joking" (mostly) sometimes Needy gets legitimately terrified that something is going to happen between the two of you and she won't be able to stop it
At least once a month she'll be found holed up in her room, either freaking out while pacing back and forth or crying while curled into a ball on her bed, trying to find some way to stop your "fighting"
This, of course, makes you and Jennifer feel guilty, even if it's in the slightest amount, leading to you both apologizing (yours might be more sincere than hers, but it's the thought that counts) and promising you won't actually end up fighting each other (no promises on Jen's side, but she does her best to seem apologetic and trustworthy)
You guys have a big cuddle session in Needy's bed after talking it out, you and Jennifer still making the occasional smart mouthed quips while Needy just rolls her eyes in disbelief. It would seem as though some things just never change
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Jennifer’s Body Masterlist
Notes: Anyone you don’t see here, I don’t write for. I don’t write smut for Jennifer or Needy, they are 17 so still minors.
Codes
🦋 = Headcannons
💄 = Fem Reader
☘️ = GN Reader
🌷 = Fic
🖤 = Angst
🏳️‍🌈 = Gay
✨= Fluff
🌚 = NSFW
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Jennifer Check
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Anita ‘Needy’ Lesnicki
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yourlocalcryingcryptid · 11 months
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A MASH UP SO RANDOM IT CAN ONLY MEAN ONE THING ITS TUMBLRS SEXY SLASHER SHOWDOWN
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gayandfairycore · 4 days
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Jennifer’s body masterlist ✧༺🖤༻∞
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This is a masterlist for all of my Jennifer’s body fics all fics are written with a fem reader in mind, if you’d like to request something please have a look at my pinned post
[This indicates smut *]
Jennifer check 🩸
There’s nothing here…
Needy lesnicki 🔎
There’s nothing here…
Colin grey 📿
There’s nothing here…
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Characters i write for (Updated)
Glee:
Santana Lopez
Quinn Fabray
Pretty little liars:
Spencer Hastings
Emily fields
Hannah Marin
Alison Dilaurentis
Mona Vanderwall
The wilds:
Toni shalifoe
Leah Rilke
Shelby Goodkind
Fatin Jadmani
Nora Reid
Criminal Minds:
Emily Prentiss
Jennifer jareau
Elle Greenaway
Tara Lewis
Alex Blake
Ocean’s 8:
Debbie Ocean
Lou Miller
Stranger things:
Nancy Wheeler
Robin Buckley
Max Mayfield
Euphoria:
Rue bennett
Jules Vaughn
Lexi howard 
Cassie howard 
Maddy perez
Marvel:
Wanda Maximoff
Natasha Romanoff
Carol Danvers
Maria Hill
Yelena belova
Kate Bishop
Fear Street:
Deena Johnson
Sam Fraser
Kate Schmidt
Ziggy Berman 
Cindy Berman
Scream
Sam Carpenter 
Tara Carpenter 
Amber Freeman
Mindy Meeks-Martin
Gale Weathers
Sidney Prescott
Tatum Riley
Kirby Reed
anika kayoko
quinn bailey
Jennifer’s Body 
Jennifer Check
Needy Lesnicki
critical role
beauregard lionett
yasha nydoorin
fearne calloway
imogen temult
yellowjackets
natalie scatorccio
taissa turner
lottie matthews
van palmer
succession
shiv roy
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Jennifer’s Body Masterlist
Notes: Anyone you see missing here are characters I don’t write for.
Codes
🦋 = Headcannons
💄 = Fem Reader
☘️ = GN Reader
🌷 = Fic
🖤 = Angst
🏳️‍🌈 = Gay
✨= Fluff
🌚 = NSFW
Jennifer Check
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lovelettersfromluna · 10 months
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☆ ★ Still Alive ☆ ★ {Ellie Williams x Reader}
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Summary: Ellie Williams has been your best friend since the second grade, the two of you stuck by the hip since you were practically babies. What happens when she starts acting….strange all of a sudden?
an: Okay yes, I folded and I wrote an Ellie fic inspired by Jennifers body, it’s just 1000000x gayer, and a tiny bit different. Ellie is Jennifer and reader is Needy. That’s all I have to say. Just trust me, okay?
Warnings: SMUT! Buckle up bc this one is gonna be filthy, college!ellie and reader, angst, mean!ellie, angst bc your best friend is a basically a demon now, Ellie will kill anyone that crosses her sweet best friend, shy!reader, scissoring again bc it’s hot sue me idc, oral (r!receiving), fingering (r!receiving), I’m sorry but Ellie has fangs what do you want me to do? Let me know if I missed anything! (This isn’t proof read btw I’m sorry)
Part 2 can be read here!
Your best friend had been acting…strange
Ellie Williams had been your best friend since the first day of second grade. She spotted you immediately, her green eyes sparkling the second she caught eye of you swimming in the sea of second graders during recess. She made her way towards you, she told you how cool she thought your shoes were. To think someone as cool as she was thought that you were cool had almost felt like a joke in the beginning.
But it wasn’t a joke, and she had been by your side every day since. Even now that you were both in college together, she was with you.
Except, she wasn’t. Not right now at least. Ellie had been making herself scarce for about a week now, which was not at all like her. Even if she wasn’t feeling well, she’d text you whining until you were at her apartment with everything you needed to nurse her back to health, calling her your big baby.
But all you got was radio silence. It was almost as if she didn’t even exist at certain points. Every attempt you made at trying to reach out at her were in vain, as you were left with nothing on the other side. You even tried showing up at her apartment, a stack of notes that she had missed pressed between your arm and your chest, and brownies from her favorites bakery stuffed in your bag, but still,
Nothing.
What was even worse, was that everyone was coming to you regarding her absence.
Ellie had always been the more popular one of the two of you. Her presence just…attracted others, she was like a magnet. And how could she not be? She was so fucking charming sometimes it felt like she wasn’t real. She had the prettiest smile, and green eyes that sparkled from the moment you first set eyes on them. Everyone who saw her was enamored by her, and you’d never blame them for it.
And it was no secret that you were best friends. You were always close by her, trailing behind like a lost puppy. Ellie always assured you that she liked it that way, that you felt like home to her.
But in instances like this, it was a problem.
You had nothing to say to the people who asked you for her, simply giving them a half shrug and an apologetic smile when you told them you were just as confused about her disappearance as they were. The only thing that truly kept you from filing a missing persons report was that her landlord said she had been in touch with her.
But what really pissed you off, were the girls.
Ellie had always been popular with them, even back in grade school, she had girls swooning over her every time she outran the boys during track, or when she flashed them a particularly bright smile. It was something you thought you’d gotten used to, pushing down the jealousy that came with the countless pretty girls that would interrupt your conversations with your best friend.
But after the fifth girl came to you, twisting her pretty hair between her fingers as she asked you for Ellie, you realized it still fucking bothered you.
You carried on though, getting through all of the attention you had been getting by the end of the week. You were a good student, quiet, smart, a professors dream in all honesty. You used it to your advantage, distracting yourself with your studies so that you wouldn’t worry too much about your best friend.
You had finally gotten back to your apartment on Friday after your last class, a low sigh blowing past your lips as you pressed your back up against your front door once it was closed. You tossed your keys to the side, slowly peeling your jacket off of your tired body as you went about getting comfortable in your home.
You had showered and gotten yourself something to eat, and now you were on your bed, cuddled up with Angel, your precious little calico kitty. These days it was like she was the only one that was around to take up the attention you had to give.
Your hand was stroking between her ear gently, her soft purrs making you feel drowsy. Your eyes were heavy, and you wanted nothing more than to fall asleep and forget about the sinking feeling that came with the sudden disappearing of your dear friend.
A loud banging against your door made you flinch.
You frowned as you sat up, staring in the direction of where the loud, persistent noise was coming from. Angel stared in the same direction as well, her meowing growing louder, as if she sensed something behind the door that you didn’t, something dangerous.
You shushed her gently, giving her a gentle pet as if to reassure her as much as you could before you grabbed your phone. It was already past midnight, and you sure as hell didn’t invite anyone over, let lone expect anyone to just show up.
You gave it a minute longer, hoping that whoever was there simply had the wrong apartment number and would soon realize, leaving before they could bother you any further.
But the knocking didn’t stop.
It was loud, and persistent, and eager to get in, and for a moment you felt as though you really were in danger.
You inhaled deeply, your eyebrows furrowed as you got off of your bed and walked out into your living room, staring at your front door with every move you made. You obviously weren’t an idiot, so you grabbed the nearest weapon you could use to stun whoever it was that so desperately needed to get into your home, which happened to be a spare hanger that was in the closet near your front door.
You gripped it in your hand tightly, inhaling deeply before you unlocked the door and opened it harshly, ready to knock out whoever was behind it.
You weren’t totally sure what you expected, but it surely wasn’t your best friend standing on the other side.
Your best friend who had been missing for the past week, who couldn’t even respond to your text messages with a simple confirmation that she was in fact okay, your best friend who you had been worried sick over for days on end, your best friend that looked like your best friend but also didn’t at the same time…
Her eyebrows were furrowed as she looked down at you, green eyes piercing through your own as she took you in. You were about to go to sleep, and she could tell by your little pajama shorts and your fuzzy socks that you reserved for Friday nights only, something about treating yourself after a long week rung through her ears as she recalled the night she asked you why you wore them.
The breath that you had been holding in your lungs blew past your lips, sighing in relief as you finally let your posture fall. You weren’t sure if you were relieved that it was her, or if you were relieved at the fact that she wasn’t a fucking axe murderer waiting to chop you up into little pieces.
“Jesus…Ellie? What…what the fuck are you doing here?” You questioned breathlessly as you brushed your hair off of your face, far too winded to even ask her where she’d been yet.
Ellie smirked softly as she watched you, a low chuckle leaving her chest as her eyes trailed down to the hanger in your hand. “Is that a hanger?”
You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion at her comment, almost taken aback at the fact that she wasn’t responding to your question before your eyes followed hers, and you looked down at the hanger in your hand. You rolled your eyes, a soft huff leaving your lips before you hung it back up and promptly stepped aside for her to come into your home.
“You were knocking on my door like the fucking feds…or..I dunno, Michale Myers or something? God Ellie what the hell is wrong with you? It’s almost 1 in the morning”. She simply smiled down at you while you scolded her, her large palm pressing against your front door as she closed it. God she had missed you, her chest was practically blooming with happiness as she watched you walk over to your fridge without another word, grabbing her a bottle of water before you returned with it and held it out for her, that adorable frown she loved so much still playing on your lips.
She licked her lips, her large hand wrapping around the bottle before she gently set it down on the coffee table next to you both. She hummed, bending her knees a bit before she wrapped her long arms around your waist, pulling you flush to her body and almost off of the ground. Her face pressed against the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply as her eyes fluttered shut, groaning softly.
“Missed you so much Bambi…”
Anymore scolding that you had for her was caught in your throat the second you felt those arms wrap around your body and pull you into her, the familiar nickname she had given you when you were far younger making your insides warm up. Your cheeks burned red, simply letting her take you into her before you sighed softly, your own eyes fluttering shut as you wrapped your arms around her neck, realizing then just how much you had missed her too.
“Where’d you go El….you wouldn’t even text me back..” You huffed out, your fingers toying with the hair at the nape of her neck. She smiled against yours, knowing all too well that you were pouting from the mere sound of your little huffs and whines.
She licked her lips, feeling how much her absence has affected you. She held you for a bit longer, the two of you swaying a bit in the middle of your home as she let herself enjoy you for a bit longer before she spoke.
“I was…um…I got sick…bad cold” She nodded to herself, trying to reassure you.
But you weren’t having it.
You frowned as you pulled away from her, pushing her back by her shoulders as you stared up at her, not buying her excuse for one second. “Then why didn’t you call me? You knew I’d come and take care of you…”
Ellie hated when you looked at her like that. You weren’t mad or disappointed, it was like you were pleading with her. Begging her to just let you help her. And the thing about it, Ellie loved when you babied her, she almost looked forward to getting sick because she knew you’d drop everything and tend to her every need, making sure she got better as soon as humanely possible.
But this…god this was so different than any of those times before.
She licked her lips as she stared down at you, one of her hands coming up to cup your cheek gently, her thumb rubbing over the soft skin before she shook her head. “Didn’t want you getting sick Bambi…this one was just…really bad” She groaned out, making it sound like it really was that bad.
You sighed, because it wasn’t your job to take care of her. You weren’t obligated to do anything for Ellie, and her you. She didn’t owe you anything, and she sure as hell didn’t have to tell you every time she was sick. She wasn’t yours, and you weren’t hers, and this entire situation made that very clear to you.
You’d be lying if you said it was nice to ignore.
You sighed, giving into her as you gave her a gentle nod. The hand on your cheek made your heart burst, feeling like you could cry at any moment, it made the feelings worse.
Ellie had always been touchy with you, your friendship being one that crossed those lines time and time again. You would never shy away from her, and her hands were almost always on you from the moment you could remember.
But why did this all feel…different? Why did her gaze feel so intense, why did it feel like she wasn’t looking at you, but right through you. Like you were something to own, like you were hers.
You figured it was just a lack of her presence for so long, maybe she always looked at you like that and you just never noticed, maybe she looked at all her friends that way.
Regardless of it all, Ellie was back, and you were so fucking happy for that.
Ellie beamed the second she saw your features soften, and she knew that you had given into her. She tugged her bottom lip beneath her teeth as she smiled down at you, her thumbs rubbing circles into your waist as she kept you pressed against her body, a low hum leaving her lips. “You wanna go to a party with me tonight?”
Your eyes widened a bit at her question before you sighed, pulling her hands from around your waist and leaving her in your living room. It was typical Ellie behavior to try and drag you to one of the many frat parties that she attended. It just…wasn’t your thing. You were a home body through and through, you preferred staying inside in the comforts of your own home, cuddling with your cat while you allowed your brain to rot while watching cheesy reality tv shows.
That and…watching Ellie flirt with girls at those parties was just…you couldn’t stand to watch it.
You refused to be the friend that held her back from doing what (or who) she wanted to do, so you didn’t. You always passed up on her offers to those parties, figuring that if you didn’t see it, it wasn’t happening.
It didn’t stop her from attempting though, and the current fire in her eyes was determined to get you to finally come with her.
You sighed as you made your way into your room, Ellie following close behind and watching your every move. You crawled onto your bed, your cotton shorts giving Ellie the perfect view of your ass, causing her to cock her head to the side and shamelessly check you out.
You laid back on your bed, pulling Angel, who had weirdly been on high alert from the moment Ellie had stepped inside of your home, into your lap. You frowned as you looked down at your kitten, her hair raised and eyes slanted as she eyed Ellie’s every move. You pet her gently, trying to calm her down before you pulled her down to cuddle into your chest, grabbing your remote control and turning on your tv.
“M’not going anywhere tonight El…I’ve already showered and brushed my teeth and…I’m just not in the mood to party and get drunk right now” you huffed out, grabbing the plush throw blanket on your bed and draping it over your body, cuddling further into yourself and your cat as your attention was settled on the tv.
Ellie tilted her head back as she whined, mimicking a child throwing a tantrum as she sat at the edge of your bed, her hand slipping underneath your blanket and grabbing a handful of your plush thighs, giving it a firm squeeze.
“Come on..you never go anywhere dude, I can’t stand the people that go there…would be so much better if you came…” Her words trailed off as she pushed your blanket back a bit, needing to see the way your thighs spilled out of her grip as she massaged your skin.
You whined softly, the cool air of your room hitting your skin, but quickly being replaced by the feeling of Ellie’s large hands pawing at your legs. You sighed, turning towards her a bit and giving her better access to you before you shook your head, knowing she wouldn’t let this go without somewhat of a compromise.
“If I tell you I’ll go to the next one, will you drop it?” You practically pleaded, knowing the girl all too well for these games. She’d massage you and caress you until you were putty in her hands, getting you to do whatever it was that she wanted.
She flashed that beautiful smile your way as she finally broke her attention away from your legs, nodding eagerly. Now this, this was progress. Never had Ellie gotten you to promise her something like this, and it made her insides burn with excitement.
You giggled softly as you watched her beam like a kid, making your heart warm up at the sight. You rolled your eyes playfully before you pressed your hand against her chest, pushing her away playfully. “Fuck off…go, have fun tonight…text me when you’re home?” You questioned as you looked up at her, feeling that same sense of anxiety that you felt when you hadn’t heard from her for the entire week.
You had just gotten her back, she needed to know how important that was to you.
Her large hand grasped your wrist gently as it was pressed against her chest, staring down at you as you practically begged her to touch base with you when she got home. She hummed, staring down at you as her fingers caressed your skin gently, your hand emitting warmth against her skin before she nodded.
“Always baby…I’ll see you later, okay?” She assured you with a firm nod, causing you to smile up at her. You gave her a soft noise of agreement before she leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to her head and letting herself out of your apartment.
You sighed as you watched her leave, your heart sinking once her presence was no longer there with you. Once you heard the click of your front door, you fell back into your soft bed, unable to shake the new, uneasy feeling that came with seeing her.
You thought the following week with Ellie being back would be easier.
It wasn’t.
After the bizarre incident that happened with her banging on your door at one in the morning, you didn’t see her for the rest of the weekend. She texted you nonstop, more so than usual, but her physical presence was once again an enigma. Although she wasn’t completely gone as she was before, the lack of actually seeing her was doing your head in, and you had no idea how to actually bring it up to her.
You expected to brush it all off on Monday morning. You’d wake up for class and Ellie would be waiting for you in the courtyard as usual, like she always did because she was just Ellie, your Ellie, no different than before.
At least that’s what you tried to convince yourself.
When you got to your college campus, it seemed as though Ellie’s disappearing act was still in full swing, because she wasn’t there waiting for you. There was someone waiting for you though.
There was one bit of attention that you received during the week of Ellie’s absence that wasn’t directly associated with Ellie, not entirely at least.
Amber was in a few of your classes, and she seemed nice enough. You’d never spoken to her long enough to fully know her, but in the small exchanges that you had with her, you knew she was nice.
She had made her way to you in the middle of the week, noticing that you had been eating lunch alone in the courtyard, or perched up against a tree listening to music or reading. It came to a surprise to you when she wasn’t asking about Ellie, but instead about you. She was sweet, and funny, and as selfish as it may have sounded, she was someone to talk to while Ellie had practically abandoned you.
You couldn’t help but blush softly once she looked in your direction, giving you an excited wave and a small smile as she patted the spot next to her on the bench she was sat at.
“Hey stranger, was waiting for you” She smiled softly, causing you to giggle softly as you sat down next to her. Amber was nice to be around, she made it easy for you. You preferred to listen, and she always had so much to say to you, or about you, complimenting your outfit for the day, or brushing strands of hair from your face.
She was in the middle of asking you how your weekend went, and you opened your mouth to tell her how it was, quiet and uneventful as usual.
But a dark, looming presence cut your words short.
Like a dark, grey cloud, Ellie stood over you both, and she looked terrible. The radiant light that she had emitted on Friday was gone, instead replaced by dull eyes, rimmed with dark bags. Her lips were dry, and the color had been drained from her face, and if you didn’t know any better, you’d think that the awful cold she was telling you about was back to harass her.
Your eyes widened as you stared up at her, worry filling your chest at how fucking tired she looked. “Ellie? I…are you okay? You look awful. Do you have a-“ she cut off your words, her eyes boring holes through Amber’s skull as she towered over the both of you.
“Who the fuck are you?” Her words were harsh, and pointed and it sounded like Amber had done something horribly wrong, when all she had done was have a conversation with you.
“Ellie what the hell! Amber I’m so sorry I-“ your attention was turned towards Amber as you rushed out an apology, feeling like things could go south at any moment. Ellie looked fucking mad, and something inside of you told you that you wouldn’t play with her right now.
“Amber? Amber? Who the fuck is Amber?” Her tone was pointed, but this time it was directed towards you. Anyone walking by would assume that you had been caught cheating on your girlfriend, and her accusing tone didn’t do anything to make it sound any different. Your eyes widened in disbelief as you finally stood up, pressing your hand against the fuming girls chest to try and put some sort of distance between the two of them, as Amber was clearly just as confused as you were.
“I’ll…talk to you guys later…” Amber mumbled awkwardly, giving you a small apologetic smile before she rushed off towards her first class of the day.
You were too busy to give her anything but a quick wave and a smile before your attention was turned back towards the angry girl that stood before you.
You were filled with anger, and worry, because not only did your best friend speak to someone in a tone that they did not deserve, but she looked half fucking dead.
Her eyes trailed Amber like she was ready to kill, watching her every move until she was completely out of view. She felt your soft hand against her cheek, trying to pull her back down to you. When she finally did look down at you, the look in your eyes made her heart crack.
You were practically begging her to tell you what was wrong, because so many weird things had been happening. And you had enough.
Before she could even understand, you were dragging her across campus. The sun was so fucking bright, and she was so fucking hungry, and seeing you with Amber made her fucking blood boil.
And don’t even get her started on how good you smelled.
She couldn’t focus on anything other than the empty feeling in her stomach, the feeling nagging at her to be noticed, to be acknowledged, the only thing able to distract her from it was the anger she felt when she saw you settled next to a girl that wasn’t her, bare legs on display for them, why the hell were you even wearing a skirt? Did you want Amber to notice? Did you wear it specifically for her? Did you have a crush on her-
Her racing thoughts were cut off when she felt that you had both stopped. She blinked a few times, her blurry eyes taking in her surroundings. You had brought her to the library, tucked away in the very ends of it where no one would find you. You were staring up at her, arms crossed over your chest as you waited for something, anything, from her.
She gave you a lazy shrug. “What?”
Your eyebrows furrowed, mimicking her lazy shrug. “Seriously? That’s all you have to fucking say to me? Ellie, why did you yell at Amber that way? And why the fuck do you look half dead?? Are you sick again? Why don’t you tell me what’s going on!” Your voice grew louder and louder with each words you spoke, feeling your anger rise.
Ellie groaned softly as she shushed you, knowing she didn’t need anymore attention than she had already been getting. Plus, the pounding in her head wasn’t helping either.
Ellie sighed softly, watching as you waited for her response. She knew she couldn’t keep lying to you, she was acting out and she knew that you could read her like the back of your hand.
“I just…have a headache, okay? I didn’t sleep well last night” It wasn’t entirely a lie, she really did have a headache, and she didn’t sleep a goddamn wink the night before.
You huffed out, clearly still not satisfied with the answers that she was giving you. You felt like calling them answers was too forgiving when they were barely that.
“Okay cool. That settles your appearance, but what about your behavior. What makes you think you can talk to people that way Ellie? What makes you think you can talk to me that way?” You questioned, once again begging for some sort of clarity from the girl, one that she was proving time and time again she could not provide.
She felt ashamed, small under your pleading gaze. She knew she owe it to you, and she knew you didn’t deserve what she was dishing out to you.
But the mere thought of you talking to Amber made her seethe, and she felt the anger return in the blink of an eye. She was irritated with everything, everyone, even you, because what makes you think you can just do that in front of her? Have you learned nothing? Do you know nothing?
She’s angry, and she can’t stop the words that are leaving her mouth.
“Because you’re too fucking stupid to see when someone is using you”
You’re not sure what you expect her to say, but it sure as hell wasn’t that.
Her words make your mouth close instantly, because you truly don’t trust yourself enough to know that anything else that leaves yours will be sensible.
The look in your eyes makes Ellie’s heart tug, and she knows she’s done it, she’s forced you to put up those walls that she had taken down herself throughout her entire friendship with you. But for some reason, she can’t find it in herself to stop.
“Don’t give me that fuckin look, it’s true and you know it. Everyone knows it. They all came to you when I wasn’t here because they see the way you follow me like a fucking child, she was using you to get to me just like they were” lies, it was all lies and Ellie fucking knew that. Amber liked you, and everyone except for you could see that. Amber had never had any sort of dealings with Ellie and she never wanted to, she wanted an opening to talk to you, and she saw it when you weren’t by Ellie’s side.
And that pissed Ellie off.
She struck a nerve, she knew that. Your eyes began welling up with tears, filling up like big swimming pools. You bit your lip to hold it back, you refused to cry in front of her, especially when she was the one that did this to you.
You inhaled deeply before you gave her a small nod. “Okay Ellie….” Was all you could truly say. She’d said all she had to, and you heard her loud and clear. You were a burden, and she had just confirmed that.
Ellie wanted to reach for you, and pull you into her body and tell you that it was all okay. But the damaged had been done, she had said what did and there was no going back from it.
Not to mention, she didn’t fully trust herself to hold you in her arms right now.
The small sniffles she heard when she rushed past her and out of the library was the nail in the coffin, and she let out a low sigh as she pinched the bridge of her nose, the pounding in her head getting harder and harder to ignore.
She needed to fucking eat.
You were avoiding Ellie like the plague.
You’d managed to get by throughout the week without seeing her. Ellie had messaged you the same night after the incident at the library, but you were too exhausted to even care. Her words still echoed in your head.
Because you’re too fucking stupid to see when someone is using you
You winced, the tone of her words making you feel so fucking worthless. You huffed as you stared up at your ceiling, holding back the tears that would spill passed your cheeks and wet your pillow anyways.
You couldn’t wait to come back home after everything happened, wanting nothing more than to just crawl into your bed and ignore everything that had happened.
And you did, you went too and from class without saying a single word to anyone. Anytime you’d caught Ellie staring at you from across the room you’d ignore it, and keep your head down until you were in the clear.
What you did do however, was text Amber.
Amber had done a great job at distracting you from the horrible things your best friend said to you. You were devastated, and you realized while muting Ellie’s messages that Amber had given you her number within the week that Ellie wasn’t there. So you took advantage of it.
You were too miserable to talk to anyone in person, but the warm glow of your phone reflecting onto your face was enough to fill the small void that had become present within the week.
Texting Amber is actually what got you in the position you were in now.
It was Friday night, and you were stood in front of your mirror, smoothing down the clothes that gripped your body. You wore a pleated denim skirt that was far too short, watching yourself in the mirror alone was enough to make you feel shy. The black baby tee that you wore hugged you perfectly, leaving a sliver of skin revealed right below your shirt and above your skirt. You turned around, eyeing yourself and thinking about how ridiculous you looked, and how rifidi you’d this all was.
And the fact that Ellie would be there.
This was the party you had promised her you’d go with her to, and you were going with Amber, the girl she had yelled at in front of you for simply speaking to you.
You shook the thoughts away, fluffing out your hair and reapplying your favorite lip liner before you grabbed your black boots and zipped them onto your feet, grabbing your phone and leaving your apartment without another thought.
Before you knew it, you were stood outside of the godforsaken frat house you had been dreading all week.
You sent Amber a quick message before you locked your phone and made your way inside.
It was dark, purple and blue lights reflecting off the bodies that were smooshed together. The smell of sweat, weed and alcohol assaulted your nose, and the loud music was so strong that it made you feel like your insides were shaking, and you remembered why you hated the party scene so much.
You sighed as you squeezed passed them all, your hands gripping the ends of your skirt to keep yourself from flashing anyone.
You made your way into the kitchen, letting out a sigh of relief to see that it wasn’t as packed as the main area of the large house. You needed breather, because it was all hitting you slowly. You didn’t want to be there, and you almost always avoided places like this because this wasn’t your scene.
It was Ellie’s, and the idea that she was there at the party made you feel even worse.
You needed to distract yourself, and eventually find Amber. You turned around, grabbing a red solo cup and mixing equal parts of flat soda and whatever cheap liquor was available to you before you took a big gulp down, wincing at the sharp taste evading your taste buds.
You turned around, your butt pressed up against the counter as you babysat your drink, eyes drifting towards different people that came in and out of the kitchen. You were almost done, and you had almost completely convinced yourself to get up and leave, until you saw a familiar face beaming your way.
Amber.
You sighed in relief as she made her way towards you, her arms slipping around your waist and tugging you closer to her body. The alcohol already had you feeling warm, and the feeling of someone else pressed up against you made you feel even warmer. You giggled softly as she pulled back, hissing softly as she bit her lip.
“Fuck you look good…where have you been hiding all this, hm?” Her words made you blush, and you nudged the girl playfully before she grabbed your hand, interlocking your fingers as she nodded her head ti the dance floor. “Shall we?”
You gave her a nod, cheeks burning red as you threw back the remaining alcohol in your cup before you let her lead you out.
Suddenly, the party didn’t feel all that suffocating, and neither did your thoughts. It felt easy, like breathing. Ambers hands were pressed up against your waist, pulling your ass flush against her friend as she guided you to grind against her to the heavy beat of the music, and you fucking liked it.
You liked being here without Ellie, being your own person, with your own thoughts and your own wants and needs. Gone were the days where you were her shadow, following behind the girl you desperately wanted more with just for her to say the things she said to you the last time you spoke. You felt like you were floating on air, your hands reaching behind you and tugging at ambers hair, pulling her closer to your neck that she was attacking with kisses.
You almost keeled over and died when you caught sight of the piercing eyes that were tracking you from across the room.
There she was, in all of her glory, Ellie fucking Williams. Your best friend was sat on a couch across from the dance floor, a pretty girl settled on her lap, nipping and tugging at her neck very similarly to the way Amber was doing to yours, and she looked like she wanted to fucking kill someone.
Her radiance had returned, no longer looking frail and ill, but instead beaming like a goddess who had come down the golden steps from the sky and gracing the presence of you mere mortals, if only for a second allowing you to bask in her beauty.
You felt your heart get stuck in your throat with the way she looked at you, her large hand gripping her solo cup so tightly you were sure she’d destroy it if she held it that way any longer. Her eyes made you whimper, and Amber must have assumed it was her making you whine because she smirked against your neck.
“Hmm…you wanna move this party upstairs baby?” Her question caught you off guard, and it took a small squeeze on your hip to break away from Ellie’s intense gaze. You gave her a small hum in response before she chuckled against you. “I said, do you wanna move this-“
Her words were cut off by a very familiar presence next to you.
You weren’t sure if you were drunk out of your mind, or if Ellie really had just crossed the entire house in half of a second, but all of a sudden she was no longer on the couch, and instead she was towering over both you and Amber.
Amber is rolling her eyes once she pries her lips away from your soft skin, staring up at Ellie as she keeps your body pressed against hers. “Are you fucking kidding me man? How many times are you gonna cock block, Williams?”
Ellie is visibly seething, her arms crossed over her chest as she stares down at you both. Her eyes drift towards the way Amber is gripping your hips, and the way your hands slowly drop down from her hair, and she wants to fucking kill someone.
“Leave before I fucking make you Amber”. Her voice is deep, and raspy, most likely from smoking all night. The mere sight of her is making you wet, because she’s glowing like she usually does and she looks like your Ellie again but just….more.
Amber sighs as she gently pushes your body away from hers, her own arms crossing over her chest as she steps closer towards Ellie, silently challenging her as she smirked. When she opens her mouth to say something, Ellie is already placing her palm on her forehead and harshly pushing her back.
Amber stumbles backwards a bit, catching her footing and staring up at Ellie, ready to push back with a punch of her own.
But the look in Ellie’s eyes is fucking scary, you both see it.
Her eyes are dark and low and she almost looks like a fucking animal under the dark light of the house, chest heaving as she watches Amber, ready for everything that she’s going to give her.
But she doesn’t, because she’s scurrying away like a little mouse, and Ellie is smirking in victory as she watches her.
You watch in disbelief as Amber scurries off, and you figure that’ll be the last time you ever hear from her.
You step in front of Ellie, staring up at her with wide eyes, because you truly cannot believe what she’s doing to you.
“Im fucking over this Ellie. You ignore me for an entire week, leave me worried sick about you, then you show up at my house in a weird manic state telling me I need to come to a party with you, and then the following Monday you’re making me fucking cry in a library because of how pathetic you said I am, and now I’m not even allowed to dance with a girl at a party?” Your words were fast, angry babbles leaving your lips as you stared up at her.
And her heart is tugging at the sight of you, because this is the first time she’s been able to talk to you in a week and you’re close to tears, again, and she fucking hates herself for it.
But she also can’t ignore how fucking good you look. Your skirt is hugging your plush hips so well, and it’s making her want to reach out and grab so fucking badly, because she expected this night to go so differently. She wanted to have a good night with you, hold you, tell you how much she wanted you.
And tell you how she had been through literal hell and back within the last two weeks.
Ellie had become a monster because of stupid fucking dare, and she didn’t know how to explain it to you. She didn’t know how to explain to you that the insatiable hunger she had for women could only be satisfied by you.
But you were still staring up at her, waiting for answers that she couldn’t give because she had dug herself into a hole too fucking deep to give you any answers.
So she did the only thing that had been on her mind for the last two weeks, and most likely ever since she had met you. She grabbed you.
She grabbed your wrist and pulled you up the stairs of the frat house to one of the spare rooms that was there, thanking whatever invisible force that was listening that not only was the room clean, but it was empty.
She ignored your whines and huffs as you tried tugging your way out of her grasp, because she knew it was now or never.
When she closed and locked the door behind you, you didn’t even have any time to scold her any further, because her strong hands were gripping your waist and her lips were on yours.
She swallowed the gasp that you let out, your eyes fluttering shut the second you tasted her, she tasted of weed, whiskey, and mint, and you quickly found yourself wanting more of it, because it was authentically her.
You whined against her, tugging at the hair at the nape of her neck as she kissed you desperately. Her tongue was pushing into your mouth and you suddenly felt dizzy, the sudden shift of your entire friendship was too much to handle. Going from not hearing from your best friend at all to having her tongue down your throat was almost as intoxicating as the alcohol that you as consumed earlier.
“Ellie…Els s-slow down…” you moaned out, yet your lips moving against hers said the complete opposite. You burned for her, your body screaming for her hands to be all over you all at once.
You could feel her smirk against your lips, made you whine. She was being so fucking smug, and it made you want her more. You were tugging at her shirt, any anger you had in your body gone, now replaced with the desperate need that you had for her, burning you from the inside out. “Tell me what you want baby..anything…I’ll do anything for you”
Her words were genuine, making you feel light headed. She made it sound like she’d go to the ends of the earth for you, crossing the seven seas for you, whatever you fucking wanted, she’d give it to you.
You moaned softly, confidence coursing through your veins as you grabbed her wrist, guiding her to cup your clothed pussy, letting her feel how wet you were. “Here…need you here Els…please…” you whined out.
Ellie groaned, feeling that familiar animalistic desire fill her up to the fucking brim. Her hunger was usually in her stomach, empty and annoying, but now, with you, she felt it pulsing against her cunt.
“Fuck…come here baby…lemme take care of you…” She walked you back towards the bed, her chest pressed against yours, she kept going until the back of your knees were pressing against the bed and forcing you to sit down on it for her.
You whined softly as you stared up at her in awe, feeling your heart burst with how fucking pretty your best friend looked standing above you. She used her knee to push your legs apart, spreading them further for her before she crawled towards you, pressing her lips against yours once again as she pushed you to sit back further on the bed.
“Lemme make it up to you Bambi…yeah?” Her words made you moan, and you nodded eagerly. For a minute her words from the library were flashing through your mind again your heart tugged, but the attention she was giving you now was truly making up for it.
She kissed down your body, pushing your shirt up and revealing your pretty nipples for her. She hissed, latching her lips around one of them as her hand pressed between your legs, feeling up the wet cotton of your panties.
You were like a dream, your moans and whines making her feel like it wasn’t even real for a moment. The small gasp you let out when she pushed your panties to the side was like music to her ears. You pouted softly when you felt her smirk against, your patience growing thinner and thinner with every passing moment.
“More Ellie..please…fuck…please” you begged, and Ellie wanted nothing more than to please you. She tugged your panties to the side, letting her long fingers dip into your soaked heat.
“Fuck…pussy is so fucking warm for me baby…my perfect fucking girl…gonna be dripping down my fingers if I waited any longer huh?” She questioned. You nodded eagerly, watching her with hazy, lust filled eyes. She reached that familiar spongy spot inside of your cunt and you were sure you were close to tears
Her words were too much, and the feeling of her long fingers, knuckle deep inside of your pussy had you a mess, a mess just for her, and something about that finally satisfied the hunger that she felt all the time.
She began kissing down your body, needing to feel more of you against her. She wanted to be filled up to the brim with you, her senses absolutely overwhelmed with you.
The sight of her slotted between your legs made you moan softly, your eyebrows furrowed as you watched her, a needy moan leaving your throat as your hand came down to tug at her hair gently.
Ellie let out a low groan when she caught sight of your pussy, licking her lips as she pressed her hands against your thighs, spreading you further.
“Fuck…would’a look at that…can practically see you throbbing for me baby…so wet and needy…fuck…lemme taste you baby…” she sighed out, her words muffled as she pressed her plump lips against your soaked core.
Your back arched almost painfully once you felt her skilled tongue flicking your clit back and forth. The feeling was so foreign yet so familiar, as if the girl belonged there, as if she was made to please you.
And she felt the exact same, the feeling of your hands tugging at her hair was like the purest ecstasy she had ever felt. Her green eyes staring up at you as she latched her lips to your weeping pussy, keeping her mouth suctioned onto you as you began grinding against her face.
She wanted to drown in you, she was even sure that if you suffocated her with your thighs, she’d been totally fine with it. Her hands gripped your thighs tightly, stopping you from running away as you wriggled beneath her, unable to deal with the pleasure that she was giving you.
But she gave you no choice but to take it. Her lips were latched onto, making your back arch as you felt yourself cumming all over her face.
Her eyes were rolling to the back of her head as she moaned into you, and it was almost like she was the one that was experiencing the most electrifying orgasm that she had experienced in her entire life, and not you.
The pleasure was soon swapped out with an overwhelming feeling of sensitivity that was consuming you with every flick of her tongue. “Ellie…mmm…fuck..come here…wanna kiss you…please..” you whined out.
Her lips unlatched from your pussy with a pop, and it prompted you to whimper softly. Her face was soaked with your arousal, but her eyes were filled with pure love and adoration as she crawled her way up to you, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips. The taste of yourself made you moan, and Ellie was already pushing her tongue into your mouth and prepping you for what else she had planned.
Her words were muffled against your lips, as she didn’t want to leave your mouth for even a few seconds. “Can you give me one more baby? Wanna fuck you….can you do that for me baby?” You whined softly against her, already nodding and tugging at her top.
“Want it…fuck…I can do it I promise…please Ellie…” you sighed out, your hand slipping underneath her shirt and giving her nipple a soft pinch. She hissed softly at the feeling before she nodded, pressing another kiss to your lips. “That’s my girl…lay back for me baby…” She moaned out, her hands massaging your thighs as she gently pushed you back to lay on the bed.
You took it upon yourself to pull your top off, leaving you only in your skirt as you stared up at her. Ellie peeled her top off as well before she undid her jeans, pushing them down along with her boxers, leaving her naked above you.
You brought your hands up to undo the button to your denim skirt before she grabbed your hand, shaking her head as she swiftly pulled off your soaked panties. “Leave it…I like this skirt on you” she smirked down at you, causing you to blush.
She grabbed your thigh, slotting herself between you and pressing her wet pussy against yours. The second she felt you, she let out a long, loud moan. It was like the hunger she had been cursed with had finally been satisfied once she felt herself press up against you. She looked down at you, watching the way your slick and hers mixed together, coating your pretty pussy and glistening just for her. Her hand gripped your ankle, and you watched in awe as her tattoo flexed as she thrusted against you, her pussy bringing you pleasure that you had truly never felt before.
“H-Ahh! Fuck…Ellie please…please go faster…mmm…fuck fuck fuck fuck” you moaned out, your eyes squeezing shut. You couldn’t focus on anything other than the feeling of her pussy on yours.
A firm hand gripping your cheeks made your eyes flutter open, and you gasped softly at Ellie staring down at you, her lip tugged between her teeth as she groaned and moaned above you.
“Don’t close your eyes..you need to fucking look at me when I’m fucking you. Tell me who’s making you feel this good, tell me who you fucking belonged to” she gritted out, squishing your cheeks together so that your eyes would stay on yours.
And you always knew the answer, you’d always belonged to Ellie. From the moment she found you, you were hers, and there was no way you could ever deny that.
You moaned loudly at her words, reaching your hand towards her and catching her nipple in your hand, cupping her boob and flicking her nipple between your fingers before you nodded. “M’yours El…all yours…always…mmmph-…have been…ahh I’m gonna cum!”
Your words made her insides coil, and she felt like she could die happily right the and there. She nodded, prompting you further as she moved her hips faster, speeding up the pace of her pussy grinding down against yours.
“Cum for me, fuck….I fucking love you…i fucking love you Bambi…fuck!”
Your orgasm hit you like a train the second she said it, and you weren’t even totally sure if she really did say it. Sure you’d told each other you loved one another before, but god it was never like this. It wasn’t like she was on top of you fucking herself down onto you, but she was saying it, and you felt like you’d pass out.
And if you thought you were hallucinating before, god were you wrong now.
Because you swore when she threw her head back and came on your pussy, you saw pretty, pointy white fangs gleaming in the dark room.
She collapsed on top of you, breathing hard as she pressed her face into your neck. You stared up at the ceiling, her hands wrapping around your waist and keeping your naked body close to her own.
You were in shock, because your best friend had just fucked the day lights out of you and you weren’t totally sure if it was a dream, or if it was real, and she told you she loved you…
And you could feel her fangs grazing against your neck.
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megan fox/jennifer check x actress!reader where you're cast to play Needy, but you're having trouble nailing a scene. thankfully, your castmate megan is willing to help calm your nerves. (combined two reqs from @bubblegumbitch1331 and @nycbarbie4)
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loss of virginity, hard/soft dom, praises, pet names, slight degrading, partially in character.
You were stood around, shifting from one heel to the other in an effort to not lose feeling in your legs. When would this scene ever start? As if you weren't nervous enough, it seemed like your dread just kept building the more the filming was prolonged. First, the director wasn't sure of the lighting. Then, she wasn't sure of the lens. You were only getting more and more fidgety by the second.
"Okay, okay. Places, everyone!" She finally yelled out, queuing your heart to start racing.
Megan walked out onto the set, wearing only a shirt and underwear. It took all the strength in you not to let your eyes wander, opting to just try and focus on getting this scene done and over with as soon as possible.
It's not that you didn't want to film a scene like this with a girl like her... But you were extremely nervous seeing as all the acting classes in the world had not prepared you for one quite like this.
Megan sat beside you on the bed, pulling the duvet up just slightly over her long, smooth legs. You gave her a quick glance of acknowledgment, attempting to play off your nerves like they were nothing.
"Okay, so, Megan you're explaining all that happened to you after the fire. (Y/N), you're standing," She moved you by gently guiding your shoulders to the correct position beside the bed, "Here."
You nodded and watched as a writer leaned down beside Megan and held the script between the two of them, pointing out a change to it. You took this opportunity to look over her appearance. Her raven hair was in a relaxed style, with natural-looking makeup to match. She was wearing a white and grey three-quarter sleeve Evil Dead shirt, paired with star printed undies. Of course, she looked good. But she looked especially stunning with this soft, laid-back look.
"Action!" A yell from the director snapped you out of your absent-minded thoughts.
Megan began reciting her lines perfectly. You stood there listening to her, replying when you needed to. Your stomach was only sinking more and more, with each word diminishing the distance between the two of you. You could hear your heartbeat in your ears as she moved to stand on her knees on the edge of the bed, now eye level with you. You took a shallow breath before she leaned in and kissed you.
'Just get through this and then you're done. Then you're done and it’s over.' You thought to yourself while your eyes were pressed shut.
"Cut, cut." The director yelled and Megan pulled away, looking at her quizzically.
"(Y/N), where's the passion? Where's the fire?" She tried to hype you up, but it ultimately failed. You were far too uncomfortable and lost to confidently navigate this scene.
The director glanced down at her watch, "Well, it's almost time to wrap up for the day. You're probably just tired. Tomorrow, you nail this scene, got it?" Her question was more of a command as she eyed you expectantly. You nodded your head out of obligation.
Without looking back, you rushed off set and headed straight for your trailer, closing the door behind you and taking a deep breath for the first time in what felt like forever. You sat at your makeup table and let out a sigh of relief. As you were in the middle of removing your makeup, you heard a light knock on the door. You were annoyed by the intrusion but said 'come in' regardless.
Megan walked in, biting her lip. She was still wearing the top from set, now with the addition of black booty shorts.
"Hey, I just wanted to check on you." She sat on the couch beside your makeup table, and you struggled to avoid looking in her direction, "You seemed a bit... Off on set."
"Yeah. I'm fine." You said, coming off colder than you'd intended, "I guess I'm just... Not used to that type of scene." You admitted meekly.
"Sexual scenes?" She asked bluntly to your surprise.
"Uhm... Yeah, those." You distracted yourself by throwing away the trash that had accumulated on your desk.
After a moment of silence, Megan spoke up, "Have you never done it before, (Y/N)?"
That took you completely off guard "...What?"
"Have you never had sex before?"
Even though you weren’t looking at her, your face was heating up from the tip of your nose to your ears. You and Megan had become friends during shooting, with you developing a small but ever-growing crush on her, but you’d never found yourself speaking about something so intimate with her before.
“Oh my gosh.” She said with a smile that could practically be heard.
“I don’t know. I guess I’ve just… never had the opportunity?” You admitted, tucking some hair behind your ear and turning around to look at her.
Megan’s head was tilted to the right side, looking up at you with a fond expression.
“What?” You asked, feeling nervous under her intense gaze.
“I think it’s sweet.” She shrugged and bit her lip.
“Yeah, well,” You threw yourself down onto the couch beside her with an exasperated sigh, “It’s making me stress the fuck out for this scene.”
After a few seconds of silence she spoke, her voice low, “If your lack of experience is what’s stressing you out… maybe you just need some practice?” She turned her body to face you, studying your expression with her piercing blue eyes. “Maybe I can help you with that, honey?”
You gulped a bit, your mouth becoming dry and your face becoming hotter than it previously had been.
“What do you mean…?”
“Well, are you into girls?” Without breaking eye contact, she lightly bit down on a long, fuchsia nail, only adding to the ever-growing sexual tension between you two.
With a sudden rush of adrenaline, all you could think to do in response was to lean forward, putting your left hand on the right side of her face and pulling her into a kiss. It very quickly deepened, escalating into exchanging gentle bites on each other’s lips and your tongues ending up in each other’s mouths. After a few minutes of making out, her hands started to slowly run down your torso before finding the hem of your shirt and lifting it up, both of you breaking the kiss and you holding your arms up to allow her easier access to removing the garment. You lied down on the couch, letting the soft, firm fabric warm up your exposed skin. When her hands found the waistband of your shorts, you lifted your hips up for her, leaving you in just your bra and underwear.
Your hands instinctively went to cover your chest, hiding your ever-growing insecurities from her. No one had ever seen you topless before and you worried that she wouldn't be impressed by your physique.
“Nu uh, sweetie.” She said softly, taking both your wrists within one of her hands and holding them over your head. She leaned down and whispered, “You’re far too beautiful to cover up.” She began softly kissing your neck, before gradually getting more and more rough, leaving circular marks that would surely appear bright by tomorrow.
“Are you sure?” You wiggled a bit, trying to get comfortable underneath her.
“I’m positive.” She sat up, her legs on either side of your hips, “Are you comfortable going further?”
You nodded your head shyly but eagerly.
“No, sweetie, I’m gonna need a verbal response.” Megan gave you a gentle smile and moved a piece of hair from your face.
“Yes, I would like to go further…” You said shyly, kicking your feet a little bit, much to her amusement.
“Do you remember your lines?” Megan asked, “We’re perfecting your acting skills. Remember, Needy?”
She gave you a cheeky smile before running her fingertips over the center of your underwear. Your only response was a shudder at her touch, prompting her to continue. She pulled your underwear to the side and rubbed your clit in circular motions, prompting your back to arch and your mouth to part ever so slightly in a gasp.
"Please." You breathed out, wanting more. She used her other hand to put two fingers in you and leaned down to kiss you as you rut your hips into her palm.
"You're doing so good for me, baby, keep going." She bit her lip and looked down at where her fingers were pummeling into your desperate cunt, the wet sounds only getting louder and louder with each passing minute.
At this point you had no room for shame or doubt, you needed her so badly that the lust triumphed any other emotions.
You'd quickly become so wet that her fingers were sliding out too easily. That, in combination with the clit stimulation, was about to bring you to the edge. You just had to hear her voice again, that was the push you needed.
"Megan, ple-"
You were cut off when you were met with a sudden, painful slap to your bare pussy, causing you to arch your back in pain and pleasure.
"Who?" The way she loomed over you, the light behind her resembling a halo but casting a dark shadow onto your frame. You couldn’t help but feel so submissive under her control.
"Jennifer, please. Don't stop." You whined, looking up at her with desperate, pleading eyes, "I'm so close."
"You're gonna have to beg for it a little harder, little girl. Tell me exactly what you want."
"I want you to take my virginity, Jen.” You said quietly, sharing a moment of vulnerability with her.
She smiled softly at your sincerity, “I can do that, sweet girl.” She leaned down and kissed you deeply, her tongue running over your lips as she wiggled out of her own shorts and underwear, leaving her in only her shirt. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.”
That last line felt like she had broken character. It felt so soft, so sweet, and it absolutely melted your heart and made you swoon like you never had before.
She positioned one of her knees over yours, letting one of her hands run over your soft tummy to gently stable herself before she lowered herself against you. You clenched at the sight between your legs, the both of you losing yourselves in the feeling of your skin sliding effortlessly against each other.
“Oh my god…” You spoke breathlessly.
“That’s it, baby. Just focus on my eyes and let me do all the work.” Her hand went down to clench your jaw, an action that looked a lot rougher than it actually was. With every gesture, she was gentle and guiding.
As you gazed up into her hypnotic baby blue eyes, you began to feel your mind slipping away from you as your body took control of your actions for you. Your hips methodically grind upward against hers, your fingers nimbly gripping the edges of the couch cushions, and your breath getting lost in your throat.
Your vision began to get blurry, but you could see Megan smirking down at you before she leaned over you and kissed you passionately. She ran a hand through her hair, continuing her pace thrusting against you. You kissed back, pushing your chest against hers to feel some sort of friction. She got the cue and, without breaking the kiss, moved her hands up to your bare chest. She took your nipples between her fingers and pulled gently before releasing and repeating the process, making your orgasm come quicker and quicker by the second.
The kiss was broken by you throwing your head back, “Jen-!” You spoke breathlessly.
You heard her smile and soft exhale before she let out a low moan, “You close, baby?” You could tell by her voice that she was holding back in order to finish at the same time as you.
“Y-yes.” Your fingers raced to grip onto her shoulders, leaving crescent shaped red marks on them as you desperately dug your nails into her freckled flesh.
“Come for me, whore. Come on mommy’s cunt, pretty girl.” Though her words were harsh, her voice was loving. Megan’s hand reached down to rub circles on your clit, pushing you over the edge as you let out a strangled moan. Your vision went white and all you could feel was the ever-accumulating warmth covering your thighs and Megan’s hand. Every muscle in your body felt divine, like you were ascending to cloud nine just by the feeling of her skin and her mumbles of praises whispered in your ear, only loud enough for the two of you to hear.
You didn’t know how long your orgasm went on for, as it felt like time didn’t even exist when you were entangled in Megan’s embrace and your legs were intertwined. All the stress from the day had melted away as you ruined the couch underneath you. All you could do was stay in place, your head resting against the cushion and your eyes shut tight as your chest heaved for air.
She didn’t say anything either; she just looked down at you fondly while delicately brushing her fingers through your now tousled hair.
You felt heat rise to your face as you came back down to reality, the weight of your current predicament sinking in and making you as coy as ever. How could you open your eyes and face the world normally now after you just had a mind-blowing first time with the hottest woman you’d ever laid eyes on.
You weren’t the only one to take notice of your painfully obvious blush, as you heard a soft giggle surround you. You opened your eyes and looked up at her, taking in the beauty and tranquility of the moment.
“You’re beautiful.” She said, running the back of her hand against your cheeks to feel the warmth that rose to them.
“Did I do alright?” You asked nervously. “You did absolutely perfect, darling.” She smiled down at you proudly before giving you a quick kiss, “I have a good feeling you’re going to effortlessly nail that scene tomorrow.”
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hwangyeddeongie · 8 days
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bratty yuna hcs pls 🫣
CW: smut. Men and minors DNI
brat!yuna x reader hcs
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-okay I think we all know yuna is like
-the brattiest, whiniest bottom EVER
-like she does NOT CARE
-if you’ve ever watched Jennifer’s body, there’s a scene where she’s calling her best friend Needy on the phone and telling her how hot she feels while strutting around in her room in mini shorts and a tight shirt and checking herself out in the mirror
-like. that’s SO yuna
-she loves getting dolled up, even for the most mundane events
-she could be going to the convenience store at the corner and she’ll choose a whole outfit and do her hair up
-she takes advantage of this fact to tease you
-she’ll wear ridiculously revealing clothes that leaves just enough to the imagination
-I’m talking mini skirts, tops (with no bra on), or JUST a bra with a thin jacket on top
-it’s so obvious she’s trying to rile you up, but if you ever bring it up she’ll just be like
-“what do mean? this is how I always dress…”
-sits on your lap A LOT
-even though there’s like 6 perfectly acceptable seats (in your humble opinion) around you
-likes it when you grab her waist/hips to move her around
-will purposefully drop things and bend over right in front of you, giving you a perfect view up her skirt
-really embodies the “look, don’t touch” motto, especially when she’s trying to tease you
-if you try to grab her ass/touch her inappropriately, she’ll slap your hands away with a tsk
-she never holds up for long, though, since you know all she wants is for you to fuck her silly
-SO into mirror sex
-she loves the way she looks (queen), and seeing herself get railed is kind of a confidence boost for her
-she’ll put up a fight in bed, won’t let you have it too easily
-but secretly loves being put in her place
-she mentioned one time after you guys went at it that she likes being talked down to
-she was half asleep by then so she doesn’t remember saying that, but you never forgot
-goes crazy when you mix praise and degradation
-“my pretty little slut.” “such a good whore for me.” “what’s the matter? isn’t this what you wanted?”
-you guys go on for hours because she’s such a brat
-you just want her to give in and beg, meanwhile she REFUSES to give you what you want
-ends up with you either edging her until she snaps, all sweaty and voice hoarse from hours of screaming your name
-or overstimulating her until she’s too weak to stand on her own and she physically CANT come anymore
-has a vast collection of toys
-most of them pink (are we surprised)
-owns a pair of fluffy pink handcuffs that you use a little too often
-mostly because she will just resort to touching herself if you don’t or are trying to edge her
-so you tie her up and hold her legs open so she has nothing to get herself off with
-has a filthy mouth and uses it to her advantage because she knows it flusters you
-loves to sext you and sends you nudes at the most random times
-“I’m so wet just thinking about you, baby…you should come over ;)” text paired with a video of her gathering her slick on her fingers and spreading it all over her pussy, or her pumping a toy into herself
-responds to EVERYTHING with “make me.”, and she sometimes underestimates how seriously you take that
-loves it when you use a strap on her and boss her around
-“get on your hands and knees.” “Such a whore for my cock.” “you’re so desperate, aren’t you?”
-takes it like a champ, and responds beautifully to degradation
-SO loud
-like, you feel bad for your neighbours, especially since you guys go on for so long
-loves to take you from behind, probably likes being spanked too
-she will completely crumble if you call her princess
-she will never admit it out loud though, you’re just going off of the way she gets wetter every time you call her a slut or pinch/slap her for misbehaving
-occasionally does like a break from the rougher stuff though, especially when she’s had a bad day
-on days like those, she prefers to go slow as you whisper praise into her ear and tell her how beautiful she is
-same goes for aftercare, if you’ve just been rough with her, she needs a lot of reassurance and cuddles afterwards, so you always make sure to shower her with love
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Okay guys please send in requests for heathers/jennifers body/scream bc I would really appreciate it <33
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Dirty Thing | Eddie Munson
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Request: an eddie x reader where reader is giving eddie SO much attitude and just egging him on all day (maybe even flirts with steve just to really get under his skin) and eventually eddie just has enough and puts her in her place. spanking, use of his handcuffs, using his bandana as a gag because she just won’t stop mouthing off because this is exactly what she wanted while he fucks her so hard she’s screaming and squirting all over his cock and he just keeps going.
Summary: You've pushed the limit with teasing Eddie tonight, and he's going to do everything in your power to eat your own words. Hold on tight little thing. The reader is AFAB, but uses gender-neutral pronouns!
Warnings: SMUT, 18+, oral (reader receiving), teasing, handcuffs, gag, spanking, DOM! EDDIE, sub reader, mouthy reader, unprotected sex, swearing, mention of a safeword (but not used), aftercare!
Word Count: 3.7k
A/N: I really enjoyed writing this piece after my 3 week writing break, and especially after some other requests have been hard to write. This just came so easily, and anon I hope you enjoy it!
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Sometimes, Eddie was the most patient man, always charming, always waiting for his turn and always willing to meet your needs. But tonight, after he watched you dance with all his bandmates after a show, in tight jeans wrapped around your figure and a shirt that left hardly anything to the imagination, Eddie wasn’t playing around anymore. 
When the two of you finally arrived back at his trailer in the very early hours of the morning, he was near fuming, slamming the door closed behind him and throwing his keys on the bench before turning on you. Sure, you liked seeing him riled up, liked making your boy feel the lust running through his veins to a point he couldn’t do anything but kiss you till you were out of breath, but this was something new.
“You know, you can be a fucking tease when you want to.” His finger is right in his face as he glares at you, and if you didn’t know him well, you think he was actually angry. But this was Eddie, and as much as he liked having you to himself, he also adored showing you off. 
“Oh yeah, Eds? If I’m a tease, then I don’t even know what you were when you let Jennifer Lewis grind against you on stage.” You looked up at him through your lashes, yet Eddie wasn’t phased. 
“We always do that, sweetheart. But you never dance with the boys, you never let them touch you…you never let them…” His voice dropped off then as he gazed down at your figure, brown eyes darkening in the low light of the living room, and you knew right then that he wasn’t even angry, jealous maybe. 
“Of course I never let them touch me, Eddie.” One of your hands moves up to hold his shoulder, bringing him closer to you and letting him lean slightly into your touch. He ducks his head down somewhat so he can see you better through his long hair, and for a moment all he wants to do is kiss. “You’re the only one allowed to touch me, baby. Only one I’ll let kiss me, hold me, fuck me.” 
Eddie’s had it then, and without a moment of warning, he’s pressing you against a wall and kissing you breathless. His kisses are hard, and he’s got his whole body on yours, a hand in your hair and another holding your waist tightly. This is exactly what you wanted, and when his tongue presses against the crease of your lips, you can’t help but let out a desperate moan, not caring if you sounded so needy. 
He’s lapping it up, a hand wandering underneath your shirt and pressing against the skin of your stomach, making goosebumps rise up on your skin as his mouth moves from your lips and latches itself to your neck. He’s got you right where he wants you then, whining and bucking against him in a futile attempt to get more of what you wanted. You should be worried about the marks he was leaving, but you could care less, especially when he nips at your pulse point and soothes it with the tip of his tongue. 
“You know, I was thinking of taking it easy on you tonight, be soft and gentle…but I think I’ve decided to change plans.” Eddie picks you up then, hands gripping your thighs against his waist and lips pressed to your collarbone as he walks you towards his bedroom, kicking the door behind him. “If you want to be a little minx at one of my shows, then I’ll make you realise what you’re really in for.” He drops you on the bed then and towers over you.
“Oh, you think you can tame me, Munson? I’d like to see you try.” Eddie’s tether snaps then, and he’s kissing you again, a hand trapping both of yours above your head, and he’s lapping up the moans that spill from your mouth. Your eye catches something glinting to the side, and when you turn your head so he can have access to your throat again, you see the handcuffs in his hand, the ones that he always kept in his back pocket. You knew you were in for it then, but you only smirked, winking at Eddie when he caught your gaze.
“Fine then, have it your way. Now, remember, say “fire” if you need me to stop, okay baby?” Eddie’s watching you to make sure you’re listening, a hand cupping your face gently to keep your attention. But you nod, a grin wide on your face that makes Eddie grin back. 
“Do what you want with me, Eds.” With that confirmation, Eddie locks the cuffs around your wrist and hooks them around the headboard of his bed, stretching your arms out to a comfortable degree. He strips his jacket and shirt then, throwing the clothes to some corner of the room, and then his lips are back on your skin. 
It’s like Eddie can’t get enough of the taste of your skin, slightly sweet and just that little bit salty against his tongue, and when he breathes in your scent, he feels like he’s in heaven. But already you’re whining for more, demanding that he put his hands on you, make you come and devour you like you know he wants to, and he can’t have that. 
There’s a loud ripping sound that catches your attention, and suddenly your shirt is in pieces on the bed, giving Eddie clear sight of your perfect tits, which he doesn’t hesitate to pinch and massage. He’s always adored your tits, loves seeing them at every angle, loves watching as your nipples harden and can’t get enough of seeing the little bruises his mouth leaves from love bites that litter your skin. And when he finally gets his mouth on them tonight, he can’t help but let out a loud moan, finding some relief with your hot skin against his lips. 
“Fuck, baby, you’re so good with your mouth.” Eddie can’t help but smirk around your nipple in response to your praise, and when he pinches it gently between his teeth, your back is arching up into his touch, skin shining in the light of his bedroom lamp. You’re moaning loudly at the feeling of his biting touch, and your fingers are twisting in the chain of the cuffs. Eddie is lapping up the sight, his fingers playing with the waistband of the tiny skirt you’re wearing; the one you deliberately wore to rile him up. 
He knew what was underneath, and when he dipped his fingers under the hem and pressed them against your covered mound, he nearly laughed at how wet you were, feeling the tips of his fingers already being soaked.
“Damn, little thing. All I’ve done is play with your tits, and you’re already soaking through your panties. Who knew you were so easy for me?” His words were teasing, dripping with lust and want for you when he spoke near your ear, and all you could do was buck into his touch, wishing he’d move on quickly and give you some relief. 
“Eddie, please! Stop teasing me, fucking hell.” Eddie snaps his gaze up to you, and you know instantly you’ve made a mistake, but you’re also not going to take your words back. His eyes have a new fire in them, and for a moment he stills, thinking over his next move. 
He doesn’t take long, and soon you’re on your stomach against the bed, your ass over his lap and not having another second to breathe before his hand is hitting your ass. He’s not taking it easy on you, not starting off gentle or giving you a moment to relax. Instead, his hand is harsh against your skin, the cool metal of his rings sending shocks down your spine in equal parts pleasure and pain, and fuck, you can’t get enough.
“You think you get to demand things from me tonight? Whine and bed and be a bossy little thing?” Eddie slams his hand down against your ass once more, earning a pitchy whine from you, music to his ears, and he can’t help but grin when he sees a tear fall from your eye. “No, not tonight doll. You just get to lie here and take what I give you and trust me, tonight you might not be so lucky to get off like you want to. Now, count to ten for me, baby.”
As you count, he spanks, sometimes landing hits directly over your ass, and other times on the crease between your thighs and ass, letting your skin bloom with blotchy handprints. He can’t help but grin as he sees the effect he’s having on you, watching your skin transform and hearing your blissed-out sobs. You’re such a mess already, and he’s enjoying every second of it. 
When you finally yell out “ten”, Eddie leans down to press kisses to your abused skin, moving so that he can run a hand down your back to soothe you, saying “you’re perfect, the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen”. And when he turns you over, he can’t help but lean up and kiss you, gentle and sweet. 
After giving you a couple of minutes to breathe as he runs his fingers through your hair and strips the two of you of your remaining clothes, his tormenting side comes out once again, and soon he’s got your legs hiked over his shoulders, and without a moment to lose, his lips are on your cunt. 
You’re so wet, come dripping down your thighs already, and as much as Eddie wants to make another quip at how soaked you are for him, he’d rather get a taste of you first. His arm is around your waist, keeping you against the mattress, and when he lets his tongue flick against the lips of your cunt, you can’t help but wail, hands balling into fists. You’re so hot, and Eddie groans at the sight in front of him, and the taste on his tongue. Sure, he’s been down on you plenty of times before in various situations, but it always gets better. 
Eddie’s also grinding his hips against the mattress, trying to find some sort of friction that will give him some sense of relief, and he wishes for a moment that your hands weren’t cuffed so you could pull his hair like he always loves, but for now, this is perfect, and when he laps your juices up and rubs circles around your clit, he watches as you see stars.
“Oh, fuck, Eddie, I’m so close, so so close!” You’re panting above him, and his gaze is trained on your heaving tits. He can’t help but let his hand leave your shaking thigh so he could massage one of your breasts, and the new sensation has you moaning uncontrollably. 
“Oh, listen to all those pretty noises you’re making for me, darlin. Such a good thing. Just a bit longer, and I’ll give you everything you need.” Eddie’s mouth only leaves you long enough to speak, but he sees you nod in understanding, mouth open in a heavenly sigh that he wished he had recorded. 
And then he’s diving back in, licking you like no tomorrow and trying to suck every ounce of pleasure from you. Your thighs are tight around his head, but he doesn’t mind, just chuckles against you when you whine once again. But you’re sick of the teasing, and when it seems like he’s going to pull away again, you cry out.
“For fucks sake, Munson, get on with it.” Everything freezes then, and for a moment, you’re both too stunned to speak. And then Eddie’s looking at you, eyes hard and mouth pulled into a frown, chin covered in your juices. You should be scared, should try and apologise for going against his wishes, but you’re frozen in place, and then he’s got a hand in your hair and he’s pulling you up to be level with his gaze.
“I was so close to giving you exactly what you wanted, doll. But of course, you had to go and ruin it, I thought I taught you better.” He let you go then, and you fell back against the bed, watching him closely as he paces the room. Eddie grabs something from the desk then, and you can’t see it clearly before he’s in front of you again, straddling your thighs with a sinister grin on his face. “Have it your way then. If you can’t be a good little thing, then I guess I’m going to have to make you.” 
Eddie holds up the bandana then, and he grins as your eyes widen suddenly, your teeth biting down on your bottom lip to try and hide your excitement. Eddie knew you weren’t scared, and he knew you also wouldn’t back down until it got too much, but he still watched your expressions closely to make sure you were okay. That’s also why he placed the bell in your hand, another assurance that you were safe and secure, and if you dropped the bell, he’d stop everything in a heartbeat. 
“You okay with this baby?” Eddie gently lifts your head so he can wrap the bandana around your head so that it covers your mouth, but he doesn’t tie it until you confirm with a soft “yes” and lean into his touch. He smiles then, makes sure the gag isn’t too tight and that your hair won’t get caught in the material, then he leans back to look down at his work; your tear-stained face, bruised skin, sweaty torso and covered mouth. “Good good, now I really get to have you how I want to.” 
He stands up and shifts you so that you’re flat against the bed, a pillow pushed underneath your bruised ass and one under your head so you’re not tilting your head uncomfortably. He’s wiped his face down with his discarded shirt too, sick of the sticky feeling on his lips. And then he grabs his old Polaroid camera from its home on the shelf, makes sure it’s has film, and then turns and snaps a picture of you. His eyes glint as he takes picture after picture, getting all your angles and when he takes a picture of your glistening cunt and the mess you’ve made on the sheets, he can’t help but groan and rub a hand over his very neglected cock. He’s had enough then, puts the camera back and decides he’ll look at the photos later, and then he’s on you then.
Eddie starts by kissing you exactly where you want him, lips against your cunt again. Then he’s moving up, over the crease of your thighs and up your hips, making a little trail against your stomach and between your tits, giving each one a teasing squeeze. And then he’s at your neck, and he can’t help but leave more marks on your already bitten skin, relishing the whine you let out against the bandana. 
“You know, there’s one thing that never changes about you, doll. Even when you’re being a complete brat and forcing me to put you in your place, you always make my cock go rock hard. Hell, if I didn’t know better, I’d say it’s your best talent.” He’s leaning over you then, the tip of your cock hitting your chin and leaving a trail of pre-cum against your skin, and he hums at the sight. But he’s getting distracted again and knows if he wastes any more time, he won’t be lasting long tonight. 
Eddie’s lining up then between your legs, your ankles hooked over his back and his gaze capturing yours, and when he looks down at where the both of you are about to connect, he lets out a blissful sigh before sinking right in. 
The moan that escapes through the bandana is sinful, and Eddie doesn’t even give you a moment to adjust, he just starts thrusting into you at a punishing pace. It’s so fucking good that your eyes roll to the back of your neck when he grips your hips and pulls you closer to him, grinding up against your hip and letting his lips go down to yours, capturing you in a bruising kiss. 
Eddie puts all his effort into getting the both of you off then, and when he lifts your hips from the bed and angels his hips deeper, you’re suddenly crying out with abandon, trying to grip onto something that’ll ground you into the moment. He’s never been this rough before, but you’re loving every minute of it, sobbing against the bandana and jolting with the force of his thrusts. 
And then he’s rubbing circles against your sweet spot and you’re seeing a whole galaxy in your eyes, swirling around above you as he tries to push you over that cliff of pleasure that you’re dying to finally get. You deserve it, you’ve been such a good sweetheart for him, but Eddie’s also missing the sounds you always let out, and suddenly he’s tearing the bandana off your mouth and kissing you hard, a hand tangled in your hair to keep you close.
“There we go, doll, scream for me. Let me know how good I’m making you feel. Let me hear you get fucked.” You’re wailing, the sounds mixing in with the pounding of Eddie’s hips and the wet sounds of where the both of you connect, and your head is thrashing against the pillows, a small pool of drool gathering on the material. 
You’re fucked out, so perfect for Eddie, and when he lets you come, finishing you off with a powerful push of his hips, you’re screaming into the night, body shaking and rocking against his to drain every ounce of pleasure. He feels something hitting his chest and rolling down his stomach then, and when he looks down, his eyes widen and lips curve into a grin, watching as the cum you’ve squirted paints his pale skin, glistening in the light of the lamp.
“Oh, that’s it, darlin, such a good baby, squirting all over my cock, making such a mess for me.” He doesn’t stop pounding into you, doesn’t give you a break to collect your thoughts and try, but instead he’s chasing his own release, flipping you over so you’re on your stomach and your ass is in the air, another perfect picture to add to his memory. 
“Eddie, please, please cum, I’m-,” You cut yourself off when another orgasm rocks through you, even stronger than the first, and neither of you expected it. And when Eddie sees you come again, feels your walls tighten around his aching cock, he loses it, bucking into your sweet cunt and cumming finally.
You’re so full, and you can feel his release dripping down your thighs and you’re sure it’s adding to the mess on the sheets, but neither you or Eddie care, especially as he wraps his arms around your waist and rests his body against your back to gain his breath again, pressing delicate kisses to the curve of your shoulder.
The both of you rest in silence for a while, neither having the words for a conversation, but then Eddie’s getting up, grabbing a towel from the back of his desk chair and wiping himself down. He unlocks the handcuffs from around your wrists without you asking, and watches you carefully as you turn to him and smile; a smile that’s so blissful and happy. He can’t help but chuckle at your expression and gently cleans you up.
“I’ve got some cream for you in my draw, but you’re also gonna have to go to the bathroom, doll. Do you want some help?” Eddie doesn’t even wait for a response, and ever the gentlemen lifts you up from the bed and carries you quietly to the bathroom, resting you down on the toilet. “When you’re ready, I’ll have some clothes for you to sleep in.” You nod, and the man leaves you for a moment for you to pee and clean up properly, and on shaky legs, you walk back to the bedroom.
He’s already put clean sheets on the bed, opened up the bedroom window, got two glasses of water and has the cream ready on the bedside table. He helps you into the fresh clothes then, an oversized Metallica tee and a pair of his briefs, and when you’re ready, he lets you lie down so he can rub cream on your bruised ass, making the marks sting less, and then he rubs the cream into the marks left by the handcuffs.
“So, turns out I do know how to push your buttons.” Eddie laughs loudly at your remark and offers you a glass of water to drink. You look at him, his hair a mess and cheeks pink, and he pulls you to him when you finish drinking. 
“Oh sure, but I might need a week to recover from that. And you might need a week to be able to walk straight again.” He’s pressing kisses to the side of your head, and you’re resting lazily against him. “You want any food, I’m pretty sure I’ve got leftover pizza in the fridge?” You shake your head in response, resting your head on his chest and burrowing under the warm comforter.
“Not right now, Eds. I just wanna sleep. What time even is it?” You’re half asleep already, and Eddie has you wrapped in his embrace, soft and comforting and safe. He runs his finger tip over your forearm and wrist and glances at his watch.
“Just past five am, sounds like the perfect time to sleep.” Eddie looks over at you, waiting for a response, but you’re already fast asleep against his warm body, and he can’t help but chuckle, hold you tighter and lean over to turn off the lamp.
Eddie Munson always loves when you push his buttons, loves when you can take as good as you give, and he always loves when you give yourself over to him, trust him, love him and tangle yourself in him. He wouldn’t have it any other way, even if sometimes it makes him jealous to see you dancing with other guys, though he knows you’re all his, and you always will be.
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espresseo-cafe · 3 months
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life is still beautiful | johnny | ch.7
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genre: cappucino, romance, angst, university!au, dad!au, drama, slice of life
pairing: collegestudent!johnny x fem!reader
bean count: 5.4k+
warnings: mentions of bullying, anxiety breakdown, health issues
a/n: last update before i go on a short hiatus for the winter break! will be back in january 💚 enjoy your coffee this holiday my beans! note: this is only a work of fiction, it doesn’t reflect the artists’ personalities in any way.
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hugging her books, yeri plucked up the courage to walk around the campus. despite the rising fear she had in her chest, she had to get to class earlier than anyone else. the wandering eyes she got from just her presence made her feel helpless.
she knew she was stronger than that. she had to stand her ground on her own. being the eldest of four girls, she had to hold herself together in ways of emotions, mental state, and heck, even physically. however, one could only manage one thing at a time.
the tote bag got creases from her grip, she inhaled and exhaled. mentally telling herself ‘fighting’, she made her way to the hallways.
“ugh she’s here again.”
“i know right? it’s crazy.”
“that first year? i heard she’s really close with the seniors.”
“gross, she thinks she’s ‘all that’.”
“cringe.”
yeri wanted to cry, what did she do to deserve all this? she could feel her mouth quivering, making her footsteps speed up. with all the thoughts and negativity building up in her head, an image of you flashed all so suddenly.
she remembered how you consoled her, how you gave her advise to stand strong even if she felt like breaking down. and felt ashamed to not have done the same when you dealt with much harder things.
she still ran though, but became stronger and a small smile appeared in her face then..
she found herself bumping into someone.
“ow- watch where you’re going.” she groaned, rubbing the sides of her body.
“huh, you were the one so busy running-“ a guy raised his voice, his friends seconding his statement. “ah it’s you. the attention seeker.”
yeri froze, not this again.
“you can just stay there, it suits you.” another girl named jennifer giggled then pushing her to the ground, “got all the dirt as your makeup.”
mark witnessed this on the way to the lecture hall for his class. he flinched seeing yeri’s skirt slightly higher than it meant to be. he didn’t think twice and his instincts immediately took over him.
yeri saw this unfold in front of her, like a film, the red and blue cardigan slowly covered her legs. she blinked when mark sat down and blocked her view. her eyes trailed to the glasses he was wearing, his eyes unreadable. if she didn’t do that, she wouldn’t have realised she had tears rolling down her cheeks through the reflection.
the boy stared at her with clenched jaws before side eyeing the people behind who did this. he turned to her briefly and gave a handkerchief to wipe her tears, he whispered. “use this.” mark then stood up and dusted his jeans, placing his hands in the back pockets. “ah, you shouldn’t have done that.. jake. you got my jeans all dirty.”
jake raised a brow, his group of friends huddling up behind him, “you did that to yourself, helping this needy cheerleader.”
“i know, and that makes me a better person than you.” he said quite frankly and jake had a sour face on him; obviously pissed.
“by being an author? you had potential in basketball and yet you gave up your scholarship to become a freakin’ nerd! you’ve disrespected the whole team!” jake snapped, his ears becoming redder.
mark just chuckled, “disrespected? ha, this is why i left. jerks like you don’t deserve respect.”
mark approached yeri, holding her hand to help her stand and pull her away from the growing crowd around them and telling her that they should leave.
“you think you could get away just like that?!” jake called out, attempting to pull his shoulder while jennifer pulled yeri’s ponytail.
yeri let out a startled squeal and mark’s eyes widened, while he himself received a hard punch to the face, both of them falling to the ground. the others just laughed at the scenario and cheering them on.
“mark!” she shouted, her cheeks earning scratches from jennifer’s slaps, the wounds stung painfully as her tears made contact.
jake was actually enjoying this, continuing to punch the boy while the others kicked his body. he was about to give the hardest punch but his arm was yanked back. he looked behind, and his eyes widened when he realised who it was.
“j-johnny sunbae.”
johnny glared at him. holding jake’s arm, he lifted him up and shoved him to the ground in one go, instilling fear in the other students. “did you get the rest on camera?” johnny looked back at you, who was holding your phone that recorded everything, nodding in response before stopping.
“yup.” you popped your lips, placing your phone back in your pocket. “this will go well in your scholarship.. jake, was it?” you turned to other boys, “it’s going to be much worse for you lot as well.”
jake was struggling to stand up until his friends helped him. mark stood up in pain and yeri held his back and vice versa. johnny’s friends ran to the commotion and stood behind the two juniors.
johnny glared at jennifer when he noticed yeri’s face bleeding from her cheek. he treated yeri like a little sister, so seeing her hurt made him upset. he stomped to the hitter, “did you do that to yeri!?”
jennifer hitched a breath, her voice shaking, “i-i..”
“i said, did you hurt her!?” he shouted, his arm slammed the locker next to him in anger when you decided to barge in. you knew johnny had a temper, given his reaction from the motel reception. this could go worse.
“johnny.” you loudly called him, holding his forearm and the guy snapped out of it. “stop. don’t do that.”
johnny has a rush of guilt in him, “y/n, i-”
“let me do it.” you slapped her on the cheek, hard. “you must be jennifer. hi, i’m y/n.”
she held her face in pain, scoffing at the audacity. “you dare do that to me?!”
“i can do it again for free if you want.” you looked at your hand, “i’ll add fingernails for extra price.. oh wait, nevermind. you’re not that valuable.”
jennifer screeched in anger, “you b-”
you threatened her with a fake slap, it was enough to make her flinch. grabbing her sweater and pulling her close to you, you said in a cold voice, “you dare hurt yeri and her friend again, you’ll face being kicked out.” then facing to the group behind her, “your friends are at risk too.”
the younger one frowned, “you’re threatening me?!who are you to make a claim like that?!”
you smirked and bit your tongue, letting your grip loosen. “my bad, i forgot to introduce myself properly. my name’s y/fl/n, daughter of the y/l/n’s, board directors of the education bureau.”
the students started whispering to each other, even johnny and your friends had their mouths wide open in shock.
how ironic, i’m the estranged daughter. you told yourself.
the bullies went away and so did the other students, leaving you and your friends in the hallway. and you let out a soft, long sigh. your hands were shaking, spasming out of nervousness. it was the first time you announced that, the word daughter (of your parents) left a bitter taste in your tongue.
you felt dizzy that you lost a little balance but you didn’t want to worry the others. so you bit your lower lip to wake yourself up.
kun appeared in front of you with a smile on his face, “you’re the daughter of the board directors? you’re big time y/n!” he ruffled your hair then seeing your lips pale, “you okay?” you nodded, giving him a half smile and putting a finger to your lips keep it a secret. so he nodded, taking it as a sign that you didn’t want to bother the rest, “here, take my water bottle, it’s new.”
yeri wiped her tears and hugged you from the back. “thank you, y/n.” you patted her head and hugged her back when her mood suddenly changed, “something’s in my mind though..”
you looked in concern, holding your hands together, “what is it?”
she looked at everyone before turning on her sassy attitude, “why are you and big bro johnny wearing the same clothes?”
taeyong looked at johnny then to you and back again to his friend, “ah, she’s right.”
jungwoo squinted like he was figured something out, jumping after while pointing, “omg- its from a motel isn’t it?! you guys slept together??”
“johnny!” kun punched the tall guy, “have some dignity!”
“we didn’t sleep together!” you both said in unison, while your friends looked at each other in silence.
“i don’t believe them.”
“same.”
“yeah, or no same clothes.”
johnny sighed loudly, crossing his arms, “it’s a long story.. yoohyeon left for paris yesterday then we hung out at a nature reserve and bosco broke down and we got poured on so we went to a nearby motel to stay the night. and if you’re thinking otherwise, no we slept separately. i slept on the sofa and she slept on the bed.”
they looked back at each other and johnny hoped his friends got the message because he knew how hectic their minds could get. he stared at them while they stayed silent and analysed the situation once more.
“nah they probably did.”
“no doubt.”
“we felt the tension between them.”
johnny groaned and gave himself a facepalm, unbelievable. “i’m done here.” making you shake your head in agreement, then you stopped him.
“johnny.” he looked at you before stopping, “i’ve been thinking about it all night but after youngmin’s birthday, im going to go see my parents tomorrow. they managed to contact me even when i tried my best to cut off any connection.”
as if he knew this would happen, he smiled sadly and scratched the back of his head. “sorry, i gave them your number because they kept calling me in the middle of the night.. well i did give them my number back at the carnival, so it’s expected.”
you grumbled, feeling awful for him, “i should be sorry. i guess this is time for me to clear thing with them. i’ll leave at seven, just before the party finishes.”
he patted your shoulder, “yeah sure. will you be alright alone?”
you nodded, feeling slightly confident, “not really but i think i could manage. actually it feels like i’m going to the principal’s office like i did something bad.”
“but you didn’t do anything though?”
“i left home, not contacting them for three years. so yeah it’s definitely bad in their eyes.” you combed your hair back, “but it’s okay, i knew i’d face this sooner or later.”
——
seungcheol sat by the bleachers after football do-overs, wiping his sweat with the towel that his coach gave him. it had been days since he actually participated, so you could say he was still a bit off course with the drills, despite being the captain.
a bottle of water appeared in front of him, his doe eyes found the giver. he scoffed to himself, “and what are you doing, rowoon?”
the tall guy sat beside him, smiling cockily, “i saw johnny suh a week ago, hyung.”
“and what do you want me to do?” seungcheol spun the unopened bottle, not making eye contact with him. “don’t include me in your useless sidelines.”
“even if it includes the girl from that accident? heard he’s hanging out with her all the time.” rowoon grinned mischievously, now getting the older one’s attention. “and i know you got the hots for her.”
seungcheol rolled his eyes at the boy, then standing up to prepare for his leave, “rowoon, what do you really want from me?”
“police are apparently still looking into the investigation. i have the details and i need your help, whenever you’re free though.”
——
as johnny had hoped, youngmin’s birthday boasted the weather. it was a perfect morning, the bright sun was all out and he could smell the familiar scent he loved to wake up to every morning at his family home: bacons.
a shuffle next to him made turn to his side to face the newly awaken little human. youngmin was a happy baby and still is, and because of it johnny’s mornings were always on a positive note. “hey little buddy, good morning! who’s turning two today?”
the two year old gurgled and sat up with his fluffy bed hair, then climbing on johnny’s stomach. “na! (me)” while raising his arms up.
“good boy!” johnny sat up and gave youngmin’s sides a tickle before carrying him and going downstairs to where his mom was cooking breakfast. he kind of stopped in his tracks, seeing you beside her wearing an apron, helping to make breakfast and other foods for the party.
“good morning mom.” he said as he placed a kiss on her cheek, rubbing her back. he took a good look at you, who didn’t take notice of his presence as you had earphones on.
his mom gave a teasing grin, nudging her son. “aren’t you going to give her a kiss as well? i promise i won’t get jealous.”
johnny’s ears turned red and scoffed, “mom, stop.” but he smiled when he put youngmin down, the toddler running to hug your legs.
you gasped at the sudden contact, the knife cutting your finger, “ah.” bringing your finger to your mouth.
mrs. suh and johnny also flinched towards your reaction, johnny put his arm out halfway but hesitated. his mom looked at him, seeing her son’s reluctant self made her click her tongue, so she pushed him to you as she took youngmin to the living room. “stop being a coward. it’s not manly.”
johnny squinted his eyes at his mom, “she-”
“oh you’re here, johnny.” you took off your earbuds, finger still in your mouth.
“you okay?” he asked, his hand touched the back of his neck.
you made a disgusted face, the wound actually went deeper than you thought. “yeah. word of caution, blood and minced garlic do not go together. it’s gross and it stings.”
johnny laughed, walking closer to you. you stepped back a bit towards the kitchen counter, hand just holding the edge. he reached out for something from the cupboard above you. “i’ve tried that, worse taste ever.”
fetching a first kid kit to his hand, it nearly fell that he lost balance and held the counter. your hands brushing briefly next to each other and it gave you a cold chill down your arm and made johnny hold in a breath. your faces were an inch away from one another, pairs of eyes having a stare battle as if it were the only thing in the world consisted of.
the brown orbs that looked into yours was hypnotic that you could faint instantly. johnny on his sane self kept his gaze on you locked, like you were the missing key to his unopened soul. he knew you were pretty already, but this close of a distance had him changing his mind that you were so much more beautiful.
the weather was understandably warm, but what you didn’t understand was why your face was mirroring its temperature. you knew johnny had this effect on you but today was… different? you couldn’t explain why that you just kept quiet without saying a word.
“so are we just going to stare at each other the whole day or what?” johnny asked softly, then looking at your lips that were agape, looking away slowly as he brought the kit down. “because as a future doctor i need to tend to my patient.”
“then this doctor needs to take a sick leave because he’s distracted.” you sniffled, putting the knive away and washing your still bleeding finger.
“well that’s because i have a pretty patient.” he said out loud, then mentally screamed because he actually said it out loud.
he took your hand and disinfected it before putting a band-aid. you thanked him softly and continued to prepare for the party just after lunch. his group of friends came right in carrying balloons, cutleries, lootbags, and more food and drinks. he sighed briefly that no one saw that you and him had a face off, because if they did, he’d never hear the end of it.
youngmin’s birthday had more visitors than expected, johnny’s family home was filled noises that a party should have. he looked at the little boy, eating his cake that he smashed just a second ago, giggling through the cream that reached his cheeks.
though he looked at his son with pure love and heartfelt feelings, his gaze shifted from him to you, since you had mentioned that you were leaving early in the evening. he wanted to join you, having met your parents two months prior in an overwhelming atmosphere. however, he had extended family and friends under the same roof, so escaping was far from a good option.
from where he was sitting, he liked how you talked with his family but his heart ached a little knowing that was what you wanted. he felt a little nudge, from a friend he hadn’t seen since middle school. “yo johnny. that girl your new one, the one in beige?”
johnny wiped his mouth clean before answering, “w-what no.. she’s a friend.”
“you sure? if she’s your friend then you don’t mind me making a move on her? she’s seems alright.” he stood up and johnny’s instinct was to hold his friend’s arm, stopping him from making any more steps to you.
his friend took that as a sign that you weren’t just anybody someone could approach, and that spoke louder to him that johnny had his eyes on you first. the corners of his mouth rose a little, “on second thought, i’ll go get more food.”
with this much people in the suh’s home, you guessed that johnny’s family was somewhat prominent. by the looks of how johnny was raised and how people treated him, he was definitely respectable.
and just how he weirdly occupied your mind once again, you found yourself looking for him, just to be caught by johnny’s eyes himself. your eyes widened and checked the time, you had to leave soon. it was your parents’ anniversary and figured that you could patch it up with them. it had been three years, it was more than enough time to tell what you needed to.
johnny gestured for you two to talk a little at the porch. “are you sure you don’t need me to accompany you? i can step out for a bit.”
you slung your bag on your shoulder, “johnny, youngmin needs you here more. he’ll cry when he doesn’t see you.”
he combed his hair back, “actually i feel like the roles have reversed now, he’d cry when you aren’t around.”
“you’re kidding.” you chuckled.
“nope, and i have a video to prove it.” he shook
his new phone. you pushed him because he had been flexing his new gadget to his friends the whole day. he curled his tongue and smiled, taking something out of his pocket, “just.. take this. it’s a panic button, if anything happens.” he handed you the said item.
your heart pinched, not because of how attractive he was, but how attentive he was to your situation. “thank you, johnny.”
making your way down to the bus stop, you noticed he was still just a feet behind you to make sure you got on safe. he waved as you took your seat before the transport drove pass by him, and he might’ve just ticked the boxes you liked for a guy.
your phone buzzed, a notification from johnny popped up:
[ johnny ] : “you can do it, just remember to be strong. well; i know you are but i guessed you needed a booster 💪🏻”
[ you ] : “yeah, i’ll do my best. thank you.”
johnny went back to the party and accommodated the guests he didn’t get to entertain. he spotted his friends having fun with his nintendo switch while his parents were busy conversing with his aunts and uncles.
he helped himself to the kitchen, pouring a glass of water to rehydrate his drying throat. he loved the summer because of the heat, but nothing beats the feeling of cold liquid to soothe his body temperature. with the way he drank a third glass, he realised he hadn’t been drinking enough since lunch.
he sat on the counter, scrolling through his phone for the next hour or so. hearing goodbyes from several families as they took their leave, he waved at them. this continued until his friends were the only ones left behind, deciding last minute that they’d sleepover for the night. his parents agreeing since it was nearing the end of summer vacation and for their help in preparation of youngmin’s birthday.
one of the last families wanted to go karaoke and johnny’s parents joined them, saying that the night was far from over. his mom asking him to look after the house and make sure not to make a huge mess while they were gone.
johnny was relieved that everything was in place and how youngmin was still happy despite most of his playgroup friends had already left. he stretched his arms to carry the child, waving to his parents as they left.
“did you have fun today, youngmin-ah? happy birthday again you little rascal.” he lifted him higher, giving him raspberries blows on the child’s stomach. his happiness was cut short when he noticed his friends went unusually quiet.
he guided his eyes to where his friends were and he didn’t believe what he was seeing in front of him.
minji stood there, her arms crossed together as a bag dangled on one of them: a gift for her son. “hey..”
yeri’s brows furrowed and anger took over her, marching towards johnny’s ex. “how dare you show your face here after what you did to johnny?!” seulgi and mark pulling her back before she did anything, “you got some nerve, you b-”
“yeri.” johnny started, handing the child to kun. “what do you want, mj?”
her expression was soft but that was about it, not anyone knew what her intention really was besides giving a gift to youngmin, which jungwoo took when handed over. “i was hoping we could talk..” she looked to the others then back to johnny, “alone?”
johnny gestured to his friends to go back to the house and clear up, saying he wouldn’t take long.
taeyong looked back in concern, his gut telling him something was going to happen. he heard the two argue many times and he knew that this wasn’t going to be any different. so he decided to stay close to the main entrance in case one of them broke a vessel and scrolled through his phone.
the weather forecasted that tonight would rain due to continuous heat and sunny periods, so the group hurried back before the typhoon arrived. after a few minutes, the house was almost cleaned up when everyone heard minji and johnny shouting and raising their voices.
“this is why you should’ve answered my calls! you can’t just tell me that you want to get back together after ghosting me when i messaged you!” johnny fumed up, pointing fingers at her when minji just remained silent for a bit.
“i said i was sorry okay?! maybe i shouldn’t have come here! you’re still the same!” minji spat back, holding her sweater to prevent her from doing anything rash.
seulgi held her back, while taeyong pulled johnny too. yeri pushed mark aside gently and pointed at minji. “leave. now. before my hands break loose.”
minji gave everyone a long glare before stepping out, clicking her tongue in distaste. johnny’s friends saw how she walked away in shame and anger, not a word spoken between them as they stood by the porch.
——
the ride wasn’t as long as you thought, probably just three stops away. the restaurant your parents booked was the same one as the photo where everyone was.. happy. you’d be lying if you said you weren’t nervous at all because in reality, you really were.
stepping in the restaurant, the grip on your bag crumpled and you exhaled a breather. spotting the reception and informing the staff of the booking, he then guided you to a vip room.
the table was placed behind the glass window, three empty chairs reserved for you and your parents. it had been a while, and you asked yourself when the last time you actually had a proper family dinner was.
you pre-ordered the five course menu for yourself, not knowing what your parents would choose. observing the vip room, it was quiet. one painting, in particular, caught your eye. it was a centerpiece that had an abstract theme, and strangely enough it was calming your nerves until your parents arrive.
the waiter came up to your table, pouring you a glass then another handed your one-bite hors d’ouvres. peeking at the entrance, which was visible to where you were sitting, there were no signs of newcomers.
eating the one bite hors d’ouvres, you expected your phone to chime a notification, only to be met with the display time moving onward. it had been half a hour. would they really show up?
the appetiser came about, then the salad. reaching for your phone once more, you hesitantly called your dad. however, there was only the monotonous sound, saying that he wasn’t going to answer.
usually vip rooms were the loudest, the most fun. yours was the opposite as you ate in silent.
main course had already made it to your table when you noticed your parents haven’t even arrived. you called them probably five times. though it was final that they were never going to come tonight. your vision slowly blurred and it felt full, a rush of sadness overtook your entire body.
not wanting to leave without finishing the dessert, you were served the sweetest cheesecake. except that, your palate was so bland. the two seats in front of you have been empty for an hour and a half. it reminded you of days when you at home eating dinner alone.
this was no different, but why did you expect so much when it was obvious that it’d be the same as before? it was only after dessert where you realised that the windows have been painted with mirror droplets and bright flashes.
standing up, you paid the bill that was meant for three when only one just showed up. your lips quivered, holding yourself together in public.
it was when you stormed out of the restaurant where your tears fell. you cursed at the sudden rain and thunderstorm. tonight weather’s was just like how you were feeling. your tears transmigrated with the heavy rain.
you didn’t have an umbrella with you and you cried harder when your phone was on the whole time, almost draining the rest of your phone battery.
you ran, once again. the patters of heavy rain that hit your face weren’t in parallel to the pain you felt. you ran to wherever, far away from your parents (even if they weren’t there), far from the past trauma you got.
tossing the stuff in your bag, you whimpered in hiccups when your inhaler was nowhere to be seen, then remembering you had the panic button johnny gave you earlier. you pressed it immediately, hoping to inform him you needed help, now.
johnny was watching a movie with his friends to cool off his mind when his phone rang a siren. he paused the movie and had a serious look. jungwoo scoffed and turned to face the guy. “dude don’t just pause at the-” he got cut off when johnny abruptly stood up and rushed to the door, his clothes went pass the younger one. “johnny hyung?”
“i’ll step out a bit..” he scrambled through his backpack for an item he regretted not giving to you.
the rest of the gang looked up, confused faces in theirs when they tried to reciprocate his vague action.
johnny pointed towards the clock, “it’s 9pm, could one of you guys please bring youngmin upstairs and put him to sleep and mind the house? i’ll be right back.” rushing out of his family home.
kun pulled johnny’s arm back after seeing an inhaler on his hand. he thought for a bit as he tried to connect the dots, “dude, what about y/n?”
“come with me, kun.” johnny just simply asked him to.
the two ran out and took a taxi just outside, as if it was prepared for them. johnny took his phone out, the gps telling him where you were located. his eyebrows met together when you weren’t even at the restaurant you said you were supposed to be in.
“.. johnny.” his thoughts pulled him out of a trance when kun called his name. “if this is something she only told you, i’ll stay out of it but tell me where she is so i could inform the driver.”
johnny’s legs shook anxiously as he bit his nails, looking out of the raindrop patterned window. he scolded himself for not handing your inhaler to you, he regretted giving that advice for you to talk to your parents, and he wished he didn’t give his phone number. this wouldn’t have happened if he just stepped back.
kun looked at his friend, “i know that look. if you’re regretting something, don’t. you did what you can to help.”
“yeah.”
the taxi stopped at an alleyway because there was a dead end at the end of road. johnny opened the door and left, not bothering to open the umbrella he brought while kun paid the driver.
johnny flicked his already wet hair back, “y/n!” he called out, checking his phone again to see the glowing red dot so he’d know where to look. he ran when you were just close by. “kun! follow me!”
his footsteps halted when he saw you seated underneath a lamp post. he’d want to applaud you for staying there, at least he could spot you so easily but it wasn’t the right time.
your clothes and yourself were soaking wet. one of your hands holding your chest while the other held the panic button. the jeans you wore turned darker when the light was covered, you looked up and johnny was standing up front, towering over you.
“y/n..” he sat down eye level with you. he took out the inhaler, putting it in your mouth, and pressed the pump. “breathe, okay? we’ll do this a few times.”
kun saw this scene unfold in front of him, he recalled this very same gesture you did yesterday. “ah, that’s why she wanted it to keep it a secret.” he told himself, taking out a towel and held the umbrella above the two of you.
“slowly.” johnny guided you, pushing away the wet strands off your face, then wrapping the towel around you. you were still in a mental breakdown and his heart ached a lot seeing you like this.
kun swayed awkwardly but understood and took that as a sign for him to leave for a bit. he gave the umbrella to johnny before skipping through further to look for a shed while we waited.
you just continued to cry. johnny didn’t know what to do, but talking wasn’t an option. so he took his phone out, playing the favourite song you had mentioned at the road trip, and put one of his earbuds to your ear and another to his. he dropped the umbrella from his hold, mumbling an ‘excuse me’ before wrapping his arms around you.
it was hard to hide the state of your mind, but you wondered why it was so easy for you to be vulnerable in front of johnny. more tears came out with just one action, along with the song you loved. sometimes you just needed a hug, no words needed to be said.
despite the rain, you didn’t realise how cold it got until you felt johnny’s warmth; his arms was enough to make you feel safe. and you hugged him back, responding that it was okay for him to do that.
though he was keeping you close to him, johnny’s mind was occupied with so many things tonight: your difficult situation and the sudden appearance of his ex- minji.
your arms around him made him hug you tighter.
maybe, he needed a hug too.
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