#and I have more but I think I’m gonna hit the tag limit and I’m rambling but like. SO MANY IDEAS

[jenosbigtoe]

mdni. nsfw 18+

pairing: husband!na jaemin x pregnant housewife!reader

warnings: marriage au, pregnancy, he calls you mama and you call him daddy, cunnilingus, creampie, unprotected sex

for you and the dry jaemin smut tag @nominsgirl 🙈🙈 i think i went a little crazy this was not supposed to be nearly this long

“hi mama.” you’re making dinner when jaemin comes up behind you, whispering lowly in your ear, to give you a tight backhug and rub the underside of your tummy. he’s shirtless and you can feel his bare chest pressed against your back.

you squeal with delight and turn to jump in his arms, he scoops you and your 6 month pregnant body up with ease. “jaeminn!! i didn’t hear you come home. me and baby missed you so much.” you cling to his arms and wrap your legs round his waist as you lean in to kiss him deeply.

you just can’t get enough of him anymore. him finally coming home from work is your favorite part of the day. ever since you’ve gotten pregnant, you want to be around him at all times, following him around like his own shadow when he’s home and texting him all day when he’s not. you try to limit yourself to three texts a day begging him to come home and cuddle with you and baby and sometimes you even cry because you just miss him so much (it’s been 3 hours). you don’t even think you were this clingy with him when you were newlyweds.

and jaemin absolutely loves it. he was always the more clingy one in your relationship, always whining for your attention whenever he felt you weren’t giving him enough. and now he loves seeing the roles reversed, seeing you cling to him like a little koala. he loves seeing you waddle around the house with your growing belly, following him around like a puppy so he will give you cuddles and kissies. he loves seeing your belly swell with his baby, how your body is changing all because of him. when he cuddles you, you always curl yourself into his chest as he rubs your soft belly affectionately.

you’re still kissing him when he tries to put you back down, to which you protest by hitting his chest and stomping your feet. “jaeeemmmiiinnn… why are you putting me back down? i missed you so much today,” you jut your lower lip out in a deep pout and furrow your eyebrows. you try to pull him back down to kiss you but he leans away. he thinks you look too cute when you pout and stomp your foot like that.

“mama, trust me when i say i missed you and baby too. but aren’t you making dinner right now? the pot looks like it’s about to boil over.”

you quickly turn back around and look at the pot bubbling on the stove. “oh shit!” you ran back to turn the heat down and stir the pot before the food burnt but it was too late. the sauce at the bottom was turning black.

you begin to cry, tears immediately rolling down your face. “i burned our food,” you blubbered. “i was trying to be a good wife and make you a hot meal but i burned our meal because i was stupid.”

jaemin panics and runs over to you to scoop you back in his arms. “shhh no baby don’t say that. it was just a mistake, you didn’t mean to.” he tries to wipe your tears affectionately but nothing he does stops your sobbing.

“n-no. you have been w-working all day and you deserve a hot meal when you get home. i’m a such bad wife and i’m g-gonna be a bad mom,” you sob into his chest.

he starts to rub circles on your back and kisses your head lovingly. “don’t cry, mama. it was just a mistake. you didn’t mean to. i don’t want to ever hear that you’re a bad wife because i love you too much for you to be saying that. and never say you’re gonna be a bad mother because any child,” he pulls away to look you in the eyes as he says this, “would be lucky to have you as their mommy. and i know you will be such a good mommy to all of our future babies, including this one.” he takes both his and your hands and places them on top of your belly.

you sniffle. “really?”

he presses a sweet kiss to your lips, tasting the salt from your tears. “yes, mama. let’s just order your favorite takeout and call it in for the night, kay?”

you perk up and wrap your arms around his neck to give him a big hug. “yayyy!! thank you, jaem. best husband and father to be ever.”

he gives you another kiss and rubs your belly affectionately. “mmm how about i show mama how much i really love her, hm?” his hands wander from your belly and start groping at your soft thighs. you moan into the kiss and run your fingers through his hair to pull him closer to you, feeling his bulge harden in his sweatpants on your ass.

you pull away. “bedroom. now.” you say breathlessly.

he smirks. “whatever you say, mama.”

he carries you to the bedroom and lays you gently on the mattress before crawling on top of you to cup your face and kiss you more. he starts removing your clothes, piece by piece, only breaking from your lips for a brief second before going back for more. you’re finally laid bare beneath him in all your glory, pregnant tummy proudly brushing against his bare skin when he pulls away to admire your body.

his pupils are blown with lust and desire as he rakes over your form. he can’t get enough of your pregnant body. “fuck, mama. you look so sexy just like this, all bare and ready for me. and i love seeing your precious tummy all swollen with our baby.” he uses one hand to stroke his hardening cock.

you rub your legs together, feeling your core wetten at his words. “please touch me, daddy.”

he leans down to give your tummy a little peck. “i love you and your mama so much, baby.”

he crawls down to face your dripping cunt and uses his tongue to lick a stripe from bottom to top, collecting your juices and mixing them with his spit. your hips jerk from the sudden contact and you reach down to grab his hair as he gives your sensitive cunt little kitten licks. ever since you became pregnant, you’ve just become so sensitive and the slightest touch makes you a moaning, whining mess. and he thinks you taste so good, almost sweeter once you became pregnant.

he uses his tongue to tease your hole, letting your juices drip on his tongue, before licking up to your clit and using his tongue to flick your swollen nub. pleasure builds up in your core as you moan and whine out from above. he spits on your dripping cunt, letting his saliva drip down from your clit, before using his mouth to suck and lick on your clit like he’s making out with your pussy.

“a-ah! daddy don’t stop,” you gasp, using your grip on his hair to push him deeper into your cunt.

he’s still sucking and licking at your clit when your hole spasms uncontrollably and sends waves of pleasure from your core. you moan and buck your hips against his face through your orgasm as he continues his ministrations on your sopping wet cunt.

when he looks back up at you after your orgasm, his lips and chin are glistening with his spit and your arousal. he gives you a cheeky grin, “how was that, mama? do you know how much daddy loves you now?”

he crawls back on top of you and strokes his hard cock as he gives you another sweet kiss, letting you taste yourself. he rubs his cock between your wet folds, gathering your juice. you could feel just how hard he was for you. he slaps his shaft on your sensitive clit before going back to rubbing his cock between your folds, causing you to gasp and moan against his kiss.

“d-daddy,” you whine against his lips. “stop teasing me.”

he grins. “teasing you like this?” he puts the fat tip of his cock into your dripping hole before pulling back out and rubbing the shaft between your folds.

you slap his chest. “do you really want to get this horny and hormonal pregnant woman pissed, na jaemin?”

he hums. “okay, mama.”

he pulls his cock away only to suddenly enter your dripping hole with ease. you feel his cock completely bottom out in your wet cunt, his balls pressed against your ass. he always filled you up so good, making you feel full like you’ve never been before.

“s-shit,” you moaned breathlessly, rocking your hips lightly against his.

your pussy already so wet, he slides in and out effortlessly, using your juices to thrust his cock into your cunt fast and deep. you can feel his cock fill you completely with every thrust, like his tip is trying to kiss your insides.

“f-fuck, mama,” he groans from above you. in one hand, he interlocks his fingers with yours and he rests his hand on your belly with the other. “feel s-so good. so good for daddy.”

your pussy drips and creams around his cock, forming a white ring around the base. lewd sounds of wet skin slapping against skin fills the room, mixing with your whiny moans and his breathless pants. you clench around his fat cock with every relentless thrust as you let the pleasure take over your body and blank your mind.

“a-ah keep going! m so close, daddy,” you whine into his chest.

he takes this as a sign to go even faster, his cock slamming hard into your poor little cunt and sending shock waves through your body. he takes his hand from your belly and uses it to rub your clit furiously while continuing his merciless thrusts into your cunt. when he bottoms out, your hole starts spasming around his hot cock and your orgasm rips through your body, leaving you shaking beneath him.

he continues to pound his cock through your orgasm, your hole just clenching impossibly tight around him. “yes, so good for daddy,” he coos in your ear.

his balls start to tighten and his thrusts become erratic. through your post-orgasmic bliss, you can feel his cock twitch hard inside of you before his hips stutter and he sheaths himself completely inside. he’s bottomed out, filling you so full as he shoots his fat load inside your used cunt. he groans and rests his head on your shoulder, panting breathlessly and filling you up so much it starts to leak from around his cock and drip from your pussy. he leans down to give you one last sweet kiss on the lips.

“pretty mama, so good for daddy.”

#nct dream smut #nct smut #nct dream x reader #nct dream #nct x reader #jaemin #na jaemin x reader #na jaemin smut #na jaemin #jaemin x reader #jaemin smut

[shares-a-vest]

@steddielovemonth Day 1: Love is... Letting someone take care of you (Prompt by @starryeyedjanai)

wc: 722 | Rated: G | tw: the ever-present possibility of Steve vomiting, migraines

Tags: Sick Fic, Steve Has a Migraine, Caregiver Eddie

Eddie makes his way down the hall, following the sounds of gross, loud and retching coughs, his pace quickening with each step.

Steve was supposed to meet him at the arcade an hour ago. Steve isn’t exactly the most punctual person (despite the guy always looking at his watch with a laboured sigh). He sleeps in more often than not.

But he’s never an hour late at 2 in the afternoon.

“Stevie?” he asks, just narrowly missing the doorframe as he practically spins into Steve’s bedroom.

He doesn’t wait for an answer and tiptoes towards the blanketed form that is spluttering gibberish like Steve is attempting to answer.

Eddie looks around the room, his hand hovering over Steve’s form.

The place looks about the same as usual – a little too clean for the bedroom of a twenty-year-old boy, curtains drawn like they were downstairs. Steve’s work clothes from yesterday are discarded on the floor...

Wait.

“Sweetheart,” he coos, rubbing the blanketed mass now.

The lump moves to reveal a muss of Steve’s hair, sticking on end, looking greasy and tangled at the back. Steve grumbles.

Eddie rounds the bed, hoping the other side will reveal Steve at least a little.

“So dizzy,” Steve mutters as soon as Eddie spots his flush, pained face in amongst his bedding.

His eyes roll back and close, a full-bodied grimace shaking the pile of bedding.

Eddie eases down and reaches to comb his fingers through Steve’s fringe, only to be hit with just how clammy his boyfriend is. He swoops back the sweat-caked hair, patting it down gently.

“Think I’m gonna… throw up,” Steve says clear as day and gulps.

And Eddie thinks this might be the first time he has ever seen someone’s face flush green.

“I’ll go get your bucket,” he says, earning a reedy whine in protest.

Steve doesn’t embarrass easily, but he does when it comes to his (sometimes vomit-inducing) migraines and the yellow bucket Claudia Henderson brought by after Spring Break and demanded he keep close by. It sits under the sink in the ensuite bathroom now.

Eddie makes quick work of retrieving the bucket, plus some tissues and a glass of water. There are more supplies he could do with, he thinks, but they’ll have to wait.

“Come on, Big Boy,” he says, tugging at the covers, “Time to sit up.”

Steve moves at a snail’s pace to get himself untangled from his cocoon and sit upright. The blankets eventually fall away to reveal a flush, bare chest.

“You naked under there?” Eddie teases.

“Clothes sting,” is all Steve says as he swings his legs around with a monumental effort to hang off the side of the bed.

“Feet on the carpet, sweetheart,” Eddie instructs, placing the bucket in his lap and spotting it with his own hands.

“I’s gross,” Steve mutters, head falling into the receptacle, his voice echoing in its (so far) emptiness, “Go... away.”

He sways a little as if those limited, broken words were too much. Eddie wraps his free hand around his boyfriend’s middle.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he begins, “And you are not gross. You need help. I’m here now.”

He soothes his hand up Steve’s back, feeling him relax a touch.

“O-okay,” Steve hiccups, a tear falling onto his cheek.

“I’m here to look after you,” Eddie reassures, his voice barely above a whisper, “And I’ll get you good enough that we can pack you up and get you over to my house. Sound good, hmm?”

Steve half-nods into his bucket before he looks up.

His eyes are glassy. Nose red. His fringe now sticking to his forehead. He looks like a wreck, unkempt and sweaty. Now only a pale, pink-tinged green.

But Eddie leans forward and presses a kiss to his partner’s cheek anyway.

“Just think about your feet on the carpet, okay?” he whispers when he pulls back, “Your feet are planted on the ground – balanced, steady. Focus on that for a while. It’s okay if you throw up.”

Steve huffs and nods.

“‘Kay.”

“I’m not going anywhere, Steve.”

Steve drops his head towards the bucket again and Eddie begins detangling at the damp hair at the nape of his neck.

“Thanks,” Steve rasps after a long while of silence (and him not blowing chucks everywhere), “L-Love you.”

#yayyy love month is here #had to go for a sick fic first off #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #steve x eddie #steddielovemonth #sick fic 🤧 #steddie ficlet #tw vomit #tw vomiting

[vodika-vibes]

Hello! May I please have a Ruby for Commander Blackout or Neyo (whomever's the grumpiest lol) x female reader scenario set in Winter where he keeps hearing about her from a lot of the the shinnies and his vod gushing about how lovely and wonderful she is and it pisses him off for some reason/or he just gets sick of hearing it; until he meets her himself and then he realizes immediately what they mean and finds himself swiftly falling deeply and passionately in love with her because there's just something so bright, warm and alluring about her and he just wants her for himself. Feel free to either make it steamy/smutty or not. I'm just happy with him being super passionate with his attraction and pursuit of her and she reciprocates? And maybe they kiss? But just go with whatever inspires you the most; I know it's gonna be great whatever it is! Please and thank either way! \>v</

Brighter Than The Sun

Summary: The new IT girl at the base Neyo is Marshal Commander of is a thorn in his side, and he hasn’t met her yet. If he has to listen to one more person sing her praises, he’s not going to be responsible for what happens.

Pairing: Commander Neyo x F!Reader

Word Count: 1200

Warnings: None

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly

A/N: Hihi! I decided to go with Neyo because I love him! I also, for the first time, went over my word limit. Only by 200 words, but still. Anyway! I hope you like it!

Neyo is not in a spectacular mood.

He woke up in a foul mood, largely due to the sheer amount of snow falling from the sky. And it only became worse when he went to check what was on the schedule for the day only to see that his datapad wasn’t working.

And then he went to the mess hall for some caf, and had to listen to a group of shinies sing the praises of the newest civvie who came to the base. They weren’t saying anything he hasn’t heard before: she’s stunning, with a body to die for, and a smile that feels like the summer sun-

Honestly, if it wasn’t for the sheer amount of paperwork it would take, he’d seriously consider stunning them and throwing them in the brig for being sheer annoyances.

Needless to say, Neyo was not in the finest of moods when his General came over to find out why he was glaring at his datapad.

And her suggestion of taking it to IT to have them take a look at it was not appreciated.

Still, Neyo is realistic. He can’t fix it, and none of his vod can fix it, which is why the base has an IT department in the first place. So he finishes his caf, and the breakfast that he’s forcing himself to eat, and he makes the long walk through the base to the IT department.

There’s only one person in the room when he arrives.

The new girl.

She’s clad in long pants and a vibrant yellow shirt that reminds him of Bly’s tattoos, and she’s standing on a desk while her arm is buried in the room’s heater.

Now that he’s paying attention to it, it is freezing in here.

He clears his throat, and the woman pauses, before she twists slightly on the table to see who’s there. She blinks at him, and then flashes a bright smile, “Marshal Commander Neyo, yes?”

He arches a single brow, “In the flesh.”

“Oh, wonderful! I’ve been hoping to-oh, hold on-” There’s the sound of something hitting something and then she rips her arm out of the heater and shakes her hand out, “Ah, well. I’ll have to try and fix it later.” She mumbles, and then she hops down from the table, and hurries over to him, a blinding smile on her face, “I’ve been hoping to meet you, but you’re a hard man to catch!”

Neyo blinks at her, stunned.

Now that he’s met her, he can understand what his brothers meant. She is stunning. And now he can’t help but think that the way his brothers talk about her is grossly inappropriate.

“Well, I’m here now.” Neyo finally says, “My datapad isn’t working.”

She holds her hand out, even her nails are painted yellow with little white flowers on them. She’s karking adorable. “May I?”

“That's why I’m here.” He presses the datapad into her hand and he watches as she moves to sit at a table overflowing with flimsy. “Are you working alone today?”

“Oh. I’m the only one who works in IT.” She replies, “The previous guy who had my position quit.”

“I…see.” Neyo pokes around the room, there are parts of the room that are very neat, but the majority of the room looks like there was an explosion. “And the heater?”

“Broken.”

“...it’s freezing outside.”

“Well. Yes.” She admits, “But I have a jacket,” She gestures to a winter jacket lying on a table nearby, “I took it off to work on the heater.”

“That’s not your job-?”

She looks up, “Um…well, apparently this base has a manning issue? Maintenance quit too.” She tilts her head, and her hair shifts enough to see that her earrings are little white flowers too. “Did you not know?”

“I don’t generally handle civilian employees.” Neyo replies. 

“Oh, that makes sense.” She messes with his datapad for a moment, “Um…you need a new datapad.” She smiles at him, “If you give me a couple of hours, I’ll get the new one for you by the end of the day.”

“Thanks.” Neyo pauses, “I’ll get one of my brothers to come and fix your heater. Can’t have our IT girl turning into an icicle.”

She flashes a blinding smile in his direction, and Neyo averts his gaze. She has no business being so pretty.

It’s the beginning of a slightly odd friendship.

Neyo finds himself in her office more and more often, it’s quiet, and his presence keeps even the most pushy of his brothers from trying to pressure her into a date. And she is good company, warm and welcoming.

It doesn’t take long before Neyo finds himself yearning for her. 

It’s almost two months later, in the middle of the worst snowstorm that he’s ever seen, when Neyo gets the chance to make a change to their relationship. He’s sitting at a free desk in her office, his feet kicked up on “his” desk, while she’s working on formatting a datapad at her desk when the lights flicker, and then cut out.

Neyo pauses and glances at the lights, and then sighs when he hears the generator kick on. The heat comes back, but the only lights that come on are the emergency lights.

“I guess the storm won,” She jokes with a quiet laugh as she sets the datapad down.

“Guess so.” Neyo tosses his datapad on the desk and leans back to look at her, “No point in even bothering to work now-” He grumbles.

“Well, you deserve a break.” She replies, and Neyo glances at her.

“You work just as hard as I do.” He drops his feet to the ground and pushes to his feet.

“Well…yes. That’s true.” She brushes some of her hair out of her face, “But, well, let’s be honest. It’s not like I can hang out with anyone other than you. Your brothers tend to be kind of…weird, when I’m around.”

“And I’m not?”

“You’ve never made me feel like a walking steak next to a starving man-” She replies, “Not that they’ve ever done anything inappropriate, before you fly off the handle. I can manage a few uncomfortable looks.”

Neyo sighs, “I hoped that they would stop.”

“It’s fine, really. I’ve been dealing with looks like that since I was nine.”

“...that’s sickening.”

“That’s being a woman.” She smiles at him, “Anyway, I guess I’ll just return to my quarters until the power comes back.” She pauses when Neyo’s hand comes out to cup her cheek, “...Commander?”

“Can I kiss you?”

He can feel her cheek heat under his hand, and he can’t stop himself from lightly stroking her cheek.

“You…want to kiss me?” She squeaks.

“I want a lot more than that, but, for now, I’ll stick with kissing. With your permission?”

“I…yes…please-”

His lips land against hers in a kiss that starts out soft and sweet and slowly grows more heated. 

And when he sits her on the edge of her desk, and moves to stand between her legs, with his lips moving to her neck to leave an obvious mark on her sensitive skin…well, he has to stake his claim somehow, right?

#star wars #tcw #vodika-vibes 500 followers celebration #commander neyo x reader #neyo x reader #star wars fanfiction #x reader fanfiction #f!reader fic #answered asks

[cosmal]

𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠 — 𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐌𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧

summary — eddie likes to ask stupid questions in bed when he wants to tease.

warnings/tags — fem!afab!reader, she/her, smut, 18+, piv, a little mean eddie, shy!reader

note — requested here!

You get really shy with Eddie sometimes. He makes it really hard to be, but it happens.

But with his hot palms spreading your thighs open, making slow work at ensuring sure his touch is too light, it’s hard not to be.

“You’re really quiet,” he says too knowingly.

You bite your lip, Eddie moves to tug it free with his rough thumb, smearing spit down your chin. You frown.

“C’mon baby,” he coos, really light, in that tone he knows you love. You do. Your entire stomach aches with it.

“M’sorry,” you gasp when the head of his cock nudges your clit. “Sorry,” you echo, all wet with the water building in your eyeline.

Eddie hums, smearing slick over your cunt with his cock. He looks a mixture of sympathetic and impatient. Your legs quiver.

He keeps bumping your clit, showing zero signs that he wants to be inside you. You know he does, but you also know he’s always content with teasing.

“Eddie,” you murmur. Eddie smiles.

“Yeah?”

“Please- ah,” you jolt, “please, fuck me.”

He brings a thumb to spread you open, brows pinched with something that looks like sympathy. “I love it when you use your words, baby.”

You smile wetly, eyes shining under the lamp next to Eddie’s bed. It casts your skin amber, he thinks you’re fucking gorgeous. He shows you how much so when he slides his hands flat over the curve of your belly. Squeezing and tugging you closer like it’s entirely possible.

“Uh-huh.”

Eddie finally slides in and you gasp, swallowing a ragged breath. You squeeze your eyes shut when he reaches the hilt. He stills, aware that the stretch is sometimes a lot.

“You okay?” he asks, hands finding their way to your hips. He squeezes the fat there not cruelly but certainly not gently.

“Yeah,” you hum, nodding your head against his scratchy pillow. The sudden smell of him, something like hair wash and sweat, overwhelms you. You go dizzy. “Yeah, Eds.”

When he sets a rhythm, the thud of his cock kissing your sweet spot has you holding your breath. You push your head to the side and down into his bed.

Eddie doesn’t stop, but he slows to a rhythm that has you clenching. “Hey,” he tuts, tapping the side of your face, “look at me. I wanna see your face while I stretch you open.”

You hum agreeably, turning your head so he has a clear view of your face. Using a hand, he cups your warming cheek, prodding and grazing softly.

“That’s better,” he smiles, teeth shining.

You have this thing whenever Eddie fucks you, where you get really, really quiet. You don’t mean to, it just feels so fucking good. You’ll either hold your breath or bite down into your lip. Eddie has told you time and time again that he loves to hear you. Open up, baby. Wanna hear those pretty moans. He usually does.

He watches your face the entire time, he knows when something might be wrong. You might be quiet but he also trusts that you’ll tell him as well. Still, he’s attentive and knows your limits.

“I’m gonna get you to speak up, you know that right?” he asks, thumb finding purchase on the little bead of your clit. He’ll use every sweet trick he knows to get there.

You gasp, it’s all pitched up and pretty, drawn out into the loveliest moan. Eddie fastens, your cunt a vice around him. “That’s it, baby.”

Eddie’s really determined to get more from you. Anything. “Hey,” he slows to hit really deep inside you. Your knees press into his sides. “what’s your favourite movie at the moment?”

You turn to look at him, head a little empty. It takes you a moment to realise what he’s actually just asked you. Your teary eyes turn to a glare. He snorts.

“What?” you choke out. All you can focus on is the way his cock keeps hitting that perfect spot. Him him him.

“Favourite movie?” he repeats. It’s worse when he leans over to spit on your hot cunt, smearing his saliva into your clit, like the question hasn’t even bothered him. You jolt with every lovely touch.

“Ed—” you choke, flinging backwards a little. His fingers are attentive — his cock worse. “Eddie, stop.”

He thinks your little frown is fucking adorable. Rolling your nipple through his rough fingers, he tries again. “You heard me. Favourite-“ he snaps his hips. You gasp. “movie?”

“Uh—” One hand on your clit, the other rolling your nipple, is more than distracting. Overwhelmingly so. “I don’t know.”

“C’mon baby,” he begs. If it was over anything else, you’d have it in you to find it hot. But he’s trying to get under your skin and you hate that it’s working. You hate that it’s turning you on more.

You shake your head, hair a mess underneath you, pouting in a way that you know will have him unraveling. He does. When he clocks your little teary eyes and throws his head back with a long suffering groan.

His hands are hot and heavy when they come up to your face to cup your cheeks. The roughness of his thumbs are distracting enough for you to not realise he’s slowed inside you.

“Hey,” he coos, entirely too gently for the teasing mood you know he’s in. “C’mon.”

He taps your cheek and you capture his gaze. Eyes full of mirth, too smug for your liking. You know the softness is about to be lost on you. “Eds,” You whine and Eddie doesn’t know if he adores it or thinks it’s bratty. Punishable.

He thinks it can be both.

He fastens his pace. Going from shallow and slow, to deep and rhythmic. It has your pinched brows raising with surprise, high-pitched gasps pushing past your swollen lips.

“Let’s make this easier, huh?” he asks, acting like he isn’t fucking your brains out. He fucks like there’s two things going on in his head. Fucking you onto him and hitting you in all the right places, and being content with teasing you all night. You’re not sure which he’s better at.

“Yeah?” you ask.

Eddie tugs your lips up into a crooked smile. You keen under his touch.

“Think it might rain tonight?” You want to kiss the smug smile off his face. Or pinch it. You’re not sure.

His hands on your cheeks and throat. His happy trail tickling your pelvis. The heat of his clammy skin sticking to yours. His tiny gasps. It’s all your head is full of. He’s entirely too intoxicating for you to form any other thought that isn’t Eddie.

Eddie’s cock. Eddie massaging your sticky, wet clit. Eddie touching, touching, touching you. It’s too much.

“E…” you stutter, “Stop. Stop it.”

Eddie chuckles, deep and rough, “Aww, baby. Can’t say anything, now, can you?”

You go cockdrunk underneath him. A babbling mess, reaching your hands up to grasp at him. Anything. His shoulders, his back, his neck.

“Eds,” you murmur. It rambles off into incoherence when his cock feels deep enough that you feel you’ll be moulded around him. “Eddie, c’mere.”

He does. Grinning, he leans down to be chest to chest with you. Hand pinned between your bodies, still toying with your swelling clit. “Sweetheart,” he chuckles, “You’re being awfully loud. I love it.”

You ignore him, pressing your lips into his hot neck. The patch of skin right underneath his ear that you know always has him melting. When you suckle his clammy skin between your wet lips he groans, hips stuttering inside you.

You whimper and mumble around his skin, relishing in his own noises. How his cock feels even better when you’re doting him with your own loving.

Eddie realises he’s distracted. His hand stills and so does his relentless cock. “Hey,” he chuckles. Pulling away from your bullying mouth. “You’re distracting me.” He keeps doing that thing he always does where he hits you deep inside every time he says something. Grunting to punctuate his teasing.

He looks down at you, grinning like a schoolboy, “Vixen.”

“Come back,” you pant, scratching at his back.

“No, I’m trying to get you to be loud,” he tells you like it makes any sense.

“Can’t you,” you gasp when he rolls his hips, “can’t you try some other way?”

He kisses you over your cheek, “Yeah?”

“Please,” you choke.

You can feel something building. The coil in your stomach. The pretty moans in your throat.

“We can try something different.” He hooks one of your legs over his shoulder. Hitting a new angle now.

“Eddie!” you plead.

“That’s it, baby,” he coos. “Knew I could get you to be loud. Just needed some encouragement, huh?”

Eddie’s very good at getting what he wants, no matter which way he gets it. And he’ll make you sing all night.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x female smut #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things #stranger things x reader #stranger things fanfiction

[ladykailitha]

Well Met By Moonlight Part 6

Hey, this story is back too! I know I was supposed to be working on it all of October, but that kinda went to hell as October was an unusually busy month for me.

So have a long chapter as an apology.

Here we have Wayne rocking Jason and Patrick's world and Josh just casually dropping a bomb on Steve.

Also I was noticing that engagement to my stories have dropped off again. I'mma gonna blame Tumblr and the holidays. In all seriousness if my tags aren't tag you let me know. I'll try to find a different way to tag again.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

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Jason and Patrick showed up at Wayne’s trailer at dawn. The old vampire sat on the porch with a large sun hat and every other part of his skin covered.

Both boys came to an abrupt stop.

“I didn’t know vampires could walk in daylight,” Patrick said, getting his voice back sooner than Jason.

Wayne was on them in an instant. Not as fast as he was at night, but still quicker than a human. He grabbed Patrick’s wrist and yanked it to eye level. A patch of skin showed between Wayne’s sleeve and his weathered work glove. The skin reddened but didn’t blister or catch fire.

Wayne dropped Patrick’s hand. “Our skin is merely more sensitive than yours. I moved slower to make sure none of my skin became exposed.”

Both boys gulped. They thought they were going to have an easier time during the day, but Wayne had put that to bed right quick.

“Get in the truck,” Wayne growled and the boys hurried to obey.

He got into the driver’s seat and drove out past city limits. They pulled up to an old church.

“I’m about to blow another stupid superstition out of the water,” he chuckled. “Follow me.”

He hopped out the truck and they scrambled to follow him. He walked right up to a big wrought iron gate that read: HAWKINS CITY CEMETERY and pulled out a set of keys. After he rifled through them a moment, he unlocked the gate.

He stepped onto hallowed ground and Jason and Patrick gulped audibly as they watched him cross himself.

“Follow me,” Wayne said gruffly.

The two boys hurried to obey.

They strolled through the cemetery to a relatively new part of the grounds. It had roughly ten or so headstones all about the same age, dirty and overgrown.

“You’ll start with scrubbing each of these headstones,” he told them. “I will teach you how to clean them properly and that is what you will do until I say otherwise.”

“Sir?” Patrick asked, raising his hand timidly.

Wayne huffed and cocked an eyebrow at him. “What?”

“Why are they like that?” he asked a little more sure. “Doesn’t anyone come to mourn them?”

Wayne licked his lip slowly. “This is the old Harrington pack. These are all those that sided with alpha Jack Sullivan when he chose to hunt humans in my town.”

“So they are monsters,” Jason sneered.

Wayne was on him in a second, hand wrapped around his throat. “Let me make it clear, boy. Ted Bundy was human. H.H. Holmes was human. Adolf Hitler was human. Fucking Caligula was human. Nasty people do all sorts of nasty ass shit. Monsters don’t exist. Just bad people doing horrible things to others.”

Jason’s eyes were wide. He could feel Wayne’s hand on his throat but it was so feather light he could almost trick his mind that it wasn’t there. That he could escape.

But that part of his brain that lit up when there was a predator nearby wouldn’t let him. It would take all of a single heartbeat for Wayne Munson to crush his windpipe. He would be dead before he even hit the ground.

“Steve Harrington could call you two monsters, after all,” Wayne growled. “Do you think he’d be right for it?”

Patrick refused to look at Jason or Wayne, just stared at the ground, worrying his bottom lip.

Jason’s eyes went wide as he looked into dark pools of Wayne’s eyes. What he found there weren’t the eyes of a beast or a monster, but of man granted the abilities to protect those he loved better than most.

If death was a suitable punishment for hunting and then attempted rape and murder of a woman, than why were they granted a boon when those laying there in the dirt did not.

“Why spare us?” Jason breathed. “Why not do us like you did them?”

“The mayor wanted me to,” Wayne explained. “Tearing you two apart would be as easy as ripping up a newspaper for kindling.”

“So why didn’t you?” Patrick asked, looking up at them.

“Because to me you are but infants in the grand scheme of things,” he said. “Killing you would have sent a message to the town, to the nation that hunting people like animals is not to be tolerated.”

He let go of Jason’s neck. “But do you want to know what else it would have done?”

The two boys shared a glance.

“It would have galvanized all the hunters in the country,” Wayne informed them. “They would have turned you two into martyrs. You would become their rallying cry. Hunters would have invaded our small town, killed anyone they thought was a vampire or werewolf. They wouldn’t have stopped to check either. No trials. No tests with silver. Anyone they thought was a supe, they’d be dead. This place would be in ruins in days.”

Jason and Patrick’s jaws dropped.

“And before you get any bright ideas,” he warned them, “all I have to do is turn you over to the law. Two months of a trial plus the automatic death sentence for hunting and you two are dead without the fuss.”

Patrick had started to believe him, but he knew Jason was going to a hard sell. But he had time.

“Now that’s all been cleared up,” Wayne said. “Let me show you how to clean these headstones and then you’ll be doing it all yourselves.”

They nodded and Wayne got to work. Once he was sure they had it, he perched on a nearby tree stump and watched.

*

“That boy shouldn’t be here,” Murray growled.

Steve sighed heavily. “So you have several times since sun up. The point of this is to teach him that werewolves aren’t the monsters from their fiction.”

They were standing in front of the compound entrance for Josh Bentley to arrive. Josh would work his first six weeks with the pack and his second six weeks with the coven. Chance would do the reverse.

Josh showed up on time, his parents trailing behind like frightened deer in the headlights.

Steve stepped forward. “Hey, Josh. Mr and Mrs Bentley. It’s nice to see you.”

Mr Bentley gripped Josh’s shoulders from behind tightly as Mrs Bentley held Josh’s hand tightly. They nodded mutely.

“So here’s how it’s going to go,” Steve continued as if they had greeted him back. “On the weekends he is here from sun up to sun down and then every day after school. He can tell you what he does here. Nothing he’ll see is a secret. However there will be areas that are off limits for his protection…” He cocked his head to side. “Mainly due to not having the strength to get there.”

They stared at him blankly and he laughed. “He’ll see what I mean later.” He held out his hand. “Come on, it’s time to show you around.”

Josh looked back at his dad, who nodded. He let go of his mom’s hand and walked toward Steve.

“This is Murray Bauman,” Steve explained. “He’s the sentry right now.”

“Why do you need a sentry if it’s not secret?” Josh asked.

Murray’s grin was slimy. “Yes, Steve, why do you need a sentry if it isn’t secret?”

“It not a secret what’s in a museum or art gallery either,” Steve said with a shrug, “but they still have people protecting it.”

“So it’s valuable?” Josh asked, eyes wide.

He ruffled the kid’s hair. “Not in the way you mean. It’s valuable because all life is valuable. One of our pups was a test subject of the last Dominus and we don’t want our own taken like that again.”

Josh nodded. They started walking through the woods, leaving a disgruntled Murray behind.

“That makes sense,” Josh said. “If someone hurt my family like that, I’m not sure I wouldn’t want to lock them to keep them safe, too.”

Steve nodded back. “Right. All the wolves are free to come and go as they will, but we screen outsiders now because it’s been scary for us.”

Josh ducked his head. “Like what we did.”

Steve stopped their trek through the woods and turned to him. “Very like. But that’s why you’re here and not Andy or Patrick or Jason. Because you realized on some level what they were doing was wrong, but went along with it because you wanted to be cool like you thought they were.”

Josh nodded. “I like basketball. It’s fun and Jason was the captain, you know. I thought it was going to be a little hazing thing. Because you were on the team, too. They made it sound like you knew it was coming and was in on it.”

Steve felt a cold sliver of dread down slip his spine. “What?”

Josh bit his lip.

“Yeah, they told us that the trap was fake and that it wasn’t real silver. Things started to get bad when they kept taking it farther and farther. The cross, the beatings...I don’t know what would have happened if that vampire had come and chased us off.”

Steve grabbed the boy’s shoulders. “Their plan was to kill me. The only reason Andy got off so lightly is that he ran when Eddie...” Josh frowned in confusion, “the vampire, swooped in to rescue me.”

Josh’s eyes went wide. “Shit, man! I swear I had no idea.”

“That’s what Sheriff Powell reported to Mayor Roberts,” Steve said. “That you and Chase had no idea what was going on. Both of you seemed to think it was a prank gone wrong.”

Josh nodded. “Honest, we did! We thought the hunter thing was just pretend. A macho club. I thought that it was a way to air out grievances. Talk about how wrong it was for them to be ruling our town.”

Steve cocked his head to the side. “But Powell and Roberts are both human. Until the attempt on my life this town was run by humans.”

Josh’s eyes went wider than Steve thought was possible on a human. “But I thought werewolves were traditionally the sheriff and vampires were the mayor!”

Steve stepped back. “Who told you that?”

Josh furrowed his brow. “It’s what they taught us in history, man.”

Steve raised his chin and heaved out a heavy sigh. “And this history lesson it wouldn’t happen to take place on a day most supernatural beings were out of class, say...the day after a full moon?”

Josh frowned as he thought back to all the times in history he heard about vampires and werewolves taking over the running of the town. “I don’t really remember, but I guess so.”

Steve’s second sigh was no less heavy. It looked like he was going to have to join the PTA.

“Come on,” he said. “Let me introduce you to the rest of the pack.”

Hopper and Joyce stayed back, but the rest rushed to meet Josh. Well, everyone but Lucas.

Lucas he already knew from basketball. The young man stood off to the side. Not hanging back like Joyce and Hopper, but not rushing to meet him either.

Lucas didn’t know how to act so he was waiting for a signal from his alpha. From his friend. From Steve.

Steve introduced the pack. The Wheelers, the Byers brothers, the Hendersons, the rest of the Sinclairs, and even Jane.

The remaining three, Joyce, Hopper, and Lucas waited to see what their alpha would do.

“In an unprecedented turn of events,” Steve said with a lopsided smile, “we have the previous alpha male and female, Jim Hopper, you know, and Joyce Byers.”

Josh cocked his head to the side. “Awk-ward.”

Steve laughed. And even Joyce couldn’t quite hide her smile.

Josh looked around. “I don’t see anything that I could do for you guys,” he said honestly.

Steve turned to three members of the pack that he hadn’t introduced yet. “This Tommy Hagen, Carol Perkins, and Robin Buckley. They’re keepers. What they do for the pack is what you’ll be learning how to do the time you’re here.”

Josh looked at the three older teenagers skeptically. “What can they do?”

Steve grinned. “Mortal families looking for prestige will send their sons or daughters to the pack to become keepers. They aren’t werewolves, they can’t change at will or in the light of the full moon, but they are stronger, faster, and more agile then your average human.”

“More durable too!” Robin said excitedly. “I haven’t broken a single bone since I became a keeper. It’s so cool!”

Josh frowned. “Do you guys remain keepers until you die or what happens?”

Tommy and Carol shared a glance, before Carol said, “You can stay a keeper all your life, you live longer than the average human, but not as long as a werewolf. Or you can go back to being human when you leave the pack to go to college or whatever. It looks killer on any resumé or application.”

“Or...” Tommy said, “you can ask to be made a werewolf. The alpha can always say no, but you can always ask. And even if the alpha does say yes, it doesn’t mean that it’ll take. But it’s not as though you’ll be maimed or killed if it doesn’t. So some people take the risk.”

“Today,” Steve said, gently steering the conversation away from transformations, “you’ll help Carol get supplies and she’ll show you where they’re put.”

“Shopping run?” Josh asked. Carol nodded. “Hell yeah. Count me in.”

Steve laughed at his enthusiasm. “Don’t say that or you’ll become her shopping buddy for life.”

Carol grinned wolfishly, but Josh just grinned back.

Josh ran off with Carol and they were chatting like old friends.

Nancy came up behind Steve and put her arm around his waist. “This was a really good idea. He gets to see how much we are the same and how special we are without all the negative mind dump the general public feeds him.”

Steve hummed. “I’m concerned about some of the things he was telling me on the way in about how negative the portrayal of us is. I need to talk to Wayne, but since he’s busy with Jason and Patrick, Eddie will have to do.”

Nancy poked his ribs and he squirmed.

“You just want to see your boyfriend,” she teased.

Steve kissed the top of her head. “Guilty as charged. But it is important I talk to him and Wayne about what Josh said. Hold down the fort for me?”

“Always.”

He gave her a hug and shifted, running for the direction of Forest Hills Trailer Park.

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Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13

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[cheesysoup-arlo]

Cady’s Cousin pt.2

A/N: sorry this is mostly like “texting” also the relationship/couples I have in here are (karen and gretchen), (cady and regina), later I’ll add (janis and reader) and maybe (aaron and kevin g) idk maybe lol I won’t be tagging the ships since they’re not the main ship I hope y’all liked this lol

(Sunday 8:30pm)

*Cady created a group chat*

Cads 🦁: hey guys I made this group chat so (Y/N) can get to know you guys, you guys can get to know them, and just for fun 👍

???(1): aw Cady that’s so sweet, this is Aaron by the way lol

(Y/N): can everyone send their name please 🙏

???(2): karen 💕

???(3): Beyoncé

???(4): that’s Damian ^, this is janis 👾

Damian🌟: janis you’re no fun this is homophobia

Janis👾: yeah I hate the gays 🙄

karen💕: ??? u hat me 😞

Janis👾: no not you karen just Damian

karen💕: o okie 😽

???(5): the hottest bitch you’ll meet

(Y/N): hi Regina

Cads🦁: Y/N!!!

(Y/N): cads chill I know she’s off limits

Regina👛: aw baby you’re so cute when you’re jealous

Janis👾: barf 🤮

(Y/N): 😭😭😭

(Y/N): wait where’s Gretchen?

karen💕: sleping 😴

Damian🌟: Important question! Y/n are you one of them queers?

(Y/N): I would be offended if you thought I wasn’t

*damian has named group chat “fruit loops”*

Janis👾: I-

(Y/N): oh that’s-

Damian🌟: OK STOP BEING HOMOPHOBIC TO THE GAY BLACK MAN IM A MINORITY HERE

Regina👛: how’s everyone feeling about school tomorrow? I’m kind of excited mostly because the school cheese fries just hit different yk?

Cads🦁: I’m excited too but for classes I picked an extra math class this year

(Y/N): ha nerd 🤓

(Y/N): I’m nervous lol but at least I have you guys

Janis👾: I’m not excited I hate school it keeps me from doing more important things

(Y/N): like what?

Janis👾: sleeping

Damian🌟: I’m excited I decided that I’m gonna take the new senior only theater class which is a little out of my comfort zone but I’ll manage

Aaron🧍‍♂️: I was supposed to be graduated last year so I’m not excited at all

(Y/N): YOU GOT HELD BACK?!?! WHAT?!?!

Aaron🧍‍♂️: yeah I failed English and history so I couldn’t graduate

Cads🦁: it’s ok Aaron now you get to be with us for another year 😊

(Sunday 11:50pm) fruit loops

(Y/N): guys I can’t sleep

Janis👾: same I’ve been lying very still and it’s not working

Damian🌟: janis did you take the melatonin I gave you?

Janis👾: yeah but it’s not working 😔

Damian🌟: welp that’s a you problem then

(Monday 2:30am) fruit loops

(Y/N): do you think I can fit 40 mini marshmallows in my mouth?

Janis👾: oh absolutely

(Y/N): omg ur still awake too?

Janis👾: yeah lol

(Y/N): I just put 35 mini marshmallows in my mouth idk if I can fit more

Janis👾: if you fit all 40 I’ll give you 5 bucks

(Y/N): challenge accepted

(Monday 2:37am) fruit loops

(Y/N): I fit all 40 and almost choked lmao

Janis👾: lmao nice your $5 will be given at school

(Y/N): yippieeee

(Y/N): dude I literally can’t sleep

Janis👾: wanna call? That’s what me and Damian used to do before he got a good sleep schedule lmao

(Y/N): um sure me and my friend back home used to do that too

*incoming call from Janis👾*

“Hi” you whispered suddenly feeling a little more tired with her company even if it was only over the phone “hey” janis said with a small yawn “nice shirt” you say seeing her Lego movie shirt “oh um thanks” she says with a laugh “so what’s up?” “Let’s take turns asking each other questions until we fall asleep” you say with a little yawn “hmm ok favorite color?” She asks you “ooo definitely (your favorite color), how about you?” “Hmm either green or purple” “ooo good choice, hmm hobbies?” “I sing and write a little but I guess art even though I don’t consider it a hobby it’s more of a lifestyle” “art? Can I see some?” “Yeah sure I’ll show you some stuff tomorrow” you both yawn “shit it’s 3 am” janis sighs “fuck” you chuckle sleepy “um I’m getting tired” janis says with a tired laugh “me too” you say starting to close your eyes “good night (y/n)” “good night Janis” you say with a yawn falling asleep as she hangs up

Monday 5:30am

“Pst…(y/n)? You gotta wake up” your cousin said lightly shaking you “ugh five more minutes” you mumbled “no come on up you gotta get ready” she insisted, you got up against your body begging to go back to sleep “good morning sleepy head” Cady said with an enthusiastic smile “cads what time is it?” “5:33” “doesn’t school start at like 8:30?” “No it starts at 8 and I wanted to make sure you had enough time to get ready and have breakfast, breakfast is very important” “uh huh…mm thanks cads” you say with a yawn deciding to get up and look through your clothes “meet me in my room when you’re done getting dressed, ok?” Cady said “um ok?” You said grabbing your favorite jeans and shirt then going to look for your jacket as your cousin left

(Monday 5:40 am) fruit loops

Gretchen🌷: good morning everyone soooo so sorry for not texting yesterday I went to bed early

Regina👛: it’s ok Gretch don’t worry about it

Regina👛: also damn I think Janis and (y/n) our new insomniac duo

(Y/N): unfortunately yes I’m so fucking tired also good morning Gretchen

Aaron🧍‍♂️: why are you guys up so early it’s not even six yet? I literally woke up because of all the buzzing

(Y/N): cads woke me up :(

Regina👛: my skincare and makeup routine take like and hour

Gretchen🌷: I like mornings ☀️

You finished getting ready and headed over to Cady’s room like she asked you to. “What’s up cads?” “Eee (y/n) ok so first of all how are you feeling about your first day” “a little nervous and tired I only got like 2 and a half hours of sleep” “oh goodness (y/n) why didn’t you sleep sooner?”cady says concerned “Because I wasn’t tired?” You half joked. Cady hands you a paper. “That’s a map of the school the way Janis sees it she gave it to me on my first day I feel like it could be helpful for you” “oh um wow thanks cads” you say giving her a half hug. Your aunt knocks on Cady’s open door “hey girls good morning” “good morning mom” Cady says enthusiastically, you yawn “morning” you say with a small smile “I’ve got to head to work but I’m assuming you girls have a ride?” “Yeah Aaron’s gonna pick us up I think?” Cady answers “alright I love you two, be on your best behavior and call me or text me if you need me” your aunt says as she leaves “bye” you and Cady say at the same time. You head to the kitchen and pour yourself a bowl of cereal

(Monday 6:40am) fruit loops

Regina👛: my mom is doing a coffee run what does everyone want?

Damian🌟: iced coffee, oat milk, vanilla

Gretchen🌷: just the usual for me and Karen

Janis👾: iced coffee, oat milk, lavender

(Y/N): um (your coffee order) please

Cads🦁: can you just get me a tea?

Regina👛: yeah of course I’ll get your favorite

Aaron🧍‍♂️: regular coffee, cream and sugar please

Regina👛: ok also who’s picking up who today? I can get Karen and Gretchen as usual

Aaron🧍‍♂️: my mom said I don’t have car privileges this week so I can’t give anyone a ride

Damian🌟: I can get janis for sure but if anyone else needs a ride I can get them too

Cads🦁: can you give (Y/N) and I a ride please we’re ready whenever you are 👍

Damian🌟: yeah I’ll be over in 10 then we’ll go get Janis because I know she’s not ready yet

Janis👾: I would be offended but it’s true

Regina👛: alright meet at our usual spot?

Aaron🧍‍♂️: 👍

Damian🌟: sounds good see y’all soon

#janis ‘imi’ike #regina george #cady heron #gretchen wieners #damian hubbard #karen shetty #aaron samuels #mean girls 2024

[teecupangel]

Im curious about what is cannon and fannon in the AC fandom. Ive read many different origins for the scar Desmond has, but most people go with Bill being the one to give it to him. Is this because its cannon from a little known source(similiar to the fact that Altaïr can swim, as seen in the 3ds games, but most people make him unable to swim despite the fact) or is it widely accepted fannon? What about Masyaf castle? Ive read some fics about it being an Abstergo facility with the Templars having opened the Library, while others write it is just been left to time. And ofc cant forget Eagle Vision. Is it a unique ability to Altaïr only? Did his father have it too? Did every novice have to master it before becoming an assassin?

There could be others, but these are the facts that im mostly curious about. Thank you for answering. ^^

So I’m gonna break this into sections so I don’t have to think about scene transition or whatever rambling equivalent that has.

Altaïr Can Swim

We all accept that he can’t swim because that’s funny. However, if we take into consideration how Altaïr can swim as seen in his ‘sequel’, this is pretty much the complete opposite of “Altaïr has never been hit” status that he has in the fandom. They both causes desyncing so if we believe in “Altaïr has never been hit” then it’s not that Altaïr can’t swim, it’s that “Altaïr never slipped or fell into the waters” which actually points more to Altaïr being a badass. But we decided that Altaïr not being able to swim is a much funnier idea and went to town with it XD

Bill Being The Reason Desmond Has His Scar

Okay, so ngl, I also liked to write that Bill is the reason Desmond has a scar, either directly or indirectly (I mostly go for indirectly with another kid being the reason why he has a scar but Bill was there ‘supervising’), mostly because I like the plot point that getting the scar is the thing that finally snaps Desmond and got him to leave the Farm ‘randomly’.

Anyway, the canon/fanon blur a lot in this one as there are enough people that believe Bill made the scar as seen by this post.

My thoughts on that is pretty much summarized in the tags I left in that one:

#wait it's official? #or did we as a fandom just collectively saw how bill treated desmond and went #ah yes he's why desmond has that scar #seriously i hc it and it makes sense narratively for bill to be the reason why desmond has a scar #whether from training or by accident #but i don't remember it being even implied in any games #especially in ac rev where it could have easily been added in

To add to that, I’m talking about AC Revelations specifically because of Desmond’s rant in an early scene where he finally shouts at Bill for being a bad father. That was the perfect time to just drop that bombshell of Bill being the reason why Desmond has his scar but we didn’t get that. That’s the main reason why I don’t think it’s canon that Bill is the reason why Desmond got his scar but there’s 3 more scenes in AC Revelations where he could have talked about it, all of them from Desmond’s memories scenes.

I also talked about how I couldn’t find any evidence of Bill being the reason that Desmond got his scar in this post.

But the summary is I tried looking for any information about it in the books, pamphlet, manuals and references I had (I say ‘had’ because I had to leave them back in my old home after I moved due to space constraints TTATT), only focusing on any mentions of Desmond and Bill

Assassin's Creed Limited Edition Art Book (p40-41)

Assassin's Creed The Complete Visual History (p290 -292) - p291 has the line "... Desmond's father, William, adds an element of family drama..." calling it family drama sounds like an understatement considering how Bill and Desmond act around each other

Assassin's Creed The Essential Guide (p14, 66, 161, 218-219, 236, 238, 240) - this book is so weird. P218 says that Bill and Gavin shared the mentor role after the Great Purge, p237 says that only Bill took the mentor role (but didn't call himself the mentor) after the Great Purge

Assassin's Creed Atlas (p159, 165)

Assassin's Creed Encyclopedia (White Version) (p18, 158-183)

Assassin's Creed Encyclopedia (White Version - JP ver) (p18, 158-183)

Assassin's Creed Encyclopedia (Black Version - JP ver) (p17, 113-127) - The Black Version is an older version, only going as far as AC Revelations + The Fall comics, The White Version has up to 3 + Liberation

No mentions at all about Desmond's relationship with Bill in the following:

That short game manual that's inside the game disc for AC1-AC3 (JP ver)

Assassin's Creed Reference Guide (JP)

Assassin's Creed Perfect Guide (JP)

Assassin's Creed 2 Reference Guide (JP)

Assassin's Creed Archive Book (JP)

In conclusion:

The most I got can be summarized from Assassin's Creed Encyclopedia, p182

"... driven, intelligent but emotionally distant father of Desmond Miles..." " ... technically minded man, fully devoted to the Assassins and their cause, whose passion for politics outweighs his responsibility to his family. While William's wife has always been able to deal with this emotional distance, young Desmond could not. Eventually he grew to feel that his father was more of a drill sergeant than a parent and fled the compound, despite his parents' repeated warnings to never leave."

If Bill did directly or indirectly cause Desmond's scar, I could not find it in the official books I have or even on Desmond's or Bill's AC Wiki page.

Unless someone can point out where it officially states that Bill caused Desmond's scar, I believe the whole "Bill is the reason for Desmond's scar" is AC fandom's own Mandela Effect. Most probably something that started as a headcanon (and for a very good reason) and is commonly used by fanfic writers (including me) which has evolved as a Word of Dante that we, as a collective, have mistaken as a Word of God.

Masyaf’s Current Situation

There’s no official note of the current situation of Masyaf in the modern days and I think Ubisoft would probably not do anything about it narrative-wise… I’d honestly be surprised if they did anything about it if they make an AC1 Remake. Now, it’s a bit nebulous if the Templars did manage to get the library but it should be noted that the last time we see Altaïr’s Apple, Ezio let it stay in the library and the ACR novel gave us:

“The bookshop was used as an outpost for the Assassins, and Ezio stored the Masyaf Keys in the chamber where he had found the first key, underneath the bookshop.”

If the Templars got into the bookshop then they’ll find all the keys and would have everything they needed to get into the library.

However…

The Apple would find itself in the hands of Queen Elizabeth I and Mahatma Gandhi before falling into Templar hands.

As far as I can see, Queen Elizabeth I isn’t a Templar so it’s highly possible that the British Empire did their usual ‘finders keepers’ thing and this wasn’t a nefarious Templar plan. So either Ezio got the Apple out of Masyaf and hid it somewhere else that would later be found by someone (maybe John Dee?) or Ezio… just left it in Masyaf?

I wanna give Ezio the benefit of the doubts and believe that he knew leaving it in Masyaf would be such a bad idea so the Apple was most probably transferred somewhere else.

Which means that Masyaf was completely abandoned by the end of Ezio’s era which Ezio would have believed be something that Altaïr wanted to happen.

I realized now I’m rambling further and further away from the actual topic for this section.

In conclusion: we have no idea if Masyaf is abandoned or occupied by the Templars in modern day. I will also add if it’s occupied by Templars, it might be a secret ‘base’ or it’s affiliated with a non-Abstergo Entertainment section of Abstergo because, as far as I can see, Abstergo Entertainment’s headquarters are based on existing Ubisoft headquarters (ex: Black Flag’s Abstergo Entertainment is in Montreal = Ubisoft Montreal)

Personally, I think that Abstergo would take over Masyaf castle either officially or unofficially as a way to show the Brotherhood how they hold one of the most important locations in their history. That’s the kind of power play the current Inner Sanctum would do.

(It would be funny in a ‘that’s fucked up’ kind of way if Masyaf is an Abstergo secret facility that does experimental work with captured Assassins as guinea pigs which they have done in the Philadelphia facility (Fall comics) and Madrid (AC Movie))

Eagle Vision

It was actually never explicitly stated who had Eagle Vision and who hadn’t but it’s noted that humans, in general, have the capability to unlock Eagle Vision although there are humans who has an easier time unlocking it.

AC1 noted that the Levantine Assassins knew about Altaïr’s Eagle Vision but there’s no evidence to suggest that they have it as well. Most of the time, they just tell Altaïr to use his vision without saying if they have it as well or not.

(it’s just personal preference to write that 12th century Assassins, both in Masyaf and Alamut, would have some form of Eagle Vision to show how much the Brotherhood had ‘fallen’ in the modern day. Canon actually points that only a small number of people can access Eagle Vision)

#ask and answer #assassin's creed #desmond miles #altaïr ibn la'ahad #teecup analyze more than necessary #headcanon: assassin’s creed #william miles

[spearxwind]

Hiya, I’d like to put some thoughts out there on my blog (my house) bc I need to yarf some intense feelings or I fear I will explode on a nuclear scale. This is about hollowridge (not in a negative light!! just explaining + reminiscing of old stuff and talking about new stuff. Pouring my heart out more than a little bit.)

I will put them under a readmore of course, this is PRETTY long winded, so you can read or ignore at your leisure -w- 

I was in my adri tag a while ago looking for some images and ended up going through the whole thing and seeing the evolution of him as a character and HR as a story. Additionally, I recently organized my external memory where all my art files are stored and also saw my old stuff, old concepts, old documents with info and ideas, etc etc and like other times where I have looked through my old stuff I have been WRACKED with so many emotions about it. It’s always a dangerous game to go back into my folders/tags to look because I always end up feeling this whooole spiel all at once and very intensely.

Seeing my content shifts is jarring. Very much so. It always is. I don’t think I can pinpoint causes, some of my better creative highs were at really low points in my life, and then other times my creativity and worlds were subsequently really hardly hit during similar lows. I like to think that I am on the up now though, both mentally and creatively. I’m getting back into a lot of things I love, and I am surrounded by people who I love dearly and who love me back, and things in general are really good! I feel less… I wouldn't say wrathful, but way less frustrated when looking back at my old stuff and more inspired to go back to these concepts with a healthier more open mind + knowing that I have improved nonetheless. 

Specifically for hollowridge. Hollowridge feels like a home to me, simple as that. It's something immensely dear to me and I think this is clear by how much effort I have put into it over time, not all of it well placed or with good results, but effort to make it the best that it could be (at best) and effort to keep it afloat (at worst). HR is a strange thing to look back on because it has gone through so many iterations that its hard to pinpoint just one when looking back, but there's a specific time slot (2017-2018 roughly… I’m not gonna check) that I believe is where it was at its best, and that is specifically the vibe that I am trying really hard to go back to with the newest iteration.

I’ve always struggled with it a lot, I've often voiced this publicly, or to friends who would hear my woes out (god bless them for hearing me go on and on about this like a bass boosted and emotional broken record), often because there was so many possibilities that I could run with and I had a lot of really, really conflicting ideas that I wanted to explore. I also had a lot of trouble with lore in general because for many years I was haunted by the absurd need to “make things make sense”, whatever that means. Having things grounded so that people wouldn't be able to poke holes into the watertight plot.. which I never achieved of course. It was less watertight and more of a welded together pringle shaped monstrosity (This was not only true for hollowridge, but was true for everything I have ever made. like in general. It’s been a consistent creative problem for me). 

Eventually what happened iteration after iteration was that I throttled myself too much with rules, random limitations, all in favor of making something cohesive and deleting all the fun bits off the project in the process.

For this reason I also can’t just up and go “yeah i'm gonna turboscrap everything and go back to what worked in 2017” because it also DIDN’T work then. But that vibe specifically is what I am aiming for. The “classic” vibe, if you will (if that means anything to you as it does to me.)

What didn't work for me back in the day was giving everything a reason for existing, which is something I no longer wish to do (it’s better that way) and also something that failed back then both in HR, and in extinction (earlier drafts) and just about any version of a story I ever tried to make was THE SCOPE. It always spiraled out of my hands. God entities always escape me. Magic systems always escape me. How cities and such would be regulated in these scenarios escape me. Its just things I’m not comfortable writing about in general

So that’s why I have made changes to it currently (the whole lens of technology over it) because it makes it easier to think about, and easier to handle. Post apocalypses are fun to handle, and also easy to handle (for me, in this context). Technology going awry feels like its easier to think about than just vague “magic”, even if in the end the aesthetic looks literally exactly the same. Does that make sense? I hope it makes sense.

To give an example: Magic spells and circles → programs and code lines. That can be shot into machinery or meat (recodes your fucking genome in real time and gives you super brain hemorrhage idk). I guess it just gives my brain something to latch onto that isnt just vague rules of a magic system that could potentially be anything and everything? It essentially works the exact same way… its just the lens of looking at it is changed.

Mimics are their own thing now (nanotechnology, instead of vague.. shadow things). Adri is his own thing while still connected to mimics (an angel array made of the same stuff, instead of.. whatever else). Connected to the world. AND all the conflicting but dearly beloved concepts I had for him actually fit (snake, scarf, smoke, usurper of a body that is not his. Hey remember when he was made out of ashes/smoke and eventually out of goop. Well all of that is true at once now! It’s ALL canon! Bitch! The concepts have been reconciled!!)

There are also more “normal” creatures besides these, animals that have either evolved aboveground due to fit into new world niches (so I can design Whatever without being too limited) and there’s also machine/biomachine chimeras, and purposed grown organisms, and just Weird Shit made by machines in the belly of the earth (meat is just complex machinery. you know this. your heart is a piston and your blood gasoline. but I digress.) So I have the space to Get Weird if I so choose, on my own terms this time. And it will have a proper place in the world.

There used to be a lot of concepts that were cool that I missed a lot when I had to shift away from them. Like mimics infecting people and pretending to be them, and then being able to break the hosts bodies apart to make bodies for the mimic itself. That did not fly in pretty much 80% of the later versions of HR but I was able to bring it back for this one. I’ve tied mimics to the epidemic and to Adri in a way that MAKES SENSE but lets me go wild anyways

I guess… the short way of explaining is that. Instead of it being very vague supernatural stuff of dubious origin, now it's a ‘manmade horrors beyond your comprehension’ type deal (still of dubious origin). Which obviously neither the characters nor I would be able to explain to you the details of its origins but the distinction MATTERS to me (to my brain).

Something else about HR is that it’s made up of me having rounded up a bunch of ocs who’s stories were empty or were left to the void so that they could have a fitting home where they could shine. At the end of the day I just wanna do my characters justice. I don’t want to just relegate them to nice set pieces (even though they ARE cool set pieces), but each of them has years of backstory stuff that I would like to keep to not lose the essence of said character and its where I put the bulk of my writing effort into.

I want their connections to the story to be solid, but I also want their base vibes and the vibes I am familiar with for those characters to BE THERE too. So if I’m slow with revealing info, or writing in general, its literally because all the processing power in my skull is being used to think of how to best approach that and not just throw low quality spaghetti at a wall. (Sometimes the spaghetti method works very well, but often. It does not. And only makes things more complex in the long run, so I have learned to be more careful with it)

Dianne and Nirven are over 12 years old now as characters. That 's insane. And she still has the same core concept of how her magic works as I created it ages ago.

Same for Bei. He still has his same vibe back when I made him 10 years ago.

And Adam when I made him 9 years ago. Though I’m working out stuff for him still in this new edition, but I’ll get there. I promise. 

Sooo……….. What I’m really trying to say is that I’m learning to have fun again. And at the same time (re)realizing I used to have some super swag ideas that I have never fully let go of that I am VERY adamant on keeping. And my aim is to go back to that unhinged unbridled joy of creating for a world that is just So Fucked Up but it Works somehow. And yeah, if you’ve ever been frustrated at my changes don’t worry: me fuckin’ too buddy. A thousandfold. And if you’ve ever been curious as to the why of everything, then I hope this rant serves as some sort of explanation?

So yeah, if you’re an old fan and missed old stuff, I hope I am able to do it justice once more and from now on. I promise I am trying my best, I always have been. It just works better sometimes. And if you are someone new and dont know what the fuck I’m talking about, 1. thank you for reading this far and 2. I hope you enjoy the ride regardless

And who knows…. knowing me in a few years I might see this all changed again. Or maybe this will be the one, finally, that sticks. We’ll see. At the moment like I said, I am focusing on loving my characters, their world, their and my original intentions, and just having as much fun as I can with it. If I create confusion in the process then that’s something I will have to accept. I’m not a big media corporation with a team or writers, or even just one (1) accomplished author with a huge brain. I’m not tolkien. I’m just some guy having fun with made up guys in my brain

Thank you for reading this far, if you did, if there’s anything you’d like to comment or discuss (if anything, I don’t expect it) please feel free to reply or DM me, I try to respond in a timely manner when possible <3 

Thanks for sticking around too. It means the world to me that you have. Have a really good week, cheers

#thunderclap #the hollowridge disaster #i feel like i need to put it in the tag 😅 for safekeeping #drop a like if you read this if you please #it is currently two AM i should have gone to bed two hours ago but 1. i was hanging with a friend and had this mid writing #and 2. i felt like if i didnt pour my brain out I was going to toss and turn all night #anyway yeah i have a lot of baggage with this that ill never be rid of so like. i just want to do GOOD yknow? i just want to do good. #alex writes #not fiction but i do use some big boy prose I think. academic moment #errr....... im hoping this isnt a badly placed post oops. idk what i mean by that just [vague fear] idk #the mortifying ordeal of being misunderstood vs the mortifying ordeal of pouring my heart out to strangers #you know how it is

[narcolini]

trapped

ezekial ‘ez’ reyes x gn!reader, whump, happy ending, 2627 words

warnings for claustrophobia(?) 

for day 11 of whumpril : ‘i’m right here.’

a/n: i always knew this day would come... the solo EZ fic finally beckoned, and i answered. and i promise next time i write him he wont be in mortal danger LMAO

tagging: @drabbles-mc @cositapreciosa @hausofmamadas (let me know if u want to be in any taglists ofc)

Gilly’s barely got the truck in park before you’re flying from the passenger side, door left open behind you. He’d driven far too slow for your liking, so you’re running now, toward the orange-lit yard and the house EZ has passed through a thousand times—with no issue. Until today, of course. And still, Gilly showed no hurry in bringing you here, despite the situation. The very time conscious situation. You’d think, after trying to hide it from you, and then trying to stop you from coming to help, that he’d drive with a bit more pep under his pedals. Use that guilt he’s harbouring, to make amends and get you there fucking faster than the speed limit.

If he did, you’d have time to consider the situation properly. To assess the risk, the likelihood of EZ being in real, serious trouble. As is, you don’t, and your sneakers can’t hit the ground fast enough.

Coco’s the only one you can see, standing by the open garage. Standing, yes, fidgeting, smoking, and doing nothing—like he can afford to do nothing. Like his brother isn’t buried beneath the concrete he’s killing time on.

‘Where is it?’ you blurt, pausing long enough to show him your face. Let him see that it’s you, you’re serious, and stressed out of your mind, so it would be very fucking smart for him to answer without argument. ‘The tunnel?’

‘The fuck…’ His arm falls to his side, cigarette smoke curling back up the length of it. ‘What the fuck are you doing here?’

‘Hm, I don’t know.’ You line the sarcasm with enough venom to sting. ‘Something about my boyfriend being trapped in a collapsed smuggler’s run?’

He tuts sharply, looking past you to Gilly. ‘You were supposed to keep this shit quiet, bro.’

‘I couldn’t—’

You cut Gilly off, snapping your own voice over his reply, ‘The real question is, why the fuck are you out here and not in there, digging him out?’

It’s behind him, you realise, the opening. A small square cut from the concrete, with a ladder set over the edge it. You don’t have time to debate it, though you could chew Coco out until the sun came up, so you burst past him instead.

‘Keeping watch—hey!’ he shouts after you, sounding as annoyed at you, as you are at him. ‘There’s no fucking space for you, dude. You’re just gonna get in the way.’

It doesn’t matter. If EZ’s stuck in there, you’ll make space. You’ll pick the walls apart with your own hands if you have to.

You take the ladder facing forward, which is a mistake, but you’re too committed to it to turn around now. Your hands grapple at the metal rungs behind, heels slipping every other step. It looked like a bigger height from the top, but the clambering, clumsy approach you’ve taken, makes it feel like two or three foot, max. Gone in a blink, and then you’re underground, at the end of the tunnel with the destruction sitting right there in front of you. And God, it’s as bad as your anxiety had told you it would be.

The air is choked with dust, disturbed dirt from the collapse, you assume, and it’s thick enough to make you cough. To irritate your throat as soon as you take that first breath. It’s even making it hard to see, putting a cloudy filter over the narrow alleyway that you have to squint through. Your arm goes up, forearm shielding your eyes, like that’ll be any help at all.

‘EZ?’

There are figures ahead, that you can make out, two men swinging at the wall where the ceiling caved in. As you get closer, toes catching on the gaps between the plywood walkway, it’s obvious who it is, Angel and Creeper, both working away at the rubble. Creeper’s topless, Angel's sweating through his A-tank, and both have been working long enough to look sick with it. Tired and lagging.

‘Get out the way,’ you bark, pushing between the two. You have to get to him, you have to get close enough to the landslide of mud to see for yourself, to know. To know that he’s…

‘The fuck?’ Angel stumbles back, shovel swinging free from the dent he’s made. ‘No, nah, you can’t be here.’

You flick your gaze back to him, hand flapping behind you. ‘Give me the.’ You swallow, airborne dust drying your tongue and words with it. ‘The thing, the fucking. Give it me.’

‘Are you kidding me?’

Creeper’s still working, chipping away at the dirt with the end of his shotgun. It isn’t efficient, by any means, but it must be all he has. All you have, now. Two dudes with a shotgun and a shovel. One big fucking wall of collapsed earth, with no sign of life on the opposite side.

‘EZ?’ You turn to it, desperate. ‘Ezekiel?’ Your palms smack against it, but all you make is a shallow pathetic slap that has no hope of carrying through. ‘I’m right here,’ you shout, before turning your head to put your ear to the cold of it. ‘Can you hear me?’

Angel answers in his brothers place, ‘You really shouldn’t be in here.’

‘Shut up.’

‘This shit isn’t stable, it could collapse again any fucking—’

‘I said shut up,’ you snap, ‘I’m trying to listen.’

It hums, almost, the dirt against your ear. Echoes like you’ve held a shell to it, and not pounds and pounds of ancient soil.

‘EZ?’

Creeper stops when you call for him this time, giving you the momentary silence you need, because—there, yes—there it is, faint as anything: your name said back to you, muffled but clear enough to be real. EZ, alive, conscious, and talking back. Hope jumps into your chest, right behind the heart. It’s not over yet. He’s in a pocket, somewhere, a gap big enough to survive in.

‘Give me the shovel, Angel.’

You look back when he ignores you, just in time to catch him and Creeper exchanging a look, a pair of expressions that you know to take as a no. Loco, they’re thinking. You’re in over your head.  

They set to work again, and you let them, staggering back a couple yards to give them space to swing. You can’t dig any faster or better than they can, determination or not. Even love can’t manage that.

‘Hold on, EZ,’ you tell him, though you’re probably too far away now, and the shirt you’re holding over your mouth, to block the rising dust, is muffling the words. ‘Just, hold on.’

A little longer, and he’ll be out. Just a little longer.

They’re making progress, you can tell, the wall is concave and crumbling now. In fact, your arrival seems to have only made them quicker, more thorough, the dirt coming off in chunks, splitting and shattering by their feet. If they aren’t careful, they might get through so fast that they’re a danger to him. Shovel to the head, shotgun nose to the outstretched arm. He could be anywhere within the collapse, hearing them get closer and closer, unable to speak loud enough to stop them.

You can’t think about that. You can’t think of him in there, under the weight of it all. Chest tight, restricted. Mud in his eyes. Wires and plastic from the overhead lights, all wrapped up on top of him.

You chew your lip to stop it. Teeth through the skin, copper in your mouth. He’s alive and you’ll see him soon enough. He’s alive and you’ll see him—

‘I got something.’ It’s Creeper, loud and certain. ‘Help me clear this shit, man.’

Angel tosses his tool aside, just as Creeper has, choosing to use their hands instead. Dirty and desperate, their knees on the piles of earth they’ve already shifted. It only takes a moment before they’ve cleared enough away that you see it too: black, muddied leather. The white edge of writing.

It’s him.

You can’t give them space after that. You’re in there with them, shoulders bumping, six hands clawing away at the wall until more and more of EZ is revealed. His arm, the blue of his jeans. A bit longer, and you’ve found his head, found the bent metal strip-light that has shielded him from the worst of it. If it wasn’t for that, he’d have no pocket to breathe in, no eyes to blink up at you.

‘Hey,’ you whisper, bending down to put your face next to his. You had imagined saying something useful to him, something reassuring. But when you’re down to the moment of it, all that comes out is that, hey, soft and wavering.

He blinks again, pulling in a wheezing breath as he looks up at you—he hasn’t recognised you yet, you can tell, he’s still catching up on being alive. On having light on his face, and free air to breathe, dusty or not. He’s on his back, lengthways down the tunnel. Not out yet, but Creeper and Angel are working on that, pulling chunks off with clawing fingers.

‘EZ?’ you try, brushing the grit from his eyes, then the corners of his mouth, the angles of his beard. ‘We got you, okay? We’re getting you out.’

He croaks your name, makes the connection at last. Bleary eyes at bleary eyes.

‘Yeah,’ you sniff, fighting tears without realising it, ‘it’s me. I’m here.’

Your hands are shaking as you put your palms to his head—too far gone to try and still them now. What matters, is EZ. His comfort. You want flesh between him and the ground, warmth, not cold roughness, to cradle his head.

‘Just a little bit longer,’ you promise.

His eyes close, but he attempts a nod, moving his chin just enough to be noticeable. The next breath he takes is bookended with a cough, dry and filled with the crap you’re all breathing in.

‘You sure I’m not dead?’ he asks, only audible because your face is so close to his, your hair flopping down onto his forehead.

‘Yeah,’ you laugh, though it’s more of a sob, ‘I’m sure.’

‘Seems like heaven.’ He forces a dry swallow. ‘I see an angel.’

You sniff again, your nose threatening to leak, and brush over his face once more. Gentle, because you’re too scared to break him. ‘You’re choosing now to flirt with me?’ you joke, keeping your voice quiet. ‘You’re ridiculous, EZ.’

He smiles—or at least he tries to, one edge of his mouth twitching upwards.

‘I think that’s that’s good enough,’ Angel says, sitting back on his boots. ‘Think we can pull him out now.’

You nod, shuffling back yourself, though it’s the last thing you want to do. His legs are free enough to wiggle him out without threatening the structure of it all—without crushing the rest of you in the process. So if you have to leave him to do that, let his head sit back in the dirt, just for now, then okay. ‘Okay,’ you tell them. ‘Where should I…?’

Angel’s taking your place at the head of him, forcing his hands beneath EZ’s shoulders. Creeper grabs the leg they’ve dug entirely free, hooking his elbow around his thigh and, well, there isn’t room for you to help at all. So you step back, again, stumbling to your feet so they have space to manoeuvre him.

‘You ready, lil bro?’ Angel asks, panting still, a thick sweat over his brow. ‘In three.’

Creeper nods, and then they pull without waiting for three at all. Probably because they’re just as desperate as you are, now, just as keen to see EZ out and safe again. They’ve been digging so long that there can’t be much energy left in their reserves. It’s now, or never. One tug, two grunts, a catch in the dirt, a tear of EZ’s shirt sleeve, and then it gives. It all gives.

They pull him out of the landslide using their bodies as the counterweight, EZ tugging free and over their laps as they fall backwards from the effort of it. You’re only watching and it’s made your breath heavy, matching the rise and fall of their own chests. They did it. He’s out. Sprawled and painted with dirt, red spotting up his arms from the scratches and nicks he’s collected, but alive. Scooping breaths in like water.

‘God,’ Angel rushes, slapping a palm to EZ’s shoulder, ‘you need to cut some weight, bro.’

‘Yeah,’ Creeper laughs, ‘like moving a fucking bear.’

And then they’re all laughing, even EZ, as weak as it is, panting for air and laughing with the relief of it. Shit, even you’re smiling, and the lump of worry in your throat is still set there like concrete. It’ll stick until you’ve seen him up and walking again.

But they need to catch their breath first, and you can’t carry him alone.

‘D’you think you can stand?’ you ask, looking down at EZ laying over their legs. If he can’t, you’re all in for a struggle, trying to get him up that ladder and through the gap smaller than his shoulders will be near impossible.

EZ nods, taking a finally deep breath before pulling himself upright. He nearly manages it alone, but Angel helps him in the last minute, with a palm to his back, and then once he’s got the momentum of it, he’s up. Wincing and limping as he turns, but up.

You’re crying again. Or, your eyes are, and you’re just letting them. Wet down your cheeks.

‘I thought you were…’ You can’t manage to say it. The words become a whimper that you try to hide by clearing your throat. Before, you had enough of a mission to ignore the fear of it, the sinking what if behind your eyes. Now, it’s pouring out like gasoline. So thick, you can hardly breathe.

He struggles over to you; from the clench of his jaw, you can tell he’s hiding what it costs him, how much it hurts, to protect you. To save you from worrying even further. One foot in front of the other, between where the two men sit, and then he’s in front of you. Upright, and alive, and breathing hot, dry breath over you.

‘I’m sorry,’ he says, pulling you into a hug with the arm he seems to be favouring.

You press your face to his chest and lock your hands behind the back of him. ‘For what?’ you mutter, glad of his clothes to muffle the catch in your voice.

‘Scaring you all the time.’ He puts a kiss to your head, against the hair, holds you tighter than you dared to hold him. ‘Must be the worst boyfriend in the world.’

You scoff, puffing it at the skin by his neck. ‘You think I’d dig through this shit to get you, if you were?’

You’d dig through three times the amount if it meant seeing him safe. If it meant having him, like this, on the other side.

He squeezes you again, before pulling back and shifting so he can lay his arm over your shoulder. There’s a thank-you in the way he looks at you, a level of relief, and love, that neither of you need to articulate. It’s enough to make you sniff away the last of your tears, to take an edge off the lingering concern.

‘Can we get out of here?’ he asks, wincing, and hissing a breath as he tries to walk again. ‘Always fucking hated these tunnels.’

‘Yeah,’ you scoff, ‘me too.’

If only it made a difference. If only that would stop him walking through one again.

#ez reyes #ez reyes x reader #ez reyes x you #mayans mc fanfic #whumpril2023 #this FLEWWWW out of me #my brain really said what if we buried someone alive today? <3

[laundrybiscuits]

(Hanahaki AU tag)

Eddie bends double with the force of his coughing. Steve hurries to his side, helping him gather up all his hair out of the way as he spits out a congealed mass of petals covered in blood and saliva. It’s a pretty big mass. 

“It’s getting worse, Eddie. What was your plan, anyway?” Steve lets go of Eddie’s hair as Eddie wipes his mouth, but doesn’t go far, hand slipping down to rest on Eddie’s back. “Gonna be honest here, for a while I thought the girl lived out of state and that’s where we were going. But I’m getting kinda concerned that we’re not doing that.”

“What girl,” Eddie rasps, before he figures it out. Jesus H. Christ. 

“You know, the…” Steve’s rubbing circles on Eddie’s back, and Eddie thinks this whole stupid trip was worth it, just for this. Just for Steve Harrington soothing him like this, when he’s hurting. “The one you’re so hung up on. Did you tell her yet?”

There’s no such thing as a perfect time to come out, but Eddie thinks this might actually be worse than anything he could’ve imagined. He can’t figure a way to say actually it was never going to be a girl, turns out all the shit that gets said about boys who barf flowers is right on the money for me. It’s suddenly looking like pretty good odds that Steve figures everything out eventually, but if he can put it off even for a day, even for an hour, he’s going to do that.

So instead, he just mumbles, “I meant it. What I said. It’s selfish to put that on someone.” 

“Shit, Eddie. You can’t—this is the rest of your life we’re talking about, man. You know they say the cut doesn’t always turn out okay? People can get really messed up on that operating table. Like, the rest of their emotions don’t work right or something.”

“Not—gonna get the cut,” Eddie forces out. He spits again into the dirt. The taste of flowers is always in his mouth, these days. 

“You’re—” Steve’s hand clenches into a fist, snagged in Eddie’s shirt before he abruptly lets go. “What—what do you mean you’re not gonna get the cut? What, so you’re just gonna…”

“Yeah. You caught me. This is the Eddie Munson Farewell Tour, strictly limited engagement.” Eddie sits back in the dirt, closing his eyes and tipping his face up to the afternoon sun. 

It feels weirdly good to tell Steve, like now that he’s not the only person in the world who’s carrying this specific secret, there’s a little more space inside him. Feels peaceable. But then of course he hears a muffled noise, and when he looks over, Steve’s gasping for air, crouched with his head in his hands.

See? Selfish, even this much. Eddie sighs and leans over to rub Steve’s neck. 

“I had a pretty good run. Cheated death a few times already, thanks to some stalwart heroes I could mention. My time’s just up, is all.”

“How—” Steve wheezes. “How are you so—fuck, dude—you shouldn’t be—”

“I know,” says Eddie. “It would’ve made for a better story if I’d died fighting monsters or something, right? Damn my inconvenient survival.” He shakes a fist theatrically at the sky.

“Fuck off, don’t fucking say that,” says Steve, and turns to throw his arms around Eddie. He’s a heavy guy, and he’s not exactly being careful, so it’s basically a tackle; Eddie’s back hits the dirt, but Steve doesn’t let go. Eddie pets his hair a little as he clings to Eddie’s jacket, shaking, and stares up at the sky. There’s some clouds moving in on the horizon, all wispy and scattered like they’re not sure they’re meant to be there.  

Finally, Steve sits up, though he leaves a hand on Eddie’s side, big and warm on his ribcage. 

“Sorry,” Steve says, pinching the bridge of his nose. His voice is steady but strained. “Didn’t mean to have a, a fucking breakdown on you.”

“S’fine, Harrington. Get all those big feelings out now, there’s a good boy.” 

“I just.” Steve stops, and swallows hard. “I don’t see why—”

“Yeah, I don’t want to talk about it,” snaps Eddie. It’s a little soon for flowers to be stirring in his gorge again, but he can feel the queasy phantom clench in his guts that says the next one’s going to be a doozy. 

“Tough shit, Eddie! You don’t get to fucking die on us without talking about it.”

Eddie sits up, dislodging Steve’s hand, and wraps his arms around his knees. “I didn’t know you were setting the goddamn rules of life and death. Must’ve missed that little update.”

“Yeah, well.” Steve sets his jaw mulishly. “When I run off to die alone in the middle of nowhere, you can set the rules. Until then, I’m calling the shots.” 

Eddie drops his chin onto his folded arms. He really hates fighting like this, but he guesses this particular fight’s been dogging their heels since they left Hawkins, hunting them down like a patient predator. He’d thought he’d be frantic and furious if he ever had to talk about it, especially to Steve; the idea of it, of having this talk, had been enough to bring him to the edge of panic. Instead, all that’s left is a strange, bitter calm. 

He’ll get through this, no matter what’s on the other side. There isn’t any other option.

#not 100% sure how I feel about this one tbh! it will probably need another editing pass or two before it's ready for AO3 #but really I just needed to post the draft so I can write other stuff and give this a rest #I'm fully embracing the whole posting-unpolished-work as part of my process now I guess #hanahaki au #steddie

[vampyrsutton]

KiriBakuTodoDeku~Cum Swapping

Summary:

As usual, Bakugou doesn't know when to stop and is nearing his limit. Kirishima has an idea to relieve some stress.

Ao3 Tags:

Cum Swapping, Foursome - M/M/M/M, Partner Swapping, Oral Sex, Rough Oral Sex, Rough Sex, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Anal Plug, Hate Sex, Subspace, Underage Drinking, Aftercare, Quirk Shenanigans (My Hero Academia), Quirk Misuse (My Hero Academia), Bottom Bakugou Katsuki, Rimming, Spanking, Kinktober 2021

Notes:

This will be the closest to BakuDeku I write btw because it hits way too close to a previous relationship of mine that left both of us messed up but will do my best to keep that out of this. This note is just so no one requests the ship.

“What the fuck are the nerd and Icy Hot doing in my room?” Bakugou growls, glaring at his grinning redhead flopped across his bed.

“Hello to you too, Kacchan.” Midoriya snickers from Todoroki’s lap on the blonde’s desk chair.

“Fuck off! Eijirou?!” Bakugou snarls, wanting answers now. They were wrapping up the year, and the blonde still hadn’t learned his limits so was one ill-placed back-talk away from reverting back to early first year and exploding someone. He just wanted to come back to his room and cuddle with his shark-toothed idiot, but instead, his two biggest rivals were occupying his desk chair looking way too smug to do anything but piss him off more.

He breathes before his palms can start crackling.

“Calm down, Bakubabe.” Kirishima smiles fondly. “They’re here for you, or rather to talk to you. Remember last month when Mina and Denki snuck booze in and you ended confessing a bunch of stuff when we got back to my room?”

Bakugou stares at him for a moment, gears obviously turning before it seems to click and his ears go red as he pointedly avoids looking at Midoriya. “What about it?”

“Well, you’ve been working yourself half to death as usual and both of us can tell you’re about to go off the deep end so I thought you would benefit letting off some steam,” Kirishima explains as he coaxes his angry blonde to sit next to him, holding him close when he does. 

Bakugou does not cuddle closer when fingers start running through his hair. 

“What do they have to do with that?” The blonde huffs.

Kirishima’s grin turns wicked. “Your one-sided childhood crush wasn’t so one-sided. Thought maybe we could both take you apart, and help you relax?”

Bakugou’s head shoots up so fast he narrowly misses smacking into the redhead’s chin as he stares at him wide-eyed and blushing. “You fucking told him?!”

“Bakubabe, Midobro told everyone during truth or dar- You were in the bathroom,” Kirishima remembers. “Well, I can promise I wouldn’t have said shit to anyone unless I was sure.”

Bakugou pouts at him before huffing. “Whatever.” He glares at the bi-colored boy behind his childhood friend. “What’s he doing here then?”

“Izu is my boyfriend. I think I should be in the conversation even if I won’t be in the bed.” Todoroki speaks up from where his chin is resting on the greenette’s shoulder. “I’m completely okay with all of this by the way. My only condition is that I get to watch. Izu almost exclusively bottoms and is really soft as a top.” A smirk. “The amount of tension between you two though? I wanna see what my baby looks like when he goes feral.”

“Sho!” Midoriya scolds, freckles standing out against his red face. “He didn’t need to know that! No way is he gonna let me top now!” The shorter boy pouts.

Bakugou, meanwhile, is a similar shade to his boyfriend’s hair as he takes in what the taller boy says and his mind goes wild from there. The other three in the room turn back to him when he lets out a strangled groan. 

“Bakubabe?” Kirishima questions, trying to get a look at the blonde’s face and smirking when he sees the look in his eyes. “You like that idea don’t you?”

“Sh-Shut up, Shitty Hair!” Bakugou huffs, glaring at the smirking fire and ice user and his wide-eyed childhood friend. “...I’m not against it, but boundaries need set first.”

“Really, Kacchan?!” Midoriya grins. “You’re really okay with it?!”

“Yeah, sure, whatever. Ei is right. I’m stressed as fuck and could do with giving up some control. Boundaries first though.”

“No, of course! I assume you still have your notebook?” The greenette is practically vibrating with glee. 

The blonde flushes at being exposed, but gestures for Kirishima to fish it out of the drawer. “Yeah, I still got it.” He grumbles, tossing it to the nerd. “...I guess Icy-Hot can look too since he’ll technically still be involved.”

“So you’re okay with me watching then?” Todoroki asks as he ends up being the one to catch the book when Deku fumbles it and opens it curiously. Heterochromatic eyes widen when he realizes what he’s holding and stares at Bakugou in shock. “Is this a book of kinks?”

Bakugou flushes darker but nods in answer to both questions with a mumbled yeah as Kirishima grins proudly. “It’s made communication so much easier when bringing things up. I have my own list now, too.”

Todoroki seems to be in shock as Midoriya is now reading the open pages. 

“Are those plans for an Endeavor cuckolding fic?” The greenette asks, immediately snapping his boyfriend back to the present. 

“A WHAT?!” He yells, reading closer. “Endeavor gets exposed-already invested...Jeanist shows him how to-. Why are you writing porn about my dad?! ...Send it to me so I can return some of the trauma.” He mumbles, now invested in looking through the pages. “I assume the highlighters are the stoplight system?”

Bakugou nods, fiddling on his phone until Todoroki’s dings. “Yup. Shows what I like, am okay with, or curious about, and will not do under any circumstances. Sent.”

“Thank you. I will make sure to not read it first. You’re not okay with someone fucking Kirishima without you then?” Todoroki hums as he notices the kink is red.

“Mine.” Bakugou snarls. 

“Fair enough.” The taller shrugs, turning the page. Midoriya is already reading half the book ahead, lifting the pages to see. 

“I knew you were lying when you said you were fine after the slime quirk!” Deku cries out when Todoroki flips to Bondage. 

“...No wonder you were feral during the sports festival. I’m sorry I judged you.” Todoroki frowns.

Bakugou just shrugs as Kirishima holds him closer. “I’m okay with some of it. It just requires a lot more preparation and boundaries.” He grumbles, surprising himself with how comfortable he is sharing this stuff.

The other two furrowed their brows but chose not to ask right now. 

They went on reading, piping up when something piqued their interest. 

“So praise and degradation?” Todoroki asks. “Am I allowed to talk then or would you prefer I stay quiet?”

Bakugou blinks, even more, surprised at how considerate the other is being before thinking about his question. “I never thought I’d be in this situation so I don’t know.  I don’t know you well enough to have feelings for you, but your monotone is kind of relaxing… I’ll tell you if it’s making things weird. As I said your voice is relaxing so if you want to help with aftercare, I should be okay with that.” 

“Relaxing.” Todoroki hums. “I will probably stick to praise if I feel the need to speak at all. I don’t know what Izu will be like so for all we know a balance might be needed.” He shrugs.

“I seriously don’t know why you’re so insistent that I’ll go feral.” Deku pouts. “I don’t go feral.”

Everyone in the room stares at him stone-faced. “What?!”

“Muscular,” Kirishima speaks up.

“Moonfish,” Bakugou adds.

“Literally tried to help Iida murder Stain.” Todoroki hums. 

“Rescuing me at Kamino.” Bakugou.

“Once Eri decided to help, Overhaul stood no chance.” Kirishima laughs.

“Me during the sports festival.” 

“What about-”

“Okay! I get it! I’ve gone feral before!” Midoriya isn’t even trying to hide his pout as the other laugh at him. “No cuddles for you.” He glares over his shoulder as he wiggles out of his boyfriend’s hold, earning a pained whine. “And you.” He points at Bakugou. “Better be ready to not walk.” 

Bakugou turns scarlet and his palms crackle. “I’d like to see you try, Shitty Nerd.”

Something passes through Midoriya’s eyes, and Bakugou shivers when he realizes the hole he’s dug and he can’t wait. 

“Challenge accepted.” The greenette smirks. “Friday after exams?” 

“Sounds good to me.” Kirishima grins as Bakugou nods, refusing to speak out of embarrassment of what sound might leave. 

“Works for me. Can tell father to get fucked...I hate that sentence after what I was just exposed to.” Todoroki sighs. “Not that my input is as important, but I really want to watch.”

“Awesome! Gives us a few days to think and talk more!” Midoriya grins, back to being a ball of sunshine, before smirking as he looks Bakugou in the eye. “Can’t wait.”

Midoriya pulls Todoroki after him as he leaves the room, door clicking behind them before Bakugou finally lets the strangled noise leave his throat.

“Are you trying to kill me, Shitty Hair!” Bakugou yells, flopping back on the bed and grabbing a pillow to scream into.

All Kirishima could do was laugh as he pulled Bakugou into a cuddle. “Come on, let’s relax before you subject me to studying hell.”

“You better not fucking think cuddles will get you out of it either! We finally got you into the top 10 and I’ll be damned if you drop out of it!” Bakugou snarls, even as he sinks into the redhead’s hold. 

“I know, I know.” The redhead chuckles. “But cuddles now, JSL later.” 

Bakugou puts up no further complaints.

~~~

“So he’s definitely goading us, right?” Midoriya asks the day before everything is supposed to happen.

All week, Bakugou had been bordering between being a complete brat and peak seduction, and Midoriya just wanted to make sure he wasn’t losing his mind for no reason. 

“He gets like that whenever he wants to frustrate me so I’ll destroy him so yeah definitely, Midobro” Kirishima smirks as he takes a gear off his shoulder. 

“How do you not have a constant boner?!” The greenette gapes quietly. “He’s even being nice to Sho and I think I caught them play flirting which is not a sight I thought would be so hot, and yet I had the urge to drag Sho away by his tie and have him tease me like that.”

Kirishima’s eyebrows shoot up as he let out a shocked laugh. “I haven’t seen that yet, but then again he’s been thinking about this since you were preteens so chances are you’re being tortured so you’ll return the favor. ...confirm that of course, but that’s my guess.”

Midoriya groans into his mouthguard. “You two might have to make do with Sho. I might die before tomorrow.” 

The redhead could only laugh at the greenette’s suffering. “It’s one more day. He’s not going to let you die before he gets the chance to test your strength quirk.”

It’s at this exact moment that Bakugou chooses to walk past in nothing but his jockstrap, and Deku suddenly looks like he’s ready for Christmas with how fast his face flushes red, a strangled squeak leaving his lips.

He doesn’t miss the smirk that decorates the blonde’s, nor the heated look thrown over his shoulder.

“Oh, it’s on, Kacchan.” He smirks before turning back to the redhead. “It’s odd how feral he is being on the Ace-spectrum.”

Kirishima just blinks. “I thought for sure you’d already have notes upon notes about that sort of stuff already. I mean I have no room to talk because I had the same idea at the start, but bro, you’re the research nerd.”

Midoriya raises a brow while trying to figure out if he should feel insulted or not. “...Explain?”

“I thought the same way when we first got together and was tiptoeing around everything related to sex because I was terrified of making him uncomfortable and him leaving. That’s honestly the main reason I’m so grateful you two are so similar in your detailed notes and fanboy natures because he eventually got pissed at my ‘pussy footing’ as he called it, and just gave me what is basically a kink dictionary. Hell, Urban Dictionary would probably cry if they saw the level of detail in that thing. He eventually made another notebook on sexuality for me because I had a million questions that, despite writing porn, he was too embarrassed to answer.” Kirishima rambles as he starts getting back into his uniform. “Like, bro, you yourself just called it a spectrum and that’s exactly what it is. Some demis may be just as uninterested in sex as ace people, while others just need a strong foundation of trust before they’ll even entertain the idea. Then you have BakuBabe who’s the second one except he got his foundation and took off running.” He finishes, getting his tie in place.

Midoriya blinks, before looking thoughtful as he stands there in his boxers. “That makes sense. We were at war when he came out so I guess I just never got around to researching.” He nods resolutely before grinning. “Thanks, Kirishima.”

“No problem.” Kirishima gives a toothy smile. “Now go get your boyfriend off of mine. I know damn well mine started it, but I have no clue why yours is entertaining it.”

He laughs as Midoriya whips around to see the smirking duo with Todoroki having Bakugou crowded against the locker. “You’re not the only one who has a little shit for a boyfriend,” Deku grumbles as he goes to drag the two-toned boy away. “Why are you like this?”

“Is it riling you up?” Todoroki asks bluntly as he’s dragged to the toilets.

“I’m not answering something you know the answer to!” The greenette squeaks, choosing to ignore the smirk decorating his boyfriend’s face.

Kirishima and Bakugou meanwhile are cackling at the two. 

“Why you gotta taunt him, Bakubabe?” Kirishima snickers.

“You know exactly why, Shitty Hair.” Bakugou laughs.

“Menace. Absolute menace.” 

~~~

“FUCKING FINALLY!” Bakugou yells, stretching his arm behind his head as he and Kirishima entered the dorms after they were finally released for the year. They all had the weekend to relax before their spring break officially starts, but most were already heading out the doors. 

“I never want to see a math equation ever again.” Kirishima groans, hanging deflated against Bakugou’s shoulders.

“Tch, it wasn’t that bad, drama king.” Bakugou tsks, opening the elevator doors.

“Easy for you to say,” Kirishima grumbles. “You’re stupidly smart.” 

“I just work instead of complAi- AH!” 

Bakugou’s banter was cut off as soon as they stepped out of the elevator, and Midoriya is standing there to slam him against the wall next to it. Todoroki is smirking behind him, obviously ready for the show. 

“You, Kacchan, are a fucking ass.” Midoriya snarls, obviously frustrated. 

Kirishima watches as the red of Bakugou’s eyes are swallowed by black even as he’s grinning like a maniac. “Fuck, Deku. I knew you were dumb, but it took you this long to figure that out?” he wasn’t done taunting the boy apparently.

“Big talk from a brat that’s been begging to be fucked stupid all week.” The normally shy boy growls and shit even Kirishima has to admit that is hot as he looks at Todoroki in shock.

The dual-quirk wielder seems to agree. 

“HUH?! As if! I bet I won’t even be able to feel it, damn nerd!” Bakugou sneers. Ah, so he chose violence today.

“The only thing you won’t be feeling is your legs when I’m done with you. Finally make you scream my name for something other than jealousy for once, hm?”

“Ha! Who would ever be jealous of a weakling like you?!” 

As they continue yelling sexual tension-laced insults at each other, Kirishima inches over to a very enthralled Todoroki. “I’m starting to wonder if I’m actually going to be able to get in there or if they’re just going to start clawing at each other before we even make it back to BakuBabe’s room.”

“I have no clue, but I’m going to need to ask Bakugou for some tips on how to get Izu like that,” Todoroki answers, not once taking his eyes off the two who have now started attacking each others' mouths. “Because that is really, really hot.”

Kirishima was used to aggressive blonde by now and knew his methods of getting attention without directly asking so nodded his head in understanding. "This happens at least once a month for me… though with a lot fewer insults obviously."

“I am rather relieved they’re not armed. I think they would have killed each other by now.”

“Don’t give them ideas- hey guys! We’re still in the hallway! Maybe get inside, first!” Kirishima panics when he hears a whine from Bakugou and notices Midoriya’s hand moving suspiciously.

All he gets in response is a groan, and he sighs. “Todoroki? Mind giving me a hand? ...Todoroki!”

Todoroki shakes himself out of whatever trance he was in and nods. “Yeah… let’s get them moved inside.”

The boys move closer and there is a brief scuffle trying to separate them, but eventually, they manage to separate them and drag them into Bakugou’s room. Bakugou clung to Kirishima as he was carried, kissing and sucking and biting along the redhead’s neck to provoke him. After the show they received, it was definitely working and it seemed Todoroki was getting a similar treatment as the two fought to dominate a kiss. 

As soon as the door was closed, Kirishima threw his blonde on the bed and crowded him against the pillows. 

"Fucking hell, Kat. Just how hard have you been pushing yourself to be this damn desperate to be fucked stupid?” Kirishima near growls as he looms over the squirming blonde.

“Just shut up and fuck me, idiots.” Bakugou snarls in response before pulling Kirishima down to devour each other. 

There’s the sound of wood breaking when Bakuogou insults them before the blonde lets out a strangled whine and almost bucks Kirishima off of him as his back arches. 

Kirishima looks down the blonde’s body to find a pissed-off Izuku had taken Bakugou down his throat in one go and was going at it like he was trying to suck the blonde’s soul out of his body and succeeding based on Bakugou’s reactions.

Izuku finally backed off with a pop as he glared up at Bakugou, still stroking the blonde’s length. “Do you really think you’re in any position to be throwing around insults when you’ve been acting desperate for our cocks all week? When I can finally put that mouth to better use than being a little bitch?”

Red eyes glare into green as Bakugou tries to hold in his sounds. “Fuck. You. Deku-Ahh!”

Bakugou hadn’t noticed Midoriya had gotten a hold of lube and now realizes the wood breaking noise was probably his nightstand but doesn’t have time to be mad as the greenette wiggles a finger inside him and draws a whine out of him.

“No, I think that will be the other way around,” Midoriya smirks as he draws his finger in and out, chuckling when he seems to brush the blonde’s prostate and draw out a grasp.

Bakugou snarls but is squirming for more friction. He whines again when Kirishima apparently gets bored of watching and starts devouring the blonde’s mouth and his fingers play with his nipples. 

He cries out again when Midoriya once again takes him whole at the same time he adds a finger. Kirishima takes the opportunity to slip his tongue in the blonde’s mouth and swallow any further sound.

Kirishima’s quirk ripples down his back as Bakugou claws at him while trying to buck into Midoriya’s mouth and groaning when his hips are held down. 

"Dammit! Move, Shitty Deku!" Bakugou snaps, choking on a moan when the only response he gets is another finger added and crying out when Kirishima moves down to start biting and sucking at his neck. 

Kirishima smirks as he bites a particular spot by the blonde's ear and he arches in a way that positions the next thrust of Midoriya’s fingers on his prostate making him moan loudly now. 

Midoriya pauses for a moment before it clicks what just happened and he smirks. "There it is, Kacchan." 

The blonde just groans, already knowing what's about to happen, but still can't stop his sounds as the greenette begins abusing that spot; massaging it with every pass and making the other's knees feel like jelly.

Bakugou squirms, trying to get any of the friction he needs but the nerd and his stupid observation skills seem to have already figured out just how to make the stimulation too much but not enough to give him any release. 

He decides to switch targets when Kirishima made his way down to the blonde's chest and pulls on red-dyed locks. He cries out when this causes a particularly rough bite to his left pec and the redhead attacks his mouth once more. 

There's a surprised whine to accompany his annoyed groan, but he's only annoyed for a second as he realizes the hair-pulling had the desired effect and Kirishima has pulled Deku's mouth off the blonde's cock by green curls. 

Bakugou has to wonder for a moment just what Todoroki and Deku have been doing because the pulling of the greenette’s hair caused the exact opposite effect. Gone was the cocky fierceness as he stared at the others with his pupils blown wide, mouth hanging open, and his tongue lolled out, small pleading noises leaving his throat. 

The other two glance at an obviously painfully turned-on Todoroki in amusement.  

"Uh, I think we broke him, Todorbro?" Kirishima snickers. 

"Yeah, I've trained him well. Let go of his hair and probably get them bickering again." Todoroki smirks, trying to be sneaky about palming himself through his pants. 

"Just jerk off normally if you're gonna sit there and watch, dumbass!" Bakugou snapped at the heterochromatic boy sitting backward on his desk chair. 

Kirishima meanwhile had let go of green curls and was kissing some sense back into the other boy. He regained some of his bearings just in time to hear the insult thrown at his boyfriend and was quick to jump to his defense, smacking the blonde's ass with a glare. 

"None of that, fucking brat," Midoriya growls, smirking when Bakugou yelps and whines needily. "We are not shit-talking my already emotionally scarred boyfriend."

"Bakubabe, no. I know what you're thinking, and it’s too far." Kirishima sighs, seeing the smirk trying to form on the blonde's face. 

"Physically scarred, too." Todoroki chimes in, making Bakugou cackle and the other two groan. 

"Read my damn mind, Icy-Hot!" Bakugou snickers.

"My brother suggested using humor for the trauma. 'Laugh away the pain or at the very least at the horror on others' faces.'" The two-toned boy shrugged, a smirk of his own twitching at the corner of his mouth.

"Sho, no." Izuku sighs. "Please stop listening to the villain." 

"That one was Natsuo, actually." 

Bakugo burst out laughing again at the frustrated groan this drags from the greenette, but yelps when this earns him another slap on the ass. "Dammit, Deku!" 

This just earns him a glare, but nothing more which just frustrates the blonde more. 

He looks to Kirishima for any kind of help, but the redhead just looks amused. 

‘Fucker.’ Bakugou glares, thinking for a second before smirking. “Are you gonna fucking do something you damn nerd or should we switch out for your boyfriend there?” He grins.

Midoriya glares down at the brat. “Kirishima? He’s your brat, do you want front or back?” 

Kirishima laughs at Midoriya falling right into the blonde’s hands but pretends to think about it. “I mean, I think you’ve been wanting to shut him up for a while now.” 

Izuku smirks in return. “Oh, you have no idea.” He chuckles darkly, grabbing Bakugou’s chin. “Gonna make him choke on it.”

“Ha! I’d like to see you trY! Ah~! Fucking cheater!” The blonde moans as the greenette starts stroking him again to silence him.

“Yup.” Izuku hums smugly before his arms flex and he flips the blonde onto his stomach before pulling his hips and bringing him up to his knees. 

Bakugou attempts to choke down his moan at being manhandled, not wanting to give his rival the satisfaction as the Christmas-haired duo move around him; Kirishima moving behind him and Izuku in front of him. He doesn’t have as much luck with the next sound as Kirishima apparently decides to lean down and lick at the access lube leaking from his ass and wiggle his tongue inside causing the blonde to cry out. 

Izuku takes advantage of the blonde’s now open mouth to pull his head up by his hair and slip inside, groaning when Bakugou’s moan vibrates up his length. “Shiiit.”

Bakugou chokes a little but does his best to swallow and breathe through his nose. Deku isn’t as long as Kirishima, but he is thicker and the blonde’s jaw aches as he tries to accommodate the unfamiliar stretch, tears gathering at the corners of his eyes.

The sight is enough to make Midoriya throb which draws another moan from the already shaking blonde. Midoriya inches forward more, trying to fit the rest down the blonde’s throat and having trouble controlling himself when the heat swallows and tightens around him. He doesn’t even need to look up to know when Kirishima starts sliding in, he can tell by the drawn-out moan that races up his cock. “Fuck, Kacchan!”

During this, Kirishima had spent some time taking Bakugou apart with his tongue, but when the blonde’s legs start shaking and he sits up, the glimpse of tears forming in red eyes makes him decide he can’t wait any longer and he lines himself up to sink in. He can’t help but smirk when he realizes he caught the two off guard and the greenette curses. “Tight isn’t he?”

“Hot, too.” Izuku groans, gripping blonde locks harder as he thrusts forward more. 

“Wait ‘til you feel back here.” Kirishima smirks, smacking the blonde’s ass and getting another moan from both. 

“Tap system for safe signals?” The greenette hums.

“Snap system. I can’t always feel the taps when hardened.” Kirishima explains, working himself in ‘til the hilt. 

Midoriya opens his mouth, but Todoroki cuts him off, knowing the look in his eyes. “You can play 20 Questions after, Izu.” 

Midoriya pouts but relents. “How do you want to do this? In sync? Back and forth? Or just fuck him onto me like a cock sleeve?”

Bakugou moans beneath them as they decide his fate like he’s not even there, and silently begs for the last one, just wanting to be used. 

Kirishima hums, pretending to think, but really observing the blonde’s reactions. He groans when Bakugou tightens around him at the end of Midoriya’s questioning. “I don’t think he wants to be able to explain why he’s limping tomorrow.”

Izuku smirks. “That can be arrAnged! Shit!” 

Bakugou moans in anticipation before gagging slightly when Deku accidentally thrusts his hips but he doesn’t try to get away just swallows to adjust.

“Hold on then, Midobro.” Kirishima snickers with a sharp-toothed smirk as he slowly pulls almost all the way out, reveling in how Bakugou whines before starting a brutal pace that lurches the blonde onto the greenette’s cock with each thrust, Midoriya pushing Bakugou back every time Kirishima pulls out so he can be forced back down.

Bakugou does his best to keep his throat relaxed as he was stretched from both ends but still gags around the girth occasionally which only makes the greenette go harder as the blonde’s throat flutters around him. 

Tears were streaming freely from the blonde’s eyes at this point but he made no move to stop the activities as the other two continue to use him as their fuck toy. Every time the redhead would brush his prostate, it ripped a moan from somewhere low in his throat which in turn would make the abuse to his throat rougher and cause him to clench around Kirishima’s length which would just spur him on more as well. 

Bakugou could tell when Deku was getting close as his thrusts grew erratic and made it hard for the blonde to time his breathing, making him light-headed and causing his throat to further spasm around the greenette’s already sensitive head. It doesn’t take long at all before Izuku is spilling down the blonde’s throat and pulling out slowly to smear him cum across the other’s tongue. 

An absolutely ruined groan leaves Bakugou’s throat, and the sight apparently leaves Todoroki in a similar state as he tries to hold back his own orgasm and gives Bakugou an idea. He leaves his mouth to hang open so Deku can see his cum collected there as he motions for Todoroki to come closer. 

The dual-colored boy is understandably confused but is too strung out to question it as he rolls himself over on the chair, not trusting himself to stand. Bakugou gives him the hand signal for ‘Trust me?’ that they learned in hero training, and Todoroki nods before he is pulled into a kiss by his half-open shirt. His eyes widen in shock, but he makes no move to pull away and instead kisses back, moaning low when he realizes Bakugou is using the kiss to swap Izu’s cum into his mouth and he grabs the blonde’s hair to kiss and lick into his mouth like a starving man. 

Bakugou doesn’t object as he uses the other for support as Kirishima continues to pound into him, somehow managing to go harder at the sight in front of him and Bakugou’s thighs tremble in their effort to hold him up. 

Izuku. meanwhile, is leaning against the headboard to catch his breath, and is staring at the sight dumbfounded, his spent cock trying to twitch in interest. 

“Fuck, Kat!” Kirishima all but growls as he snaps his hips to smack against the blonde’s firm ass. He knew there was a possibility Bakugou would allow the half and half boy to get involved, but he thought it would be from afar, and even if it included touching, didn’t think it would be this hot as he sees a white string of cum laden spit connect their mouths when they break for air.

“AHhhh~! Ei! Too much! Hurry! Please!” Bakugou croaks, clinging to Todoroki’s half-opened shit as the only thing keeping him from collapsing onto the bed. 

“Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck fu-Ah~! KAt!” Kirishima all but roars as he buries himself to the hilt and surges forward to bite into already prettily scarred shoulders, cumming hard into his whimpering blonde.

Bakugou practically sobs as his vision whites out at the feeling of being filled and cums across his stomach and bedsheets, some even managing to make it onto Todoroki’s pants as he collapses into the taller, panting boy. 

Moments later, Bakugou starts to come back to himself when he feels a cool hand wiping the tears from his cheeks. “Still with us?” A soft monotone hums.

Bakugou whimpers, but nods an affirmative, moving the cold hand to just cover his face and help bring him back. “Stelin yer boifrnd, Dku.” He mumbles into the palm. (Stealing your boyfriend, Deku.)

“How does he have any sass left in him?” Midoriya scoffs at Kirishima.

“He just had the brilliant idea to swap your cum into Todobro’s mouth, nothing surprises me with him anymore.” Kirishima laughs, pulling out slowly and cooing at the whimper it causes. “Shh, you’re alright, Bakubabe.”

“Twu empty (Too empty),” Bakugou complains. 

“Aren’t you sensitive though, baby?” Kirishima chuckles fondly, reaching over to play with blonde locks.

“Streshed. Wanna ve full. (Stressed. Wanna be full.)”

“Hmmm, what do you think Midobro? Able to fill him while I catch my breath?” 

Midoriya glances down at his spit-covered half-chub, and strokes it experimentally, wincing a bit in over sensitivity but nodding. “Could use some help but probably?”

“If he’s okay with it, I might be able to help?” Todoroki offers, pulling his hand away from the blonde enough to see his face. “What do you think?” 

Bakugou grumbles in annoyance when the cool hand leaves his face, but considers for a moment before nodding. “You saw the book too so you know what not to do.”

“I’ll make sure not to.” Todorki agrees before manhandling Bakugou into the position he wants so the other two have a full view of the blonde’s leaking hole. This also incidentally leaves Bakugou’s face forced into split-colored pubes and a dick comparable to Eijirou’s in length and thicker next to his face. “You can ignore it if you want. I’ll just use Izu later assuming he has the energy.”

Bakugou is grateful for the lack of pressure and hums in appreciation. “No wonder the nerd is so cock stupid.” 

Todoroki chuckles before reaching down and spreading the blonde’s cheeks open to reveal his hole further, some of Eijirou’s cum dribbling out at the action.

The other groan at the sight, Izuku already stroking a little faster now after retrieving the lube once more. 

“Shit .” He cursed as Todoroki scooped that lube back up, and used it to start fingering the blonde’s ass himself, making sure to scissor him open nice and wide so the other two could get a good view and to occasionally move his own hips so Bakugou couldn’t use them to hide his desperate whines. 

“Come on, Bakugou. If you continue doing that, they won’t be able to hear your pretty sounds.” Todoroki hums, smirking slightly when this gets a moan from the blonde. 

“So long.” Bakugou mumbles, thrusting his hips back to meet the heterochromatic boy’s fingers. 

“So Izuku says.” Todoroki nods, demonstrating by wiggling them deeper until he finds the spot that makes Bakugou cry out and continues to rub the bundle of nerves, drawing more and more whines and moans from once again desperate blonde.

“Ah, fuck, Icy-Hot! Fuck! Too much! Too much! Ahh~! Ple-” He almost manages to drag a plead out of the blonde, but Bakugou catches himself and decides to busy his mouth by dropping it as far onto Todoroki’s cock as it will go, not caring when the other instinctively bucks into his mouth and he gags a little.

“Shit. That desperate to not beg for it, huh?” Todoroki hisses out as he tries to keep his hips still. “I thought your quirk was in your hands, why is your mouth so hot?” He’s failing.

Luckily, Bakugou is much more prepared this time as he relaxes his throat and lets the other work into his mouth little by little, still abusing his oversensitive prostate all the while and making him moan.

Midoriya, meanwhile, is back at full hardness. Oversensitive, sure, but nothing Todoroki hasn’t put him through before. He crawls over to where his boyfriend is knuckle-deep in his rival’s ass and lines the head of his cock up alongside the fingers. He groans low as he slides in next to them and his boyfriend curses from the blonde crying out around his dick. 

“Shit, Izu. You’re gonna break the poor boy.” Todoroki hisses out as Bakugou starts trembling in sensitivity. 

“Good,” Midoriya smirks, and Bakugou moans again, knowing he’s about to be ruined. “Move your fingers, Sho. I’m going to use 1%.”

Bakugou whines around Todoroki’s cock as he does as he’s told and Izuku bottoms out. Both let him adjust to being so stuffed on both sides as Todoroki finally helps work him down to bury his nose in his pube before they even think of starting. 

“Are you okay with me fucking your mouth, or do you just want to cock warm?” Todoroki asks. 

Bakugou hums, thinking before holding up one finger for the first option. 

“Shit, Kacchan. Just how much did you overwork yourself.” Midoriya wonders aloud.

The blonde’s only response is to flip him off which gives Deku all the incentive he needs to power up and pull all the way back out before slamming back in, and making the other all but scream around his boyfriend’s cock.

Todoroki grips blonde hair harshly in response before following his boyfriend’s lead in roughly fucking the blonde’s throat. 

Tears prick at Bakugou’s eyes once more as he works on breathing through his nose, but it’s difficult when the air is being knocked out of him from behind, and Izuku is using those godforsaken observation skills of his to find his prostate almost immediately and nail it almost every time. 

He lets out another choked cry when wet heat closes around his cock, and he realizes Kirishima is laying under him and letting his cock be fucked into his mouth with just enough grip to be too much, but not nearly enough to bring him near the edge.

Bakugou rests his arms around Todoroki’s waist for some form of stability as he’s used from every direction, and he thinks he might lose his mind and he cries in overstimulation. 

At some point, his mind begins to feel like cotton and he goes into autopilot, throat completely relaxing and ass clenching around each pass as the perfect little cock sleeve even as he claws at Todoroki’s back.

Eventually, he cums into Kirishima’s mouth, making the redhead moan before he’s being dragged out by Midoriya who pulls him up into a sloppy kiss, licking into his sharped toothed mouth to get a taste of his childhood friend.

“Fuuuck~” Midoriya groans, lighting pattern around his body growing unnoticeably brighter as he slips into 2% and Bakugou’s fucked out noises turn into sobs of pleasure. 

The added stimulation is what has Todoroki cumming hard down Bakugou’s throat minutes later, and he groans in a mixture of arousal and over sensitivity as the blonde swallows it all with a moan. He rests, slummed against the chair for a moment to catch his breath before he carefully attempts to remove Bakugou from his softening length, only to be met with protests. He’s confused by this until he looks down and sees the unfocused look in the tear-filled eyes staring up at him and realizes the blonde might be in subspace. 

‘Oh.’ Todoroki thinks as he pets through blonde locks instead. “Do you want to cock warm until they’re done?” He whispers.

It takes Bakugou a moment and Todoroki opens his mouth to repeat the question, but before he does he gets a small happy hum between his other desperate noises and bobs his head in a nod.

Todoroki winces at the continued stimulation, but damn him if he isn’t weak for a happy sub. “Okay, you can stay.” He hums, continuing to pet the blonde’s hair. 

Bakugou eventually gives another happy hum when Todoroki’s words finally process before letting his throat relax once more as the greenette continues to use his ass. 

“I think he went under,” Todoroki informs the other two who were still fiercely making out while Midoriya pounded into the blonde.

Kirishima perks at this, pulling away from Midobro to crawl over and see Kat’s fucked out and relaxed face. “Aw, baby.” Kirishima smiles, doing his best to kiss the blonde’s forehead with Todoroki’s stomach acting as an obstacle. “Yeah, he’s going to need a lot of cuddles.”

“KaA-Kacchan’s under?” Midoriya pants, nearing the edge.

“He whined when I tried to take him off my cock. Is he usually like this?” 

“Yeah, he’ll probably want plugged until he comes back if that’s okay with you?” Kirishima smiles fondly, carding his fingers through the side of Bakugou’s hair.

“Plugged?” Midoriya squeaks before groaning. “Shit! AAAaaaH~!” He all but roars as he buries himself to the hilt and cums hard inside his rival. 

Kirishima takes that as a yes, going to the closet and coming back barely a minute later with a sizeable plug, lubing it up. “I’ll take that as a yes?”

“Ye-yeah.” Midoriya pants. 

“Do you want plugged, baby?” Kirishima coos to Bakugou. 

It takes a moment for the question to process but the blonde whines, nodding as best he can with cock in his mouth.

Kirishima chuckles, shuffling behind him as Midoriya pulls out, slipping the lubed-up plug in the sloppy hole before much can escape. “There you go, baby.”

Bakugou whines, wiggling his ass a little and realizing it’s the one with the long, fluffy tail he can cuddle and play with and he hums happily.

Todoroki hisses again before looking to Kirishima for help. “Can I take him off now?” 

There’s another whine, but Kirishima nods. “I’m honestly surprised he even wanted to do that since he hates being gagged in any way. Probably best to not still be in his throat when he starts coming to though.”

“The slime incident?” Midoriya asks from where he’s collapsed on the pillows, catching his breath.

“Yup.” Kirishima nods.

Todoroki looks confused for only a second before he remembers a note in the book from bondage and his eyes widen in internal panic that he may have messed up somehow.

Izuku notices immediately by the way the heterochromatic boy stiffens. “I heard you give him and out and he chose to do that. Kirishima probably just means it’s best not to be like that when he’s still kind of out of it in case it triggers something. If you still feel bad you can apologize when he comes back to himself, but you freaking out will only make it worse for him.”

Kirishima frowns before understanding. “Oh! Yeah, Todobro. I was just referring to the weird between states. He should be totally okay, but if it will make you feel better to apologize, I’m sure he’ll appreciate that extra respect for his boundaries. Even out of it, you wouldn’t have been able to make him do anything he didn’t want to. We’d be treating burn injuries right now if you tried.”

Their reassurance did help him at least not panic, but he was still frowning. “I-...I think I’ll do that. I would like my friend to trust me.”

“Whatever works for you.” Kirishima grins. “But he also wouldn’t have invited near the bed if he didn’t have some level of trust for you already so I’m sure you’re fine.”

Todoroki nods before petting blonde locks until the stubborn suction around his cock releases and he can pull the blonde off of him.

Bakugou whines but quickly curls up in Kirishima’s lap when pulled into a hug. 

Todoroki and Midoriya look at each other, trying to figure out what to do before seeming to reach a conclusion as Midoriya takes off his shirt and Todoroki melts some ice to make the shirt into a sort of damp washcloth. They hand it to Kirishima who blinks in awe before giving the other two a big grin. 

“Well, that’s handy.” He chuckles, beginning to wipe Bakugou down some so he’s not grossed out and annoyed when he comes back down. 

“Clean up is so freaking easy when your boyfriend can just make water.” Midoriya laughs. “Do you want me to just pick him up and carry him to to the bath?”

“Not yet.” Kirishima shakes his head. “He’s just gonna want cuddles right now… Todoroki if you want to bring your warm side over here and just talk about anything, I know he said your voice was soothing.”

Todoroki hesitates, still feeling guilty, but decides to trust the blonde’s boyfriend and does as he’s told, helping Kirishima rearrange them so Bakugou can be curled into the human heater, the warm hand resting on what is sure to be a sore back later.

Eventually, Midoriya slinks over as well and they form a little cuddle pile around the blonde, whispering, and cooing to get happy noises out of him. After about half an hour, clarity begins to return to red eyes, and the blonde yawns.

“Wha habend? (What happened?)” Bakugou slurs, rubbing his eyes sleepily.

“You dipped into subspace, baby.” Kirishima whispers, still petting blonde locks. “Feel better?”

“Mhmm.” Bakugou hums, curling further into the muscled space heater next to him. “Thang you.” 

“Any time, baby.” Kirishima kisses his cheek.

“Should I now?” Todoroki whispers awkwardly.

“If you want?” Kirishima nods.

The dual-haired boy nods. “Bakugou?”

“Mhmm?”

“Sorry about the cockwarming thing. I know your book said you don’t like gagged and you were out of it, and I know you did it ourself, but-”

“You’ve been dating Deku too long.” Bakugou cuts him off yawning. “Stop rambling. It’ okay. You gave me the option not to, and I chose to...Thank you though, but stop panicking.”

Todoroki blinks, ignoring Izuku’s offended huff but gives a small smile. “If you’re sure.”

“Positive. Now shush. More human heating pad.”

“Is that all I am to people?” 

“Yup.” Bakugou and Izuku quip in unison, Izuku bursting out laughing as his boyfriend pouts. 

“Brats. The both of you.” Kirishima laughs, kissing his boyfriend again before kicking the soiled blanket away and pulling away long enough to reach under the bed for a clean one. “Come on, I don’t think he’s going to stay awake long enough to clean him right now. Naptime.”

With that, they all arranged themselves so Bakugou had contact with everyone and drifted to sleep, all thoroughly fucked out, but more than willing to try that again.

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Get A Life! (Johnny Knoxville x Bam Margera’s Sister! Reader) [Smut]

Thank you to the anon who requested this! The one where the reader is Bam’s sister who hooks up with Steve-O will probably be after this one and I’ll try to make that one way different than this one despite having a similar concept. This takes place sometime around 2002, when the first movie was being filmed.

Description: You’re Bam’s sister, and you end up hooking up with Johnny Knoxville one night after finally meeting everyone in the Jackass crew. Bam finds out and gets pissed off right away, but you quickly call him out for being a dick.

Warnings: Cursing, Smut, Hooking Up/One Night Stand, Bam being a dick

Note: I’m a little tired out of writing Johnny smut, so the smut here is a little short. There’s a lot more emphasis on plot here than on the sex.

“You know, Bam, you’d think that you would have introduced me to your friends by now, seeing as how you’ve been filming a hit TV show with them for five fucking years now.” You leaned your head back against the headrest of your car seat and stared at your brother, who was currently driving down the highway going at least twenty miles over the speed limit. Bam rolled his eyes and kept his gaze on the road, clearly not understanding what the big deal was. “The show ended two years ago, dumbass. And anyway, why would I want to introduce my friends to my sister? What are they gonna get out of meeting your lame ass anyway?” You flipped him off. “Screw you, dick. You’re literally filming a movie with them right now, don’t act like you haven’t seen them since the show ended. And why wouldn’t you introduce me to them?? They’ve met Jess and our parents, why shouldn’t they meet me too?” Bam shook his head. “Jess is cool, and Ape and Phil are fun to pick on. You’re just my annoying little sister.”

You scoffed, turning to stare out the window. “We’re barely a year apart, dipshit, you act like I’m twelve.” The two of you were currently heading to the set of the movie that Bam and the Jackass crew were in the middle of filming. Bam had been working with all of them for several years at this point, and yet he’d never once introduced you to any of them, which was why you’d finally bugged him into letting you tag along for the day. You could never understand why he was so insistent on you not meeting any of them, especially since he didn’t seem to have an issue with you knowing any of his CKY friends—then again, he’d known all of them for years, so you’d basically grown up with all of them. The Jackass boys were total strangers. “I don’t know why you’re so worried about me meeting them. It’s not like they’re too cool to meet me, you’ve always described them like they’re total losers. You said Dave shits himself, and Ehren gets picked on all the time, and Steve-O does nasty stuff just for dares. The only one who sounds even remotely cool is Johnny, and you barely talk about him.”

Bam looked out the car window and mumbled to himself. “Johnny’s the one I’m worried about.” You stared at him. “Huh?” Bam shook his head and looked back at the road again. “I didn’t say anything, fuckface. Listen, they’re not the most cool guys in the world, but they’re still my friends, and I don’t need you to be embarrassing in front of them. Don’t ask them stupid questions, don’t try to get autographs for your dumb friends, and don’t try to hook up with any of them.” You rolled your eyes. “I wasn’t planning on doing any of that, but if I want to then I will. I’m an adult, Bam, you’re not the boss of me.” Bam made a face, but didn’t reply, and you looked out the window again. Not once had he ever felt the need to tell you to act cool in front of his CKY friends or to tell you not to hook up with any of them, so his insistence on doing so for his Jackass friends only confused you. He acted like you were an annoying little girl and not a grown woman, like he was your parent instead of just your slightly older brother.

Bam pulled his car into the parking lot of the filming site and grumpily unbuckled his seat belt, getting out and slamming the door. You followed his lead, shaking your head at his toddler-like behavior and adjusting your outfit as he led you into the building. The two of you wandered around for a moment as Bam looked for the guys, and then you heard the sound of laughter from one of the rooms and sure enough, a large group of men were standing around one of the rooms, drinking beer and talking about god knows what. Bam grinned and pushed you inside, closing the door behind him. “Guys! Look who I brought.” All of the men stared at you, and you shuffled around awkwardly as you waited for a reaction. After a moment, a man wearing sunglasses and floppy converse shoes, who you immediately identified as Johnny Knoxville, tipped his beer at you and smiled. “You must be the famous Margera sister we’ve heard so much about!” You laughed. “That would be me! I’m sure Bam’s said some lovely things.” Johnny laughed. “No comment.”

He reached out to shake your hand, and you eagerly returned it. “I’ll say this, he certainly left out a few details about you.” You grimaced. “Did he? I’m sure I can guess which ones.” Johnny grinned at you. “Yeah, from the way he talked about you, I assumed you were at least ten years younger and at least five times less attractive, so imagine how surprised I am that you’re actually a super cute adult woman.” You looked away, trying to hide how flustered you were, and Bam made an annoyed sound from behind you. “Don’t inflate her ego, Knoxville, she’s already a spoiled brat. Stop bothering Johnny and say hi to everyone else, (Y/n).” You considered pointing out that Johnny was the one who spoke to you first, but you decided against it. Bam was impossible to argue with. You introduced yourself to everyone else, which was easy enough considering how recognizable all of their faces were. Steve-O, Chris Pontius, Dave England, Danger Ehren, Wee Man, and Preston Lacy, all men you’d seen so many times on TV before. Ryan, who you’d already known for years, merely nodded at you from the corner of the room. “Hey, (Y/n).”

You smiled. “Hey, Dunn.” The rest of the guys seemed incredibly friendly, and you were quickly accepted into their little group as if you’d always been there, everyone taking turns asking you questions about what it was like growing up with Bam. They were all nice, but you quickly found yourself being drawn to Johnny the most. He was incredibly funny and sweet, and also the hottest man you’d ever met in your entire life. Throughout the conversation, the two of you seemed to make eye contact every few minutes, and you could tell he really wanted to talk to you without having all of the other guys around. Eventually, everyone decided it was time to head outside and start filming, and they slowly poured out of the room towards the lot. You started to follow them, but Bam grabbed your arm and gave you a look. “No chance are you coming out there with us.” Your mouth fell open in protest. “What? Why did you even invite me if I can’t come outside and watch you guys?” Johnny, who had lingered by the door when everyone left, chimed in to defend you.

“Let her come out and watch, Bam, she’s not gonna hurt anything. She can handle it, can’t you (Y/n)?” You smiled, and Bam rolled his eyes and released your arm. “Fine, just don’t be fucking annoying.” He looked between you and Johnny with an unreadable expression and then slowly walked out. You watched him go, wondering what his problem was, and then turned to Johnny. “Thanks for that, he’s such an asshole sometimes for no reason. I literally haven’t done anything and yet he acts like I’m gonna burn the set down on accident.” Johnny laughed. “Aw, I think he’s just protective of you, even if he tries to act like he isn’t.” You shrugged. “Maybe. He’s such a dick about it, though. Earlier he told me I’m not allowed to hook up with any of you guys, as if that’s up to him. I hadn’t even said anything about trying to do that, so I don’t know why he brought it up in the first place.” Johnny glanced towards the door to make sure no one was there, and then he took his sunglasses off and looked at you, wiping them on his shirt to seem casual.

“Are you gonna try and do that? Hook up with any of us, I mean.” You stared at him for a second, slowly realizing what he was implying, and then your face lit up. “Oh, I mean…I might, if someone happens to ask me.” You looked up at him and smiled, hoping your intentions were clear, and a massive grin spread across his face, his shoulders relaxing as he realized you were on the same page. “Is that so? Well, I have a very strong feeling that someone is going to ask you, so try and keep your plans open for tonight. Oh! That reminds me, we’re all going to hang out at this one bar in town later, you should come with us.” You tilted your head in thought. “Hmm, that sounds fun. I don’t know if Bam would want me to tag along, though, he seems pretty annoyed with me already.” Johnny patted you on the back, walking with you towards the door. “Bam’s not in charge, sugar, you can come whether he likes it or not.” You smiled. “Yeah, that’s true. Alright, I’ll go then!” Johnny grinned and clapped his hands together. “Great! Come on sugar, let’s go on outside.”

You spent the rest of the afternoon watching the Jackass guys film stunts for the movie. The guys were all exactly as Bam had described them to you; Dave could shit on command, Ehren seemed to get picked for the worst tasks, Preston got made fun of a lot, Chris was sweet and fun loving, and Johnny was cool as fuck. The rest of the guys were all nice to you, and you tried your best to pay attention throughout the various stunts, but you found yourself staring at Johnny for nearly the entire day. He’d taken his shirt off because of the heat, and was walking around in nothing but his tight jeans and sunglasses, his body slightly shiny with sweat. You’d been instructed to stay at least a few hundred feet back so you didn’t get hurt, and every now and then, Johnny would glance back at you and flash you a grin or a wink. Bam had noticed the flirty behavior by this point, and he purposefully tried to stand in a spot that would block you and Johnny from making eye contact. You rolled your eyes at his immature behavior.

When the sun started to set, everyone started packing up to leave, and Johnny motioned you over. “We’re gonna head to that bar now if you still wanna come, sugar.” Bam shook his head. “She’s not going.” You frowned. “You don’t make the rules, Bam, I’ll go if I want to. And I do want to go, Johnny.” Bam challengingly crossed his arms and stared back at you. “I don’t think so, (Y/n). I’m your ride, and I’m not going, so you’re not going either.” Your shoulders slumped, and you turned to give Johnny a disappointed look. “Guess that’s not happening.” Johnny laughed. “Don’t be so sure about that. My car has more than one seat, sugar, I can just give you a ride to the bar.” Your face lit up. “Really? Holy shit, that would be so awesome, thank you!” Bam looked pissed, but he knew there was nothing he could say to stop you from going with Johnny, so he simply stormed off to get in his Lamborghini. You shook your head as you watched him go. “What a fucking dick.”

Johnny led you to his car, turning back to tell the rest of the guys he’d see them at the bar in a few minutes. “Like I said, I’m sure he’s just protecting you. Probably just wants to make sure you get home safely tonight. Don’t worry, I’ll drive you home as soon as you’re ready to leave, alright?” You nodded, smiling. “Thanks, Johnny.” As he drove you to the bar, he made small talk with you, mostly about you and Bam’s childhoods. “So you’ve known Ryan for a pretty long time then, right? And Dico and Raab Himself and Novak and Rake?” You nodded, smiling as you thought about how long you’d known them. “Yeah, I mean, me and Bam are so close in age that I pretty much got to tag along with him and his friends any time they went somewhere. I’ve known them for as long as Bam’s known them.” Johnny raised his eyebrows. “That’s what I figured, but I’m kinda curious to know—why aren’t you in any of the CKY videos if you hung out with them so much?”

You frowned, leaning back in your seat as you sighed. “Bam.” Johnny winced sympathetically. “He wouldn’t let you be in any of them?” You nodded. “Actually, I was there for a lot of the stunts and pranks and shit that they filmed, but Bam always edited me out of all the clips and wouldn’t let me do anything. I had to stand off to the side and watch. Dico even asked Bam to let me be in the videos a little bit cuz he thinks I’m funny, but Bam doesn’t agree. But at least he let me hang around them, I guess. With you guys he’s never even suggested letting me meet any of you. I had to literally beg him to let me come with him to set today, and he only agreed cuz I’m staying at his house for the weekend and he doesn’t wanna leave me there while he goes to work cuz he thinks I’ll mess with his stuff.” Johnny grimaced. “Yeah, I wondered why we’d never met you until now. Seemed odd that he’d let us meet his brother and his parents but not you.” You nodded, eyes widening. “I know, right!”

Johnny pulled into the parking lot of the bar, the rest of the guys pulling in around the same time, and you shook your head as you got out of the car. “I haven’t seen him act as immature as he did today since that time he thought Dico and I had a crush on each other.” Johnny chuckled. “Aw, did you?” You playfully rolled your eyes and followed him to the door of the bar. “Nah, Dico’s too weird to date. Bam just saw us laughing and talking to each other during a house party and for some reason he immediately assumed we were gonna jump each others bones or something. You should have seen him that night, I thought he was gonna rip Dico’s head off.” Johnny opened the door for you, and the two of you walked inside to sit at a table with the rest of the guys. “Damn, was he that mad?” You nodded. “Yeah, he was pretty pissed. Told Dico to keep his dirty paws off of me and then made me go home, it was incredibly embarrassing.” Johnny tried to hide his laugh, and you shot him a look. “Is my pain funny to you, Knoxville?” He grinned. “Just a little bit, sugar.”

You sat down between Johnny and Chris Pontius, watching in amazement as Steve-O drank a shot without using his hands; Chris ordered a bunch of plates of appetizers for the table, and everyone started talking about what the plans were for the next day of filming. After a moment, the focus shifted to you, and suddenly everyone was staring at you just as they had earlier. Dave spoke first. “So, now that Bam’s gone…tell us all the shit you have on him, (Y/n).” You snorted with laughter. “Shit? I hate to break it to you, but Bam’s pretty open about his issues. Trust me, there’s nothing about him that you don’t already know. Not a whole lot of depth there.” Ryan took a sip from his beer and smirked. “About time he introduced you to the group.” You nodded. “Yeah, I know, he really took his time letting me meet his friends.” Ryan shrugged. “Maybe he thought everyone would like you better and we’d all kick him out and replace him with you for the movie.” You laughed. “Maybe. I wouldn’t mind that, honestly.”

Chris nearly choked on his drink from laughing, and Dave cracked a joke about how they needed Bam because without him there wouldn’t be anyone to whine about stuff the way he did. You smiled. “Yeah, Bam’s always been a little whiny. I remember one time where I woke him up with an airhorn to get back at him for dumping the liquid out of my perfume bottle and replacing it with his piss. You would have thought I killed someone in front of him, he loves pranking people but can’t handle it when they retaliate.” Chris made a face and spit the sip of beer he’d just taken back into the bottle. “He replaced your perfume with piss? He’s lucky all you did was use an airhorn on him, I would have pissed on his face while he was asleep or something.” You shook your head. “He would have flipped his shit. I would have woken up the next morning with my hair completely chopped off and a mustache tattooed on my face.” Ehren started going off on a tangent about a time where someone had shaved off some of his hair when he was turned around, and you took the opportunity to start up another conversation with Johnny.

“How’s your beer? You’re not ready to go home yet, are you?” Johnny grinned and shook his head as he sipped from his beer bottle. “Nah, not yet. Are you?” You shook your head. “No way. I’m sure Bam’s sitting at his house right now waiting for me to come home so he can yell at me for going with you guys.” Johnny gave you a sympathetic look and offered you his beer. “Well in that case, I guess we better keep you away from home as long as possible.” You nodded. “Definitely. If you want to go anywhere else after this, I’m totally down.” Johnny thought about it, pushing his sunglasses up onto the top of his head. “We could always go back to my place and order a pizza, I’ve got some good movies on DVD.” You smiled. “That sounds fun. I don’t wanna hurt the other guys feelings by just ditching them, though.” Johnny shrugged. “They’re too drunk to care, believe me. Preston and Dave are probably gonna start arm wrestling here in a minute, so I say we get out now before that happens.” He stood up, and you followed his lead, picking up your purse.

You said goodbye to the other guys, who were definitely too out of it to fully comprehend that you and Johnny were leaving together—all of them except Ryan, who gave you a suggestive look and a thumbs up. You playfully rolled your eyes and followed Johnny out the door to his car, immediately turning the radio on when you got in. “Man, this station sucks. You got any CDs?” He leaned over and tapped the glove box as he backed out of the parking lot. “I’ve got some really good ones in here.” You shuffled through them, selecting a Ramones album and popping it into the CD player, and Johnny smiled. “Good choice.” He turned it up, and the two of you sat in comfortable silence for most of the drive as the album played. After about twenty minutes, Johnny turned it down just a little bit to talk to you. “Should we tell Bam you’re going to my house for a little bit?” You shook your head, making face. “He’s not my babysitter, he’ll be fine. I’ll tell him after you drop me off at home tonight.”

Johnny nodded, pulling into the driveway of his house. The two of you walked up to his front door, and he opened it for you, gesturing inside with a goofy grin on his face. “Nice place! I was kind of expecting you to have one of those overkill rich people mansions with obnoxious fountains in the driveway, but this is pretty normal.” Johnny chuckled, tossing his keys aside and taking off his coat. “Glad you like it. I’d rather not blow all my Jackass money on a fountain for the driveway, but maybe you can get me one as a birthday gift.” You laughed, setting your stuff down and sitting down on the couch. “Yeah, right, totally. Maybe I’ll get you a solid gold toilet seat, too.” Johnny grinned and flopped down beside you, reaching over to grab the TV remote and lazily flipping through the channels on the TV. “How generous of you, sugar.” He leaned over, picking up a stack of DVDs from the coffee table. “I’ve got a few good movies, pick whichever one you want.”

You glanced at them, not particularly interested in picking a good movie (you were more interested in seeing if Johnny was gonna make a move on you), so you pointed at the first one that looked decent. Luckily, Johnny seemed pleased with your pick, and he popped it into the DVD player and sat back down beside you, keeping a little space between the two of you so as to not seem too eager. You were able to pay attention for a little bit, but eventually you found yourself looking over at Johnny every few seconds, just to stare at his face. He was concentrated on the movie, his lips slightly parted and his head tilted back against the couch. He glanced over at you, raising his eyebrows when he realized you weren’t paying attention to the movie. “Not in much of a movie mood, are you?” You smiled apologetically. “Sorry, I’m not trying to distract you from the movie.” Johnny laughed. “Don’t apologize, you’re way more interesting than a movie. Here, we can just talk for a while and maybe I’ll order a pizza.”

He muted the TV and moved a little closer to you, leaning his head against his fist and smiling at you. “So, do you actually watch Jackass? Or is it uncool cuz your brother’s in it? I don’t know how I’d feel if my brother was on a famous TV show.” You smiled. “I’ve seen it. Bam’s a dick, but the rest of the CKY guys are cool and I knew they were in most of the episodes, so I watched it. Also Bam wouldn’t shut up about how cool you and the others were, so I figured I’d see if that was true or not.” Johnny raised an eyebrow. “Was it?” You grinned. “For a few of you.” Johnny leaned closer, a smirk playing on his lips. “Anyone in particular?” You didn’t respond, your eyes locked on his lips; there was barely a couple inches of space between the two of you at this point, and you closed the gap, pressing your lips against his in a gentle kiss that quickly turned into a rougher, more passionate kiss as he pulled you into his lap.

You threw your arms around his neck, pulling him as close to you as he could get as his hands grabbed hungrily at your ass and thighs. When he pulled away for air, you leaned your forehead against his, breathing heavily as you thought over what you were about to do. “You meant what you said earlier, right? You might hook up with one of us if someone asks you to?” You nodded eagerly, rubbing your hands up his back reassuringly. “Absolutely.” Johnny smiled, leaning forward again. “In that case, let me be the one to ask. Will you hook up with me tonight, (Y/n)?” You rolled your eyes playfully and cupped his face. “Of course I will, Johnny.” You smashed your lips against his again, grabbing handfuls of his shirt to steady yourself as you pressed yourself up against him. You could feel his cock starting to harden in his tight jeans, and you gently rubbed your knee against his crotch, smiling against his lips when you heard him stifle a moan.

You fumbled around for the button of his jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping them and then pulling away from the kiss long enough to help him pull them halfway down his long, lanky legs. You grabbed at his bulge through his boxers, feeling his hips move up slightly at the contact, and you smiled. “Let’s get these off.” You gently pulled his boxers down, his cock springing up hard and red against his flat tummy. It wasn’t incredibly long or anything like that, but it had a nice girth and was nice to look at; you ran your thumb over his slit, and he groaned softly, gently pushing your hand away as he leaned in to kiss you again. “Don’t focus too much on it yet, sugar, I don’t wanna cum before I get to feel your tight, wet little pussy around my cock.” He helped you pull your jeans and your panties off, pulling you into his lap again and keeping his left hand steady on the small of your back as his right hand gently teased your entrance with the tip of his middle finger.

He pushed his finger inside you, rubbing circles over your clit, and you moaned softly. “Come on, Johnny, fuck me already.” He clicked his tongue in fake disappointment. “So demanding, jeez. Come here, princess, let’s get that shirt off before I do anything else.” He helped you pull your shirt and bra off, gently squeezing your breasts and rubbing his fingers over your nipples, and then he motioned for you to move closer, holding his cock steady with his hand wrapped around the base as he pressed his other hand against the small of your back, helping lower yourself onto his cock. The tip of his cock pressed against your entrance, and you rubbed your pussy against it teasingly, trying to goad him into fucking you faster. It worked; Johnny grabbed your hips and slowly pushed you down on his cock, groaning softly as you sank down on his shaft. He grabbed at your ass and thighs again, and you tangled your fingers in his hair, pulling him down to kiss you.

He roughly kissed back, pulling you up on his cock by your hips again and then quickly pushing you back down on it. You clenched up around him, fingernails scratching lightly down his back as the tip of his cock pressed against your g-spot. Johnny pressed his face into the curve of your neck, kissing the underside of your jaw as he thrust his hips against yours. “You feel so fucking good around my cock, sweetie, keep tightening up like that and I’m gonna cum soon.” He moved his left hand down to finger you, rubbing circles over your clit again in order to get you closer to orgasm. You moaned softly at the contact, throwing your head back as you continued sliding off and on his cock. “Fuck, Johnny, I’m close.” He nodded, leaning his face against your neck again and gently biting down. “Cum for me, sugar, I wanna feel you cumming all over my cock.” He rubbed against your g-spot one more time, and you came, digging your nails into his back as you rode out your orgasm. Johnny came right after, pulling you flush up against his body as he shot his load inside you, kissing the nape of your neck.

The two of you laid there for a moment on the couch, Johnny gently cupping the back of your head and stroking your hair as you laid your head on his chest. The sounds of his soft breathing were enough to make your eyelids droop from exhaustion, and Johnny rubbed your back with his free hand. “Tired?” You nodded. “Me too. I can still drive you back to Bam’s house for the night, if you want.” You laughed tiredly. “Talk about a pump and dump.” A panicked look spread across his face, and he looked down at you. “I wasn’t trying to get you out of the house, if anything I’d rather you sleep here for the night, I just didn’t want you to think I was forcing you to stay here–” You pressed your finger against his lips to shush him. “I was joking, baby, I know you didn’t mean anything by it. I’d rather not go home tonight, Bam will interrogate me for hours and I’m too tired to deal with that right now. I’ll sleep on the couch if you want me to.” Johnny scoffed. “The couch? What kind of dirtbag do you think I am?”

He gently pulled you off of him and got off the couch, walking off to the bathroom to get a towel. When he came back, he helped clean you off, and then he scooped you up in his arms, laughing at your shocked look. “My clothes are still on your living room floor, Johnny.” Johnny shrugged. “You can get them tomorrow. I’ve got some boxers and a t shirt you can wear for the night, unless you’d like to sleep naked. I won’t complain either way.” He walked into his bedroom, using his elbow to close the door behind him and then carefully setting you down on his bed. You crawled under the covers, settling in and smiling when he lifted up the comforter and laid down beside you. He immediately pulled you into his arms, cuddling you against him to feel your body heat, and you laid your head on his chest. “This was nice.” Johnny kissed your forehead. “It was. Bam’s a selfish bastard for not introducing us to you sooner.” You grimaced. “He won’t be happy.”

Johnny looked at you. “About what?” You shot him a look, gesturing to the fact that the two of you were naked and cuddling. “This. Even if we don’t tell him we fucked, the fact that I’m staying the night will tick him off.” You gasped. “Oh shit, we should probably tell him I’m here so he doesn’t think something happened.” Johnny nodded, looking slightly worried. “That’s a good idea, hold on.” He got up, walking out the bedroom door to presumably go downstairs. He came back about five minutes later, looking much more worried but also a little amused. “Bam’s a little pissed.” You sat up. “You didn’t tell him we fucked, did you?” Johnny laughed, shaking his head. “No, sugar, I care about my safety too much to risk telling him that, he’d kill me. I just told him we stayed out late and you’re staying here for the night. I told him I took the couch and you’re in my bed for the night. He’s mad that we stayed out late, but he doesn’t seem suspicious.”

You nodded, relaxing against the pillows. “Yeah, he’s like that. I’m sure I’ll get an earful tomorrow about how irresponsible I am, but at least he’s not threatening to come down here and get me or anything like that.” Johnny crawled back into bed, pulling you into his arms again, and you felt your eyelids grow heavy again. “Man, I’m sleepy.” Johnny yawned. “Same here, sugar. Your pussy’s so good it practically knocked me out.” You rolled your eyes, smiling. “Weirdo.” He kissed the top of your head again, and you closed your eyes. “Night, Johnny.” He turned his lamp off. “Night, (Y/n).” You fell asleep; it was just about the best sleep of your life, and when you woke up the next morning, Johnny was still holding you against his chest, a peaceful look on his face as he slept. You watched him sleep, feeling a sense of warmth in your chest. He sure was pretty, one night stand or not. You laid there for another moment, soaking in the moment, and then his eyes fluttered open, and he smiled at you. “Morning, sugar.”

His morning voice was a little deeper than usual, and it made you swoon internally. “Morning.” He leaned over to kiss you, and then you both sat up. He looked slightly disappointed. “I guess I’ll have to take you back to Bam’s house now.” You sighed and pushed the covers back, shivering as the cold air hit your naked body. “Yeah, I guess so. Man, it was nice to not have to hear him bitch and moan and complain for a bit.” You leaned against Johnny’s shoulder, and he rubbed your back, resting his cheek against the top of your head. “Promise you’ll call me even after you leave? It doesn’t have to be often, just enough that we keep in touch. And you’ll tell me if you move down here?” You were a little surprised that he actually wanted to keep in touch, but you nodded happily. “Of course I will, you’re the coolest guy I’ve ever met.” He smiled at the compliment, and then he begrudgingly pulled himself up out of the bed.

“Let me get some clothes on and we’ll head back down.” He lazily threw on a t shirt and some jeans and then slipped on his tennis shoes and helped you up from the bed, grinning at your bare breasts. You rolled your eyes, trying to hide your smile. “Don’t make it so obvious that you’re staring.” Johnny fished around in his closet and pulled out a comfortable looking t shirt with the Ramones logo on it and a pair of clean boxers, handing them to you. “Here, you can keep these so you don’t have to wear your shirt and panties from yesterday.” You smiled appreciatively. “Wow, really? Thank you, Johnny, that’s so sweet.” You threw the shirt on, figuring you’d skip the bra, and stepped into the boxers, and then you followed him downstairs, putting on your jeans from the day before and scooping up your shirt and bra. You followed Johnny out to his car, grinning when he dramatically opened the car door for you like a chauffeur, and immediately turned on the radio.

The Ramones CD from the previous night was still playing, and you smiled. As he drove you home, Johnny asked you more questions, mainly about what Bam was like as a kid. “So when did he start beating Phil up for fun?” You shook your head in disapproval. “He’s so fucking mean to our dad for no reason, and it honestly kinda started out of nowhere. He’s got this weird vendetta against fat people, so of course that’s his excuse for it. I’d like to punch his teeth in one good time to teach him a lesson, but our mom says I need to be the bigger person and ignore him.” Johnny laughed. “Good old Ape. You seem pretty close with your parents, they both talk about you a lot whenever I see them. They’re very proud of you.” You smiled, looking out the window. “Good to hear I’m not the disappointment of the family.” Johnny raised his eyebrows, grinning as he leaned his head back against the seat. “Beautiful, funny, smart, good taste in music…how could you ever be the disappointment of any family?”

You laughed. “Aw, shut up. You know, I’m starting to think you’re actually being genuine and not just saying nice things to get into my pants. I mean, you already got into my pants, so I guess there’d be no reason for you to keep being nice if that was the goal.” Johnny looked at you seriously. “If I just wanted to get into your pants, you wouldn’t be wearing that Ramones shirt. That’s my favorite shirt, so me giving it to you is a big deal.” You looked down at the shirt, pinching the soft material between your fingers and smiling. “I’ll remember that.” As you neared Bam’s house, you felt a pit of nervousness in your stomach. You knew Bam would want to know why you ended up sleeping at Johnny’s house. Johnny telling him that you stayed out late wouldn’t be enough of an explanation for him. He’d want details. “Would you be mad if he found out?” Johnny looked over at you. “That we slept together? No, but I don’t want him to get mad at you because of it.”

You pursed your lips and stared up at the ceiling of the car. “I’m sure he will, but I don’t know what else to do. I spent the night at your house. You’re hot, he knows I think you’re hot, and he saw us flirting yesterday. I think he’ll figure it out pretty quick, especially since I’m wearing one of your shirts and a pair of your underwear now.” Johnny winced. “I didn’t even think about that, I’m sorry.” You smiled. “Don’t apologize, it’s not your fault Bam’s an overprotective dick. I just don’t know how much longer I can deal with all of his mean overprotective bullshit before I snap.” Johnny pulled into the driveway of the place Bam had been staying at throughout filming, and you immediately noticed Bam standing on the porch with his arms crossed, looking more pissed off than usual. You groaned. “Great, he’s been waiting for me like an angry mom waiting for her teenager to get home from a fucking party.”

Johnny got out of the car, grinning at Bam like he had no clue that Bam was mad. “Hey, Bam Bam! You should have come with us last night, it was a great time.” Bam didn’t respond, looking past Johnny to make eye contact with you through the windshield of Johnny’s car. “Get out of the car, (Y/n), we need to talk.” You rolled your eyes, slowly getting out of the car and making your way up the driveway towards Bam. “What’s your deal, Bam? Johnny called you last night and told you what was going on, there’s no reason for you to be so pissed off.” Bam shot you a look. “No reason? No fucking reason? What the fuck were you two doing that made you stay out so late last night?” You made a face. “Why do you need to know? We’re grown adults, Bam, we don’t need to tell you what we’re doing. We hung out at his house and watched a movie, okay? Why do you give a shit?” Bam shook his head, acting like you were an absolute moron for not understanding.

“Because you’re my fucking sister, (Y/n), and you’re staying in my house. Ape and Phil would fucking freak out on me if you went somewhere and didn’t tell me and something bad ended up happening. Hell, they’d probably freak out right now if they knew you stayed at fucking Johnny Knoxville’s house for an entire night after going to a bar.” He glanced down at the shirt you were wearing, and his eyes widened. “Are you wearing one of his shirts?” You flashed Johnny a nervous look, and he shrugged apologetically. “Yeah, so? He gave it to me so I wouldn’t have to wear my shirt from yesterday, it’s not a huge deal.” Bam didn’t respond; he was too busy staring Johnny down with the worst death glare you’d ever seen from him. “Knoxville, I swear to god, if you actually fucked my sister, I’m gonna–” You slapped him across the face, cutting him off before he could continue his supposed threat.

Bam stared at you, obviously shocked, but you were too angry to feel bad. “I am so fucking sick of this, Bam. I’m sick of you being a dick, and I’m sick of you bossing me around, and I am so, so sick of you trying to act like you get any say in my personal life. You got pissed off at Dico just for talking to me, you acted like it was a crime for me to want to meet the Jackass guys, and now you’re flipping out at me for spending the night with Johnny? What do you want me to say? Yes, Johnny and I hooked up. Yes, I’m wearing his shirt. Yes, I spent the night at his house. What are you gonna do now? Beat him up? Yell at me? Tell our parents on me so they can ground me? I’m a grown fucking woman, Bam, I’ll do whatever the hell I want. Do you want me to just never speak to you again? To just fly back to my house and never call you or come visit you again? If that’s your goal, then you’ve succeeded. I’ll fly home early. I’m not gonna sit here and get lectured by my fucking brother for something this ridiculous.”

You turned away from your stunned brother and grabbed Johnny’s hand, leading him along behind you as you stormed into Bam’s house and up to the room you’d been staying in. You threw your stuff down on the bed, still fuming, and looked up to see Johnny staring at you with a look of awe. “What?” He grinned. “Sugar, that was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” A small smile played at the corners of your lips, and you shrugged. “I can be pretty badass when I want to be.” He nodded, leaning over to kiss you on the forehead. “Yes, you certainly can. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone put Bam in his place like that before, he looked like he was gonna shit his pants.” You picked up your suitcase from the floor and plopped it onto the bed, picking up your clothes from the floor and stuffing them in the suitcase, and Johnny’s grin faded. “Are you really gonna leave early, sweetie?” You sighed, putting your head in your hands and shaking your head.

“I don’t know. I really don’t want to. I had a great time with you and the guys last night, I wanted to get a few more nights like that before I had to go back home. But I can’t stay here with Bam and listen to his bitching anymore. I’ve put up with him being a dick for way too long, I’m not gonna do it anymore.” Johnny nodded understandingly, helping you pack your stuff. “I get it. What if you didn’t have to stay with Bam?” You frowned, looking up at him. “I’m not gonna pay for a hotel room, Johnny, that’s just impractical.” Johnny laughed, patting you on the back. “I’m not talking about a hotel room, sugar, I’m talking about my place. You could come stay with me for the next few nights until it’s time for you to go home.” Your eyes widened, and you dropped the shirt you’d been holding. “Do you actually mean that?” Johnny nodded, pulling you in for a hug. “Of course I do. Last night was incredible. Not just the sex, I mean spending time with you and getting to fall asleep with you. I like being around you, sugar, you’re always welcome in my house.”

You buried your face in his neck, feeling an overwhelming sense of relief. “Johnny, that’s so fucking sweet, thank you so much. You have no idea how grateful I am.” The two of you stood there for a moment, appreciating the warmth of the hug, and then Johnny looked towards the doorway and stiffened. “Hey, Bam.” You instantly pulled away from Johnny and whipped around to face Bam, who was standing in the doorway, his left cheek still red from your slap. He didn’t look angry anymore, just slightly upset. “You’re gonna go stay with Johnny?” You crossed your arms defensively. “Better than here.” Johnny looked between the two of you, clearly not sure what to do, and he picked up your suitcase and nodded at you. “I’m gonna go put your stuff in my car, sugar, I’ll be back up in a minute.” You nodded once, eyes still on your brother, and Johnny quickly left.

“You don’t have to go stay with him.” You rolled your eyes. “I wouldn’t have to if you didn’t freak out on me, Bam. I can’t handle this overly protective bullshit from you anymore. I didn’t need it back in high school, and I certainly don’t need it now.” Bam stood there for a moment, uncharacteristically quiet, and then he spoke again. “I wasn’t trying to make you mad, (Y/n), I just freaked out because my little sister went to a bar and spent the night with one of my coworkers and I had no clue what the two of you did all night, that’s all.” You shook your head in disbelief. “Bam, that’s the issue right there. Why does it matter what me and Johnny did last night? You knew where I was, you knew I was safe, that should have been all that mattered. It’s not your job to know what I’m doing all the time.” Bam awkwardly scratched the back of his neck, stepping farther into the room. “I know, I know.”

“If you know, then why do you keep freaking out on me for not telling you what I’m doing? Why does it matter to you if I flirt with any of your guy friends? I don’t understand your obsession with keeping me from having any sort of interaction with your friends, you didn’t even want me to meet any of the Jackass guys until I literally begged you to. I guarantee you if Dico and Raab and Ryan hadn’t become friends with you until later on, you probably wouldn’t have let me talk to them, either. Hell, Dico’s just as much my friend as he is yours and you still got pissed at him just for talking to me at that party a few years ago.” Bam looked away guiltily. “I told Dico I was sorry about that.” You shot him a look. “That doesn’t change the fact that you still yelled at him! Bam, what happened for you to get so fucking protective of me? I don’t understand you, you treat me like shit but still expect me to tell you everything anyway.” Bam looked down at the floor, and you scoffed. “That’s what I thought.”

You started to go, but Bam stopped you. “Do you remember those guys we used to hang out with in high school? Not Dico and Raab and Dunn, the other ones?” You frowned, nodding. He was talking about a group of guys that you and him had briefly befriended for the first couple of years of high school, who Bam had suddenly stopped inviting over sometime in tenth grade. “They’re the reason I’m so protective.” You knit your eyebrows in confusion. “What the fuck do those guys have to do with anything?” Bam leaned back against the doorway, shaking his head. “There was one night where I was hanging out with them while you were gone, and one of them mentioned that he thought you were cute. The rest of them started talking about it too, and then one of them said that he’d fuck you if he could, and then he said a lot of really bad shit that I don’t even want to repeat. I kicked them all out right then and there. I guess after that, I just got kind of worried that the rest of the guys we were hanging out with felt the same way, and it made me nervous.”

You stared at him in silence, taking in what he’d just admitted to you. It had never occurred to you to ask Bam why those guys never seemed to come around anymore, and you never would have guessed that Bam had stood up to them on your behalf, or that it had anything to do with Bam being so protective. “Obviously Dico would never say or do anything like that, and I know that now, but at the time I wasn’t so sure, and I didn’t want to risk it, so I flipped out a little bit. And with the Jackass guys, it just seemed even more likely that something bad would happen. I mean, they’re all famous, they’re all fucking wild, it just seemed obvious that something was gonna happen. And I guess something did.” He glanced down at the shirt Johnny had given you again, and you softened up a little bit. “Bam…” Bam shook his head again. “Look, if you want to go stay with Johnny, it’s fine. I’m not gonna act like I didn’t do anything wrong, I just wanted you to know why.”

He started to go, and you grabbed his arm. “Bam.” He looked at you, and you sighed. “Thank you for standing up to those guys for me. I didn’t know you did that. And I’m sorry you felt like you had to be protective of me with your friends. But that doesn’t change the fact that you’ve gone a little too far with it. You can care about my well-being without getting pissed off at me and yelling at me and trying to control everything I do. You could have just told me all of this before, it would have made things a lot easier. I’d be a lot more willing to call you and tell you things if you were nice about it.” Bam nodded, looking down at the floor like a scolded child. “I know.” He looked like he was waiting for you to continue yelling, and you felt a little pity for him. He was a dick, but he seemed genuinely worried for your safety, more so than you had previously thought. After a moment, you leaned over and pulled him in for an impromptu hug, which he accepted with equal parts confusion and reluctance. “It’s okay, Bam.”

That was all you needed to say. He knew what you meant. You knew he wasn’t going to outright apologize for his behavior, but Bam had never apologized for anything in his life, so that was no shock. If anything, him saying “I know” was basically as close to an apology as you could get with Bam. You awkwardly patted him on the back and quickly pulled away—sibling hugs were the worst kind. “That was adorable.” Johnny grinned at you from the doorway, where he’d presumably been watching for the last few moments now. Bam rolled his eyes, face going red, and you laughed. “Shut up, Johnny, you’re embarrassing him. Go back to the car, I’ll be there in a minute.” Johnny nodded, walking away, and Bam looked at you in disappointment. “You’re still going with Johnny?” You nodded. “For a few nights, at least. I appreciate you telling me everything, Bam, but it doesn’t change the fact that you’ve still been flipping out on me for years now. I need some time to myself, okay? But I’ll see you tomorrow at the Jackass set, and I’ll call you tonight and let you know what Johnny and I are doing. Deal?”

Bam nodded. “Deal. Don’t hug me again.” You smirked. “Aw, don’t act like you didn’t appreciate the hug. You’re lucky our mom wasn’t here, she’d have a field day taking pictures of us hugging.” Bam laughed, shaking his head. “Ape and her stupid fucking Polaroid camera. I’ll let her know you’re with Johnny, she’ll freak out.” You grimaced. “In a good way or a bad way?” Bam raised his eyebrows. “A good way. She’s obsessed with Johnny, it’s actually kind of weird. Just a heads up, don’t be shocked if she calls you later to tell you about how cute you and Johnny’s kids would be.” Your eyes widened in horror. “Oh god, I’ve created a monster.” Bam laughed, walking you to the front door. “Listen, Bam, I’m glad we talked this out, but I need you to understand something. Your intentions may have been good here, but that doesn’t mean it was okay for you to freak out at me and Johnny. You need to learn to communicate without getting angry at people and yelling at them over stuff.”

Bam nodded apologetically. “Yeah, yeah, I know.” You raised your eyebrows. “I mean it, Bam. Not just with me, either. You’re a total dick to our parents sometimes. That needs to stop. They’re nice people, you don’t need to torment them constantly just for content. Be nicer to them.” Bam looked like he was gonna protest, and you shot him a look. “I’m serious, Bam. You prank people constantly and then get upset when you get a taste of your own medicine. You need to learn when you’ve crossed the line.” Bam didn’t respond, but you could tell he was listening, and that was enough for you. “You’re a good brother, Bam, and a decent guy, even if you act like a dick sometimes. I love you, okay? You’re an asshole and I hate your guts sometimes, but still. I do love you. Give Ape and Phil the number to Johnny’s house so they can call me, okay?” Bam nodded, and you started to leave, but then you stopped again. “Can I ask you something?” Bam looked up. “What?” You smirked. “Do you think Johnny and I would actually have cute kids?”

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[ashiemochi]

anubussy - xiii (iii) ♰ 

✠ Anubussy ↳ sorry, i don't want your touch ↳↳ it's not that i don't want you

➶ pairing: OC x Leon S(exy) Kennedy. ➶ genre: fluff, more angst, gore, longer smut/suggestive themes ➶ word count: no

NOTE: ✠ = time skip ✠✠ = switching povs/characters

AN: the 1000 block limit is ass. So, the contents are blood and the aftermath of that smut.

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He was delicate with her body. 

First, he started by removing her hand which was practically glued to his shoulder. Then, he went with her leg, gently lifting it up to set it on the mattress when he shuffled back a little to give her space. He muttered an apology when her breath hitched at his cum sticking to her inner thighs – but he wasn't truly sorry.

Leon let out a groan at the ache in his muscles, muffling his sound as he leaned up to reach for the duvet. He tugged it up and hovered it over their bare bodies. 

So Ah was quick to scoot closer so she was snuggled up into his chest. He draped the blanket over them as he lay down, carefully wrapping his arms around her to pull her close.

The much-awaited cuddle eased a sigh of satisfaction from both of them. His fingers trailed up and down her spine, tracing invisible but beautiful designs on her skin. Her head was tucked under his chin, both arms tucked in between them. She was really and utterly in need of him – yearning for a gentle touch.

After all, she was only human. She could only handle so much shit from the rich and pompous eyes of the government. 

His fingers trailed up to the rawest spot on her nape, questioning lowly, "Is it here?"

So Ah's breath hitched at having his gentle touch right where it hurt, and she could only nod.

His jaw clenched, and the tips of his fingers could vaguely shape out the chip embedded into her spinal cord. Something started to burn his veins but it was different from the one he felt before this. It made his blood boil and boil, pouring over like a chemistry class gone wrong.

All this time, he had faith in the wrong government-driven alliance.

“I’m gonna punch Chris the next time I see him.” Leon’s voice came out heavy and throaty; a threat.

So Ah shook her head a bit, tilting her head up to look at him, “It’s not his fault. He–”

“Like Hell, it’s not.” Leon countered, pulling away from the embrace enough to dart his eyes down to hers, “It was his responsibility to keep you safe – not tagged like a bitch.”

She could see the anguish in those ocean-blue eyes of his and sighed, “He didn’t know about it either, okay? He was in the dark just like everyone else.”

“And your family? Do they know?”

Her head hung down in shame, whispering, “Yeah, they didn’t give us a choice – said it’s for the best.”

“My ass.” Leon muttered, poison dripping from his tongue.

Tears stung her eyes, inhaling shakily. She was terrified to let this moment end – she didn’t want it to become the past. If she could, she’d stay stuck in this hotel forever if Leon would be next to her with his safe arms hiding her from them.

Her hand cupped the side of his neck and she could feel his pulse pounding under her touch. Further proof this was reality and not some delusional dream.

“What am I going to do, Leon?” She whispered, her tone growing strained by the stubborn lump in her throat, “I can’t go anywhere without thinking they would take me back… I don’t wanna go back.”

Leon’s gaze softened at the desperation she oozed. Her walls were long gone, revealing the most vulnerable and rawest side of her. Nostalgia hit its course, throwing him back to when she was sobbing over her sister’s body, begging him for help.

Leon rolled over so he was hovering above her on his elbow, cradling her tear-stricken cheek. His other hand slid under the pillow next to her as he leaned down, kissing her brow sweetly to ease her nerves. A trembling exhale left her lips, shutting her eyes to relish the gesture.

“You won’t be going back there anytime soon,” Leon muttered, his lips brushing her skin with every promise, “I just got you back, and I’ll be damn sure to keep it that way.”

So Ah hiccuped, a sneaky tear rolling down the corner of her eyes, “Please don’t let them take me back.”

Leon faced her with determined eyes and his usual subtle smirk, “I’d like to see them try.”

A cry emitted from her, now overwhelmed with gratitude. A boulder of burden toppled off her shoulders and back, turning into smithereens. After years of hiding this horrible secret, she felt like she could finally catch a breath. Leon was more than willing to keep his side of his vows, despite her breaking her own. 

But he knew it wasn’t on purpose. The BSAA didn’t give her the option to choose.

“I’m so sorry, Leon.” She tried not to sob, the lights making her cinnamons sparkle due to her tears, “I didn’t mean to leave – I – I killed those people… I broke families apart – how am I any better than them? Better than–than this sickening virus in me?”

“And I hurt you…” So Ah’s bottom lip trembled, her hands going up to his broad shoulders as if asking for reassurance, apologizing profusely, “I’m so sor–”

Leon silenced her with a kiss, knowing if he hadn’t then she would’ve continued on for hours on end. Her quivering lips felt softsoft on his, deepening the kiss by sliding his hand down to the back of her head so her hair pooled over his hold. He lifted her up from the pillow a little, furrowing his brows at the neediness she showed through the kiss.

Not for more sensual times, but more so gentleness and security.

Leon pulled away from the kiss slightly, murmuring lowly, “You don’t gotta apologize for anything, buttercup… Trust me?”

Her heart soared at the pet name and suddenly she was back in Los Angeles, living right next to him. 

“Yeah, more than anything.” She nodded enthusiastically, earning a faint laugh from him and she took in a deep breath, growing bashful, “I love you… I reallyreally do.”

A genuine and compassionate smile reached his lips, “I love you too… And I’m sorry.”

It was extremely vague the way the hand behind her head had tensed up.

She blinked, confused, “For what?”

“This.”

A sharp piece of ice slid across the skin of her nape, deeply and precisely – just as quick as it came, it disappeared. 

There was no pain, but the coldness of it all sent shocks down her spine. Her gasp scratched her throat as her body jolted instinctively to the close sense of safety. She held onto Leon’s bicep, clinging to him as her other hand flew to the back of her neck. 

“Hey, hey, I gotcha. I gotcha.” 

Leon’s words fell on deaf ears as he hurriedly sat back and pulled her up to his body, firm hands holding onto her to keep her steady. The dagger, the same one he got for her as a gift, clattered to the ground at the shuffling.

Hot darkened blood seeped through her trembling hold on the deep and heated gash, rolling and dripping down her back and onto the sheets. Her body heaved with every laboured breath, nearly thrashing as she whimpered and wheezed. Her nails dug into his shoulder blade and it actually earned a stifled grunt from him, but it didn’t stop him from muttering reassurances. 

Every inch of her was on a different kind of fire, burning her with its angry flames; more specifically, her spinal cord. Her gasps and wheezes were painful, etched in anguish as something was crawling up her back, curling over the ridges of her bones. 

Then something small, micro, dropped down to the mattress. Her forehead fell to the crook of his neck, short-winded. Her sounds went laboured, eyes squeezing shut at the familiar feeling of the wound patching up instantly. As if whatever was coiling her body had released her, it sent her collapsing against Leon’s chest. 

Her chest stuttered greedily for air, swallowing thickly once the pain had subsided, leaving behind a persistent buzz. Leon trailed his hands up to her shoulders to gently push her back and look at her. Her eyes were utterly puzzled when she gazed back at him. 

A sense of shock was still in the air, hinting at a betrayal, but more so; she was speechless.

“Are you okay?” Leon asked, wary that he might’ve damaged a crucial nerve as she wouldn’t speak. 

“What…” She whispered, her bloodied hand trying to find that open gash but nada, “What did you do?”

Leon went quiet as he barely shrugged, biting the inside of his cheek, “Took the risk.”

Her eyes snapped to an audible sparking noise, interrupting their moment, and Leon furrowed his brows at the bloodstained chip on the bed. So Ah hurriedly kicked it off the bed, nearly curling into Leon’s arms at the deep-rooted fear of the device. 

It hit the ground before crackling loudly. The couple sat there for a moment, staring at the black smoke of its destruct flying into the air faintly. 

Leon didn’t blink, blues almost glaring as his hands tightened around her, “What the hell was that?”

“The safety measure…” So Ah trailed away, that sense of shock easing to disbelief. 

Complete and utter disbelief.

“Wha – So Ah!” 

The girl had wrapped the blanket around her and jumped off the bed, rushing straight to the bathroom. The room was freezing for his bare body that his dick might as well just shrivel up into itself. 

Leon shivered at this, getting out of bed to grab an article of clothing to at least cover his lower body. He noticed the crimson staining the bed sheets and quite possibly the mattress beneath it. 

God, how in the world was he going to explain this to the hotel manager?

His wife got a sudden heavy flow?

“So Ah?” He settled for a discarded towel and wrapped it around his hips as he called out, “So Ah,”

He didn’t get anything in return, his brows knitting in the middle at the dreadful feeling and he found himself going to the bathroom. It was wide open.

“Hey, is everything ok–” Leon stopped himself when he saw she was more than okay.

So Ah had one fist clutching the blanket to her chest, covering her naked body but her back. Her eyes were glued to the mirror, having pushed her hair over her shoulder – which also needed a wash. The bandage that was on her cheek was discarded into the sink. Her skin was tainted with her blood, and nothing else. 

The bruise had dissipated into nothing, returning the state of her back to how it was before the chip was in her body. It was relieving and Jesus Christ was it freeing. Her whole body felt like it belonged to her and her only.

“Sweetheart?”

Her wide eyes darted to Leon; this was definitely a dream. It had to be. First, Leon forgives her and then, suddenly, the tracker was out of her body. Sure, the way he had done it was ridiculously risky and dangerous, but her husband wouldn’t be himself without doing something just as such. 

He stood by the doorway with only a towel around his hips. Under the warm lights of the bathroom, she could see new permanent scars decorating his skin and mimicking the same patch on his shoulder and his side. Some were new.

Leon picked up on the movement of her cinnamons, glancing down at his form. He wasn’t ashamed of having sustained more wounds and bruises. The freshest ones were due to Arias flinging him around like a doll. The oldest ones were him being admittedly a little reckless on his assignments, acting out more on emotions rather than his head. 

His wife had called him frantically with gunshots in the back before the call dropped abruptly and he never heard from her for ten months – until now.

“I think…” Her voice came out small, returning her eyes to his, “It’s… Is it over?”

Leon picked up on the evident hope in her tone, her eyes beginning to glisten for the nth time tonight. His heart churned as she whimpered, taking a step close to him. 

“Leon, tell me, is it over?” She repeated, needing confirmation. 

He threw a glance over his shoulder to the floor next to the bed. Turning around, he went forward and knelt down to pick up the bloodied tracker. He returned to her, lifting up the chip in between his thumb and index. 

“See for yourself,” He only said with a twitch at the corner of his lips.

He dropped it into her reached-out hand and she stared at it. Silent. 

The same tracker that controlled her life for seven years and forced her to trail down a road she would’ve never dreamt of taking was right in her hand. It was so small, a microchip, with such huge power over her. All the lives hung over it; the life of her own sister.

“It’s over, Leon.” She whispered, trying to comprehend it as she looked up at him, “It’s over.”

Leon smiled tenderly down at her, his hand reaching out for her arm, “Yeah, it’s over.”

Her world collided when she hugged him, having tossed the chip onto the counter, one arm around his neck as her eyes blinked rapidly to fight off her tears. His strong arms went around her waist, pulling her close when she stood on her tippy toes. Her other hand was still clutching the blanket to save some of her dignity. 

“It’s over, oh God, it’s over…” She whimpered, her voice breaking at the sheer sense of being overwhelmed, incredulity making her repeat, “It’s over, it’s over, it’s over.”

She pulled away from the embrace, trailing her hand to his cheek and he leaned against it, holding her hand to keep it there. He pecked her wrist as he kept eye contact. A giggle of disbelief emitted from her, now unable to stop beaming. 

She practically bounced, similarly to when they said their I do’s, and kissed him straight on. Leon’s laugh went muffled, vibrating his chest as he cradled the side of her neck, kissing back just as happily. His fingertips brushed the back of her neck when she pulled him closer, filling his heart with giddiness. 

When they parted, So Ah let out a heavy, dreamy sigh, eyes still shut to relish this long-awaited moment. Leon grinned, bumping his nose with hers as a gentle Eskimo kiss and she fluttered her eyes open.

“How does a shower sound to you?” He suggested, ticking his eyes to the mirror, “Both of us could use one right now.”

Looking at the mirror, she cringed at the sight of the dried blood on her skin and sheets, and then she looked back at him, a little anxious.

“What about the sheets or the bed?” So Ah asked, glancing behind him, “It looks like a bloodbath.”

“Well,” Leon sighed as if disappointed, tracing designs on her lower back, “You did say you don’t want to dirty the bed, yet look what happened.”

Her cheeks heated up and she smacked his bicep, “Hey! You did this! Besides, you don’t care about the sheets – you said it yourself.”

Leon laughed, head tipping back at his happy sounds and he shook his head, gazing at her with crinkles forming in the outer corner of his eyes. 

“I stand by what I said, sweetheart.” He murmured, pushing a strand behind her ear with such love in those blueblue eyes that it brought out the bright colour of his irises. 

So Ah’s heart fluttered, filling her tummy with frantic love-struck butterflies. 

Leon pecked her lips before nodding to the bathtub, “Go hop in. I’ll get new sheets then I’ll join you.”

“Okay,” She nodded, earning another grin and he left the bathroom to probably call for extra sheets. 

She trailed her eyes to the tracker on the marble counter, instinctively rubbing the back of her neck. Her chest bloomed at the freeing emotions, biting the inside of her bottom lip to conceal her squeals or any sounds. 

Leon’s smooth voice came from outside, ordering new blankets, sheets, and pillows. He was always the considerate one. Releasing one final sigh with a soft smile on her lips, she unwrapped the blanket and rolled it into itself, setting it next to the chip, followed by her socks.

It was safe to say that So Ah had the perfect evidence to show what those corrupted medics had done to her.

Hopping into the bathtub, she twisted the knob and let the hot water shower all over her. Her warm eyes gazed down, watching the pale red water wash all the blood off of her and go down the drain. Her hands brushed her hair to the back to get rid of the crimson coating the roots, shutting her eyes in the process as she tilted her face up to the shower head.

Her lips parted in a faint gasp when strong arms went around her waist, snapping her eyes open to look at Leon from over her shoulder. His infatuated eyes were twitching instinctively at the subtle mist of the water hitting his face.

“Save some hot water for me,” He teased, chuckling when she giggled.

So Ah twisted around and reached up to brush his wet side bangs away from his face. His eyes fluttered to a close at her gentle touches, humming under his breath. She truly brings out the best in him.

“I love you, buttercup.” He murmured, caressing her sides gingerly, “So goddamn much.”

So Ah muttered back, her forehead tipping forward to touch his, “I love you too.”

“Let me take care of you now, alright?” 

A tick.

Two.

Three–

“Okay,” She smiled, releasing a trembling breath to ease out her last remaining tremors, “Okay.”

Leon closed the space between them with a searing kiss.

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[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

maso my love <3

can we get some jay briscoe cnc headcannons?? 🥺

Uh Tahlia, babe…right in my weak spot: Briscoe and CNC 🤤. I gave myself the luxury to add a bit of degradation to the dirty talk because c’mon, it’s Briscoe! As always I let myself go when it comes to this man so it became a drabble *sorry not sorry*. Also not at all edited, because sometimes you must die by your mistakes like a proud woman should 😌.

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The nine letters word was spread around the bedroom, glued into the furniture and walls in bright neon yellow post-it notes. “Nectarine” could be read in the small pieces of paper, and even a few samples of the fruit were tossed around in strategic places by the reach of your hand, in case you couldn’t talk. The peculiar choice for a safeword had been Jay’s idea, since your “stop” was the synonym to “keep going” whenever you played like this. “Nectarines are like the closest thing to a peach. So whenever I’m going extra rough on my little peach” He bit your cheek softly “I wanna make sure that I’m not taking it too far”.

His hands pinned yours down on the bed, you were both fully clothed yet, just testing each other’s limits and will. Your hands fought against his grip, twisting and pulling hard enough for him to understand but not too hard to free yourself completely. Jay’s lips covered your neck, where he sank his teeth on your pulse point, quickly releasing you enough so you could slap his chest and push him away from you. He slapped you back, hitting your cheek with a low growl “I’m going rough on you tonight, my little peach” His hand closed around your neck, not applying any pressure yet.

“And what if I don’t let you?” Your words dared him to do something, so he just added the much needed pressure to the sides of your neck, and as always, it instantly made you wet.

“Then I’ll enjoy it even more” Jay grinned and rubbed his erection against your thigh. The feeling made you bit back a needy moan as he just kept going “I’m gonna fuck you whether you like it or not” He quickly stood up and pulled you further down on the bed by your ankles, dragging your skirt up your legs. Jay closed his fists around the red lace adorning your hips and with a sudden pull, he tore the flimsy piece of fabric and proceeded to place it inside his mouth. Jay moaned at the taste of your wetness that now covered the lace panties, “Taste so fucking good, like a good little slut should” He stated, before spitting the fabric in your face. “Fucking asshole” You spat, making him smirk before slapping your face again “Want me to fuck that tight ass too?” Jay mocked while taking a handful of your hair and tugging at your scalp. He made you get up from the bed until you stood before him “Nah, I don’t think you deserve it. That kind of reward is reserved just for the good fuck toys, not for a sour little bitch like you” Jay’s free hand covered your mouth until he let his middle and ring finger push past your lips, dragging his skin in and out of your lips until you bit down on his digits. “Oh you’ll regret that” He chuckled as you tried to gain some distance from him.

“Where do you think you’re going, huh?” He pulled you back by your hair before he pushed you face down on the mattress.

“Let me go, you fucking prick!” You tried to scratch his forearms as he grabbed and pinned them down on top of your head, “That’s right, peach. Fight me! Fight me, baby. It just makes me want to fuck you even harder” He whispered in your ear and you heard the sound of his belt being unbuckled.

“As if you have what it takes to fuck me hard, jerk” You rubbed your ass against his groin, making the both of you moan in response.

“Oh, I’m gonna fucking ruin you, lil peach” Jay slid in your void in one swift motion, your wetness made it incredibly easy for him to bury himself in you without any pain. “I’m gonna make this tight pussy take this dick until you’re begging me to fuck you through the mattress”

“Stop” You gasped, when he somehow managed to go even further “Shit, shit, shit. Oh fuck, stop” Your hands closed around the bedsheet, while you looked up at Jay with semi hooded eyes “Baby, please”.

“That’s what I like to hear” Jay grabbed your hips, gluing your ass to his pelvic bone “Shit, I barely even started and you’re already begging?” He bit your jawline and your cheek until your walls clenched around him.

“Shut up, fucker” You groaned, before pulling one of his hands away from your hip to place it around your throat.

Jay smirked and pressed his free hand against your tailbone, successfully keeping you pinned down to the mattress. He quickly thrusted in and out of you for a couple of minutes until he suddenly stopped “Wanna try that again, slut?”

“Please keep going, sir. Your cock feels incredible inside me” You panted heavily

“That’s more like it!” Jay kissed your temple before he aimed your head towards the mirror, where a post-it note was glued to it “Keep your eyes there, peach. In case you get too dumbfucked” His deep green eyes met yours in the mirror as a wicked grin took over his lips “We don’t want you to forget your special word now, do we?”

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★About Me

-I’m Ate-Teen

-Transfag Perv

-Japanese-American

-Interested into getting into kink more/maybe as a career(gna b real, the career part of this statement might just be bcuz of autism. I’m still a freak tho)

-I’m mainly gna b horny posting+whatever my hyperfix is (Currently Marblehornets) on here. Yeah

I Love with being referred to as:

-Good boy

-Pup/Puppy

-Mutt

-Dog

-Baby

-Any degrading swears you can think of

What I’m not comfortable about at all:

-ANY usually fem terms such as

-Good girl

-Baby girl

Try to only stick with masc terms for me please!

More under the cut about what I’m into+what I will draw(This may be updated)

♥︎: Painplay (Hitting, ashtray, paddles, whips), petplay (mainly pup stuff), bondage(Handcuffs, rope), restraints(being held down physically), degradation, praise, dumbification, primal play, fearplay maybe(???), forcefem/forcemasc, Choking/breath play, dollification, orgasm denial, overstim, voyeurism, slight crying

Hard No’s: Incest, scat, losing limbs, ddlg/ddlb, ed encouragement/fetish content, gore, genuine misgendering, feederism

25/26ish is my limit just letting yall know :)

I will NOT send any type of nudes/explicit photos!

I’m tagging the Mh guys as follows!

I use the same tags that @stickypodz made!

I lean towards men more so I might not horny post as much about them sorry :’3 Masky and Tim are gonna be tagged the same tage as well as brian and hoody 👍

#Krowwhispers #Nsft #t4t nsft #t4t puppy #ftm puppy #marblehornies

[ladynightlark]

Hi! Just moved to tumblr here and I wanted to tell you how much I love your story. I saw A LOT of kny roleswaps cuz I love this trope so damn much. There’re many good ones but it’s rare to find one that hits me right in my kokoro like yours did. Since the first chapter, the way Nezuko repeatedly thought “Takeo was dead… Mom was dead… Rokuta was dead… But Tanjiro was still alive” was so haunting yet beautiful in such a heartbroken way. It hurts even more when you realized Nezuko was only twelve when her whole world was shattered in blood, and not to mention the amount of feels that is Zenitsu. I’ll admit that the rollercoaster of emotions it gave me was what got me so invested in your fanfic to the point of keeping on coming up with one theory after another though.

But one question first, I saw you saying Tamayo’s husband will be an OC, does that mean her three children are OCs too? Their no-nonsense attitude and the cold glares they gave Genya really remind me of the certain someone though*stares at the girl with plum red eyes*

And before I delve into my theories, remember when I brought up Dabi’s infamous quote? Let me tell you I honestly didn’t expect Kai and Zen’s development to be actually inspired by Endeavor and Dabi’s storyline here. It’s does make a lot of sense though as your Kaigaku really has many things in common with Endeavor now that I think of it, especially with how they thoroughly ruined someone’s life out of their own selfishness and the way it’s gonna come back to bite them HARD later. And the fact that I was today years old when I found out Dabi and Zenitsu have the same VA*surprised Pikachu face* 

Wait, does that mean Nezuko’s gonna be Shoto in this scenario?

Regardless, while I admit that my knowledge of MHA is limited since I didn’t really watch the show, I have watched enough clips scattered all over YouTube to get the gist of it. So, if Endeavor’s reaction to Dabi’s reveal is anything to go by, I’m so looking forward to how Kaigaku and Zenitsu’s “Dabi’s Dance” will go. Even more so if you decide to throw in the Hashira’s reaction when/if they also learn of Kaigaku’s crimes. And if he still did what he did to Himejima and other kids, I honestly can see a few of them straight up calling for Kaigaku’s execution right then and there.

As for my Upper Moon guesses, the angry male demon, I saw a few comments saying that it was Sanemi but I doubt it. The meeting occurred ten years ago so Sanemi would still be a kid back then. So nope, not him for me. Therefore, I’m gonna go for unconventional choice and guess that it was Hairo, former Lower Moon 2, as he’s legit the only character whose rage surpasses Sanemi’s. And since Gyokko was downgraded into a common demon, I’m crossing my fingers that there’ll be a canon lower moon who got upgraded into an Upper Moon here.

But other UMs’ identity aside, Upper Moon Two gotta be Shinobu. Something about Koku and the DK asking for UM Two’s opinion about the chance of reanimating Zenitsu’s corpse just screams Shinobu to me. And for that reason, I’m gonna guess that Kanae is in Tamayo’s place judging from her character tag. It would put the Kocho Sisters in the opposite side of the war but what can I say, I’m always in for Sibling Drama*evil cackling*

Hi! Welcome to Tumblr! And thank you so much!

Honestly, role-swaps are one of my favorite fanfic tropes to read, and there were just so many goods ones within the KNY fandom that I decided to bite the bullet and try my hands at it. I've been having a lot of fun with it and the direction it has been going, so hearing that readers have been enjoying it never fails to make my day!

I honestly didn't even expect it to turn out this angsty in the beginning (lol). The main goal I had when initially writing the first chapter was just to capture how tragic/horrifying the attack on the Kamado family would be from Nezuko's POV, while making it unique compared to what must have been going through canon Tanjiro's mind. Twelve and thirteen are really young ages to experince so much trauma, and then having to uproot your entire life to find a way to protect your remaining family is a heavy burden to bear.

The same goes for Nezuko's interactions with Zenitsu, as both of them were barely even teenagers when so much happened to them. I definitely think underlying tragedies with character relationships and confrontations of the past are going to become more prominent themes than I initially intended, and I'm excited to show those as I continue to write more of the series.

(Slight Manga Spoilers Ahead)

But to answer your question, yes, I do plan on making Tamayo's children OCs for now. Like her husband, we only got a brief mention of them by Muzan and Tamayo during their final confrontation in the Infinity Castle Arc. I wasn't able to find anything on what their canon appearances/personalities would be, so I figured unless more information comes up about them, I'll make them OCs. I suppose one benefit of this is it gives me a little more room to plan out how they will impact her role/arcs as leader of the Corps in this AU (oh, and more info will be given on the girl with the red eyes later...because I do have plans for her...).

In terms of the Dabi & Endeavor similarities between Kaigaku & Zenitsu, it sort of just started happening as I was planning out that specific storyline. Sometimes my writing unintentionally picks up things from shows and books I've read in the past, and I think it was around the time that the Dabi v. Endeavor & Shoto fight was animated that I began to see the potential similarities between the encounters.

I've had many conversations with friends about MHA's take on the Todoroki family drama, especially in regard to Endeavor's character development and change from his negative actions toward his children and wife to being a better father/hero. And one of the things that I've come to understand coming out of those discussions was that although forgiveness and forgetting aren't satisfying solutions in moving past that part of his character, there are still ways to make things at least a bit better by striving for atonement and mitigating what damage has already been done by taking responsibility for it without any excuses.

As I've said in posts before, the one thing I definitely wanted to make clear early on is that it is totally up to readers to decide if Kaigaku is worth rooting for. He's done terrible things and hurt a lot of people, but he's trying to make a change for the better. But doing that isn't as putting the past behind him, especially since there are characters who do know the bits and pieces of some of the damage he's done (such as Kuwajima and, very soon, Nezuko).

So as predictable as it may be at this point, there definitely will be a Kaigaku v. Zenitsu fight in the late future, which will be one of several major confrontations of Kaigaku's past coming back to haunt him and the people he's learning to become closer to. Kaigaku will have gone through a lot of change by then, along with us getting a closer look at his past (as I have ideas to fill in the gaps of his early life that the manga didn't really touch on yet, though that may change depending on how much the anime decides to add when Infinity Castle gets animated) and understanding a bit better the motive behind some of his actions. It won't be an excuse for what he's done, but a build-up to him learning to take responsibility for what he's done, and what he can do now to fix the damage he's done.

So I guess that would make Nezuko the Shoto of this confrontation, being caught in the middle of the conflict, but knowing that this is still a fight she has to take part in to put Zenitsu to rest.

(Also yeah I was shocked when I found out both Zenitsu and Dabi share a Sub VA (lol). You'd be surprised how many VAs share roles in MHA and KNY. I think one of my favorites is the fact that Genya's Sub VA voices Bakugo and his Dub VA also voices Hawks!)

I will say this, almost all of the bad stuff Kaigaku did in the manga is canon in this series. And I can confirm that at least THREE of the hashira know some of the terrible things Kaigaku did in the past (with at least one of them knowing EVERYTHING about his past). But as for if more hashira will find out about his past, that is yet to be confirmed...

And regarding your guesses on the Upper Moons...I will say those are some VERY interesting theories that I can't wait to confirm if they are correct or not...

Also, in case anyone was curious or confused about demons being Kizuki, the canon Lower and Upper Moons aren't guaranteed to be Moons in this AU unless they are explicitly stated to be ones. For example, Wakuraba (the winged demon Nezuko and Tanjiro ran into in Chapters 3-5) was Lower Three in canon, but was just a regular demon in this AU. And Gyokko, who was Upper Five in canon, was also a regular demon that took the place of the Hand Demon from Final Selection in canon. Some of the Moons MAY change ranking in the AU, but if they aren't stated to be Kizuki, then they are just regular demons.

But I'll definitely will give the canon Lower Moons some chances to shine since they didn't get much of a chance in canon. Who knows, maybe the next demon Nezuko meets will have been a Lower Moon in the canon timeline...

Thank you so much for commenting!!! I hope you have an awesome day!!!

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