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camaro-and-smokes · 2 years ago

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Let Me Be the One

Chapter 1: Hysteria (When You're Near)

Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Billy Hargrove, Eddie Munson Tags: Mungrove, First Time, Lot of firsts actually, Friends to Lovers, OR IS IT, Gay Billy Hargrove, Bisexual Eddie Munson, Genderfluid Billy Hargrove, First Time Bottoming, Anal Sex, Safe Sane and Consensual, Angst, Fluff, Emotional Hurt, Billy Hargrove Needs a Hug, Modern AU, Unrequited Love, Pining

Summary: Billy chuckled at Eddie's enthusiasm. Whatever Eddie got into, he was into it one hundred percent and he wasn't ashamed of it. Which was why Billy had unexpectedly developed a crush on him. Or maybe it was something that would've happened eventually anyway.

Notes: This is my entry for Mungrove Week 2023 @mungroveweek for day 3: Firsts

Chapters: CH 1 [CH 2] / 2

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Somewhere in the outskirts of Chicago in mid-2000s...

Billy and Eddie were laying on their backs on the picnic table in the forest, sharing a joint. It had become a habit to hang around in the forest, because no one really went there for picnics anymore once a word got out that someone sold drugs there. Well, the one doing the selling was Eddie, so... They had a quiet place just for the two of them.

Billy took a drag and held the smoke in as he handed the joint to Eddie. Eddie glanced at Billy as he took it. “You’re quiet today.” Billy stared at the sky and the grey clouds that were hanging low. “Yeah... “ he started, then bit his lower lip as he tried to find the right words.

Get your shit together man, he’s your best friend, just ask him he told himself. The words had been so clear to him when he rehearsed them at home. All he had to do was to ask if Eddie wanted to go to a concert with him. One Eddie had wanted to go for months but couldn’t get tickets to. Tickets he had. Simple.

Yeah, if it had been anyone else but Eddie. His best friend. Who he had developed a massive crush on.

He took a deep breath and kept his eyes on the sky. “You got plans on Friday?” “I was thinking of planning a new campaign... Why?” Billy’s heart was thundering in his chest so hard he was afraid it would burst out. “Wanna go see Dio?” Eddie sat up so fast he almost fell from the table and fumbled with the joint, saving it from falling down onto the ground at the last minute. “What?!”

Billy grinned and looked at Eddie. “I got two tickets. Wanna go?” “Wanna go?” Eddie parroted. “Of course I want to!” he said, shaking his open hands in the air. Then he frowned. “How much?” Billy looked at him, confused. “How much what?” “The tickets, how much for them?” “I’m not selling them,” Billy retorted. “Not what I’m asking, Hargrove. The entire tour has been sold out for months. Who did you have to bribe to get them?” Billy smiled slyly. “I bought them the day they came on sale.” Eddie tilted his head as a stunned expression spread across his face. “Dude, seriously?! And you said nothing earlier!” “Well, I thought that if you got money, then I could tell you...” Eddie’s smile vanished, and he looked at Billy like a long-lost puppy. “You thought that I wouldn’t have money for them?” “I don’t know what I thought, okay?” Billy huffed. “I have the tickets. Do you want to go or not?” “Dude, chill. I wanna go. Of course I do.” “Okay. Great.” “Okay.” “It starts at seven. I’ll pick you up at half-past five, so we should make it on time.” A wide grin spread across Eddie’s face, and he jumped up to stand on the table. “I’m going to see fucking Dio! Yes!” he shouted and played a riff in the air with an invisible guitar.

Billy chuckled at Eddie’s enthusiasm. Whatever Eddie got into, he was into it one hundred percent and he wasn’t ashamed of it. Which was why Billy had unexpectedly developed a crush on him. Or maybe it was something that would’ve happened eventually anyway.

Billy had originally sought out Eddie for a few grams of forget-your-shitty-life-for-a-moment, but he’d found someone he actually could forget his shitty life with for a while longer. They originally bonded over listening to Metallica, but when Billy heard one of Eddie’s own songs and Eddie told him he wrote all the lyrics to his songs himself, he learned Eddie was also an avid reader of fantasy and horror literature and loved movies - just like he was. So they started hanging out more often and it didn’t take long until they were spending countless nights just talking or debating over whatever was on their minds at any moment.

Which was why the crush was awkward. They were best friends, doing everything together, sharing the shit in their lives with each other, supporting each other when life kicked them in the head. If Billy confessed to Eddie that he had a crush on him, he was sure it would most likely destroy their friendship. He knew he should just ignore the feeling, but it was so damn hard when he was always around Eddie. Because with him, life was a bit more tolerable.

The worst was that Eddie had never shown interest towards Billy in any other way than just as a friend. He always talked about just chicks, and he’d even gotten on second base with some, maybe even third - but they never talked about that. There was no way Eddie would be interested in Billy, no matter how big of a crush Billy had on him.

When Friday finally arrived, Billy was as antsy as he’d been when he’d had his first date. One that had been with a girl he thought he’d had a crush on. Thinking that if he tried to date a girl, something inside him would click back to place and he would become normal. But it had turned out that Heather wasn’t really interested in him either and that she was faking it as much as Billy. They’d ended up being good friends, though. And Billy didn’t have too many friends, so she was more than a welcomed addition. She also was a convenient help for Billy to appear normal, especially in front of his dad - just like he was for her.

Billy and Eddie had never been into a big concert like Dio’s was, so it was a first one for them both. It should’ve been just a fun night out at a massive concert with his best friend. But Billy couldn’t help but think that it was a date.

And it broke his heart that by the end of the night, even if everything went well, he wouldn’t be able to kiss Eddie nor to touch him the way he so much wanted. So he had to settle for this next best thing. Still, he made sure his hair was on point, wearing the Metallica shirt he’d ordered from a mail-order catalogue, his best cologne on. It wouldn’t hurt to look good anyway.

When Billy got out of the house, he drove until the part of the road that was sided only by trees and pulled over. He opened the glove-box and took out the mascara and the lip-gloss he’d nicked from Walmart a while back. Eddie had caused a mess on another aisle by leaning into a pile of mp3 player boxes, making it all crumble on the floor, allowing Billy time to do what he needed to. The concert would be the first time he would wear make-up in public. He would go out for the first time looking a bit more the way he always had wanted to look like. And he was happy that it was going to happen with Eddie.

He had barely parked his Camaro in front of Eddie’s uncle’s trailer when Eddie was already jumping out from the door. “Eager much?” Billy asked, amused, when Eddie plopped on the passenger’s seat. “It’s fucking Dio, man! Shit, yeah, I’m eager. Lessgo!”

They drove past the city limit, towards the highway that would take them to the city, talking about stupid shit. Until... “I don’t know how I really feel about her,” Eddie said, leaning his elbow to the door and his head to his fist. “I mean, I like her. Sure, she’s fun. And she’s cute. But she’s not that smart, not really. Whenever I try to talk to her about anything deeper, she ends up laughing at me like I said something stupid.” “Hey, the town is small as shit. The girls only need to look good enough to have someone marry them and have kids,” Billy replied. “It’s not like you’ll find anyone smart in there.” Eddie glanced at Billy. “I found you. You’re smart,” he said earnestly. Billy’s stupid heart leaped immediately into conclusions it shouldn’t and he scolded himself internally for it. “Uh, yeah, but, you know, I’m different. I’m a guy.” “I know. But you’re smart. The smartest guy I know - apart from myself, of course,” Eddie said with a smirk. “The only one I can have deep discussions in the early morning hours.” “Sure you’re smart, but you can’t pass Mr. Evans’ physics class,” Billy teased to make the discussion lighter. “Hey, not all smarts are equal!” Eddie said defensively. “You struggle with maths - despite killing it in English. It’s not like I’ll ever need to understand how circuit diagrams work. I will not be an electrician!” Billy glanced at Eddie, amused. “Yeah, yeah, you’re going to be A Rockstar. I know.” “Well, I am going to be that. Fuck school! All I need is to pass that one fucking class and I’m done with the whole studying shit.” He was silent for a while. He looked at Billy and his face softened. “And you’re going to be a writer. I just know it. You have a lot to say.” Billy could feel his cheeks heating. “It’s fucked up that you see through me like that,” he heard himself blurting out. But somehow saying it felt right, too. Though he wondered if that was so easy for Eddie to see what else he might’ve noticed. “I know you’re not like anyone else,” Eddie replied. “You’re one of a kind.” Billy bit his lower lip and could feel a lump swelling in his throat. “Thanks man. Right back at you.” “Shit, look at us. Getting all deep and it’s barely six pm,” Eddie chuckled. Billy barely managed a forced smile. “Sorry, man,” Eddie said suddenly, “for laughing.” He was silent for a long while. “But I mean it. You’re my fucking best friend.” “Same,” Billy replied, his cheeks burning. They both ended up swallowing hard. Billy staring at the road ahead, and Eddie looking out the side window.

They drove the rest of the trip pretty much in silence, listening to Dio sing about rainbow in the dark.

Both of them got excited when they got to the place where the concert was held. Eddie was almost bursting from his seams. Seeing him so excited made Billy happier that he’d been in ages. The tickets hadn’t been cheap, but they were definitely worth every cent. They bought t-shirts and listened to the other bands while waiting for Dio. Billy knew only a few songs from The Scorpions and Eddie got a bit heated about him absolutely having to listen to Deep Purple because apparently Smoke on the Water was a metal anthem. Who knew? But Eddie’s excitement was contagious and when Ronnie James finally took the stage, they both were pumped.

“Fuck! That was epic!” Eddie gasped when they sat back in the Camaro and started the trip back home. “Thanks, man. I’ll pay you back.” “Nah, no need,” Billy said, smiling. “It was a good gig. I gotta borrow some of your LPs tomorrow.” “Oh wow! Not just wanting to copy some of my mp3s?” Eddie asked, amused. “I guess I have to hear the earlier stuff from a record. Old school, you know,” Billy smirked. “Good, you’re finally gaining some healthy respect for the art. Just don’t scratch them.” Billy laughed. “Have I ever?” “No. Nothing I’ve ever burrowed to you has ever been returned in nothing but pristine condition.” Billy smiled. “Yeah, well, I like you. Don’t want to lose that.” Billy froze at the words he heard himself say. “I mean, I don’t want to make you feel bad. Ever.” Shut up you idiot he told himself, you’re just making this worse..

Eddie fidgeted with the chain that was hooked to the links on his jeans and looked at Billy, a smile tucking the corner of his mouth. Billy tried to keep his eyes on the road, but he couldn’t help glancing at Eddie from the corner of his eye. “What?” “Nothing. You just look really nice tonight. You’re wearing that mascara you nicked. It suits you. Brings out your lashes. Not that they really need that. They’re pretty as they are.” Billy had to bite his tongue. He could hear the blood rushing in his veins. “Thanks,” he said breathlessly. “What I said earlier, about you’re not being like the others...” Eddie paused. “Heather... She’s not your girlfriend, not really, is she? She’s just a friend. Right?” Billy swallowed. “What are you getting at?” Eddie looked out the window for a while, then he turned to look back at Billy. “You don’t really like girls. Not like that. I mean, I’m cool with it. It’s part of you, it’s who you are. There’s nothing to be ashamed of.” Billy could feel tears pooling in his eyes and he couldn’t help sniffling. “Hey, dude, pull over,” Eddie said, concerned. “It’s not safe to drive when you’re emotional. Your old man isn’t expecting you home any time soon, right? And Wayne goes to work early. He said I should be at home only by the time he gets home. Just...pull over. Please.” Billy did as Eddie asked. He couldn’t help but to let out a massive relieved breath.

His secret was out to the one person he wanted to tell for so long, but couldn’t find words how to.

Of course Eddie had already known.

Billy let out ugly sobs, and he could feel the mascara stinging his eyes when it washed away with the tears. Eddie placed a hand on his back, stroking it gently. “I...Ho—how di—did you know?” Billy stuttered when the sobs eased enough to allow him to speak. “I just could see it in you. Though you’re really good at hiding behind the facade you’ve built.” “But you saw through it,” Billy said quietly and glanced at Eddie, ashamed of his teary eyes and the mascara that was surely smudged all over his face. “Yeah. A while back, something changed, and ever since...the feeling just got stronger.” Eddie pulled his hand away and turned in his seat to face Billy. He fidgeted with the chain again, counting the links like a rosary. “Do you like me? I mean...not just as a friend. But more.” Billy squeezed his eyes shut, ready to fight another wave of ashamed tears. But the tears didn’t have time to fall before Eddie cupped Billy’s chin in his hand and leaned in for a kiss.

Billy could feel something warm and fuzzy swell in his chest. He was seen as who he was for the first time and that the one who saw him was Eddie.

And now Eddie was kissing him.

Billy set his palms on Eddie’s cheeks and pulled him in, deepening the kiss. Their position was awkward, the center console forcing a gap between them and the gear stick uncomfortably pushing against Billy’s side, but he didn’t care. Eddie’s lips on his were all he could think of.

Eddie pulled back a while later, and Billy leaned in to chase the lips he’d waited to kiss for so long. He opened his eyes with a sigh, with a sinking, horrified feeling that he’d done something wrong. Eddie looked confused. “I...I, uh,” he started. “I’m sorry.” Billy felt an ice cold chill running up his spine. “Don’t be,” he gasped desperately. “Never be,” he whispered. Eddie smiled a small smile before he pulled Billy into another kiss, this time into a hungry one. They were kissing sloppy passionate kisses, tongues lapping against each other, arms tightly wrapped around each other, hands trying to find a desperate grasp. “Fuck, I’ve wanted this for so long, you have no idea,” Billy whispered into Eddie’s mouth. “Yeah, me too.” The words made Billy’s heart sing. Eddie wanted him too. With those three simple words, all the darkness of his life was washed away.

Billy climbed over the center console, trying to fit in to Eddie’s lap. “Fuck this crampy piece of shit,” he said, making Eddie laugh. “Should we get on the backseat?” “Do we fit in there any better?” Eddie asked and kissed Billy. “I guess not,” Billy chuckled. “What if we...” Eddie looked at Billy with his brown doe eyes. “Wayne doesn’t mind you coming over, you know that. We just have to be quiet until he leaves for work. Unless you really want to do anything in here. But...it would be nicer in bed. Don’t you think?” “You won’t change your mind by the time we get there?” Billy asked cautiously. Eddie smiled and shook his head. “No.” “Okay, hang on for twenty minutes. Ten if I step on it.” Eddie smirked. “Better get stepping on it then.”

When they arrived at the trailerpark, they sneaked into the trailer, taking their shoes off already outside. Eddie took Billy’s hand and lead them into his room in the darkness.

When Eddie closed the door behind them, Billy was all over him, curling his fingers into Eddie’s hair, pulling him close and kissing him like it was the last thing he had time left to do in this world. Eddie found the waistband of Billy’s jeans and pushed his hands under it, drawing a silent moan out of Billy as he squeezed Billy’s ass. “Fuck, your jeans are tight,” he let out, making Billy snort. “I better take them off then,” Billy said, pulling away and started to undress. Eddie pulled off his own shirt, revealing his heavily tattooed chest. Billy could never get tired of looking at the intricate details of Eddie’s tattoos. Seeing them now, though, was somehow different, like he saw them for the first time.

Everything was different now.

When they had undressed, they looked at each other and suddenly Billy felt naked. Not as in not-wearing-any-clothes, but seen. Eddie took a step towards Billy, and wrapped his arm around his waist, pulling them against each other.

Billy reached his hand up and traced the lines of the black rose tattoo on Eddie’s chest with his finger. It was on Eddie’s skin because he’d asked Billy what kind of tattoo he should get. Billy had told him to get a rose, just as a joke. When Eddie had showed him the tattoo, he’d almost choked. Not because it was a rose, he had no doubts about that, but because it was drawn as a wreath around the demon that was on Eddie’s left pec. Over his heart.

“You got that for me, didn’t you?” he asked whispering. “Of course I did. You told me to get a rose.” “No, I mean the location.” Eddie smiled shyly and leaned his forehead against Billy’s. “Yeah. You mean that much to me.” Billy blinked fast to keep the tears that pooled in his eyes from falling. Eddie leaned in, peppering Billy’s cheek with tiny pecks, moving towards his mouth. When he brushed his lips gently against Billy’s and finally kissed him, Billy could taste the salt of his own tears on them. "I’m a fucking sap,” Billy whispered. “You’re perfect,” Eddie replied, and kissed Billy again, this time pushing his tongue between Billy’s lips, and Billy let him in.

Eddie moved them against the bed, and Billy sat down, breaking the kiss only for the moment he pulled back further on the bed, reconnecting their mouths when they were both on it. He welcomed Eddie on him by opening his legs and allowing him to settle his hardness against his own, that was already throbbing painfully. “You’re beautiful,” Eddie whispered, and kissed Billy so gently that he could feel the tears prickling in his eyes again. “Even though the mascara is all over?” Billy asked quietly. “Especially because of that,” Eddie smiled, and kissed Billy again. The kisses were now slow and tender, and Billy could feel himself drowning in each one. Even if this would the only time he could feel Eddie’s skin on his, his lips against his, his hardness heavy against his...all of it would be tattooed in his heart for forever.

“Tell me how to do it,” Eddie whispered. “Do what?” “Have sex with you.” “Aren’t we already doing that?” “You know what I mean. That. Billy’s eyes widened. “You want to do that? Not just...” “Well, I thought you wanted that.” Billy was speechless. “I mean...” Eddie continued when Billy said nothing, “I wanna do it. But just if you’re cool with it.” When Billy didn’t reply but just kept staring at Eddie, he asked: “Are you cool with it? Because we don’t have to.” Billy could feel himself blush and a smile forced its way onto his face. “I’m cool with it.” It was Eddie’s turn to blush. “Uh... Do you know how to do it? And before you start laughing, I know what goes where. I just...if it’s that simple, I don’t know that.” “Well, yeah, I know how, but I...” Billy felt suddenly shy and awkward. Eddie was surely far more experienced than he was. “You’ve never done it?” Eddie asked. Billy looked away. “No,” he whispered. “I’ve never...” “It’s okay,” Eddie whispered directly into his ear. “Me neither.” When Billy turned to look back at Eddie, surprised, Eddie looked back at him, smiling. Billy couldn’t help chuckling a little. “I thought you had...” “Nah. Wanted to save myself for someone special.” Billy could feel his whole face burning and he chewed on his lip. “I think it has to be prepped. It hurts otherwise. I tried...you know, with fingers.” “Okay,” Eddie nodded. “Just tell me how.” “Lube. A lot.” “Coming right up,” Eddie said, and leaned up to his nightstand. He rummaged through the drawer for a while allowing Billy to admire his naked body and tattoos.

Billy still couldn’t believe he was here, Eddie between his legs, ready to actually have sex with him. He had hoped for making out at best but instead, they were doing this. It was a dream come true, and Billy was so turned on that he was afraid that he’d come already when Eddie put the first finger in. When Eddie found the lube, he got up and squeezed the lube to his hand generously and laid on his side next to Billy. They kissed again as Eddie let his slick fingers wander down to Billy’s abdomen, brushing gently the trail of curls leading down to his crotch, and stroking the skin around Billy’s cock. Billy could feel the coldness of the lube raising his skin on goosebumps. “Go ahead,” he whispered, and opened his legs wider. Eddie brushed the sensitive area around Billy’s hole with his fingertips and gently pushed his index finger in. He stopped immediately when he saw Billy grimacing. “Don’t stop,” Billy said breathlessly. “I just need a moment.” “We’re not in a rush,” Eddie said, and kissed Billy. He continued pushing his finger further only when he felt him relax around it. “I’m not a girl who you need to sweet-talk to get her to let you fuck her,” Billy sighed. “I’m already here.” “No, you’re not a girl and yes, you’re willing alright. But you deserve to be sugarcoated a bit,” Eddie grinned. “Fuck you,” Billy said, blushing. “Planning on fucking you,” Eddie couldn’t help quipping, making Billy’s blush deepen.

They kissed the whole time Eddie opened Billy slowly. “I’m three fingers in. Do you think it’s enough?” Eddie asked. “Eddie, I haven’t had sex before. I don’t know,” Billy said, ashamed. “Okay, but...” “Let’s try. If it hurts too much, then...” “But I don’t want to hurt you. At all. I want you to like it.” “Eddie,” Billy said, pulling Eddie into yet another kiss, “just get the fucking lube and a rubber before I change my mind.” Eddie reached for the nightstand and rummaged through the drawer again, this time pulling out a condom. He put it on and lubed it. “How do you want it? I mean, I know we can do it in a few ways...” “I want to see your face,” Billy whispered. Eddie leaned on his other arm and positioned himself at Billy’s entrance. “Tell me if it hurts at all, okay?” Billy nodded and winced immediately when Eddie pushed himself in. “Hey, Billy, relax. I just barely got the tip in.” “You’re fucking big then,” Billy said and looked up at the ceiling, gritting his teeth. Eddie looked at Billy, chewing his cheek. “Are you sure you want to try this? Because, honestly, we don’t have to...” Billy was silent for a while, trying to relax. “Yeah. Let’s just get this over with.” “No, Billy. I want you to really like it. I really do.” Billy looked at Eddie and his soft gaze. “Go super slow. Okay?” “Yeah. Wouldn’t dream of anything else,” Eddie whispered, and kissed Billy again, thrusting further and stopping. “You okay still?” Billy closed his eyes tight, furrowing his brow, but after a while he let out the breath he’d been holding, opened his eyes and nodded. Eddie pushed further, bit by bit, again and again stopping and making sure Billy was okay. When he bottomed, he couldn’t help gasping. “Oh god, you’re so tight.” “I’m so fucking full,” Billy replied, still wincing. He wrapped his legs around Eddie and looked at him. “Go slow.”

Eddie was slow. Achingly so. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Billy. I don’t know why I never saw it before,” he whispered as he tentatively picked up the pace a bit. “Still sugarcoating me even though you’re already in,” Billy gasped. “Nah, not coating, just stating facts.” “Fuck you, Muns...” Billy’s sentence was cut short as he grabbed the sheet with both hands, his eyes wide open and his mouth opened into a silent gasp when Eddie brushed against his prostate properly for the first time. Eddie smiled, surprised, and repeated the movement. Billy moaned. “Shh, quiet,” Eddie chuckled. “You’ll wake up Wayne.” “Oh god, please do that again,” Billy begged. Eddie obeyed, thrusting in and pulling back just a little, keeping the friction on the sweet spot that made Billy writhe under him. “Does it still hurt?” “No...Eddie, I’m...I’m coming soon,” Billy gasped. “Yeah, come for me,” Eddie said breathlessly and started thrusting, carefully picking up the pace. It didn’t take many thrusts before Billy could feel the orgasm being released inside him. He wrapped his arms tightly around Eddie, who was now breathing heavily, chasing his own release. They kissed, and that made Billy spill his orgasm between them while groaning in Eddie’s mouth. Eddie followed him a moment later. They were breathing hard, still riding the high, Eddie resting his head on Billy’s shoulder. “Was it good?” Eddie asked. “Better.” “Yeah, for me too,” Eddie whispered into Billy’s ear and gave a peck on his cheek before he pulled out carefully. He helped Billy clean a bit, then he fell back on the bed.

They looked at each other, and Billy turned on his side, tracing a tattoo on Eddie’s ribs with his finger. It was the grim reaper, and Billy had always thought that it was, well, grim. “Why do you have this tattoo?” “The reaper?” “Yeah.” “To remind me I’m not immortal. He could wait behind any corner, and there’s no running away from him. Sooner or later, everyone will meet him face to face. So I want to live my life as full as I can before I meet him.” Eddie stretched his arm above Billy’s head on the pillows. “Come’ere.” Billy snuggled under the arm, his head resting on Eddie’s chest, sighing contently as Eddie wrapped it around his shoulders. “It’s why I’m here with you,” Eddie continued, laying a kiss on Billy’s head. Billy couldn’t believe what had just happened was real. “Was it really your first time?” he whispered. “Uh-huh,” Eddie replied sleepily. “I’m glad it was you and no one else.” “I’m glad you were my first too.”

In the morning, Billy woke up to the sound of something breaking and curses that followed it. The ceiling was lit red by the sun that shined through the red and black curtain that covered the window. He recognised the room immediately. Because the curtain was actually a Dio flag. He’d slept countless nights in this room and passed out on the bed he was laying in at least as many - but never like this.

He turned on his stomach and pressed his face against the pillow to inhale Eddie’s scent. Butterflies filled his stomach, and he couldn’t help chuckling a bit. He’d kissed Eddie. They’d had sex last night. Eddie had wanted him the way he wanted him.

He got up and grimaced immediately when he was reminded of what they’d done the night before. Of course everything would hurt afterwards. He should’ve known that. He pulled his jeans up carefully one leg at a time and headed for the bathroom.

When Eddie heard him coming out of the room, he peeked from the kitchen nook, grinning. “Hey.” Billy could feel his cheeks heating. “Hi,” he replied shyly. “I, uh, made some breakfast.” “You? Made breakfast?” Billy asked slowly, in disbelief. “Just leave it raw rather that burn it, okay? And leave at least one plate intact, please.” “Asshole,” Eddie muttered, but loud enough for Billy to hear that the tone was affectionate. Billy laughed - and winced. It would take some time for him to get used to the soreness, even though the reason was so worth it.

When Billy finally came back to the kitchen, Eddie was already eating. When he saw Billy, he beamed. “I made scrambled eggs. Only one plate was harmed in the process, but unfortunately, all the eggs were butchered in the raid. The ones that were left, I mean.” “You hardly can serve cereal to a bowl for yourself, so I’d say this is an achievement unlocked,” Billy grinned. “Hey!” Eddie retorted mid-chew. “I can still make your eggs vanish in the same place where the other eggs ended up if you’re not careful,” he continued, pointing his fork at Billy. Billy chuckled, lifting his hands in the air in a placative gesture and sat down, grimacing. Eddie looked at him, concerned. “Are you okay?” Billy took the fork meant for him and shoved it into the eggs. “I’m sure I’ll be fine. I’m just a bit sore, that’s all.” Eddie’s eyes widened. “Oh. Right.” He swallowed the rest of the eggs he’d been chewing. “I never thought of that.” He shuffled the eggs he had left on the plate and whispered: “I’m sorry.” Billy stiffened and raised his gaze to Eddie. “For what?” “Hurting you. I said I didn’t want to do that, and I did.” Billy looked at Eddie with a lopsided grin. “You also made me feel really fucking good. I don’t mind if this is the price.” Eddie blushed and looked down at his plate bashfully. “I’m glad that you liked it. I liked it too.” Billy was floating in the air. “What happens now?” he asked cautiously. “What do you mean?” Eddie asked. Billy looked at his plate. “What are we now?” “We’re best friends, right?” Billy frowned. “Yeah, sure.” “Does that have to change?”

Billy could feel his stomach sink and he lost all his appetite. He tried to find words for his astonishment for a while. “Is that it? Just friends?” he asked, hoping that he sounded less desperate than he felt. “Even though what we did last night?” Eddie stared at his plate and chewed his cheek. “Billy... I liked what we did. But...” He paused and dropped his fork on his plate. “I don’t know how to feel about... about being with a guy. In a relationship.”

Billy stared at his plate. He knew he should feel something, but he just felt numb. Because this was what always happened to him. Life gave him a taste of something good. Made him think he was worth something and then slapped him in the face just like his old man. With vengeance.

Without a word, he got up and headed towards the door. “Billy! Don’t go, please,” Eddie said, and tried to grab Billy’s arm to stop him. ”It’s not that I don’t want to be with you…”

Billy whipped around and shouted: “Don’t!” Seeing Eddie flinch made Billy deflate and he could feel the bitter tears of disappointment in his eyes. “Don’t bother,” he said with a quivering voice and left.

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strangerthingfanfic · 2 years ago

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Chapter 1: Billy

Dec. 20, 1984

Billy heard his father's footsteps heading his way. At that moment he was glad Max was at Lucas's house, she was safe.

Closing his eyes Billy let half his conscious wonder to his safe place. A place he found when he was just five years old trying to escape the pain his father caused.

He was still able to placate his father's enjoyment of screaming though due to his ability to separate his consciousness into two.

The room was pale white and had a bed. His uncle, Martin, usually came by unless he was busy but he could always count on his uncle's friend, Henry to be there.

He was a rock that he didn't have in the open world. He wished he knew where Henry and his uncle were but they said it was safer he didn't know.

And just like he thought Henry came in as soon as he arrived and sat next to him. “It's ok William, this is a safe place, talk to me”.

Billy started telling him about being forced to move from California to a small town called Hawkins and how his dad has become more violent towards him and more demanding.

“Henry, all I want is to come live with you and Uncle Martin with my sister, Max, and be safe,” Billy said, his tears soaking into Henry's shirt.

“There there William, soon you shall be free of his cruelty as will Max” Henry started to say when Max's voice rang through the room “Billy wake up don't die”. Then came a male voice saying that he is on life support and only time will tell.

Billy brushed away tears and stood up. “Thanks for being here Henry but I have to go,” Henry thought about grabbing Billy's arm but thought again.

The kid was strong, much stronger than an average person his age. He needed to be calm and wait for him to see that he is the only person who cares.

Dec. 21, 1984

Billy groaned trying to sit up. “Mr. Hargrove please don't try to move, you're seriously injured” the doctor said in shock.

He stopped trying to get up but when he opened his eyes and saw nothing that panic mode switched back on.

“Billy it's Max, Neil threw Clorox in your eyes for some reason and the doctors aren't sure you'll get your vision back but if I know you, you will,” Max said through tears.

Taking in deep breaths Billy knew he had to calm himself for Max.

“You're right Maxy, I don't need to see to be better than Harrington at shit. Yeah Harrington I smelled you're cheap cologne” Billy sarcastically said trying to hide his own fear.

Steve groaned and said “glad to see you'll be alright Hargrove. Max is welcome to stay with me until you are better”.

“What about mom, Max?” Billy questioned confused with the offer.

“They arrested both of them Billy. Neither one can hurt you anymore. Max told me about how Neil beat on you and how Susan just let it happen” Steve answered with actual empathy in his voice.

Billy stayed quiet. He was trying to process everything going on. “Hey Maxy, could you let me talk to Stevie boy here alone for a few?” Billy finally asked as calmly as he could.

Max looked at Steve who nodded and said “sure thing Billy. I'll be right out in the waiting room with Mr. And Mrs. Harrington”.

Billy waited until he heard the door shut behind Max and then said weakly “Steve if something happens and I don't pull through there is an envelope of money in a hidden compartment in the top drawer of Max’s nightstand. I put a hundred dollars in there once a month from what I've been making as a swim teacher to young kids. There should be a good thousand or more in there. Please make sure they never get custody of her”.

“I promise Billy but I know your to stubborn to let this be what takes you out” Steve joked trying to lighten the mood. “Plus, if you die now, how am I going to win the title of keg king back from you” Steve said and they both laughed.

Dec. 25, 1984

Billy couldn't believe he was still in the hospital and still very much blind and unable to move very much even though the doctors were amazed at how well he had healed at this point.

Hearing the Christmas music made him think about the fact he was alone in a hospital bed on Christmas. He was used to Christmas being another excuse for his deadbeat dad to drink and beat him but at least when Max came into the picture he could make it special for her.

Not this year though. No matter what he was a screw-up this year. He hadn't been a good brother to Max and sure in the hell couldn't give her whatever Christmas the Harringtons were. When he saw them again he would talk to Mr. Harrington about legally adopting Max even though they had started the paperwork for him to do it.

He heard his room door creak open and multiple footsteps but no other noises.

“Who's there?” Billy asked in the most demanding tone he could.

“It's us Billy” Max said softly and Billy let himself relax. “Merry Christmas Billy” Max said as she took his hand in his.

“Merry Christmas Maxy” Billy replied holding back the tears that wanted to flow. “Sorry I couldn't do anything for you” Billy continued, the sadness echoing in his voice.

“Billy Hargrove is that defeat I hear in your voice” Steve mockingly with a slight laugh. “Have I finally beaten the reigning King of Hawkins”?

“Nah Harrington, you will know if I ever lie down in defeat. I'm just worried Max isn't having a great time having to listen to you try and sing carols” Billy retorted.

Max laughed and then said “I got the best Christmas gift ever this year Billy. Not only can those people never hurt you again but you are legally my dad. The papers came through yesterday”.

Max flung her arms around Billy when she finished and he could feel the teardrops on his arm.

Billy rubbed her back and tried to stay positive but all he could think of was how was he going to afford a place to live, food, and everything else she was going to need while he finished his last year in high school.

“Oh and you own the house and now have control of Neil's fortune,” Max said gleefully.

“The downside Hargrove, my parents have offered to be your guardians until you finish high school so we are gonna be living together for a while,” Steve said with a groan.

Billy tried to come up with a retort but couldn't so he just held on to Max.

The sound of a wheelchair coming into the room piqued his interest.

“Billy, you are coming home to spend the rest of Christmas with us” Mr. Harrington said.

With the help of a couple doctors they got Billy into the wheelchair and headed home.

Dec.26, 1984

Billy still couldn't believe how lucky they had become in just a few days. I mean except for being blind, Max now had a semblance of normalcy.

Max had gone out to try her new skateboard and see Lucas.

Billy was just relaxing on his bed when he heard someone approaching. He tried hard not to go into his protective state but it was harder than it seemed.

“Hey Billy wanna shoot some hoops” Steve asked suddenly. “I can't see how the hell am I gonna play ball” Billy grumbled.

Before anything more could be said, Steve had grabbed Billy’s arm and dragged him outside and put the ball in his hands.

“Now are you going to play or am I gonna woop you're ass on a forfeit” Steve mockingly said.

It worked and Billy started to dribble the ball and before stave knew what hit him he was flat on his ass on the driveway and Billy had scored.

“Plant you're feet, Steve,” Billy said and with precision, he found Steve's hand and helped him off the ground.

Meanwhile

Henry paced back and forth in the white room. He expected to see Billy again now that he had so many health issues but he didn't.

Brenner came in and put his hand on Henry’s shoulder. “Don't worry my boy, we will see him again. Now how about we head to the upside down and do some work” Brenner said smiling and Henry followed.

Chapter 2: Hello San Diego

The sun hit Billy's face and he knew they were in San Diego. Back in California.

It was what Billy needed after having to learn to navigate high school blind.

The hardest part was the braille. Surprisingly though Steve and Max also took the time to learn.

Steve had been his rock since the attack by Neil. Each day it was harder and harder to say goodbye for classes or goodnight when it came time for bed.

He was trusting someone, something he had never experienced before. He didn't mind Steve guiding him around new places or reading things like homework to him at home.

Billy also knew he felt something else for Steve. A warm feeling that made him want to just cuddle up beside him on the beach and lay there holding each other feeling the cool ocean breeze against their skin.

He was glad when Max told him that Steve said he would drive her, Lucas, and himself to California.

He was concerned about Max sharing a room with a boy but Steve was on top of it and got a suite with two rooms. He would share a room with Max while Steve bunked with Lucas.

Of course, Max and Lucas weren't too happy but they bit their tongues and agreed to the terms.

Honestly, he was upset as well because he wanted to share a room with Steve. But he was on vacation with him so he was happy and smiling.

Steve looked over at Billy and smiled. He liked Billy's smile and it was plastered on his face. He hadn't seen him smile like that since they started back at school.

Though the bullies were quick to stop bullying him when they found out he could still deliver an ass-kicking without his site. He even kept his spot on the basketball team.

He checked the rearview mirror and smiled at the site of Lucas and Max asleep with their heads on each other.

It was perfect. Kids in the back sleeping while he drove them to an amazing vacation. The one thing that confused him more than anything was that he was glad it was Billy who was next to him.

He never thought about being with a guy for a lifetime. He had slept with Tommy but that was more of a quick romance that fizzled out.

But now he wanted this to be forever. To be his life until he died peacefully next to Billy in old age.

Steve shook himself out of that daydream. He knew for a fact the big tough guy next to him was probably straighter than a ruler.

“Hey Harrington I might not be able to see but I can feel the car swerving a bit. Trying to get us all killed” Billy said, snapping him back to the task at hand, driving.

The rest of the trip to the hotel was quiet. Billy had placed his hand on Steve's knee when they swerved and was about to remove it when Steve placed his free hand on top. And there it stayed until they reached the hotel.

“Will you guys just kiss already?” Max said sleepily from the back seat.

Both men blushed scarlet red making the two in the back laugh.

Out of nowhere though Billy put his hand around Steve's head and pulled him in for a deep sensual kiss earning a gross echoing in the back seat.

When Billy was about to let go, Steve placed his hand behind Billy's head and held him there.

Neither man wanted to break the kiss but they both had to breathe and so they finally did.

“I knew it. You and Dustin owe me $20 bucks each” Max said laughing.

Billy and Steve laughed and ushered the two in where they got the keys to their suite and headed upstairs deciding after so long in the car they would bring stuff up later.

That night after they had food and the two kids called their friends back home the four of them just lounged in the common area until it was time for bed.

Billy gave Steve a tender kiss goodnight while Max and Lucas kissed each other good night and started to head to one of the rooms together.

But before Lucas and Max could go beyond the threshold, Steve took Lucas’s hand and guided him to their room.

Billy then had Max guide them to their room.

Both being met with grunts and pleas that fell on deaf ears.

“Tomorrow will be fun. We will see Argyle and then head to the beach where I can try to teach you three to surf” Billy said getting into his bed.

The light snoring from the other bed made him smile. He was glad she was finally getting some real sleep and God knew he needed some as well.

And with that Billy closed his eyes and fell into a peaceful sleep.

In the other room, Steve was reading a book that Robin had suggested while Lucas was working on a character sheet for their Dungeons and Dragons game.

Steve wished Robin could've joined them but he was also kind of glad none of the others did. He wanted this alone time with Billy.

“Does Billy not want me with Max? I don't think he likes me because I'm black” Lucas said out of nowhere.

Steve put down his book and sat up looking straight at Lucas.

“I'm not going to lie, that was an issue for him at first but he's grown to care for you. I hope the two of you can talk alone while on this trip.

He loves you with Max but neither of us are going to let two fourteen-year-olds sleep in the same room. We were that age once you know” Steve said ruffling Lucas’s hair.

“We wouldn't do that” Lucas argued but the look on Steve’s face said that conversation was over.

“Good night mom,” Lucas said sarcastically. “Good night son” Steve replied with a laugh and they both fell asleep.

#stranger things #billy hargrove #fanfic #max mayfield #billy deserved better #ao3 fanfic #steve harrington #ao3 tags #stranger things fanfiction #fanfiction #harringrove #lucas stranger things #lucas sinclair #max x lucas

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Many people have already said this sentiment, but the most upsetting thing about the push for queer and NSFW content online in order to Protect The Children, is that I remember a time when kids had places to be online that was for them.

And I don’t mean places like kid show forums which some could argue “I as hiding predators”. I mean when Disney channel and Nickelodeon and Cartoon Network had websites filled with games. PBS and games for girls and cool math. I don’t know if some version of these are still out there but a lot of them were run on flash so when that died so too did dozens of places kids could be and play games. Social media is not for children. It’s not fun or healthy or normal to constant wonder if you’re doing the right thing or seeing good clothes or looking cute for others. The causal way comment sections will be so horrid and then say “if you didn’t want this you should’ve have put it online. The real world won’t care about your feelings” as if any of them worked have the courage to say that shit to people irl

Also the growing stigma that being sexual or having sexual thoughts is immoral or wrong or evil. Yes boundaries yes there are places minors shouldn’t be. But as a teenagers I knew my peers were having sex even if I wasn’t. I clicked on the yes I’m 18 on live journal when I was curious about a fanfic. But as a child there were games and just THINGS I COULD OCCUPY MY TIME WITH in a safe way. And now every game has to be on a console and cost 60 to 80 dollars. Making a social media account is free. And while I’ve met some wonderful people thanks to social media even as a young teenager things just Are Not the same.

And it’s just so terrible that “keeping kids safe” only amounts to “make sure adults who are sexual in a separate space are punished, and anything queer is buried” when that does nothing to help anyone.

Like you have to BUY things on gumroad. All the NSFW is behind a literal paywall so the only people who can access it are those with money. The proverbial child would not be able to see that stuff. And the horny teenager WILL find porn if they want to like many teenagers of the past have done. Sex is not evil and the way to protect children is to talk to them about it so instead of being some big mystery they have to look at in secret, they’re well informed about their own bodies as well as how to spot people trying to lie to them or take advantage of them.

Companies have made being online only about popularity and algorithms and showing you the new new new right now now now. Archives are no longer the norm. Finding stuff from 10 years ago that still functions the same is impossible without emulators. Broken links that will never be kids. They gave the kids nowhere else to go aside from social media and decided horny adults keeping to their own spaces were the issues. They don’t give us a place to be separate anymore to be kids or adults. They mash us all together and then take away things for all of us.

There used to be games on the computer man.

GUMROAD IS BANNING NSFW CONTENT IN THE NEXT 24 HOURS

I haven't seen anyone talk about this yet, so I might as well.

They've updated their content policy to comply with payment processor Stripe and Paypal's censorhip. They gave 24 hours. On March 16th 2024, Gumroad TOS will no longer allows sales of any written or drawn nsfw content.

This is going to hurt for so many creators. Giving that little time leaves people's source of income wildly unstable, especially with such a huge overhaul of what content is allowed.

I hate this. I hate what censorship is turning the internet into. I hate that nsfw content creators keeo getting pushed to the fringes, that they need to digitally migrate so often, because nowhere can be trusted to allow their art for long.

I don't know what to do next, there isn't some sort of "here's what you can do to help!" People just deserve to know.

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multistanisms · 2 months ago

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Let Our Circle Be Unbroken; Prologue | NCT

FANDOM: NCT

PAIRING: Jaehyun x Taeyong, Yuta x OC

WORD COUNT: 1,703

RATING: PG-13

POTENTIAL TRIGGERS: Mentions of violence, blood, pain, animal death

SUMMARY: Surviving a near death experience comes with a lot of surprises when warlock Jeong Jaehyun finds a dragon in a place that holds tragic memories for him. Nothing is as whirlwind, though, as when Jaehyun begins to meet the little clan of misfits Taeyong has gathered over the years and a mystery is revealed.

Author Notes: Reposting this from my archived blog to update the links [cuz I do not remember how to log into my old fic blog]

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‘Shit. This is bad. Really bad.’ Jaehyun thought as he ran. His magic enabled him to carry an unnatural speed in his rush, but the blood seeping from his side was an impending sign of how quickly he could lose consciousness if he wasn’t careful. He could hear the hunters, however, so stopping was not a viable option. The small group was far enough out of reach to not make a direct hit on him with their weapons but still close enough to hear their hounds and shouts. Humans with little more than fear and a prejudice against those who were different. Jaehyun was no fool to think he was immune to the tragedy of the human mind; he’d lived long enough to know better. No one who was born supernatural - even humans who happened to have a supernatural ancestor and ended up gifted - could escape being the object of human failure.

This, though, was by far the closest in centuries the warlock had felt close to death. Even his magic was waning, losing it’s precision as his vision began to blur and darken at the edges. ‘Fuck, I’m running out of time.’ The thought hit him harder than a swift punch to the stomach or an unexpected kick to the nether region, and the warlock dove into the shadows of a nearby alley, cloaking himself. A swift escape was of utmost importance if he planned on surviving the wound in his side and keeping his eyes; the thing Jaehyun knew they would take as a trophy from his death. Dark hair was caked with sweat and Jaehyun is glaringly aware that he needs to focus on escaping or he may not make it to see the sunrise. His manor isn’t safe anymore, he knows that. If they could flush him out from his café, they no doubt knew where his home was. His other properties were currently being used as safehouses, and Jaehyun was in no way going to kickstart any stress or shock to those guests. A shaky breath shook Jaehyun’s body as he closed his eyes, glamour falling. As he looked up at the sky, he opened his eyes, revealing reptilian green irises accented by rainbow slits. His glamour wasn’t a priority compared to the situation he was in. A breath taken too hard made him wince as he leaned his head back against the dark grey terracotta wall.

‘Damn it, Jaehyun, think.’ he scolds himself, hand pressing to the gunshot wound in his side. ‘Think, think, think. Somewhere. There has to be somewhere.’

He’s jolted back to reality viciously when the renewed sounds of baying from the dogs is suddenly much closer. Large hunting breeds, vicious when they find their intended target. Fear riddles through Jaehyun’s blood like a discarded cigar on gasoline, and there’s a sudden flash through his mind. The answer is a risk, and there are so many emotions that bubble through his heart, but escape is at his grasp and he isn’t going to squander it because of a past he’d rather forget. Hope blooms to simmer down some of the fear, and his eyes ripple to life, glamour and natural color fighting as he brings the necessary casting rune to the forefront of his mind. He knows he has one, maybe two or an even slimmer three chances at this before he completely loses consciousness from the blood and he’s killed by fangs and crossbows alike. He traces the rune over the concrete, begging for it to work. Uneven breath halts when the magic fizzles and dies, leaving a pale shape on the cement. ‘No. Damn it to hell.’ he thought, frantically scribbling the rune on the cold pavement again. ‘Not here. Not like this. Please, no.’ Every fiber of his being was focused between panic and the need to escape. The rune fizzles at the edges and Jaehyun’s heart begins dropping before the magic sticks and the rune changes shape into the round portal that offers him escape. He moved to toss himself through the hole when his relief was cut short. A loud growl and sharp pain exploded over his arm as one of the dogs located him. With a yelp, Jaehyun’s balance was lost and he fell into the space, dragging the canine with him into the brief abyss before he crashed into a table on a large porch that gave way.

Air left him in a rush and a weak groan, the overall pain finally making it almost impossible to stay awake. The dog released his arm and went to find purchase elsewhere when something snatched it up, and Jaehyun was vaguely aware of potential danger when he heard the brief scuffle of his predator becoming prey instead. Danger. The manor in the field wasn’t safe, either, it seemed. His vision was nearly completely black at this point, all he was aware of was black and rainbow dancing before him as unconsciousness took him hostage.

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Dragons had long faded from the forefront of the minds of the normal humans, but it wasn’t so simple as they had died off or been killed. Most had merely learned to stay in their human forms when among the masses, clans separated into smaller numbers to keep the species safe. Lee Taeyong was the youngest of the small sect from his clan, and the first to leave to find a clan of his own. His older sister, Areum, and their parents supported the choice, knowing full well that Taeyong had never really been able to be happy among only dragons.

“Something else calls to you, little brother. You have to follow that to find your happiness.” Areum had told him as he had prepared to leave. IT was an emotional goodbye, but somehow, Taeyong knew he was heading into great things.

And so the young dragon had gone off, found a clan of his own, and though the ranks weren’t large, the overall species was well mixed. And sometimes the clan had their own business to attend to, which was how Taeyong had found himself wandering the world, looking for a kind of vacation home for when the clan could reunite under one roof again. He had found one and had been working on remodeling and repairing it. The walls had all come down at their own pace, and the dragon had replaced them all and brought the house back to a lovely splendor. The high, covered wrap around porch was carefully set with a few swings, tables and chairs. Various plants were hung from the edge of the covering, a few potted plants settled among the railing around the porch. What had been an abandoned mansion that felt tragic and hopeless had started changing into a loving space. There was no furniture, but that would come in time. For now, the most important part was complete. The building was ready for it’s first bout of excitement when the clan gathered, and Taeyong was happy to think of that as he sat on the porch swing near the front door with a hot cup of tea as he watched the fall leaves drift about on the wind. His dream of making the property a home was almost done. A large garden ran along the west side of the mansion, a flower garden with a large pond and gazebo just north of the back entrance of the house. Imagining the fun and laughter that would one day be had made him content and he was humming softly to himself when there was a ripple of magic that pricked at his senses and made the hair on his arms stand up, goosebumps tracing up pale skin even under the soft, warm fabric of his favorite hoodie. Said goosebumps shivered briefly into black and rainbow colored scales that faded faster than they appeared.

Curious, Taeyong reached to set his cup on the side table next to the swing, standing to walk down the porch steps and look around, hand resting on the large picnic table settled onto a large stone garden setup he had made for au fresco dining. Face contorted in confusion, he hummed curiously, moving to turn back when the magic came back in a much stronger wave, and Taeyong shifted out of protective instinct. The strong scent of coppery blood hit his nose first, then a loud crash and growling. When the intruding creature realized there was someone else, it released its prey to charge at Taeyong, only to wind up eaten by the large dragon. Tension still in his muscles, he turned his attention to the now destroyed table. The tabletop itself was surprisingly intact, the legs, however, would need to be remade. Now, though, with the immediate threat out of the way, the dragon brought himself closer to the scent of blood to better investigate. What he found was startling for him. The male was unconscious and very hurt, and despite the wounds and ragged breathing, Taeyong could see the male was beautiful. Magic was a palpable taste in the air, telling Taeyong the young man was likely a warlock or witch. What struck the dragon as odd was the intense need to save the other.

Shifting back into human form, he lifted the other with ease, forgetting about the blood around his mouth and on his clothes as he carried the male into the mansion and laid him on the couch. “Where did you come from, beautiful?” he asked, looking over what he could to assess the damage. Blood had dried the male’s clothing to his skin, and there was a chunk of the man’s arm from the animal biting him. It was a lot to patch up for just one dragon, so Taeyong made a choice as he wrapped the dark blanket he’d been using around the unknown male. He walked to the porch to grab his phone, dialing a number as he knelt by the couch to brush his hand through the dark hair of the hurt man. When the other side fo the line picked up, Taeyong smiled.

“Hey there, handsome. Are you and Arashi free? I need some serious help and your girl has the best magic to do so.”

#locbu #my fics #making a fantasy…a beautiful galaxy ✾ my fics

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cjoatprehn · 1 year ago

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Halloooooooo~

Happy Best friend day to all Besties! And happy Labor Day (at the time I posted and queued this it was Labor Day).

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Safe, eyestrain-wise. However, this video features a South Park scene sound used in the duetted video.

So the following FYI is required:

I don’t like or watch Family Guy, The Simpsons, or South Park. I genuinely just don’t—vibe with those kind of shows. Put a sour taste in my mouth, memory-wise, and trauma-wise.

Now that’s out the way:

Safe for now:

That’s all I’m terms of content there will be more.

However…

I have an unfortunate event, that confirms that I can’t catch a break for Shit. I have been on tiktok for a bit, but that may be cut short. Not only is my account being targeted and jumped by bigots, but I’ve had several account strikes been added to my account for things that have not happened in my videos. But I exist and it triggers folks.

I had to post a goodbye tiktok and pin it to my profile. As it stands, I’m getting account strikes and posts taken down. Today warranted a Goodbye post for the instance my account gets struck down unfairly, because if even an archived and privated Tiktok story gets taken down for Hate Speech, when it’s a post I added with credit to my tiktok story about how billionaires are thought to be reacting vs. actually reacting to climate change?

I don’t quite feel okay with or safe with doing much on my tiktok account anymore, let alone my backup.

So I have reciepts of what’s been happening in my iCloud note, which I will link here for y’all to view and read through. Other than that, I’ll be YouTube and hopefully her and other places. So I have my website in my bio. Here’s the iCloud note link. Have fun.

Have an awesome day, y’all! Be safe!

Art dumping time. I’m just going to—dump.. art. And then pin to the top of my profile so..

Just dropping these here.. and I may not be on Tumblr much, but I have notifications on if you submit in something or send an ask or, Send me a message

But otherwise?

Here’s my about me.. and um.. yeah.

And…if you’re interested:

#art #receipts #tiktok #labor day #eyestrain #fantasy #signal boost #mental illness #character art #mental health #fantasy art

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warcriminalcommie · 2 years ago

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Hey guys welcome back to another episode of Ay ruining your day because HAAAA.

Felt like we needed some depressing shit here that isn't depressing in the "What did you do you to him? Wh-Why? I'm gonna go vomit now what the fuck did I just read—" way so have angst. :bbg_emoji:

Also if you feel like you've seen this before, that's because you probably have. I yoinked this from my Wattpad because I'm (not) cool.

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Blue Or Brown, Can't Remember

It's been a few months since Deimos had passed. Almost more than half a year. Specific period. But that's because that event kept haunting you, replaying in your head. Hah, replay. Even thinking of that word reminds you of his stupid song that he'd bug you with. Funny how you'd describe it as him annoying you back then when now you'd do anything for him to just come back and pester you with his stupidity just once more.

You really couldn't get your mind off of him. Everything would remind you of him and the stuff you'd do together as friends. As friends. Nothing but friends. That's what it was, what it was and what it always will be due to you taking him for granted. You thought he'd always be there. That one day, you'll eventually get the courage to confess to him. Or hell, maybe he'd confess to you! I mean, he did seem to take an interest in you. But that'll remain unknown for the rest of eternity, or at least the rest of your life, because he's gone. Gone forever.

You didn't even get to say goodbye. You weren't even there when it happened. Every day you keep thinking about it. All the 'what if's and 'if only's filling your brain. Just like how it's filling it right now, as you sit here and ponder your now meaningless life.

"What if I was there?"

"What if I took the bullet instead of him?"

"If only I saved him."

"If only it could've been me."

These thoughts kept harassing you. You couldn't take it anymore. It was all you could think of. You could barely experience any form of happiness without you being pulled back into this state of constant, unhealthy grief.

"If only, if only, IF ONLY!!" You screamed out, tears in your eyes. You didn't even care if Hank or Sanford heard you from their rooms. You just couldn't take this anymore. It was literal hell on earth.

Hell on earth...

Huh.

Makes you wonder where your beloved little chain-smoker is right now. The thought had just popped into your head. Now instead of regret, you felt fear. Fear, worry, and concern. You hoped that he was somewhere safe, his soul resting in peace from this hell you all called Nevada.

You shook your head, trying to get these thoughts away. But you couldn't. God, how much you missed him. His dumb jokes, his stupid personality, his voice, his scent of tobacco, his eyes... His...eyes... Huh. Now that you think of it, you can't even remember his facial features, or any of his features for that matter. You had a hint in your head that his eyes might have been either blue or brown, but you can't seem to remember.

That thought made you get up from your bed to go and look for a photo of him, or anything similar to that. You looked and looked until it hit you that you haven't kept any sort of archive of him. That thought made you freeze in your place. Tears started stinging your eyes, the sour feeling setting in. The fact that you don't even have anything to remember Deimos with broke you.

You immediately and frantically opened your phone. You scrolled and scrolled on every app that you had, back and forth and went through every single piece of data there. And... Nothing. No chat logs, no conversations, no images, nothing. It can't be possible... Can it?? Oh, wait...

It can.

And that's because in a fit of pure anguish, you decided to erase what little you had of Deimos left on your device so you can forget about him. So you can heal faster. It all moved to your "Recently deleted" folder, but you had forgotten to move the files back where they belonged. As for the chat logs... They never had any hope of being restored easily after you deleted them. Only someone with complicated tech knowledge could do that job so easily.

Someone like him.

And there you go... Remembering him again... Gosh, you really were dependent on him, huh? You started to think about life before him. It was... Bad. To say the least. It might just be because of the fact you lived in this pathetic excuse of a state, but who knows? You certainly don't since your view of the past, yourself, everyone and the whole fucking world has been contorted after this little incident

It's all just so absolutely meaningless now. So worthless and nugatory. It all felt so dull without him. He was the spark of joy in your life that you didn't know you needed. That you didn't appreciate enough. That you took for granted.

You sighed, laying on your bed again, staring at the ceiling. You felt the tears dry but then you just burst out, again. You took a shaky breath, trying to regain composure. You felt so hopeless. It just hurt so much to cry over and over again. You couldn't take it anymore. To make it all even somehow worse, your nose had started burning thanks to all the tissues. You tried to take deep breaths to calm yourself by at least a bit, but you simply kept breaking down mid-breath.

Choking on your own breath and panting heavily, you sighed, tears falling down your face. You were so damn exhausted from crying. It felt like shit, but you couldn't stop. Your heart was pounding like crazy, and your lungs felt like they were beating. It started to physically hurt you. Is this how Deimos felt?

...

Why?

Just why?

Why did you have to remember him again? And why did it have to be that memory out of everything?

Why couldn't he leave your mind? Why couldn't he let you be? Why can't you just let this thought disappear? Why can't you repress it like all the horrible things you've repressed?

Was he haunting you? I mean, in your current state, you'd probably be delusional enough to believe that he does still live on as some sort of undead entity. Thankfully, that thought didn't cross your mind. Yet.

Trying to clear your mind out of all these thoughts just made you feel worse. Again. All you did was remember how you could have treated Deimos better. All the insults you'd throw at him, all the hits, punches, kicks, all the mean comments. You meant it in a joking, friendly, light-hearted manner. But it still made you feel like shit.

What if he didn't catch the hint?

What if he took it as genuine?

What if he hated you all the time?

What if you hurt his feelings?

You just broke down again at these thoughts. Something that made it all worse is that you actively denied these comments and actions to be jokes. Deimos seemed to take it well, but would seem hurt from time to time. You couldn't tell if he was being sad as a sort of joke of his, or if he was genuine. It still hurt to know that.

Fuck. What if he did actually have feelings for you and never confessed because of these comments? What if he felt the same way? You couldn't tell which thought hurt more. The one about him hating you in silence, or loving you in silence.

It hurt. It hurt so much. You just wanted your consciousness to be taken away. You couldn't even dream about any more happy moments with Deimos.

What if you were nicer to him?

What if you actually confessed?

What if you were there for him?

What if you didn't let him split and leave you?

What if you took his place?

What if?

What if.

WHAT IF?!

...

But it doest matter.

Because he's gone.

Gone forever.

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lmao loser.

Still nervous about posting shit onto this hellhole woo.

#madness combat x reader #deimos x reader #madcom x reader #madcom deimos x reader #mc deimos x reader #madness combat deimos x reader #Angst #Ok I have no other fucking tags #also Target is a corrupt organiza—#cross posted on wattpad #Criminayl Writez.#Yes that's gonna be the writing tag stfu.#Edit: ok I hate this piece of writing now.

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aithorin · 4 years ago

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You’re Mine - All Smite x Reader (18+)

Summary: After trying to leave town, Smite shows you exactly who you belong to

Warnings: Villain AU, Villain!All Might, Possessive Behavior, Dominance, Mildly dubious consent (i.e. you don’t explicitly say yes), Vaginal fingering, Unhealthy relationships, Unplanned pregnancy

Archive Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25469632

Very much NSFW!

Stepping through your front door, All Might expected to hear the usual snide remark about how rude it was to barge into someone’s house unannounced float down the hall, but all that greeted him was silence. Closing the door behind him, he walked further inside and called out your name, but got no reply. The apartment was well and truly empty. Arriving in the living room, All Might let himself sink onto your couch, a creak emitting from it at his weight, and soon let himself become preoccupied with his thoughts.

Something didn’t feel right. You should have been home right now. After all, he knew what your schedule was like. Not because he cared about you or anything though. He just kept himself up to date on your life, so that he wouldn’t waste his time coming over here if you were busy. He usually only came over to blow off some steam, so coming at a bad time would only make things worse. Frustrated and horny were two emotions that did not mix well with All Might. As such, he kept himself in the loop on your daily life. It was a purely selfish motivation. Except, it had apparently backfired since you weren’t here. He could feel the beginnings of frustration crawl up his spine at your absence mixing with something he refused to name (though if he really examined it, the feeling would probably be identified as worry), and with a growl escaping from his lips, he jumped up off the couch to see if he could find out where you had gone.

Beginning in your bedroom, the first thing he noticed was that the place seemed emptier. To the left, the closet doors stood wide open with a few clothes barely holding onto their hangers while the majority of them held nothing. The knick knacks and stationary that dotted your desk were nowhere to be seen. Looking toward the back, he saw that your nightstand had been completely cleared as well. Your room looked like something out of a hotel rather than a space you lived in. Observing your bedroom, All Might knew you had haphazardly packed and left to go somewhere in a hurry, but looking even closer, he realized that it looked like you had no intention of coming back. Nostrils flaring in anger, he stewed about what could have possibly made you leave so quickly, leave him so quickly. Didn’t you know that you belonged to him? It was almost laughable that you thought you could leave. You were his. His toy to do with as he pleased, and you should have known better than anyone that he was very possessive of his toys.

Turning around, he stomped in the direction of the bathroom to continue his search. First, he was going to figure out why you had left. Then, he was going to find you and drag you back if he had to. And finally, he was going to fuck you so hard you wouldn’t ever think of leaving again.

Walking into the bathroom only confirmed what he already knew: you had fled, but from what he still had no fucking clue. The space was completely bare, all of your toiletries gone. He was about to leave when he caught sight of a little trash can placed next to the toilet. Taking his time to examine it, the pieces of the puzzle behind your disappearance began to click in his head, and the second it did, annoyed anger turned into full-blown rage. For there, nestled right at the top, was a plastic stick with a plus sign on it. He vowed right then and there that he was going to make you pay, and without another glance, stormed out of the apartment, intent on finding you immediately.

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Nervously glancing down at your watch, you ducked into a nearby alley, using it as a shortcut to get to the train station. With your suitcase bouncing on the gravel behind you, you chanted in your head, “5 more minutes. 5 more minutes, and I’ll be at the train station. 5 more minutes, and I’ll be on the train, heading away from him. 5 more minutes until I start my new life. 5 more minutes until I’m-we’re safe.”

Taking deep breaths to calm yourself, a sigh of relief escaped your lips as you spotted the other end of the alleyway. Right around the corner was the entrance to the train station. With each step, your surroundings grew brighter and a bounce in your walk seemed to grow with it. You could almost taste the freedom. One more step and you’d be out-

“And where do you think you’re going?” a familiar voice growled, yanking on your arm to tug you back into the shadows of the alley.

“Damn, so close. I really hope he doesn’t kill me.” you thought.

Turning around, you craned your neck up to meet All Might’s infamous blue eyes. Fuck, he looked really angry. It’s ok, you could talk yourself out of this.

Putting on a brave face, you steeled yourself to lie your way through this encounter. It didn’t matter how you felt about him. You had to get him to let you leave after this-and in one piece. “Hey All Might! Didn’t I tell you? I have an out of town business meeting this week and-”

Cutting you off, he leaned down to get eye level with you. “DON’T lie to me girl. I saw your apartment. You have enough shit in that suitcase to last you for a lifetime. Now I’ll only ask once, What. Are. You. Doing.” he spit out.

Taking a moment to study him, you tried to gauge his behavior. He was angry angry-like angrier than you had ever seen him before. Did-did he know? You thought to yourself momentarily before mentally shaking your head. No, there’s no way he could know. I’ll just play it off. Tell him a half-truth and push him away to distance him from me. Let’s hope he doesn’t snap my neck over it.

Raising your half-lidded eyes to meet his, you shrugged simply replying, “I’m leaving.”

“Why?” he bit out.

Stepping back to place some distance between you two, you crossed your arms as you began to get irritated with him. “Does there have to be a reason? Maybe I just got tired of your annoying ass and decided to leave town since I’ll have to go god knows how far to get you to leave me alone.” you scoffed.

Taking a step towards you to close the distance you had tried to create, he snarled “Watch your tone girl. I’m already upset with you. You do not want to make me angrier. Don’t forget who you’re talking to.”

Beginning to circle around you, like a bird eyeing its prey, he let out a tut. “But back to the matter at hand...we both know that bullshit excuse of yours isn’t true, so why don’t you be a good little girl and tell me the real reason.”

Stiffening at his words, you tried to deflect. Still feigning nonchalance, you rolled your eyes, letting out a sigh, “Why does it even matter to you? I’m just your fuck buddy, sometimes an occasional person to talk to. So why the fuck do you even care what I do? Either way, I’m replaceable. Just go find another hole to stick it in, and I’m sure you’ll be juuusssst fine.”

As soon as the words left your mouth, All Might whipped his head around to stare at you, giving you the most scathing look you had ever seen. Harshly grabbing a hold of your arms he brought you close in a grueling grip before hoisting you up. Before you could even think, he jumped into the air, the force behind it rattling the buildings in the alleyway. Moments later, you found yourself on the balcony of your apartment, still held tightly in his arms. Dropping you down, he nodded towards the back door.

“Open it.” He stated in a tone that left no room for argument.

Digging out your keys, you silently followed his commands. As soon as you slid the door open, he bent down to go inside. “Follow me. NOW.” He demanded.

Filled with anticipation, you trailed along behind him until he came to a stop at your kitchen table. Seeing what was on the table, your mouth immediately went dry. At your reaction, a sneer started to make its way across All Might’s face.

“It matters to me because of that,” he stated, nodding his head towards the test on the table, “Mind explaining what it is?”

You could still fix this. So he knew you were pregnant, big deal. You just had to convince him that it wasn’t his. Swallowing nervously, you let out a shaky laugh. “That’s what’s got you so worked up? That has nothing to do with this. It’s not even yours. I told you, I just didn’t want to see you anymore, so I left.”

Advancing towards you, he backed you up against a wall before leaning down to whisper in your ear, “Do you take me for a fool girl? I’m the most powerful man in all of Japan. Are you really so naive to think I don’t keep tabs on you? You should know by now that I don’t share, so I know for a fact that my dick’s the only one that’s been in your dirty little cunt since we met. I warned you not to lie to me before, so if you know what’s good for you, I’d suggest you drop this little act and tell me the truth.”

Now you knew it was too late. He definitely knew it was his and he was angry. At the fact that it was his baby or that you had lied you didn’t know which. Either way though, your charade was over. You had no idea what was going to happen now. With tears shining in your eyes, you defiantly lifted your chin up to glare at him. “Fine, I’m pregnant and it’s yours, is that what you wanted to hear Toshinori?” Softening your voice to a whisper you repeated, “Is that what you wanted to hear?”

Letting out a watery laugh, you shook your head muttering, “I don’t even know why it matters. We both know that you have absolutely no desire to be a father. You’re a villain for god's sake! A child won’t fit neatly into your lifestyle. Hell, I don't even fit neatly into your lifestyle now. We barely know each other. I’m just a quick fuck to you. That’s all this has ever been and it’s all that it needs to be.”

Looking at him directly in the eye, you pleaded, “Just let me go, and you’ll never see either one of us ever again. If you let me leave here safely, I promise that you won’t ever hear from me. It’ll be like we never even existed to you.”

Letting out a laugh, All Might looked down at you with a smirk, “Let you go? There’s no way in hell I’m ever letting you go, especially now. Not that I was ever planning on it, but this little development,” he took a moment to lower his eyes to your stomach, “just became my insurance. You’re mine… forever now.”

He could see it now. Coming home to you every night. You, greeting him at the door with a child on your hip. Thinking about it caused something to twinge in his chest. Normally the thought of a family and children brought an overwhelming disgust to the forefront of his mind, but the thought of a family with you brought forth a wave of completely opposite emotions. He told himself that it was only pride at the thought of you fat with his kid, yet there was an underlying emotion of happiness as well.

Meanwhile, you were going through a series of emotions trying to decipher what he meant exactly with his words. It was always so hard to tell what All Might was thinking. Most of the time he was very flippant during your interactions, choosing to tease or flirt with you during your time together. He could never be serious with you about anything (unless it was about sex), so you had always assumed you were some sort of fling since he never bothered to get to know you. So what exactly did he mean by “forever?” Did he mean it, or was it just some sort of way of feeding into his ego? You could admit that you did have fun together. He loved to tease you, (he considered finding new ways to push your buttons a sport) and he did come see you at least once a week, often choosing to stay at your place for the night rather than leave. But you never thought he meant anything by it. His mood could switch so easily that you had learned to never read too much into his actions.

Despite his somewhat dismissive attitude towards you though, some part of you had fallen in love with him during the course of your relationship (against your better judgement) and you treasured every moment you spent with him. God knows you should’ve never gotten involved with him, but being with him just felt right. From the moment you met him, you knew that nobody else would ever make you feel the way he did. Although you had feigned indifference, claiming you were nothing more than fuck buddies, your relationship with the infamous villain had moved past that some time ago. You had just never known what it had moved into until now. His declaration seemed to indicate that he did care about you in a way that extended past a fuck but you couldn’t seem to wrap your head around the fact that he cared about anything other than himself. Almost certain you were dreaming, you voiced your thoughts aloud.

“Care about you? Of course I care about you, why else would I have wasted so much time on you. I swear you ask the stupidest questions.” He scoffed, “How many times do I have to tell you that you belong to me and only me? Maybe it’s about time I just showed you instead.”

Somehow he stepped impossibly closer to you, placing one arm above your head to keep you thoroughly trapped in place. Standing so close, you could feel the hardness of his dick pressing into your thigh. Breath held in anticipation, you silently watched as he traced the pad of his thumb across your lips with his free hand. Shoving the top of his finger into your mouth, he looked down at you commanding you to suck on it and you instinctively started to swirl your tongue around it. Watching you appreciatively, he let out a hum as he declared, “This filthy mouth of yours is mine.”

Pulling his finger out of your mouth, a string of saliva followed after it. Eyes glued to him, you watched closely to see what he would do next. Your deep breaths echoed throughout the room, but it was blocked by the sound of your heart pounding in your ears. You could feel your pulse beginning to pick up as tingles of desire started to dance across your flushed skin. Body tense with excitement, a heat started to spread throughout your body heading straight for your core at his touch.

All Might continued carving a path down your body, ghosting a hand over the length of your neck and coming to a stop at your breasts. “These are also mine.” he growled out, giving them a squeeze as he gave a light tug on one of your nipples. At his touch, a breathy groan escaped your lips as a wave of desire caused a fresh layer of wetness to coat your pussy. Your hardened nipples ached for more attention, but before you could even blink, his touch was gone, causing you to whine in protest. All Might paid you no heed though, much more interested in making his toward the final stop in his exploration of your body.

Skimming over the flesh of your thigh, his hand slowly started to climb their way up your skirt. Unconsciously, you spread your legs to allow him better access, causing a smirk to make its way upon his face at your display of eagerness. Finding the outline of your panties, he trailed a lone finger up your slick before gently flicking at your nub. Withdrawing his hand, he took a long inhale of your scent before raising the digit up to his mouth to lick it clean. Smacking his lips, All Might fixed a roguish grin upon you before leaning down to lay his palm flat over your pussy, his thumb beginning to rub slow circles around your clit. “And this ….this tight little cunt of yours belongs solely to me. You belong to me”

With that, he leaned over to capture your lips in a kiss, forcefully pushing his way in to deepen it as much as he could. His tongue smothered yours in a play of dominance, but you met him head on, arching your back into his chest in an effort to raise your head for a better angle. Seconds later, All Might abandoned his task of keeping your arms trapped in favor of using his hands to rip your shirt off. Never once letting go of his lips, you shrugged out of the remains of your shirt as well as your bra. Chest now bare, All Might seized the chance to lavish attention upon your breasts. Lifting you into his arms, his lips began to move away from yours, causing you to whine in disapproval. The whine soon transformed into a gasp as he kissed his way down to your breasts before taking one in his mouth and cupping the other in his hand. Swirling his tongue around the tip, he began to gently nip and tug at your bud all while fondling the other held in his hand. Every movement elicited a moan from you, and you took the opportunity to thread your fingers through his blond locks, tugging on them to bring him closer.

Soon though, it wasn’t enough. Your core felt hot as your body began to hunger for him. The beginnings of a fire had been stoked and soon you were consumed by it. All you could sense was him. The sensation of his lips upon yours. The feel of his hands on your skin. But it wasn’t enough. There was a want, no-a need, for All Might to touch you more. To touch you there. Only he could satiate this impossible, overwhelming craving. Your fingers clenched around his hair as your pussy throbbed from desire.

”Ple-please I-I need more,” you breathed.

Lifting his head to meet your eyes, All Might asked, “Mhm what was that princess? You want me to touch you?”

Diverting his attention from your chest, his fingers once again made their way under your skirt, teasing the edge of your pussy in long, languid strokes.

“Look at that, so wet, and it’s all for me. Are you really that desperate?” He taunted.

Pushing your panties aside, All Might slipped a finger inside of your cunt eliciting a gasp from you at the sudden stretch. Teasing your clit in small circles with his thumb, he slowly began to thrust his index finger in your pussy, twirling his finger around inside of you to toy with you even more. Every movement drew out a moan from you as he worked you open with expert ease, knowing exactly what to do to make you crumble into the palm of his hand. Not long after, he added a second digit and increased the pace, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. You could feel yourself on the precipice of release when suddenly All Might’s fingers abruptly slowed down, reeling you back and refusing to let you fall. Tears of frustration sprung to your eyes as the coil within you ached for release. All Might continued to torment you, building up the speed of his thrusts, bringing you to the brink of an orgasm, like a wave crashing onto the shore, but every time he sensed you were about to come, his touch would disappear without ever allowing release. Every time he denied you, the coil inside you wrung impossibly tighter, so tight that it felt like it was burning you from the inside. Your head spun from the need for release as tears leaked from your eyes. Beads of sweat decorated your brow as your breathing morphed into a heavy pant from the physical exertion All Might was putting your body through. Letting out a cry of frustration, your body bucked against him, looking for some much needed friction, but All Might only let out a tut at your miserable state.

“What do you want, girl? I want to hear you beg.” He sneered at you, flicking at your clit.

“Please-please let me come A-All Might.” You pleaded, letting out a moan as his fingers sunk inside your pussy.

“You know that only good girls get to come. Good girls who know who they belong to. Now tell me (y/n), have you been a good girl?”

“Y-yes, I’ve been a good girl. I promise to always be a good girl. Just please let me come.” you begged, mind hazy from his ministrations. At this point, you would say just about anything to please him if it meant that you would get to come.

“Really?” he says, sounding surprised, “Because good girls know who they belong to, and it seems like you forgot that today. I will only ask once, who do you belong to y/n?”

His tone turned impossibly dark, and with it his fingers plunged even deeper into you, giving you hard thrusts in time to his words.

“Y-you. Only you,” You groaned out.

“I want to hear you say it.” Pressing his face against your ear, All Might’s warm breath hit your face as he harshly whispered, “Who do you belong to?”

“I belong to you All Might!” you cried out as he scissored his fingers inside you at the exact same time.

At your reply, a pleased smile spread across his face as he purred out, “Good.”

With that, his fingers gave a brutal thrust, sinking into your cunt so deep they seemed to physically push you over the edge, the coil inside of you finally springing free. At having been denied so many times, your orgasm flooded over you, the force of it stealing the breath from your lungs. You gasped as your cunt clamped hard around his fingers, your orgasm so violent that you started to see stars. White hot waves of pleasure crashed over you, wracking their way up your spine, clouding your vision as your body trembled from trying to keep up. Your senses became numb as a sea of ecstasy engulfed your body. The only thing you were aware of was the pleasure coursing its way through your body, and you voluntarily let yourself get lost in the sensations, letting it completely consume you. You barely even noticed your body crumpling against the wall, completely giving out. Strong arms caught you as large hands wrapped around your back to brace you.

After what felt like hours, you finally began to descend from the high of your orgasm. Slowly recovering, your limbs shook as your senses came back to you. When you regained your vision, you raised your head to meet All Might’s eyes, your breathless, panting gasps being the only sound to fill the air. With his anger finally abated, a gentle, calming peacefulness filled the room, the likes of which you had never experienced with All Might. He kept his eyes trained on you, studying you in a way that you had never seen. It looked like he was looking at you for the first time, seeing you in a new light. Without even seeming to realize it, he raised his hand to rest his palm against your stomach in an almost (dare you even say it) tender way. Having never seen him behave in such a way (and doubting you would ever see it again), you held your breath, savoring the moment.

All too soon though, the moment broke. Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, All Might’s face regained his usual wicked smile as he stood up.

“I hope you’ve learned your lesson, princess.” He stated, beginning to make his way toward the door. “Try anything like that again, and I won’t be so nice.”

Opening your front door, he turned back once more, pinning you down with his blazing blue eyes. “I have some business to attend to now, but I’ll be back in awhile. I’ll be visiting more often to check up on our little development. Expect me soon.”

Then, without another word, he was gone.

Staring at the place he had stood moments ago, your head spun as you tried to make sense of everything you had learned about the man from this encounter. You knew that you would never be a normal family (you were having a baby with the number one villain after all), but in his own sadistic, overly possessive way it seemed that he cared.

If you were smart, you would’ve left him a long time ago. But in reality, that option ceased to exist the moment you met him. There was no going back after meeting a man like All Might. Really though, you found that you had no desire to go back to your life before him. Something about him drew you in and refused to let go. You knew that what you felt for him was love, but you were much too scared to ever admit it outloud. Strangely though, you found comfort in the fact that something about you seemed to attract him towards you in much the same way, as he always came back. And if tonight was any indication, it seemed that he had no intention of letting go. You weren’t so naive to assume he loved you in the traditional way, but deep down, so deep he would never fully understand it himself, there had to be a small fraction of him that loved you as you loved him. You knew you would never have a perfect relationship with him, hell you doubted that you would even have a healthy one, but maybe, just maybe things would be alright in the end.

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marunalu · 3 years ago

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Mind if I vent to you about my annoyance about BakuDeku? I don’t hate the ship nor the character if was written right he could have been INTERESTING. But no every time he has ‘development’ he just goes back to being a jerk and I WANT to like him. I want him to be interesting but now I’m mad that they didn’t make Shoto the rival. Because have you seen his backstory? That would have been interesting and I see so many interviews where even Hori is confused so he might be forced by the editors to include Bakugou so much. Because editors have that kind of power it’s how we got Yugioh card game on motorcycles! It’s frustrating oh and don’t get me started on how I go into the Izuku tags and nearly HALF the content is Bakudeku! That’s what starting to get me to dislike so much BakuDeku. I feel like I’m going insane as it’s shoved in my face! He’s a jerk and yes he’s good looking but Izuku deserves better!

I agree completly with you and please you can always come to me if you want to rant over bakudeku! This ship is a no go for me, because shipping an abuser with his victim is plainly wrong! Its not even an enemy to lover ship and people who claim it is, really should research the term. IT ISNT! Just like you I really wanted to like bakugou at first. I was looking forward to his character development and redeeming himself! The problem is that his writing is so terrible inconsistent and dragged out for over 300 chapters and EVEN NOW his character is still almost the same like how he was at the start. The only thing that has become better is that he doesnt try to kill izuku anymore and screams die every 10 seconds! But Bakugous core character, in other words where the problems of his personalty come from is still the same! Arrogant to a default, still sees himself as someone better then others and his wish to become the nr 1 hero has still to do with the wish to "be the best" and not to safe and protect others out of selfless reasons! He still screams bloody and murder and has childish temper tantrums like a 4 year old! He still treats his classmates and espicially izuku like shit! Still insults them, still bullys them, still screams at them, still gives them insulting nicknames, still shows no respect for them! Bakugous "care" for izuku comes simply from his wish to beat ofa. Beating ofa means, he is better then all might. And thats his sole goal! To be stronger then the greatest hero ever was! He helps izuku train ofa out of completly selfish reasons - to see how far izuku has come to control it, his archivments with it, what kind of quirks the other past ofa users had and in general how strong izuku is growing! That information is important for him, so he can find a way to beat izuku one day! Bakugou himself told izuku that nothing will EVER change between them. That his goals are still the same! And bakugous goals are to beat ofa, to become the nr 1 hero and to become stronger then all might! Thats a simple fact bakugou stans and bkdk shippers like to ignore! The last straw for me was the so called "aPOloGy"! That was the biggest insult to human intelligence possible, because it wasnt an apology in the first place! It was self-justification and victim blaming izuku! And the most terrible thing about it is, that 90% of the mha fanbase did fall for it!

To speak about shoto, not only would he have been a greater rival character then bakugou (its pretty clear that it was horis plan at the start, but his editors forced him to shuff bakugou more into the plot, because of his growing fanbase), shoto is also a way better deutagonist and izuku even mentioned that shoto has the backstory of a shonen protagonist! Heck even iida makes a better rival. Rivally doesnt mean, two characters cant be friends, look at ichigo and uryu from bleach. THATS how you write a rivally between friends, not whatever hori is doing with bakugous and izukus relationship!

But you know what the funny thing is? That the reason why I hate bakugou and bkdk so much is actually the fault of his fans and the shippers! Not only cant you go to the bnha or mha tag without being SPAMED with it from all sides (thankfully I blogged all the tags and since then its easier then before), the bakugou fans and shippers are so freaking insane and aggressive to everyone that says EVEN ONE crytical word about bakugou that you could think we killed their dog or something like that! They simply cant accept that not everyone worships bakugou like they do! They simply can not process the possebility that people have different opinions, tastes and views about things! Bakugou is a fucking FICTIONAL character for gods sake!! WHY is it so important if some people dont like him?! He is a bunch of drawn lines, he will neither marry his fans, nor lick their pu$$ys or suck their d*cks! HE IS NOT REAL! And still his stans are ready to treat real people like the absolute worst (just like him I guess) over a stupid character on paper! Give them death treats, insult and bully them, tell them to off themself. Tell them they are to stupid to read or "yOu JUsT dOnT unDeRStaNd HIs CHaraChTEr, buhuhu!" Like bit** I understand his character perfectly well, I just simply dont like it!!!

And when it comes to bakugous looks, I just dont get the appeal honestly! In my eyes he is really ugly and thats most likely because 80% of his screentime he makes very ugly faces and grimaces! The few times he makes a normal face he looks okayish, but still nothing special. Look at izuku, shoto and iida, even kirishima and kaminari! THESE are pretty boys! Bakugou looks most of the time like the lovechild between a rapid chihuahua and a gremlin on steroids! And lets be real here, if bakugou would look like lets say mineta ALL of his fans would despise him! The only reason they are ready to forgive bakugous abuse of izuku is because he is hot in their eyes!

#bnha #anti bakugou #anti katsuki bakugou #bakugou critical #anti bakudeku #anti bkdk #bakugou stans and bkdk shippers dont interact #if you dare to write in the commentsscomments section #or sent me hatevmessages #you will be blocked on sight #if you go anon you just show what a bunch of cowards you all are

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tryingmydarndest · 4 years ago

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Thank You (Luka Couffaine x Reader)

Summary (Part 1/probably 3): The author goes on a bit of a tangent about how Y/N goes on a bit of a tangent about Viperion. Who may just have a little, big ol' crush on them?

Tags: -not enough actual relationship -fluff -but like, a weird sprinkling of angst that I didn't plan on right at the end???

Word count: 1.6k

A/N: Inspired by this fic by @seriously-sirius-black <3. Luka? OOC? Idk, probably, I don’t write fanfic. But I am actually kinda proud of how well Alya turned out. Writing this made me realize how much of a mom friend I apparently headcanon her as. I wrote this gender-and-as-everything-else-neutral as I can make it (lemme know if you see ways I can improve, tho idk how much more fanfic I'll even be writing). Also, I freakin' RAMBLE and overuse italics, but ya get what ya get and ya don't gotta fret. Ooh, important note for future parts (if i write them) - this is a kinda!au where the miraculous users keep their miraculous. also if I had a nickel for every time I get awkwardly specific about the placement of both of a character’s hands I’d have TWO nickels. Happy reading!! <3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3

Part I - Paris's Cutiest Heroes

The look currently on Marinette’s face as she sputtered out a response was priceless, “Cat Noir? Cat Noir!? What makes you think I’d find Cat Noir attractive at all? And- and- HIM- the cutest superhero! Ridiculous!”

“Utterly ridiculous?”

“Nice one, Alya”

“Thank you so much, Y/N,” you gave Alya a high five on your way to your seat next to Juleka and Rose on the couch facing Marinette and Alya. A sunny Friday after school was the perfect place for Kitty Section and their entourage to hang out. Unfortunately without Ivan and Mylène, seeing as their anniversary called for a private celebration. After pushing a couple couches onto the deck of The Liberty, Alya had predictably started talking about Paris's resident hero team. Today, she chose to ask everyone who they deemed the cutest, and she made sure to jump on Marinette's... interesting response, “And girl, he has the same silky golden hair and dreamy emerald eyes as Adrien Agreste. What’s utterly ridiculous is you freaking out and dodging every time we bring up superheroes!”

The designated snack-boy, Luka, walked out precariously carrying three bowls of goodies for everyone, “Alright, I got more popcorn. Sorry, but looks like we’re out of cheese flavoring, Y/N”

“Oh... that’s fine. I honestly wasn’t expecting it since I forgot to ask,” your free hand not reaching for the bowl rubbed the back of your neck, “but thanks for remembering.”

“Oh, um yeah- Always," is it creepy to remember something so specific? Someone as nice as Y/N wouldn't be interested in some creep. Ugh. Luka took a seat with his own bowl after passing Alya and Marinette theirs. He ended up next to you on the floor, leaning against the arm of the couch, dangerously close to touching your legs.

Rose reached for the popcorn as she interjected, “You know, Alya does have a point. So Marinette, why don’t you just tell us who you think the cutest superhero is, if you don’t like us guessing?”

Somehow Marinette’s face went even paler as she spoke, “What- I mean, I don’t- I haven’t thought- Wha- what about Y/N? Why aren’t you interrogating them?”

Alya crossed her arms, “Because Y/N says the same thing about the same hero every day. Just watch. Ahem, Y/N, care to weigh in on the cuteness level of our lovely Parisian superheroes?”

You looked up from the bowl you had stolen back from Rose with wide eyes, "Hey! Okay, no, that is not fair! Besides, what is our criteria for 'cute'? I mean... Are we going just by physical characteristics? Is costume a factor? What about the animal they're representing, could our opinion of that make this whole thing unfair? And cuteness is so subjective anyway... Why are we even reducing these amazing and honorable superheroes to just their looks? I mean we could be talking about skill, or their powers or power lev-"

"-And your answer would be exactly the same. Seriously, are you done trying- and might I add, failing- to talk yourself out of this one yet? Or should I just read the article you wrote for the Ladyblog?"

"You said you deleted that!"

Luka had perked his head up at your initial fumbling response and turned to you when he spoke, "You wrote an article? That's pretty cool."

You rubbed your face to try and distract yourself from the burning embarrassment, "Umm, yeah. But it was terrible and extremely not. worth. publishing." You hoped the glare you sent the girl in question was enough to scare her into deleting it on the spot, or to at least lie about it, "So Alya kindly deleted it, right?"

Sitting up with a smug look and crossed arms severely lowered your faith that she'd keep quiet. "A good journalist archives everything. Especially something as juicy as one of her besties going on for five thousand words about how dreamy the great Viperion is," dramatically fake-fainting into Marinette's lap, Alya could barely finish before bursting out in laughter. Of course, quickly followed by the others joining in to varying degrees. Juleka and Rose happily giggled to themselves, Marinette looked more relieved that the heat was off her, and Luka seemed to be shocked, or maybe just holding back to see how you were taking this.

Horribly. Horribly embarrassed would describe how you were taking this conversation. You sat there stock-still as you hoped that none of the others could hear your heart's desperate attempts to pound its way out of your chest. That's certainly all you could hear, at least until Alya's voice brought you out of it, "Hey, it's fine," she made her way over to sit next to you as she continued, "We all have our little hero crushes. That's why I bring it up all the time, to show you that it's totally normal! I mean, we all know how I could go on about Carapace for days," Alya gestured for the others to continue, and used her other hand to try and comfort you.

"Well, I find Ladybug to be just absolutely adorable and so kind.... oh it just makes me so happy knowing she's keeping all of Paris safe," Rose added softly.

Juleka brushed a strand of hair aside as she spoke, "Rena Rouge is super mysterious, pretty rad in my opinion."

Alya was rubbing your back like the mom friend she is to try and help encourage you, "See? Super normal, so go ahead and release all this pent up Viperion energy that I know you have. Maybe it'll encourage Marinette here to finally join in the fun!" Alya stuck her tongue out at her best friend, who responded promptly by smashing her face into a pillow.

You just sighed, "I mean- it’s- it can't just-'' were you supposed to just get over it all just like that? Well, at least the embarrassment was wearing off, maybe you could just entertain her for a bit, "Well- um, you see.... HisHairJustLooksReallySoftAnd- you know what. Nope. Can't do anymore of this. Yep- that's all you're getting out of me!" This time when everyone started giggling, you were able to comfortably join them. It was a nice feeling.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

A nice evening chilling out with your friends was always welcome, especially with the rising number of akumatizations making that less possible. But the night had come to a close. Alya and Marinette went home, Juleka was walking Rose back herself, and Luka and you had volunteered to clean up. Luka stopped drying the cup in his hand for a minute as he looked at you, “Um, I know it might not be my place, but I want you to know that you don’t have to be embarrassed about the whole... Viperion thing.” God, how am I supposed to take the news that MY crush has a crush on.... Sort of me? Am I supposed to count it as me at all?

“Oh, um. Yeah, thanks. I think I’m over the embarrassment now that it’s out. I don’t know, it’s just that a lot of people think it’s weird since he’s kind of a new hero,” how are you supposed to explain this to him? That you kept such a non-issue secret from him, especially without getting suspiciously defensive about it. “And then people use that to try and say that I only like him for his looks..... And that’s not it! I don’t know, it’s kind of.... A lot? To explain, that is.” This was not going well.

“Oh... Well, what is it? That you like about him, I guess.”

This was so not going well. But he was waiting for a response so... “Uh, well I guess it did kinda start..... that way.... but then I started doing research. I learned about his power and saw videos of his fights. He’s really good! Especially for being so new, which kinda goes into why his power makes me like him so much.” Shit. Rambling, I’m just talking and talking and I need to stop. But how am I supposed to change the subject now? And now Luka’s sitting down, and he seems so invested. Why does this have to happen to me?

“What do you mean by that?”

Luka’s voice kindly shuts your little thought-spiral in its tracks. What were you saying? Oh, Viperion’s powers! You can talk about this, you know this. Just keep talking, at least he seems interested in it, “Well, you know how he can go back and redo the last couple of minutes?” Luka nodded, “Well, we always see the time that worked out. Us civilians get to keep going from the one time it all went right. Just imagine all the times he failed, all the times he couldn’t get it right. It could be dozens, maybe even hundreds of times! He must get so discouraged at some point, I mean I know I would.... I guess I didn’t really think about it at first, but.... but, I doubt I could keep that determination, and I’m so glad Paris has a hero who can, and does.”

Silence. Why was it so quiet? Oh no, he thinks I’m weird. He must think-

“All of this from ‘his hair looks soft’?”

“Hey! You can’t tell me not to be embarrassed, then make fun of me! That’s against the rules!”

Luka chuckled as he said, “Against what rules, exactly?”

“The Rules Of Best Friendship, duh!”

“And who exactly said you were my best friend?”

“Well... your loss, I guess. Now you won’t get an invitation when I plan Rose and Juleka’s wedding,” you brushed off his offended glare as you took the seat next to him.

“She’s my sister.”

“She’d take my side.”

I’d take your side, too. I will always take your side. “Yeah, you’re probably right.”

A/N the sequel: I am super bad at finishing things, but I really wanna keep motivated to finish this (like I have a full, probably 3 part, plan for this). If you guys want to help, shoot me a message and I'll send you a link to the google doc I'm writing this on. Feel free to leave a little comment (pls be kind, obviously) and see my writing process! Idk, would any of you guys be interested in that? Would you just get annoyed at having already read the thing before I post it?

#luka couffaine x reader #luka couffaine #mircaulous ladybug #miraculous fanworks #miraculous fanfic #miraculous luka #miraculous lb #the tales of ladybug and cat noir #luka couffaine fanfic #luka couffaine imagine #im gonna hate seeing this show up when i search luka x reader #but imma have to deal with it #mmmmmmm #we love anxiety here #<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

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