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Hey! Could I request a fic with Bam where the reader is a female skater?

Maggot’s Kiss

Being apart of Tony Hawk’s skate team sounded like a dream to Y/N- that is, until she met Bam, and an innocent thing turns into something darker.

Bam Margera X Fem!Reader

(Fluff, Angst)

2.6k Words

Warnings: Enemies to lovers, jealousy, crude language, very suggestive content, bullying, hate makeouts, nudity, fake dating, flirting, accidental vouyerisim, injury, blood

An: Thank you so much for your request and happy new year!! I decided to combine my love of darker fics and slow burn to create this for your reading pleasure ;) I just love writing banter like what Bam and Y/N have in this fic hehe XD This fic was also inspired by this amazing fic (one of my favorite Jackass fics on this website) by @asskickedbygirl, so please go check her out!! According to one of my beta readers this is one of the steamiest things I have ever written, and that was just based off of the first three paragraphs, so do with that what you will! Anyways, thank you for sending in requests and please keep sending more!! I love to read them and I enjoy writing them even more :)

You hated him. His edgy, crazy, rich boy schtick made you almost embarrassed to be touring with him and the rest of Tony’s team, knowing that no matter what, the spotlight was always on him. It was never Team Adio or Team Element- it was Bam and Company. Every time you saw pre-teens fighting tooth and nail over who got his autograph first or when chicks threw themselves at his feet for a chance to be graced by the presence of his less than average dick (you see a lot being on the same tour bus for two months), you gagged a little. You were seemingly the only person in America that didn’t fall for Bam Margera’s bullshit. Maybe hate was an understatement.

It was the evening before some exhibition you were supposed to do in the parking lot of a mall that you were pondering all of this, seething quietly in the tiny tour bus bunk bed you were trying to get some shut eye in. Trying being the key word, seeing as you weren't very successful at it. Sighing, you wriggled out of your middle row bunk, carefully stepping down and stretching, the claustrophobic sleeping conditions doing nothing for your already not great posture. There was a row of leather seats in the back of the bus you and the guys would usually sit around and play cards in or watch TV when you were on the road that you made your way back to, feeling around in the pitch darkness as a strange chill struck you. The only thing you could see was the glowing, orange tip of a cigarette as you sat down, knowing exactly who it was.

“Close the damn window. S’freezing.” Mumbling, you crossed your legs, tucking your feet into the backs of your knees to warm yourself up. He chuckled, taking another drawl on his cigarette, the embers glowing intensely for a moment before he exhaled, “Might wanna think ‘bout wearin’ a bra ‘round here.” You could practically feel Bam’s eyes on you through the darkness. “I had no idea y’were so fascinated by my tits, Margera.” His last name came out of your mouth like it pained you to say it, acrid on your tongue. Scoffing, you cooed with faux sweetness, sliding closer to him and whispering in his ear, “I-I mean, if you really wanted, y’could give ‘em a feel…” Two can play at that game. Bam found your jab funny, laughing bitterly as he playfully shoved you away, “Oh, no way in hell am I touchin’ you.”

So after a few minutes of small talk, you went back to bed, and so did he, but that exchange didn’t leave your mind. There wasn't an atom in your body that wanted to be felt up by Bam of all people, but you were still pissed that he wrote you off that fast. You saw the girls he took to the bathroom of the tour bus every night and they had nothing on you. Then there was the matter of why he was staring at your tits in the first place. Was he checking you out? Something hot bubbled in your stomach that you were sure was hate at the thought of that. God, it was too late to be thinking like this, you thought, pushing it from your mind and burrowing deeper into your sheets as you tried to get some sleep.

You felt like shit the next day, but the show must go on, three hours of sleep or not. Thankfully, the bus stopped at a Love’s truck stop on the way there- you would be surviving on a gas station coffee and a prayer. Everyone filtered out of the bus, buying snacks and toiletries or whatever they needed. That left you, lingering by the trucker showers with Mike Valley. You split a bag of Hostess Donettes while he waited for his turn, discussing some fight he got into at the bar last night. Smiling, you licked the powdered sugar off of your fingers and joked about it being the breakfast of champions. He laughed, but just as you looked back up from the now empty bag, your eye caught something.

Perfect fucking timing. The door to the men’s swung open at just the right moment for you to see Bam in all his naked glory, thankfully only from behind. It wasn’t rare for you to see him shirtless, especially when you were skating together in the heat of touring season, but you only just now realized how muscular his back was. His tan skin had contours like a bronze sculpture, shitty black fleur de lis tattoos winding down his sides as he toweled away the last glistening remnants of his shower. Before your eyes reached his ass you tore your gaze away, gagging in mock disgust, crumpling up the empty bag and throwing it in the trash.

There was this weird look in Bam’s eye as he handed off the shower key to Tim, taking his place next to you on the beige wall as he pulled his shirt over his head, “You got a little something there.” He gestured to the side of your face and you licked off the remaining powered sugar, cracking a smile as you mumbled, “Oh, fuck off.” Bam held his hands up in mock surrender as you could hear the shower turn on in the other room, the only noise in the otherwise silent hallway, “Hey, no need t’get all defensive! I mean,“ You could feel his long, half-wet hair dangle on your forehead as he leaned in closer, his voice teasing as he reached down to do up his belt, “especially with how you were pervin’ on me in the showers. I’d say you owe me an apology.”

You turned to him, glaring at his stupid grinning face under the fluorescent lights, “First of all, it was an accident. Second of all, I can barely stand the sight of your naked ass without hurling!” He just snickered at your joke that wasn’t even all that untrue as you rolled your eyes to keep them from lingering on the heartagram splayed out on his lower stomach, “And pull your damn pants up. Hope you bust your ass out there today.” Bam shrugged, walking down the skinny hallway, “Sure. Don’t break a nail out there, sweetheart.” That just left you, watching him leave.

The next time you saw pretty boy was under the signing tent, a respite from the blazing sun and asphalt. Your seat just had to be next to Bam, all sweaty and glistening from skating yet somehow not looking as gross as some of the other guys did. MTV star magic, you guessed. You were wondering why the hell you needed to do skate exhibitions in the ass crack of summer when some nerdy looking teen girl handed you a board to sign. Sure, you weren't Tony or Bam, who each had a line of their own nearly twice the size of the rest of the team’s, but you were generally pretty popular. The girl with the glasses was all smiles, leaning in close to you like she was going to ask you something secret, “Hey, I read somewhere that you and Bam, uh- that you had a thing together. Is that really true?”

Bam, who was sitting next to you and well within earshot, scoffed, leaning over with a sneer as you scrawled silver sharpie onto the board, “I’d rather tongue a maggot than Y/N.” You scoffed as you popped the cap back on the pen, “Yeah, the only maggot here’s that thing in your pants.” It was then, as you turned back to the fan who was awkwardly standing there, watching your little lover’s quarrel go down, that you got an idea. A malicious grin spread across your lips as you handed the signed board back to her, “But if you were wondering, I am dating Tim O’Connor. Thanks for being a fan!”

God, if you could see Bam’s face. As much as it pained you to not look over at him, you didn’t, knowing it would be impossible to keep a straight face seeing him all slack jawed. The best part of it was you weren’t dating him- well, not yet, but you didn’t even need to for what you had in mind. Hell, knowing Tim, he’d be game for fucking with Bam any day of the week, even if it mean having to hug and kiss and pretend flirt from time to time. This was the ultimate way to get back at Bam for fucking with you for so long, you thought- your ace in the hole.

You told Tim your plan and he was more than eager to get in on it. You would come up with ideas on the fly whenever you knew Bam was watching, whether it was having you wear one of his shirts on the bus or you giggling when he messed up your hair while you stopped for food on the road, or even the night you shared a bunk- one of your favorites, especially with how pissy Bam looked as he angrily slid the curtain closed on his bed when he saw the two of you. Basically anything you would see in a cheesy romance movie, you did.

But if you thought Bam was a childish asshole before, you had no idea how much worse he could get. No matter where you were, he always seemed to have his eyes on you, glaring under heavy lids across the room. Even though he was still performing well, off the ramps he was this little ball of rage, quietly observing with raised hackles. Gone were the pranks with the team and the playful banter between the two of you. Bam was a tyrant before and even more so now, only a little quieter. He avoided you like the plague, so the only form of communication between the two of you was the sporadic spitting of insults at one another just short of an argument- he’d say something about your appearance, you’d jab at some trick he messed up, and then he’d tell you to fuck off.

His behavior became so uncharacteristic that, at one point, Tony, who was often the only voice of reason, tried to take him to an urgent care because he was obviously sick. Yeah, maybe that’d be a good idea, you thought, a medical professional would probably know how to get that stick out of his ass. No, not in the slightest did you care that you hurt Bammy Boy’s precious little feelings. He was a jerk to everybody, you thought, so he deserved it. It was only after a few weeks of this charade that you started to wonder why the hell he was being such a baby about all this. Bam just seemed to radiate jealousy, especially towards Tim, but there was no way that was the case. It sounded like something straight out of third grade- that boys are mean to girls they like. But, knowing Bam, you couldn’t write that off immediately.

All this tension kept building for a while until it reached a fever pitch. The team had an off day so you all decided to stop by a skate park late in the day to kick back and chill for a few hours before you needed to get back on the road again. The chance to bust out a few tricks without the judging eyes of thousands was a breath of fresh air and everyone was all excited as they filtered out of the bus onto the concrete- that is, everyone except Bam. The little prince of darkness shot you a scowl before he ran off to the bowl with the rest of the guys while you ran off on your own. You were on the mini ramp, enjoying some rare alone time while doing a few simple tricks and thinking about how you could probably run to the Wendy’s across the street to get dinner- one of those baked potatoes would really hit the spot. It was in the midst of that thoughtful silence when you were poised on the coping in a nose stall that the clatter of a board slamming against the ground behind you hit your ears.

You were startled and, turning towards the sound, you felt the ground slip out from under you as you shifted your weight ever so slightly. The world seemed to freeze for a moment as you plummeted to the ground, landing square on the lip with a blunt packing noise, busting your cheek open. The air was knocked out of your lungs as a choked gasp escaped you, reaching up to grasp the raw skin pounded flat against your throbbing cheek bone. Your vision was a blur of orange from the setting sun as you wrenched your eyes open, tilting your head up towards the source of the shadow that looked over you.

“Nice spill.” Struggling to your feet, Bam didn’t even offer to help you, just standing there with his hands in his pockets, watching. Something red hit the concrete when you spit, rubbing off some of the hot liquid from your cheek as your gaze met his, “The fuck’s your problem?” Coughing, your voice was rough, words punctuated by heavy breath as you continued, “You’ve been all pissy for weeks, man. What’s goin’ on?” There was an edge to his voice but he still sounded calm as he reached into his pocket for his pack of Marlboro Lights, still not making eye contact, “Maybe I don’t like seein’ you and Tim eatin’ each others faces- ever thought about that?”

Snatching the cigarette from his fingers, his fingernails painted in that stupid black nail polish he always wore, you growled, “Is that it? Really?” You got all in his angry little face, close enough you could smell the shitty cologne he wore to impress chicks that always made you gag. MTV fuckin pretty boy, always looking his best. Your voice dropped low, murmuring close to his skin, “Maybe you’re just jealous’a him. That he gets to have me and you don’t.” Bam finally met your gaze, staring at you with newfound intensity as the lines between teasing and flirting blurred. He spoke through gritted teeth as he glared down at you bitterly, “Oh yeah? Yeah? You think I can’t fuckin’ have you?” You said nothing, defiant.

Time stood still, but in a second, he was on you. Bam’s hands seized you, tugging you impossibly close to him as his calloused palms traveled up and down your body possessively. It was like something snapped inside of him that was holding him back. You could feel the muscles under his clothes flex as your breath hitched, one of his hands tangling in your hair and pulling you closer. Bam kissed like a starved man, his tongue moving against yours in a lecherous mess of teeth and spit and a little blood on your part. The air swam with a mix of rage and lust as you pulled away from each other after what felt like an hour, catching your breath. Your eyelids fluttered as a weak smile spread across your kiss-sore lips. Whispering under your breath, you leaned your forehead against his, “Holy shit…”

Glancing down at the cigarette still in your hands, you slipped it between your teeth, looking back at him, “Gotta light?”

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best cure for a comedown = dennys breakfast at the crack of dawn

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k just wondering if i randomly post a lukas mattson fic here will anyone appreciate or will i make another blog for succession stuff…

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i wish the chemicals in my brain would wire back onto cky and jackass again so i can have a bit of joy.

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As a TikTok moot as well, BABYGIRL IM SO HAPPY FOR YOU! Is it the guy you used to post about? 🤔

HAHAHA THANK YOU!!! also yes! everything ended up working out really well so would like to say, make the first move cos chances are you wont regret it!!! miss you all btw like i probably will return to writing when i have spare time!

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not to sound rude but it sounds a bit sus that you might stop writing now you have a boyfriend??? like fair enough if you’re burnt out and stuff like that but giving up on a hobby for a new relationship

not trying to be mean or anything but make sure you’re taking care of yourself 🫶

omg nooo i knew someone was gonna say this dw that’s not why i’ve stopped writing at allllll. i just don’t really have much time anymore since i have important exams coming up (ik i literally always have exams) i’ve also just not been feeling in the mood to write and i kinda just do this for fun so if im not feeling like i want to write im just not going to ykwim. maybe the spark will return im not saying never but yeah i totally get what you mean im definitely not giving up ANYTHING for a man!!!!

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sorry for dropping off the face of the earth i got a boyfriend and am now having real life sex (crazy)

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birthday girl | v.v

there’s only one thing you really want for your birthday, and ville’s swallowing his pride enough to give it to you.

warnings: smut, there is literally no plot, sub!ville, choking, handjobs, ville calls the reader ma’am, light mentions of crying

word count: 4.8k

a/n: this will end up being two parts, neither of which will have any plot, so here’s the first one for now :)

tags: @asskickedbygirl @lieutenant-cinnamon-roll @kissofdawn666 @brandons-wife @valos-venus-doom @ghoulishguns @4377666

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Sometimes, you really stopped and realized how fucking lucky you were. Sure, you had to travel around a lot, and sometimes Ville wasn't the easiest person to be in an all-over-the-place relationship with, but even despite that, you were really fucking lucky.

Unfortunately, Ville was on tour on your birthday this year, but despite the fact, he'd planned the tour around the weekend that it fell on just so that you didn't have to go anywhere and that you wouldn't only have the morning before he had to get back up on stage once the evening came.

He'd also booked the both of you a honeymoon suite at a hotel in Prague, which was the country the tour had paused in, and which had a fucking hot tub on the private balcony outside. All of this while he was close-to burnt out from months on end of touring and a little chronically hungover from the nights of partying that went with it.

But despite all that, there was only one thing you really had on your mind when you came back to the room after eating breakfast. And that one thing was dressed in only one of the nice white robes that fancy hotels always had while he chugged down champagne in bed next to you where you were winding down from the rest of the band giving out their makeshift birthday presents (the best of the worst being a large bottle of whiskey that was actually almost full from Gas) at the breakfast bar downstairs.

"You know, you're supposed to sip that." You said dryly as you watched Ville down the rest of the champagne in his (third) glass like a shot. You were only on your first glass, as you'd only been in your room for around ten minutes. Ville liked to do fancy things in his own way, apparently.

"Yeah. If you're twelve." He scoffed, turning to look at you with an unimpressed look on his face. "You're supposed to party on your birthday."

"You know what else I'm supposed to do on my birthday?" You asked coyly, turning and wrapping both arms around his arm where you were leaning against his shoulder. When he continued to look at you, you grinned. "Whatever I want to you."

"I thought the presents would be enough to tide you over." He grumbled, his face filled with irritation despite the fact that he sounded nothing but wary. But, he could be wary all he wanted, because it was finally your time to repay him for all the shit he'd put you through, and there was no way you were passing up the opportunity.

"Okay. First rule of my 'do anything I want' present is that you're not allowed to have any attitude. You have to be nice and well-behaved." You announced, pulling away from him and then up onto your knees. "Second, I've got two different ideas, so you have to do both."

"Jesus fuck. You better not break my cock as your birthday present." Ville grumbled in response, his hand coming out to rest on your bare thigh where you were wearing shorts due to the high heat of the Prague summer.

"Depends on how well you behave." You said coyly, beginning to play with the tie of his robe where it was still tied around his waist. He pursed his lips, eyeing you over as he let out a small sigh.

"I suppose I'll be doing whatever you say, then?" Wow. How incredibly intuitive of him. In actuality, there was no way he couldn't have known what was coming, because there were only a select few things he generally didn't let you do, but still. You were a lot more excited than he seemed to be.

The reasoning behind Ville's apprehension and general disinterest towards what was coming to him was simple; he was in no way submissive whatsoever. You'd tried about a million times, but the simple fact remained that he was about as much of a control freak as one could be (you'd been subjected to hours of complaints about Ville's tendency to 'take over' during band rehearsals), and it translated heavily into the bedroom. There was no taking control from Ville in the places that he felt he had earned it.

But he was going to have to cope, because it was your birthday fair and square. You were willing to be a little lenient to let him ease into it because you knew he was going to have an attitude, but he hadn't drawn the line against it, so you were getting your turn whether he liked it or not.

"Just relax, baby. It'll be fun. I swear." You soothed, shifting into his lap so that you could kiss him gently. When he relaxed into the kiss after a second or two, you slipped a hand under the material of his robe to rub from his chest up and over his shoulder. "I love you."

"Are you going to be gentle with me?" That was funny coming from him of all people, but you nodded and did a dramatic crossing of your heart for added effect before you went right back to kissing him.

As his muscles began to relax with each kiss that you gave him, your hand found the tie of his robe, and you began to pull it undone slowly, aiming to savor this experience as much as you could before you had to wait a year or so to get it again. His breath caught in his throat slightly when your hand finally made contact with the warm skin of his abdomen, and his legs subtly opened a little wider underneath you at the same time.

"You're so handsome." You cooed softly as you skated your hands over his chest, your lips moving to the line of his jaw as you continued to suck at his skin softly with each kiss. He gently tipped his head a little further to the side to give your lips more territory, and you purposely sucked a little harder once you moved down to his neck to leave hickeys on his pale, soft skin. "You're the best birthday present I could've ever asked for."

"Y/n." His tone was soft, almost as if he was trying to draw your attention. You had pulled his robe completely open now, and his cock was lying completely hard against the tattoo on his stomach, but he must've been crazy if he thought you were going to give in that easily.

You were also subconsciously musing over the fact that he'd been walking all over the lobby and breakfast cafe of the hotel in a robe and literally nothing else. And had been wearing it tied pretty loose, on top of that.

You dragged your fingertip in a half-circle across his lower stomach, purposely avoiding his cock as you pulled back to watch his face. His unimpressed look still hadn't wavered, but you knew it wouldn't take long. Ville was used to getting what he wanted as soon as he wanted it, and that was very well about to change in your favor.

You leaned in further to let your lips travel further down his neck and over his collarbones. His chest was heaving by this point as he tried to take deep breaths to hide the fact that he was making any noise, and you broke away just as you got to the start of his chest to grin coyly at him.

"Does that feel good, baby?" As you spoke, you danced your finger across the taut muscles of his abdomen, reveling in the way he inhaled slightly at every individual touch. To give him credit, you could definitely understand why he liked teasing so much.

"It would if you actually did something." He muttered impatiently, looking up at you with a defiant look that he would've smacked your ass into high heaven for had you been the one giving it. You tutted.

"Be patient and ask nicely." As you said it, you wrapped a hand around Ville's throat, forcing him to look directly at you as you took your other hand completely off of him. Jesus, it was fun to say things like that to him. You could very clearly see a bead of precum pooling right onto his tattoo, and you grinned even wider. "Come on, baby. You know what to say."

He said nothing at first, but you didn't mind waiting. You had all the time in the world, and it wasn't like he had forgotten. Finally, after a moment of that defiant stare, he closed his eyes.

"Please touch me. It hurts." His voice came out as almost a whine, and it shot heat throughout your entire body at the sound. It wasn't often you ever heard that tone of voice out of your usually-baritone-spoken boyfriend. You leaned in to press a kiss to his cheek, letting your lips linger against his skin.

"Please what?" You knew he knew, and you also knew that he was just avoiding it on purpose. He shot a look at you before clenching his jaw.

"Please, ma'am." He breathed, swallowing thickly where your hand was still wrapped around his throat. You hummed in satisfaction, your free hand moving back to his abdomen to ghost touches along his sensitive skin.

"Good boy." As soon as those words were out of your mouth, he gasped just a little bit, so quiet that you could tell he was trying to hide it, but you heard it anyway. You let go of his throat, your hand staying at his shoulder. "What was that?"

"Please touch my cock, ma'am. I need you." This time, Ville seemed to have no qualms about begging you, and you could tell that he was starting to get desperate. His hips were pushing up as inconspicuously as he could manage, but you still noticed, and you also noticed the small pool of precum on his lower abdomen that was spreading more and more with every touch to his overactive skin.

So, at that moment, you took the tip of your finger and dragged it feather-light up the underside of his cock, watching as he jolted while his lips parted and his eyes fell closed for just a second or two at the feeling.

"Calm down. I haven't even done anything yet." You patronized him at his intense reaction, using the exact phrase that he'd said to you hundreds of times before just for the fun of it. His eyes shot back open at that, and you could tell that his favorite unimpressed look was fighting and failing to break through the pleasured frustration on his face. "If I touch you, are you going to be good?"

"Yes." He said immediately, once again trying his best to discreetly push his hips up where you had drawn your hand back from his cock. When you raised an eyebrow, he exhaled slowly. "Yes ma'am."

You leaned in and gave him a soft kiss, distracting him momentarily before you were finally wrapping your hand fully around his cock and beginning to stroke it slowly with the slick of his precum. At that moment, he full-on whimpered into your mouth, his hips immediately bucking up towards your hand. When he continued to move around, you stopped.

"Stay still. You said you'd be good." You warned, watching the desperation forming in his eyes at losing the friction of your hand. He stilled completely then, his only movement being his fingertips circling gently over your knee where you were straddling him. Who would've thought the infamously iron-willed Ville Valo knew how to be so obedient. You then slowly started to move your hand again, relishing in the sound of his low groan. "You're such a good listener."

As he moaned in response, you began to kiss from his jaw down his neck again, sucking softly and leaving marks in your wake as you moved further and further down. His chest was heaving as your lips moved down to the beginning of his sternum, the line of rosy pink marks you'd left with your mouth slowly deepening into a dark red.

Just as you began to speed up your hand, you dipped your head and licked over his nipple before beginning to suck. That was something he absolutely never let you do, but you could tell by the way his voice shot up in his throat that he liked it. Who could've guessed.

"Fuck, Y/n. Please." He whimpered, his fingers lacing into your hair the same way yours often did into his when your positions were switched. You ignored him, swirling your tongue slowly in circles while watching him the whole time. After you stopping before, his hips stayed where they were now, but you could tell by the desperation in his eyes that he wanted nothing more to fuck your hand where you were still stroking his cock just a bit too slow to be enough.

When you switched to his other nipple he moaned again, his hand that had been gently brushing against your knee now gripping it tightly as his back arched just slightly. The muscles of his abdomen had contracted tightly where your free hand was resting, and his only movement was his shaky, uneven breathing as he attempted to hold control over himself.

When you finally pulled off of his nipple and leaned back up to look at him fully, you could see that there was a thin sheen of sweat coating both his forehead and his chest, and you grinned widely at the fact. It was clear that he was now completely at your mercy, and you were basking in the fact.

When you picked up the pace of your hand and applied just a bit more pressure to make him squirm, a sharp whimper shook in his throat, and his hips bucked upwards just slightly before he let his head fall back with a desperate sigh.

"I'm sorry. M' sorry." He went still again, and you could see the muscles in his abdomen still contracting with the effort of doing so. You cooed as you moved your free hand to cup his cheek, drawing his eyes open and back to yours again as you continued to pump his cock at an increased pace.

"It's okay. Shh. You're being such a good boy for me." Your tone was reassuring, and he leaned heavily into your touch as he moaned again at the sound of your voice. Your heart ached at seeing him so shaky and desperate, because you had never really gotten the chance to see him like this before, but you were imagining all the times he had seen you in the same state and had yet hailed no mercy as a way to keep yourself from giving in. "What's wrong, baby? What do you want?"

"Just...fucking...more. Please." He seemed to catch the attitude in his voice, because the 'please' was thrown on quickly at the end of his sentence as his eyes stayed glued to where your hand glided languidly up and down on his cock. "Just feels so good."

"I know it does." Your coo prompted a whimper from his lips that went about five pitches above his normal speaking voice, and you silently wondered how you were going to get through this without caving and just fucking him right then and there. "If you want more, you're gonna have to beg for it."

You expected to get another defiant stare at that, because Ville Valo prided himself on being everything but a beggar, but it only took him a second to control his breath before he was doing exactly that. And doing it well, at that.

"Please. I'll be a good boy. I'll be so fucking good, ma'am." He pleaded, speaking through desperately frustrated moans and gasps as every individual muscle in his abdomen seemed to constrict and move on its own. His voice then went softer. "Let me cum. Please."

Hearing the words 'I'll be a good boy' out of the mouth of your boyfriend who even hated being told to say please about did you in. Almost. You felt a jolt of arousal at how quick he'd listened to you, and you ran a hand over his hair before pulling back so that he was looking right at you.

"If you want to cum, you have to do it yourself." God, this was a great fucking birthday present. If you could immortalize the way that you had Ville now in some form, you would've done it in a heartbeat. He let out a miserable whine at that, and you only grinned. "Aw, what's the matter, baby? Did you think you were just going to get whatever you wanted?" Like you always do?

He just held your gaze with pained eyes, his soft moans of pleasure cutting off sharply into a gasp of protest when your hand completely stilled on his cock. You didn't pull away, but you didn't move, either, and you watched as he visibly tried to regain his already long-gone composure as you gave him an expectant look.

"You should be thankful you get to cum at all." You said strongly, using his own often-used words against him and then deciding to do just that again with a little more fervor in the form of his all-time favorite demand. "Thank me."

After all of this, Ville was really going to enjoy your requested second half of your birthday present.

"Thank you, ma'am. Fuck, thank you. Tell me what I'm allowed to do." Ville breathed, eyes stuck in limbo on your unmoving hand around his cock before they flitted up to yours as he waited impatiently for your response. You let out a hum like you were deciding, leaning forward to press ghosted kisses along his jawline and cheek as you drew it out to make him wait. Finally, you kissed his lips before withdrawing to see the pout on his pretty face.

"You can fuck my hand." You could physically see him straining to keep the disappointment off of his features, and you only held his face softer in your hand before you let your hand go looser on his cock so that it would be more difficult to get any friction. His mouth opened, and you immediately stared hard at him. "What? Would you rather get nothing at all, and I bring you right back down to the breakfast bar while you're shaking like a little bitch for me so that your friends can see?"

That shut him up really quickly.

He then slowly began to thrust up into your hand, lip drawn harshly between his teeth as he worked with the little amount of friction that you had allowed him while his head fell heavily back against the headboard.

"Fuck, Y/n. I love you." He breathed, rolling his hips up earnestly into your loose grip as he whispered out your name sporadically with every slide of his cock between your fingers. His back arched off the mattress with the effort, and despite the fact that you were still straddling his legs, he was able to find a quick pace in mere seconds.

Your free hand that had been at his cheek dropped down so that you could rub your thumb over his nipple that was still slick with your spit, watching the way he exhaled shakily at the feeling.

"I love you more. Especially when you're so well behaved and pretty for me." You switched to his other nipple for a little while, reveling in his now-constant moaning as he fucked your hand as best he could before you instead moved your hand back to his throat. "Only me, right?"

You were just toying with him for the fun of it at this point. You knew he was close to cumming; you could easily tell by the tone of his voice and the uneven pace of his hips, but it was too fun not to. His eyes opened again, and you grinned at the sight of his blinded-by-pleasure-but-still-enamored look as he nodded immediately.

"Only you, ma'am. Always—ah!—always you." He agreed, his hand that had been resting on your knee this entire time digging his nails into your skin as he fucked himself closer and closer to his climax. "I'm gonna cum. Please—I need to so bad."

"Shh. It's okay. You're gonna be okay." You squeezed your fingers around his throat a little tighter just to hear him whimper, and then smirked when that's exactly what he did. "Be my good boy and be patient for me."

"I can't. I'm gonna—" He tried to slow down the pace of his hips in order to keep himself under control, but at that same time, you tightened the pressure of your fingers around his cock to balance it out. He let out an almost-hysteric moan at that, his eyes starting to visibly water at the feeling, while you just shushed him.

"No. Don't cum until I say." You said firmly, squeezing at his throat a little tighter just as you let your hand go almost completely loose. You knew he had been just on the verge of cumming, and that thought was confirmed when his cock twitched and he half-restrained a harsh cry.

"Love, I don't know if I can..." He trailed off as you cut off his ability to talk completely with your fingers around his throat, his lips still parted in a silent moan as he continued to thrust into your loosened hand shallowly. However, that wasn't enough for you, and you waited until you visually saw him start to regain his self-control before you retightened your fingers just enough to make him cry out for real this time.

And again, you repeated the same pattern, watching him get close enough to feel his cock twitching in your hand before you let your fingers go lax once more. By that point his back was permanently arched, and when you watched the first tear slip from his eye and down his perfect cheekbone, you felt triumph rise in your chest.

That had been what you wanted all along. Getting you to cry every time he fucked you was like Ville's own personal competition he liked to hold for himself, and you'd been itching to repay the favor ever since you'd come up with this idea in the first place.

"Aw, are you gonna cry just because you're not getting what you want?" Also a line that he'd used on you about a million times. You could see his whole body shaking in one form or another, and desperation was painted so hysterically on his beautiful features that you knew he truly wouldn't be able to go for much longer. His voice had died hoarsely in his throat long ago despite you loosening you hold on his airway, and all he did was let out a quiet whine as his hips hesitated and jolted where he was both trying to stave himself off from cumming before you said and simultaneously trying to achieve more friction where you were giving him close to none.

He didn't answer you (not that you expected him to), but you could see the way that the head of his cock had turned an angry red color with the lack of release, and both your fingers and his cock itself were coated in the precum that was more than steadily rolling down in beads. You’d teased him to his limit, and could tell by the way that more tears continued to fall slowly down his cheeks after the first.

"You wanna cum?" You finally asked, pressing your lips gently to his overheated cheek and kissing away the tear that was currently rolling down his skin. He nodded frantically, but you pretended you didn't see it, waiting for his vocal confirmation that he knew he had to give you. He seemed to be able to tell what you were waiting for, and he swallowed harshly.

"Yes. Please." His voice was airy and taut, and his eyes sought yours out with a look that portrayed just how completely under your control he really was. You were starting to understand why he lived wholly for seeing that look on your face.

"Please, what?" It couldn't hurt one more time. He let out a broken, impatient groan, his nails digging even further into your knee as he did so. You were too focused on the view in front of you to really pay any attention to the pressure of his blunt nails in your skin, but you knew you'd definitely feel it later. Worth it.

"Please, my love. I've been so good." Ville's voice was suddenly small and soft as he continued to hold you with those eyes that you just couldn't look away from, and although that hadn't been what you were asking for, it was somehow a million times better. You let your lips travel from his cheek before you kissed him, smiling at the way he immediately pressed into the kiss before he was gasping completely against your mouth when you once again retightened your fingers before beginning to stroke him at the same pace he'd been fucking your hand.

"It's okay, baby. You're okay. You can cum." You confirmed, pressing your foreheads together and moving your hand from his throat to rest warmly on his chest where he was close to hyperventilating. You glanced to the side to confirm that his inhaler was sitting close by on the nightstand as a reassurance before focusing back on him.

It only took a few seconds of you stroking his cock before Ville was cumming, his breathing going completely uneven and sharp as he moaned the loudest you had ever heard him moan before you pulled back to watch him spill his release all over your hand and all over his heaving lower stomach.

"Fuck, I love you. Oh my—thank you. Fucking shit." Ville babbled as he came down from his high, shaking and twitching heavily with the aftershocks before you slowed your hand to a stop on his cock. He was fully sweating now, and his hair was plastered to his forehead in places as he slowly caught his breath.

"You're not done. Clean up your mess." You reminded him, holding out your cum-coated fingers to his lips after you'd cleaned up what had spilled onto his stomach. He stared at you for a long moment before he took your wrist gently and sucked your fingers into his mouth. His tongue swirled over each one individually until they were clean, then he pulled them from his lips despite how hard you tried to keep them in his mouth for just a bit longer.

"Holy fucking shit." He mumbled that quietly after a moment as his head fell back against the headboard and his eyes closed, his hand still holding onto yours as he continued to take heaving breaths. You finally slid off of him, instead sitting at his side and grabbing his inhaler before handing it over.

"Look at you, soldier. You survived." You teased, reaching out to wipe any wetness away from his cheeks with your thumb as he took two long inhales off of his inhaler. Once he had settled his breathing, you laid next to him and slipped an arm around his shoulders, drawing him against your chest as you smoothed his hair out of his face. However, even though you were trying to help him relax, you couldn't help yourself. "Oh my god, babe. That was so fun! I want to do that seven times a day for the rest of our lives. Best birthday present ever!"

"I don't understand how you enjoyed that at all. I literally didn't touch you." Ville grumbled, allowing you to pull his robe back closed so that he wouldn't be cold. "And hell will have frozen over when I let you do that shit seven times a day."

"I think you should receive an award for how quickly you get an attitude." You replied dryly, running your fingers through his hair and smiling at the way he groaned softly at the feeling. "And it doesn't matter that you didn't touch me. I said there were two things I wanted, didn't I?"

"Oh, pray tell. I suppose you'll want to shove an extremity of some sort up my ass." There he went, completely ignoring your pointing out his attitude that had come back full force the second there was no one touching his cock anymore. Figures. You snickered.

"Nope. I'll save that for your birthday." You then stretched out, throwing a leg gingerly over his hip and hugging him tightly against you. "Let's relax for a little bit, drink the rest of the champagne, and then you have to fuck me good with no teasing allowed. Of any kind."

"I have to fuck you. That's a funny way of putting it." He snorted, pressing a kiss to your neck before he let out a soft sigh and relaxed. "You can have whatever you want, love. You're going to have to give me about half an hour for my cock to recover, though."

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Any dico related fics in the works?

not currently but feel free to send requests !

[asskickedbygirl]

omg sorry another jess request, very content starved for him at this point

but maybe a best friends to lovers type imagine with him please?

maybe an element of opposites attract too???

Liar

(part one)

[Jess Margera x F!Reader]

Desc: You and Jess have been best friends for almost a decade but have never dated despite what everyone says, though your s.os are not huge fans of your friendship.

A/n: so sorry this took so long decided to split it into two parts cos i knew it was gonna take forever so here you go! listened to a lot of paramore when i started this hence the title of the fic

Warnings: angst, swearing, arguing, toxic relationship

3.1k words

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Ever since Bam essentially 'brought you home' from the skate park at 14, Jess was not impressed. He passed you off as Bam's annoying friend and would roll his eyes and groan whenever you were at the house. At the time, you thought he was an asshole kid as he was only a year older but acted as if he was above it all but it also could've been a shitty attempt at flirting. One day, Jess was particularly rude and it just so happened you were particularly snappy that day too.

"Bam, when are you gonna stop bringing this girl around if she's not your girlfriend?"

"Oh I'm sorry Jess, am I disturbing your peace?" You spat, Jess visibly taken aback by your sudden snark.

"Yeah you are actually, I can hear your annoying voice from my room." He scoffed, turning himself to go upstairs.

"You know what, let me join you so you can hear my 'annoying voice' even clearer." You happily jumped up off the couch, a smug grin plastered on your face.

"That's not happening."

"Oh come on Jess, stop being an asshole and let her go with you. Then maybe you'll start to like each other." Bam called out, too focused on the video game him and Dico were playing to reprimand you.

Jess glared at you, huffing as he climbed the stairs, you skipping along behind him. As you got to Jess' room you wasted no time in snooping, admiring all the band posters plastered on the walls and kicking the dirty laundry that littered the floor. You got to his chest of drawers and went to open the first when a hand grabbed your wrist.

"Do you mind not snooping?"

"Why? Porn mags in here or something?" You smirked as Jess' stink eye remained, moving to sit on his chair as you continued your prowl.

"You know I listen to like, all of these bands right?" You spoke, pointing to the posters that littered Jess’ walls.

"Sure you do." He sighed.

You flipped your head around annoyedly.

"Oh come on. You don't think I listen to fucking-" You began pointing to various prints.

"Black Sabbath? Slayer? They're classics."

Jess cleared his throat and scratched the back of his head.

"You really listen to metal?"

You smiled, turning to face Jess and folding your arms.

"What? Just cause' I'm a girl I can't listen to heavy metal? That's not very progressive of you."

Jess looked a little embarrassed, staring at the wall instead of at your smug face.

"Maybe you should give me a chance instead of dismissing me as one of Bam's dumb skater friends huh?"

Jess met your eyes then as you widened them, smug grin still remaining.

"Maybe I should."

***

After that fateful afternoon you and Jess became the best of friends, even closer than you and Bam ever were. Although you spent a whole lot of time together, you at cKy shows and rehearsals while he came to watch you skate, you never did end up together, despite the relentless comments you'd receive from everyone around you.

"Oh come on, you guys are practically dating without the sex and that's like the best part!"

"Shut up Bam we are not."

Many nights of drinking with Bam and his friends ended up like this one way or another.

"Dude you have to admit, you and Jess are way closer than any other guy and girl I know, I'm surprised your guys' boyfriend and girlfriend don't get pissy about it." Ryan spoke up, taking a sip of his beer.

"Daniel and Jess are friends." You rolled your eyes.

"Oh and are you and Julie the best of pals too?"

"Shut up Bam, I like Julie she's sweet."

It was true, Jess' girlfriend was a perfect angel of a human and you got along perfectly fine though really you'd be lying if you said there was rarely any tension between you both. As you got older it became less normal for you and Jess to sleep over at each other's places or spend an excessive amount of time with each other as just friends, especially with the addition of boyfriends and girlfriends.

Relationships never seemed to last with either of you, not that you were ever really in love or invested in the person as much as you ought to be. And maybe a couple exes here and there weren't too fond of yours and Jess' friendship but despite everything, neither of you were ever romantically involved. Seriously. Never.

"You going to the bar later?" Jess asked from his drum kit as you sat on the basement couch, invested in the book you were reading.

"Huh? Oh yeah, but I'm not drinking."

"Why? You don't have work tomorrow, do you?"

You shook your head and bit your lip, still attempting to read although you had been struggling for the last twenty minutes as Jess played his drums loudly.

"Dan's drinking so I'm driving us home."

Jess narrowed his brows, scoffing.

"And? Get a cab or something, why should you sacrifice your night for him?"

"We don't all need alcohol to have fun, Jess."

"Yeah but you do."

You dropped the book in your lap, glaring at the man in front of you.

"Well I don't mind, he asked me to so I will. I'm a nice girlfriend actually."

"And is he a nice boyfriend?"

You rolled your eyes, flipping the corner of the page down and closing your book, there was no way Jess was letting you read anymore.

"Yes Jess, he is. I swear you've hated every ex of mine. Dan is literally your friend."

You sat up on the sofa and began gathering your things.

"Doesn't mean he's a good boyfriend either. Plus you've hated most of my ex girlfriends too."

"Well half of them did call me a bitch so."

Jess laughed as you pulled your jacket on, ready to head out. Although the conversation seemed light-hearted, there was an underlying layer neither of you wished to bring up. A common factor which influenced both of your past relationships.

"I'll see you later." You muttered, walking up the stairs with no further comments.

***

"I fucking love Boba Felt dude." Dico declared, taking a sip of his beer.

"You're such a dude." You laughed, enjoying your nerdy chat with your nerdy friend.

"The fucks that supposed to mean?"

"I dunno, every guy loves Boba Fett, he barely even speaks!"

"So?! Boba Fett doesn't need to speak, he's already badass."

As you laughed along, four words you never wished to hear were spoken from behind you.

"Is that your boyfriend?"

You almost shuddered as you heard them, turning yourself around to see what Raab was referring to. And in all his glory, Dan was facing the corner, zipping down his pants, ready to piss on the wall. It wasn't even midnight yet and your boyfriend was already loaded and set to make a fool of himself as he so often did when alcohol was involved.

"Shit." You spat under your breath, pushing yourself off your seat and rushing over to prevent the public urination.

"Dan, what the hell are you doing?! Stop it!" You whisper-shouted, pulling your boyfriends hands away from his crotch and attempting to zip up his pants.

"Hey, he needs to get out of here!" The bartender yelled once he spotted what everyone was staring at, already heading to get the bouncer.

"For fuck's sake Dan. How many bars are you gonna get thrown out of? You tryna set a record or something?!" You scolded, successfully buckling up your boyfriend's belt and pushing him towards the exit, knowing it was certainly time to call it a night.

"Nooo, I don't wanna go home. I'm taking more shots with Bam!" Dan slurred though he made no attempt to stop you from shoving him outside.

"You're done Dan. I'm taking you home." You tried grabbing his hand to pull him towards your car but Dan pulled his hand away forcefully.

"You're not my fucking mother bitch."

He probably had whiskey. That always made him angry.

"You're not gonna be let back inside, so I dunno what your plan is." You folded your arms. It was like dealing with a child.

Suddenly Dan got up in your face, enough so that the strong smell of liquor invaded your senses.

"Why are you such a controlling cunt?"

"Is there a problem?"

You and Dan both flicked your heads to the source of the noise as your face got hot, tears almost welling stupidly.

"Of course, here's Jess to the rescue!" Dan scoffed, backing away from you and throwing his arms up in the air.

"You gonna take her away from me and go fuck her Margera?"

"Daniel." Your face turned almost redder at your boyfriends crude comments as Jess walked towards the two of you.

"Hey man, you need to calm down." Jess extended his arm out to hold Dan away from the two of you, a stern look on his face.

"Oh fuck off Jess. Not my fault she doesn't wanna fuck you!"

"Dan we're going home." You couldn't listen to his words any longer as you walked towards Dan and grabbed his hand, pulling him towards your car once again but Jess called out your name, pulling your head towards him.

"It's fine. He's just drunk."

Jess looked almost scared, he didn't want you to go with Dan but he wasn't sure if he could stop you without a full on fist fight breaking out in the parking lot.

"Just call me when you get home, I'm leaving now too" Jess responded, feeling utterly helpless.

"Oh sure she'll call you. I'll call you instead handsome! How bout that?" Dan sneered after Jess as he stood watching you shove your intoxicated boyfriend in the car, then pulling out of the bar and down the street.

"Why'd you gotta be such an asshole Dan?" You muttered, face as red as a tomato from embarrassment.

"Oh sorry, want me to be nice to your little boyfriend? You know when I started being friends with Jess, I never went near you cause'- cause' you know I always thought you guys were together. Well you may as well fucking be!" Dan was almost yelling, slurring several words and throwing his arms around in the air dramatically.

"Dan you're just drunk, stop talking." Your grip on the wheel tightened as your fists turned a pale white, swallowing back your emotions.

"Stop talking? Where were you today, hmm?"

You bit your lip, trying to concentrate on the road rather than the drunk man berating you in your car.

"I told you already, Jess'. I don't know why this is a problem all of a sudden." Your voice was beginning to break as you spoke, Dan paying no mind to this.

"What so it was just you and Jess 'hanging out' alone? He didn't nail you did he?"

Tears began to roll down your cheeks as the language got crude and mean, like sharp knives cutting into you.

"He's my friend, Dan. He always has been." You mumbled through tears, eyes not tearing away from what was in front of you.

Thats when Dan grabbed your arm, tearing your eyes towards him for a brief moment.

"I don't buy it. He wants to fuck you and you know it. And you wanna fuck him too, don't you?"

You brought your eyes right back to the road to steer your car right to the side, foot slamming on the brake, jolting Dan forward.

"Get the fuck out." You swallowed, refusing to look at your boyfriend.

"So fucking defensive now aren't you?"

"Touch me again and I call the cops, I'm serious."

Dan scoffed, rolling his eyes.

"Are you fucking kidding me? C'mon babe."

"Get out of my car."

"We're on the side of the-"

"I said, get out." Your voice was stern and pointed, eyes never leaving to look at him.

"Fuck you." Dan swung the car door open and stepped out, slamming it and yelling obscenities at you as you pulled back on the almost desolate road, set on your course for a certain house.

Tears were falling rapidly as you drove, your hands wiping them away while you tried your best not to start sobbing, your eyes would be too blurry to drive then. It wasn't long before you pulled up to the house, Jess' car already in the front. You contemplated how you were going to get in, definitely not wanting to wake up Ape or Phil or even Bam for that matter if he made it home too. You sat in your car looking up at Jess' window, the thought of throwing stones at it crossing your mind for a brief moment before it dawned on you how easy it would be to scale the wall. You had done it a couple times as a teenager but now it seemed like your only option, almost like a cheesy 80s rom com.

You silently shut your car door and went about hoisting yourself up the rungs of a plant fixture April had set up years prior. Your boots weren't exactly the ideal equipment to wear when climbing up a house but your head was too foggy to care. Eventually you got to Jess' window and thankfully it was a crack open, allowing you to push your fingers underneath it and force it open enough to crawl through it quietly.

You looked over to Jess' bed, his bare back facing you as he slept soundly. He must've only gotten back a few minutes before yet when he drank he was always out like a light. You stood still for a moment, assessing the fact you had essentially broken into your best friend's house and was now about to wake him up with a tear-stained face. Your legs worked before your mind did, bringing yourself forward to sit at the edge of the double, hands shoving him lightly.

"Jess, Jess wake up." You whispered, ignoring the fact your voice was already breaking.

Jess stirred awake, running his hand over his face before turning himself towards you in a daze, calling out your name in confusion.

"What are you doing here? Are you okay?"

Your lack of response alarmed Jess as he sat up, turning his lamp on and raising his hand to rest against your arm.

"Did he hurt you?"

You had never heard Jess sound like that before. His voice was laced with all sorts of things, fear, guilt but most of all, anger.

You just shook your head, tears beginning to fall once again. Jess pulled you in to embrace you, your face buried into his neck as you let go, his hand moving up and down your back for comfort.

“What happened?”

You didn’t respond, your tears wetting Jess’ skin. The silence remained for a moment.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to talk about it right now.”

You nodded, pulling away and wiping your face.

“Is it okay if I stay here for tonight?” Your voice wavered.

“Of course. Here let me get you something to wear.”

Jess stood up and walked over to his closet, pulling out an old cKy shirt and sweatpants before handing them over to you, standing awkwardly in just his boxers.

“I’ll just-“ He turned his back to you, waiting while you changed.

“How did you get in?”

You bit your lip as you pulled the sweatpants up.

“I uh- I scaled your wall.” You tapped Jess on the back, letting him know he could turn around now.

“You scaled my wall? What like broke in?!” Jess couldn’t help but grin, pulling a laugh from you as he got back into his bed, switching off his lamp.

“I used to do it all the time.” You pulled the sheets back too, settling into Jess and resting your head against his shoulder.

“Yeah you’re not 14 anymore though.”

You smiled, wiping away the last of your tears.

“Sometimes I wish I still was.”

The room was silent again, Jess’ arm pulling you in closer. You thought of being teenagers again, when you had to steal beer and cigarettes from your parents to get drunk in your bedrooms and when passing algebra was the height of your concerns. When did everything get so complicated?

“If he ever hurts you I’ll beat his ass, okay?” Jess whispered, making you smile.

He held you until you fell asleep, and stayed holding you when the sun came up and creeped over your eyes, waking you. You felt content for a moment, feeling Jess' chest rise and fall, his breathing low as his eyes remained closed. You thought you could stay there for eternity, away from your problems and away from Dan. Dan.

"Shit." You pulled the sheets off your body and jumped up, searching around the room for your clothes from the night before.

As you kicked around the laundry on the floor in search, Jess stirred awake, rubbing his eyes and pushing himself to sit up.

"What are you doing it's only 9? You can stay longer can't you?" His voice was low and husky.

"I have to go, he's gonna wonder where I was." You swallowed thickly as you picked up your pants, about to strip off when Jess' voice called out to you with concern.

"Look I don't know what happened last night, but you were really shaken up. Do you think you should see him?"

Your eyes were brought up to Jess', his own filled with worry. You looked at the floor, biting your lip.

"You're right, I'm just gonna go back to mine."

Jess nodded, his shoulders relaxing.

"You can keep the clothes, I don't mind."

You smiled as sweetly as you could, still feeling a lump in your throat but choosing to ignore it as you grabbed whatever you brought and opened Jess' window again.

"Jesus Christ, go out the front door, idiot." Jess fumbled with his sheets, getting out of bed and opening his door.

"Everyone's in work or asleep."

You laughed at his attitude as you headed downstairs.

"They probably saw my car too."

"You think they care if you slept over? You're part of the family already Y/n."

Once you made it to the front door you turned around, smiling at those words. It was true, you had been an honorary Margera long enough.

"That doesn't make us siblings does it?"

Jess laughed, shaking his head.

"Go home."

You smiled as he opened the door for you, walking out and looking back for a moment to see him smiling right back.

Part Two soon...

@gnarkillknoxville @jackussy420 @steve-osahottie osahottie @izzaaaaaa @lovexjoe @stratossphere

[asskickedbygirl]

Totally fair! Hope everything is going good for you! ☺️

thanks you too! ngl i’ve just been watching south park 😭

[asskickedbygirl]

Yo, what happened to posting on tuesday??? 😭😂

IM SORRYY 😭😭 i might work on it this weekend i’ve just been busy with school and get exhausted when i acc have time to write but it’ll be up it’s just taking sm longer than i expected

[asskickedbygirl]

ahhh omg, actually foaming at the mouth to see you’re writing more jess and ville fics, love your writing so much

thank you!!! reminds me to get back on it… must write

[asskickedbygirl]

would you tell us what you’re working on and when they might be published? sorry if im asking too much here, no pressure <3

also i just want to say, i think you’re a really incredible writer. you’re so good at characterisation and genuinely im so excited to see how you improve with your skill and see your future work. please keep up the amazing writing :)

wow thank you so much!!! sorry i haven't published anything in a while but i promise i haven't given up yet!! i really love writing and am always seeking out how to improve and you saying im good at characterisation has fr made my day!! like i have a very solid character for each guy in my head from the amount of content i consume so im glad someone views them the same as me lmfao

i have a few ideas that i haven't written yet so here are some of them.

jess fic: its a long bsfs to lovers one with a lot of angst and some smut too. should be coming out tomorrow or tuesday!

ville x reader: honestly not too sure of plot yet so feel free to send requests for ideas cos i def wanna write one

haven't got a plan for radio bam ep 5 mainly cos i haven't listened in a good while so i may pick it back up again if i have any more ideas (feel free to send)

i have a lot of requests but im not sure if im feeling any atm... if you have any pls send them on like i won't guarantee that ill write them but if there are any good ones ill definitely write them for you! also if there are any reqs you sent that you really want me to write just send another req and i might write it im just a little swarmed lol. i really love getting reqs and messages so send them on whenever <3

[asskickedbygirl]

dico definitely loved south park