#it took me a minute to write it

[ampersandnotdash]

But really. Give your not-so-local short and medium fic writers a chance. You'll be amazed by what people can do with a limited number of words.

[weevmo]

Good evening,

You'll never guess what I just posted.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/60479521/chapters/156202336#workskin

Enjoy 10k more words of content.

From,

Someone actually studding to become an engineer

I ENJOYED EVERY BIT OF IT AND CAINE ESPECIALLY BUT THIS -

THIS BIT MADE ME LAUGH SO HARD

[dishwasher09]

and they were narrative foils (oh my god they were narrative foils)

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE TELL ME YOU KNOW WHAT LES MIS I WILL CRY IF THE REFERENCE GOES OVER EVERYONE'S HEAD AGAIN PLEASE anywau kunizai as enjolras and grantaire,,, yayyyy

[luckyartdrawer]

In a very spooooooooooky mood this month.

Been feeling rusty with drawing after not doing so for a few weeks, so made this simple Moon. Spooky goober <3

vvvv Alts, Yapping, AND HUH??? UHH??? vvvv

Alts

I was messing around with the line art layer and saw a blue version and just ran with it. I like the blue, and the contrast with the red makes me happy so I decided to keep em. :3

Practiced using the golden ratio too! He's spooky and perfect! <3

Oh also.

WHEN I GO TO ADD MY ART THIS IS IN MY CLIPBOARD AND IM SO CONFUSED WHY IS HE LIKE THAT-

MOON???? MOON ARE YOU OKAY??? WHY ARE YOU IN THE CORNER???? AND I DIDN'T MAKE A BLACK BG???

AM I HAUNTED NOW??????????????

I guess its fitting for spooky month at least.

[chronicowboy]

"I guess it's just me that makes you nervous then," Tommy teases, gentle as anything, and suddenly everything inside Buck just settles.

This is flirting. This is something he knows how to do, man or not. Because he likes Tommy. Thinks, terrifyingly, that he might like Tommy more than he's ever liked anyone he's dated before. Which is a lot, probably, to think on a first date. But Tommy's looking at him with an endless patience and warmth that Buck feels in every inch of him. It's easy not to worry then.

"I don't know if nervous is the right word," Buck murmurs, heat rising in his cheeks.

"Oh, yeah?" Tommy quirks a smile at him, whole face lighting up with it like he's seen the tension melt out of Buck all at once.

"Mm." Buck nods, takes a sip of beer without looking away from Tommy's deep eyes. "Flustered, maybe." He ducks his head when Tommy's grin only grows brighter. "Giddy." He tangles their feet together under the table, the rest of the room fading away. "A little like a schoolkid with their first crush."

"Well, that explains all the pigtail pulling," Tommy retorts, leaning back in his seat and folding his arms over his chest. Buck lets himself look at the bulge of his biceps, big, bigger than Buck's even, mouth-watering apparently, lets himself appreciate them for a moment.

"You're not gonna let me live that down, are you?"

"Oh, come on, Evan." Tommy snorts. "Think I get to lord that over you for a little while. If not for myself, then on Eddie's behalf at least."

"A little while, huh?" Buck redirects them, something seizing in his chest at the mention of Eddie's name. He falls back into a familiar move, looks up at Tommy from under his eyelashes and watches the man smile like he just can't help it. "You thinking of keeping me around then? Even with all the..." He waves his hand at himself, a gesture to the embarrassing ally word vomit that he'd dropped on him just moments ago.

"This is new to you." Tommy shrugs. "Wasn't expecting you to be a real Casanova first time around."

"Casanova," Buck repeats gleefully, beaming when Tommy rolls his eyes and blushes just ever so slightly.

"Anyway, as I was saying," he emphasises. "First date was never going to be smooth sailing. Only fair I get to take you out again. Practice makes perfect and all."

"Sounds pretty perfect," Buck says. And what he doesn't say is: I don't think this is practice, I think this is the real thing.

[riseoftheangstywriter]

How do u think the turtles would react if s/o got the turtles their favorite franchise(Jupiter Jim or Lou jitsu) merch after they attempted to buy it(but they were broke)?

Love this idea! I plan on writing a little scenario for each of the rise turts but part 1 will just be Mikey and Donnie(part 2 coming soon), enjoy!!

Mikey

You're guided through the lair by the heavenly aroma that could only be the result of Mikeys' incredible baking. It was truly a delight to see whatever he was whipping up when you managed to stop by at just the right time.

You practically float into the kitchen, the box turtle in the middle of pulling a tray out of the oven.

"Something sweet?" You hum, watching as his surprise melts into joy at the sight of you, smile matching his grin. You've mistaken it for the sun more than once.

"More like someone sweet." He removes his oven mitts and meets you halfway in a tight hug. "I made brownies y/n!" The syllables of your name slip fondly from his tongue, his enthusiasm enveloping you with warmth.

His head fits right in the crook of your neck, his usual resting spot in an embrace such as this. He smells like chocolate. Feels like home.

"I have something for you." Unable to contain your secret any longer, you pull away, presenting him with a bag, orange tissue paper loosely sticking out.

His eyes light up, fingers dancing in anticipation at whatever this thing might be. "Really?!"

All you can do is nod, holding your breath as he takes it from you, tearing through the packaging with that contagious unconfined energy you adored.

You know the exact moment he sees what it is, his jaw dropping in time with your gleeful giggle. Your hand covers your face, unable to hold back the joyful sounds escaping your throat.

"Is this the limited edition Jupiter Jim cookbook? Which has all the food and beverages from the films and comics?!"

You nod, knowing he had been dying to get it whenever it had come out. Being such a niche piece of merchandise, it sold out almost immediately. Not to mention it wasn't exactly in his price range.

He was a good sport about not being able to add it to his growing collection, but seeing his crestfallen expression for even a second was all it took for you to decide you would stop at nothing to get it for him.

Now that you've gotten it, Mikey could-

"Woah!" Your feet leave the ground as you are lifted in the air, being twirled around multiple times. A reminder of his incredible strength despite his size.

"Ohmigosh y/n! This is incredible! You're incredible!" One hand cradles your face, his other arm wrapped around your waist, holding you up. "I love it!" He repeats multiple times, kissing your cheeks over and over. "I love you!"

"I-I love you too!" You manage to stutter out between the onslaught of pecks, dizzy and lovesick.

Planted back to reality, Mikey shakes your shoulders. "Do you have plans tomorrow? If not, I'm making a three course- no, a five course meal! I have to go shopping, I need to call April!"

"You have all the time in the world." You reply reassuringly, still endeared by his eagerness.

"I know, I know. It's just I've been wanting this for like forever!" He calms, now seeming to finally process what you've done. "...You remembered?"

How could you not? You're already far into that stage of wanting to know every little thing about him, and what you have learned was already committed to memory forever. You knew he was no mind reader; you just wanted to express yourself to him like he did to you. It mattered, really. Deeply.

"Of course." Simple and sweet words were enough for him to understand. He leans into you, your hand pressed against his plastron, tracing the sticker on its' surface.

"You're the best." He swears to you, like a promise he plans to never break.

What ensues next is a playful back and forth, ending in more laughter. Sunshine finds its' way in, even in the underground tunnels of New York.

He leaves you with the brownies, rounding up his family with an extra spring in his step. You take a bite of a corner piece; relishing in its sweetness, it being cooked to perfection as usual. Although it was nothing compared to Mikey's affection.

Not even close.

Donnie

Like clockwork, you arrive to Donnie's lab. A weekly cycle, but the farthest thing from a chore. A highlight seems like a more fitting description.

The doors open for you with a hiss, inviting to you while perhaps ominous to a stranger. His space, and now, in a way, yours too by association.

He's working. Focused. Diligent as ever. He's rarely been irked by your interruptions when they do occur, but out of respect you keep your distance. Besides, you didn't mind observing from afar. Or admiring.

He greets you, like always. The creaking of a nearby chair is indication of your "sitting down and vegging out on your phone after a long day time", so he doesn't shift his attention to you just yet. Wanting to complete his current task first.

You aren't on your phone, however. Instead, you wait patiently. Wanting to get his reaction whenever he sees... it.

It takes around fifteen minutes before you hear a satisfied sigh and a readjust of his googles. Then a pause, an empty space where his first words to you should be.

"..y/n?" He turns in his chair, eyes narrowed and an immaculate eyebrow quirked.

"Yes?" You mirror his questioning expression, feigning ignorance. An attempt to be cute, hoping to add to your charm that got him to fall for you, somehow.

"What did you put on my desk?" A harmless, even logical question; but you have a terrible poker face and are horrible at hiding when you're excited about something.

You focus on the subject of conversation. A gray box, with more height than width. Decorating it is a purple satin ribbon.

You look between it and him. "Oh that? I don't know. Maybe you should open it and see."

For a moment you're sure he'll question it, but to your delight he obliges to your initial request. Your stomach churns; that means he trusts you. That was great, amazing even. Yet..

Going by his side, you watch as he puts the package in his lap, slowly tugging on the fabric of the ribbon, letting it loosen so he can pull it away with ease.

His hands linger over the lid, a silent ask for permission in his subtle glance upwards.

"Well?" You say, sweaty palms concealed behind your back.

A huff in response, and the lid is popped off.

It's quiet for about a minute, Donnie peering inside the box, hands still firmly on its' sides. The suspense is gnawing at you, screaming internally for any reaction at all. Please.

Then he lifts it out, holding it carefully in his skilled fingers. The holy grail itself. An Atomic Lass figurine. Not just any figurine. It's Atomic Lass in her outfit from Jupiter Jim's Pluto Vacation IV, which just so happens to be his favorite film in the franchise. Not to mention this item was so hard to find, not even the soft shell himself could get it in his possession.

Biting your tongue so hard it might bleed, you try to piece together his thoughts by a thorough study of his expression. You knew how particular he was about his well-kept merchandise collection. You polished it yourself, only pleased once it shined like the titanium bust of his head. Desperate to impress him; even now, after all this time. Dreading what would happen if you managed to fail. Had you failed already?

He sets down the figure, staring at it. Then an exhale, as he squares his shoulders, facing you.

"How much do I owe you?"

What? "What? Nothing." That was the last thing you had expected him to say. Your gesture had no price tag, but feeling the need to elaborate just to bring the point home, you add. "Zero dollars."

His eyes are cast downwards, but it's unmistakable. He's thinking. Now you see. He's calculating how much it might have cost you. How many hours you worked at your job in order to pay for it. Classic Donnie overthink. You wouldn't allow that.

With purpose, you bend down to eye level, pressing a gentle kiss on the area between his pinched brows. "It's a gift, Donnie." Fingers meet his chin as you lift his head up. "You don't owe me anything."

It seems to have pained him, how easily you assured him no favor was needed, or even wanted by you. "No. No- you cannot possibly expect me to just take this," his fingers grasp your wrist, hand almost shaking. "This is too much."

His sweetness, yet hypocrisy is extremely adorable. "It is most certainly not. There's plenty of times we've been in this exact situation, just the other way around, and you know what you said every time I tried to repay you?"

Not really asking for an answer, you continue, "You say it's fine, and that your purpose of doing things for me is never to get something in return," you trace his jaw, feeling it clench. "It's the same thing for me."

Using his own principles against him was a killing blow, seeing his conflicting emotions settle into resignation, yet the apprehension was there. "I have no doubt it was difficult for you to find such rare..." He trails off, eyeing the statue and all its' details. "It's magnificent."

His breathless praise fuels your ego, just a bit. "I'm really really glad you think so." You kiss his cheek, pulling yourself out of his loosening grip.

With a surprised gasp he brings you right back in, kissing you with a sudden ferocity that makes your head spin and skin shimmer, a bubbling warmth threatening to boil over. The position you're in is a little awkward, but with Donnie's lips on yours like this you found no reason to complain.

"Please," Almost like a plea, his eyes rake over your contented smile, breath hitching. "Let- Let me do something for you. Anything."

The constant need Donnie had to help you stoked the embers in your heart even more. Falling impossibly further for him just when you think there couldn't possibly be anything else to love, to admire.

Your nose meets his snout with a meaningful nuzzle, and you caress a wrinkle on his forehead with a thumb. "Anything? Well... a movie right now sounds nice. If I may throw out a suggestion here, what are your opinions on Jupiter Jim's Pluto Vacation IV?"

Once he realizes the direction you were taking with his proposition, he scoffs, the familiar sound furthering your fond amusement. "Is that a serious request, y/n?"

"To be honest," you cup his cheek, seeing how youthful he looks like this. Wide eyes and shining pupils. "Just this is plenty, but if you actually feel like you have to repay me, which you don't... then yes, I'm serious."

He sighs into your touch, clearly wanting to argue your "request". That push and pull between you both was always fun to indulge in; but in this case, he accepts. "Very well, even though I do not consider that sufficient in the slightest." He could grumble all he wants, he knew you had succeeded.

Movie night commences shortly after, and you listen as he brainstorms how exactly he'll display his figurine, insistent just setting it alongside the others wasn't enough. Soaking up every word, you cuddle closer. You should surprise Donnie more often. You could get used to this.

[muffinlance]

Wait, what’s going on with Embers???? That fic has been on my read later list since 2021, what’s happened with it???

Brief overview, then I'm likely never touching this topic again, because this is not a Drama Blog:

Context: Embers is a super old AtLA fic that was written during the early fandom days, read widely at the time, and was the origin of the widely-used fanon name of "Wani" for Zuko's ship (kind of by default that it was one of the first popular fics to give his ship a name, I think?), even though most fic writers don't seem to realize it's from there anymore.

"What's Going On": I used to include a link in all my stories to it, because I believe in crediting other writers for borrowed elements, and I was using "Wani" in all my fics. But BOY did I not want to be sending readers that way anymore, so I've adopted a new name for Zuko's ship, and removed all Embers links.

None of the criticisms about Embers itself are new; I'm assuming they date back to when the fic was being written, because this isn't an "it aged badly" thing, this is an "actually yeah this gets worse the longer you think about it and I shouldn't have ignored my bad feelings just because some of the worldbuilding was interesting" thing.

An Incomplete List of Why I Made the Change:

I don't actually like the story that much anymore, and don't want to rec it

I tried to re-read it recently to see if some things were as bad as I remembered and it turns out they were So Much Worse Oh Yikes. More specifically, the treatment of Katara and Aang and their respective cultures has... rather a lot going on. One example: The Fire Nation and Air Nomads are both given multiple backstory elements in an attempt to make the average Fire Nation soldier's participation in the genocide/war in large part the fault of the Avatar and the Air Nomads themselves, and also fully justified from the Fire Nation perspective. And I do mean fully. One of its core tenants is "People from the Fire Nation (and only people from the Fire Nation) who don't follow orders Literally Die, therefore murdering pacifists and babies and continuing the war (and their regularly scheduled war crimes) is the only thing it is physically possible for them to do". I cannot emphasize enough how literal that is.

Also the name "Wani" means "Alligator" and is... objectively a pretty lame name for Zuko's ship? Where's the personality, where's the deeper meaning, where's the resonance with Zuko's themes? @tuktukpodfics initially thought I was calling the ship "Wanyi", and that's what I've switched to, because it is Objectively So Much Better. In their words: “Wànyī (萬一): Literally ‘one in ten thousand,’ ‘perchance.’ Used grammatically in Chinese to mean ‘what if’ or ‘just in case.’ I think a ship called ‘The Perchance’ is perfect for a boy clinging to false hope.”

TL:DR; I don't rec Embers anymore, because I don't actually like the story anymore, and there are things about it that get worse the more I think on them. I've removed links to it and renamed Zuko's ship to "Wanyi" ("The Perchance") because our boy deserves a ship name that reflects his character arc.

[seongminiz]

warning this is kinda dubcon idk how this fandom reacts to that since for lubityblr im almost the only person writing n i do what i want with it lmfaooo

but if i say ,, puppy hybrid!gyuvin n kitty hybrid!ricky teaming up against u (their owner) bc you're always so mean to them .... basically setting up a trap so the next time gyuvin makes a mess n ur punishing him for it , not even thinking abt where ricky is even though u literally told him to sit there n watch as u give gyuvin a handjob (that hes not allowed to cum from hello ofc) – maybe if he sits there all pretty n behaves you'll let him cum instead of gyuvin .. except next thing u know , you're pushed on ur back n ricky is on top of u , saying smth abt how you're always too mean to them n its abt time they get their revenge on u :(( they'll get u so desperate n not allow u to cum for hours ,, n sure , u could take ur control back but .. why would u want to when even when 'punishing' u for being mean owner they still make u feel so good :((

not to fujo out too much but .. them making out on top of u ..... :3

[bradleysass]

Honey - @black-brothers-microfic - wc: 408 - Jegulus

Regulus Black prided himself on many things—his impeccable spellwork, his ability to keep his emotions in check, and his unshakable composure. But if there was one thing that truly tested his patience, it was James Potter's incessant use of pet names.

At first, it had been mildly annoying. A passing, irritating habit that Regulus assumed James would grow bored of. But no, James was relentless.

"Darling dearest" he had called one day in the middle of the bloody courtyard. Regulus, who had been walking toward James, promptly turned on his heel and strode in the opposite direction. He would rather be late to class than entertain James's nonsense.

It only got worse from there.

"Honey bun!" James declared at breakfast in the Great Hall. Regulus nearly choked on his tea. Sirius, sitting across the table, let out an obnoxious cackle, clearly enjoying his suffering.

Regulus shot James a withering glare. "These pet names are ridiculous, James. Please stop, or I will hex you."

Did he mean it? Maybe. James wasn't stupid enough to test him, was he?

Apparently, he was.

It was late, the kind of late where the castle was eerily quiet, and the only sounds were the distant echoes of shifting suits of armor. The Astronomy Tower was their usual escape, a place where they could just exist together without the weight of their families, their expectations, or the world pressing in on them.

James sat against the stone wall, legs stretched out, and Regulus lay beside him, his head resting in James's lap. The stars above shimmered, reflected in Regulus's stormy grey eyes. It was peaceful, the kind of silence that wasn't uncomfortable but familiar.

Then James, in all his insufferable, charming glory, ruined it.

"Those stars really reflect in your eyes, darling."

Regulus should have rolled his eyes. He should have scoffed, sat up, and given James a sharp remark about how ridiculous he was. But instead, warmth bloomed in his chest.

Maybe not all pet names were bad.

He turned his head slightly, looking up at James with something softer than his usual glare. "That one's tolerable," he murmured, barely above a whisper.

James grinned. "Oh? Does that mean I can—"

Regulus cut him off with a pointed look. "Do not push your luck, Potter."

James chuckled, running his fingers gently through Regulus's hair. "Noted, darling."

Regulus sighed, but he didn't move away. Maybe—just maybe—he could live with this one.

[stranger-theory]

something so funny about Milevens is that they post shit about them from s2 and caption it "soulmates!!" like sure buddy they may have looked like it then but im pretty sure that was before the lying and gaslighting.

i think this is something a lot of Milevens fail to understand. they think that because Mike said he loves her they can go back to posting shit from back then as if they're still at that level. this is something i HATE.

a good plot resolve should play out like this: Mike cant say he loves El because he's afraid she'll realize she doesn't love him. more miscommunication, blah blah blah, but then Mike overcomes this fear and says he loves her. they talk about it and finally go back to being a happy couple!

here's how it actually went: Mike can't say he loves El because he's afraid she'll realize she doesn't love him, they miscommunicate, get separated, reunite. Mike says he loves her. she refuses to talk to him for about two full days and this is explicitly called out by two of the characters.

"Has she talked to you at all?" –Will

"No. I mean- a little." –Mike

why would that interaction be included at all if it's not necessary for catching us up on their relationship status? in fact, the reason Will asks this is because the camera pans to Eleven making a face at Mike before walking into another room and shutting the door. he notices that she's acting weird. they're not acting normal, they're not on speaking terms, that plot wasn't resolved. the issue is still relevant. we're supposed to notice.

the ignorance for people to casually assume they're okay now is astounding and shows clear evidence that these people don't even have any idea what's going on. this is basic media literacy and they're not even batting an eye.

this is lightly inspired by @teambyler , i liked his video a lot !

[svampira]

you could never hurt me

[mumms-the-word]

Lady von Valancius’s Notes to Herself

Tempt not the interrogator, Spark not his jealous rage, Light not the match of his desire, Or coolly fan the flames. Bring not ‘fore him a savage feast Bereft of all but flesh, Guide not your hands to brush his skin, And lead him to the edge. Speak not to him of fantasies, Remark not on his blush, For his control is naught but glass And shatters at a touch. But should you choose to follow through, These warnings cast aside, Then afterwards remain with him, In gentle arms abide.

[buqbite]

oldest dream scene except kim dokja just pulls a fucking gun on od

[username8746489]

Scenario using the "Naven is head of Bliss Ocean" theory with Sylvie discovering it

(Fic under cut; wordcount: 1,308)

"It's you, isn't it?"

Naven stared at him with an unyielding smile, tilting his head curiously, "Whatever do you mean by that?"

The two of them were standing in an abandoned room in the convention hall, the only light filtering in through thick curtains closed over the windows. Despite that, Sylvie could've sworn Naven's hair was glowing with an almost radioactive green gleam.

Yoomtah looked between both guys, practically vibrating on her heels, "Should I-"

Naven shook his head, smiling at her, "Could you leave us alone for a second?"

His bodyguard stood straight up, a saluting hand on her forehead, "On it, bossman!"

Sylvie's eyes trailed after her as she somehow sprinted out of the room so fast, only a blur was left behind in her wake, slamming the door so hard the walls seemed to shake. He returned his steely gaze to Naven, "I know everything."

"You'll have to enlighten me," The CEO responded with a frown, resting his chin on his hand, "I'm afraid I don't have any clue what you're talking about."

Sylvie pointed an accusatory finger, narrowing his eyes through his glasses, "Bliss Ocean. You run it." An uncomfortable silence followed his statement. Sylvie swallowed, "Don't try and pretend otherwise, I have proof-"

Naven interrupted his bluff with slow clapping, walking ever closer to the psychologist. He normally wasn't threatening at all, looking like a strong breeze might knock him over. And yet, Sylvie found himself stepping back, a hand shifting to grab the yo-yo in his pocket.

"Congratulations!"

Sylvie paused, somewhat surprised at the ease with which Naven said it.

"You've caught me! It's impressive really, considering that you only started investigating this today. Maybe you do live up to your, what was it?" Naven tapped his chin with a finger, looking off into the distance. Sylvie scowled. He was being underestimated. "…'Child genius' title? The way Molly talked about you, I thought you were maybe cheating your way through school."

Sylvie flinched. Molly talked about him? And… not in a flattering way. He could gather that much.

"But it doesn't really matter, does it?" Naven returned his gaze to Sylvie, boxing him in against the wall, "Who's going to believe you?"

"Huh?"

"You're just a kid, aren't you?" He asked, voice dripping with sugary sweet condescension, "Why would they trust you of all people? The random teenager who's been spouting random conspiracies about Bliss Ocean being at this convention."

"I-" Sylvie's mouth was dry, but he still spat out the words, "I'm not a kid!"

"Aren't you?" Naven's smile grew ever wider with each passing second of silence from Sylvie, "You've spent your entire life in a race to grow up. But guess what? Being an adult isn't about having a job, or a house, or a car. It's about the skills and connections you make in your youth." Naven bopped Sylvie's nose, "And in your rush to become one, it seems you haven't really grown up at all, have you?"

"But I do acknowledge the fact you know now." He leaned down, whispering in the teenager's ear, "You've done so much at only the age of fifteen. It's a shame they'll remember your murder more than your accomplishments."

Sylvie swung a sloppy punch at Naven, missing, but continuing to swipe at him, "Shut up! Shut up, shut up, shut up! I'm not- I will expose you!" They continued to move towards the center of the room, culminating in Sylvie tackling the sickly man to the ground, grabing fistfuls of fabric as he hauled Naven's torso up by his shoulder-cape. He hissed in his face, "I'll make sure everyone will know about what you've done."

Naven was still smiling, "You can try."

The door slammed open, light flooding into the room. A whole group of people were standing in the frame, led by Yoomtah, who casually flicked the lights on with a grin, "I brought who you wanted!"

Molly, Trixie, and Phoenica were gasping in horror. Giovanni was staring at him with hardly concealed discontempt. Rick was just… looking. The smile on his face suggested an emotion, but Sylvie had spent enough time with him at this point to know it was for show.

"Sylvie!" Molly cried, "Get off of him!"

Yoomtah hopped over, grabbing Naven by his armpits and yanking him out from under Sylvie with a giggle, sending the psychologist toppling to the ground. She used her hand to dust off Naven, before smiling at him with her hands on her hips, "Silly, silly, I leave you alone for five minutes and you get yourself attacked by a kid! What would you do without me?"

Naven almost looked like a completely different person, sheepishly adjusting his glasses, "Sorry, sorry…"

"Naven's weak!" Phoenica frowned with a pout, walking over to hug Naven's legs, "It's not right to attack someone who can't fight back! It's not right to attack someone in general!"

"Why were you even trying to fight him?" Trixie squinted, stepping in front of the CEO like she was his hired bodyguard.

"Probably got made fun of for being a NERDDDD!" Giovanni and Trixie high-fived.

Sylvie remained on the ground, legs sprawled out beneath him. He might've been stationary but his mind was still spinning, stammering over his words, "But I- He-"

Naven brushed off the crowd of people surrounding him, approaching Sylvie, "I know that you've been struggling a lot with this whole… 'Bliss Ocean Investigation'." Naven reached out a hand, "But you shouldn't let it consume you."

Sylvie smacked it away with an incredulous glare, "Don't psychoanalyze me! That's my thing!" He turned to the group, gesturing to Naven, "He's- He's the head of Bliss Ocean!"

They all blinked at him with varying amounts of confusion and weariness.

"Oh my," Naven said, sounding as if this was the first time he had heard this accusation.

"Sylvie!" Molly hissed, hands clenched tight around the straps of her backpack. "Why would you say something like that?!"

"Because I'm right!" Sylvie protested, fists balled in his lap, "It all makes sense, doesn't it?!"

"No?!?!"

"He's a Mundie in charge of one of the biggest corporations in the world!" Sylvie retorted, "Bliss Ocean is a large Mundie terrorist group! Where do you think they're getting all their funding from?!"

"You can't just say he's a part of a mundie terrorist group because he's a Mundie!" Phoenica gasped in horror, hands clasped over her mouth.

"And isn't one of their operatives a bounty hunter?" Molly added, "They could easily be getting money from there too."

"But- But-"

"He reminds me a bit of Lorelai," Naven chuckled a bit, "Only seeing what he wants to and refusing to see any other perspective."

Sylvie didn't know who Lorelai was. But evidently, everyone else did, the atmosphere of the room shifting to an oppressive pressure, all pushing down on him and him alone. There was no sympathy to be found in their gazes, only disdain. They were projecting. Just that one comparison was enough to equate him to whatever wrongdoings Lorelai had done.

"Let's go," Giovanni murmured to the three girls, gently corraling them back to the door. Yoomtah followed his example, dragging Naven by his hand.

Sylvie only managed to move when he saw Rick go to join them as well.

"Rick! Rick, you believe me, don't you?" Sylvie begged, grabbing at his hand, "You've been with me this entire time-"

Rick stared down at him. The friendship string connecting their two souls appeared, hanging in the air and crackling with black energy. Then all at once, it exploded, shattering into pieces and raining down like soot. Rick took back his hand with an sad frown, walking back to the rest of the group.

They turned off the lights as they left, leaving a kid shaking in the middle of an empty room, all by his lonesome.

[iguessitsjustme]

I’m still not over how Sean intentionally pushed Shaopeng’s buttons in order to let Shaopeng let out everything he had bottled up. He picked that fight because he knew Shaopeng needed it. And in doing so, he indirectly ket Shaopeng have that much needed conversation with his parents. Love is about letting people help you. Love is about being strong but also being weak. Love is about communication. And there is no normal way to be. Everyone’s normal is different. And love is accepting that difference and embracing it. And admitting that you do not need to only be strong to be deserving of love. You are deserving of love because you exist. And I will forever be grateful to See Your Love for that messaging.

[disastersareajoy]

The Shower Incident pt.2

pt.1 here

Stu x Billy x FEM!Reader

~ 4k words

Tags: established relationship, smut, groping, dirty talk, oral sex (m and f receiving), kissing, orgasm denial, begging, dacryphilia, talking about you in the third person, degradation, praise, hair pulling, marking (hickies), biting (lots of it), choking (on dick?), spit roasting, rough sex, squirting, creampie, facial, slight aftercare

Dom!Billy, Sub!Reader, Switch!Stu

Finally! It is here! Aaaand it's part of Mutli-May, an event hosted by the amazing @bisexual-horror-fan to celebrate poly relationships which I will do any fucking day of the year. Obviously, I couldn't not use my two favorite idiots for this, so here we are! I hope you enjoy this thouroughly and definitely go check out Bex and her wonderful writing, as well as the other participant's works!

Now, into the filth. Enjoy!!

Billy watches as the two of you slowly make your way to the bedroom with shaky legs, sees how wet your thighs are, and how there's still more dripping out of your glistening pussy. He watches Stu grab your ass, squeezing the flesh beneath his finger in a way that is sure to be a promise of all the teasing that's to come. He truly can't wait to see Stu ruin you with his mouth before they fuck you until you can't remember your own name.

God, he loves the both of you so much.

The walk to the bedroom shouldn't have been as hard as it was, but your legs were still trembling as you tried to find even footing. Next to you, Stu seemed almost as shaky as you. He walked slower than usual which you were sure was meant to drag out the walk even more since Stu always loves watching you struggle to stand upright - let alone walk - when your legs are shaking.

The hand he had on your ass delivered a quick slap before he squeezed the flesh again, making the sting last longer and your yelp turned into a low groan.

“Glorious fucking ass,” he spoke against your temple before he pressed a kiss there. You tilted your head to kiss his cheek and squeezed his hips where you had your arm wrapped around him. There was a certain softness to these in-between moments - Featherlight kisses pressed in unexpected places and leaving goosebumps behind, foreheads leaning against each other, quick “Okay?”'s mumbled between heated kisses. You loved it all. It made you feel precious and loved.

You knew Billy and Stu loved you just as much as you loved them and they told you often enough, but there was something about the two of them showing you in actions or little affectionate gestures how much they loved you, that just drives you crazy.

As you reached the bedroom you felt a sudden burst of energy dissipating the slight exhaustion in your thighs. The thought of Stu's mouth between your legs was already enough to make you want to throw yourself onto the bed, knowing Billy and him were going to fuck you afterwards as well made you want it even more.

Stu walked you through the door and immediately pushed you onto the bed before pulling you down to the edge. He grinned up at you wide and happy while his hands started pushing your thighs open.

With a groan he kneeled down in front of you and looked at your pussy with hunger flickering in his eyes.

Stu leaned in without saying a word and blew cold air against you, chuckling at the whine you let out. He started peppering your thighs with kisses and bites as he brushed his hands up and down the outside of them.

You couldn't help but squirm and move your hips in his direction, trying to get him to your pussy sooner. You knew that wasn't going to work because Stu could be just as teasing and stubborn as Billy - He loves watching you writhe and beg just as much.

Stu's hands immediately shot to your hips and held you down. He started pressing you into the mattress and holding you still while looking up at you with his brows raised and mouth slightly opened.

“Now, what do you think you're doing, angel? You gotta stay still.”

He looked back down at your pussy and licked his lips, making you whine out his name.

“If you want something you're gonna have to use your words. I know you can.” He looked up at you through his lashes with a grin.

“You always beg so pretty, angel.”

You let your head fall back against the bed and groaned in frustration. Stu loves making you so desperate and needy you can't think straight, and it appears that's the mood he's in tonight.

You were hoping he'd go easy on you and devour you immediately like you knew he so badly wanted.

Say what you want about Stu Macher, but the man loves having his face stuck between your thighs. He firmly believes that your legs never look prettier than when they're over his shoulders, and Billy definitely agrees as well.

You tested how hard Stu was holding you down by moving your hips slightly side to side. Or trying to. He had you firmly pressed down and unable to move. The reminder that Stu was able to hold you down like this had you growing wetter between your thighs.

You absolutely love how much your boys were able to control and manhandle you, because it makes submitting to them so much sweeter.

Whether you were submitting immediately and being so needy for their praise or being a brat and wanting them to remind you of your manners - They always made sure to show you that they have you under their thumb in every way.

When Stu's grip on your hips didn't budge you tried to collect your thoughts as much as you could, reigning in that desperate part of you.

“Please, Stu. Please, eat me out.” He hummed as if he was debating whether or not he should grant your wish before speaking, “You do taste divine.”

You whined again and barely controlled the urge to try and shift your hips again. You were aware that too many tries would result in you not getting what you wanted at all. “I need you, Stu,” you moaned out between breaths.

Before you had barely finished saying his name, Stu's mouth connected to your pussy. He dove in and licked you all over a couple of times before focusing on your clit. He knows exactly what drives you crazy and was using it to get you right where he wanted you.

Between Stu's mouth wrapped around your clit, his hands still holding your hips down, although slightly looser now, and the thought of Billy joining you any moment now, you were moaning loudly and letting your legs shake and twitch as much as they needed to.

Your hands found their way down your body, burying themselves in the mess of hair between your legs and pulling when Stu rhythmically sucked your clit harder.

That made him moan, still with your most sensitive part in his mouth which elicited an answering moan from you.

“Well aren't those just the prettiest noises. And what a sight too,” Billy's voice sounded from the door.

When you looked over he was leaning against the door frame still completely naked. You half expected him to have put his boxers on again but we're glad he decided not to torture you.

That way, you could now shamelessly stare at his cock and arch your back into Stu's still-busy mouth.

You watched as Billy's hand stroked over his stomach before slowly wrapping around himself.

He started slowly moving his hand up and down his cock, still staring at Stu's head between your legs.

“You really are a sight,” he said as he walked closer and put his hand on your chest.

Billy started slowly massaging your breast and revelled in the noises you made at his touch. You arched your back up into his hand when Stu slowly and lightly slid his teeth over your clit, making your thighs squeeze closed around his head and a loud, whining moan slipped past your lips.

Judging by Stu's own moan he wasn't particularly complaining.

Billy chuckled, “Oh he's really going after it now, huh.” You nodded your head with a sob as Stu repeated the action and Billy slid his other hand into Stu's hair.

“He’s being a really good boy, isn't he?”

You nodded again but Billy interrupted you. ���Use your words,” he said firmly and you struggled to do as you were told.

“Yes,” you groaned out, “he’s being a really good boy, fuck.”

The sheets crumpled between your fingers as you pulled on them to try and keep your sanity intact. You were still worked up from fucking yourself on a toy mere minutes ago and could already feel your climax approaching.

The pressure in your stomach was building before it tightened and you groaned in an effort not to fall over the edge immediately, your stomach tensing over and over again.

“Please,” you whined.

Words were hard for you to get out this close to an orgasm and you were thankful both Billy and Stu understood what you were trying to say.

Though it didn't have the effect you were hoping for.

Stu pulled away from your clit with one final lick and started kissing your thighs. Billy on the other hand got rougher with his treatment of your chest as he started pinching your nipples.

“Good job, dove,” he whispered into your ear and slapped your breast in the same moment Stu decided your thighs were the perfect thing to bite.

The dual stimulation made you sob out a loud moan and twitch in need.

“Only a few to go. Well, maybe. We should probably ask, right?” Billy stared down and nodded at you before looking down between your legs.

“What do you say, Stu? How many more is she going to have to suffer through?”

Stu didn't answer immediately, opting for stealing another quick taste of you now that you had come down from the edge a bit.

But just that one long lick of his tongue slowly parting your folds to slide over your hole and up over your clit made you whimper.

“I’m not sure yet. At least four?” he said with a question and grinned at Billy before diving down again, swirling his tongue between your folds and making it hard for you to concentrate on anything else besides that feeling.

But Billy demanded attention. He knew you had it in you to focus on him when Stu had his face between your legs even if his tongue routinely made you arch your back and moan helplessly into the air.

“Feel like using that mouth for some good, dove?”

You barely started nodding before Billy had his cock resting against your lips. Immediately, your tongue slipped out and licked over the tip of Billy’s cock as you let out a needy moan.

He groaned a moan and shallowly thrust his cock into the feeling.

You wrapped your lips around his head as Stu sucked on your clit and pulled off with a pop, making you moan loudly. Billy in turn groaned again and thrust his cock even further into your mouth.

“Fucking damn, your mouth feels amazing, dove.”

Your eyes fluttered closed at the feeling and taste of Billy on your tongue.

That was one thing you had in common with Stu- a raging oral fixation.

There was something incredibly relaxing about having either of their cocks down your throat, your nose pressing into the skin above their base, feeling the pulsing heat against your tongue.

You loved when one of them grabbed your hair and moved your head up and down their cock, making you take them over and over again.

Their noises were another aspect that made your head spin- both of them always sounded so perfect when you were swallowing them down.

They groaned and praised you to no end, moaning whenever you did something really good and sometimes even whimper.

That was your favorite.

Billy wasn't any different right now, moaning and groaning into the air while staring down at you and pushing his cock softly over your tongue.

You stayed like that for a while, your lips stretched around Billy's cock as Stu worked you up to edge after edge but never let you stumble over it.

All your noises came out muffled against Billy's stomach who had his hand buried in your hair, pulling on it when you moaned enthusiastically or when you rubbed your tongue into him a certain way.

The need to beg for an orgasm was overwhelming and you knew that if you did, they might decide to let you cum sooner, but Billy stayed stuffed into your mouth perfectly, making you unable to speak.

Your legs were shaking around Stu’s head, his arms wrapped firmly around them to pull you close to his face.

He moaned happily at your taste and you could hear obscene sounds from between your thighs as Stu sloppily ate you out.

Billy finally pulled out of your mouth and stared down at you with parted lips, his eyes glowing with lust.

“Look at you, dove. Doing so well.”

The praise paired with Billy's eyes glued to your face made you blush uncontrollably before you whined loudly.

Another orgasm was fast approaching, making you arch your back and gasp while staring into Billy's eyes.

“You might want to stop Stu,” he started and put his hand on your cheek, “She’s going to cum if you don't.”

Stu immediately pulled away from your pussy.

That's when you couldn't control yourself anymore and tears started gathering in your eyes, a couple of them slowly dripping down your face as your hips twitched and bucked up into Stu, trying to get his mouth back where you needed it to no avail.

Weak sobs wracked through you as the frustration really started to set in.

“Aww. Poor thing,” Billy purred and grabbed your cheek. The condescending tone in his voice made your thighs shake and your back arch even more, another round of hot tears rolling down your cheeks.

Billy wiped one away with his thumb and his gaze seemed to soften slightly.

“I know you want it. Don't worry, you will get it soon enough.”

The words helped your mind reconnect and you were suddenly very aware of Stu's hands on your hips and what his mouth was doing.

“Can I fuck her now, Billy? Please? She's so worked up I know she'll feel wonderful wrapped around me,” Stu moaned out between kisses and bites to your thigh.

You knew your inner thighs had to be covered in marks by now and the thought delighted you to no end.

You loved when they marked you.

Every morning after they left some on you, you looked at your bruises and hickies in a mirror and remembered how good your boyfriends made you feel.

You already couldn't wait for these next one's to show up.

Not to mention both Billy and Stu loved seeing you marked as theirs.

“Mm I don't know. Do you want him to fuck you, dove?” Billy stared down at you and you began to nod furiously.

“What did I say about words?”

“Yes please. Please let him fuck me. I need to cum on your cock,” you sobbed out through residual tears, trying to keep your eyes open and glued to Billy.

“There she is. What a good little slut you can be, look at that.”

Billy patted your cheek before sitting up and pushing Stu out from between your legs. He quickly crawled up your body to press a kiss to your lips which is when you noticed that Stu’s face was still covered in your wetness and that his eyes were glowing in obscene satisfaction.

As soon as you parted, Billy tapped your hip, “Hands and knees, c'mon dove.”

You obeyed the command and settled on your hand and knees, already slipped down to your elbows as Stu positioned himself behind you and immediately rubbed his cock-head up and down your folds, parting them with each pass and eliciting a noise that showed off how wet you were for them.

Billy settled in front of you with his legs spread and his hand resting on his stomach while the other grabbed you roughly by your hair and pulled to make you look at him.

“As soon as I stop talking Stu is going to start fucking you as hard and fast as he wants. We both know how he gets after being denied.”

Stu whimpered at the comment and quickly ground his cock against your clit which made you whimper, making Billy pull your hair that little bit harder.

With your full attention on him, he continued, “And he's been such a good boy, so he deserves to have free reign of you pussy.

“You on the other hand are going to keep sucking my cock like you were until you're right on the edge. Only then are you allowed to pull off. Then you can cum. Now get to work, dove.”

As soon as the last word was out of Billy's mouth, Stu pushed into you hard and deep.

Before you had a moment to get used to his size, Stu was already pulling out again and slamming back into you, making you moan loudly against Billy's hip.

You quickly wrapped your lips around Billy's cock and moaned with it on your tongue, moving up and down in a much slower rhythm than Stu was fucking your pussy in.

His hands were firmly on your hips, pulling you into each thrust and making your ass slap against his hips in a loud slap on everytime.

Stu was groaning and making small noises that showed how clearly desperate he was to cum, but he was also as motivated as ever to make you cum before he did.

That was another trait both Billy and Stu shared.

The inexplicable need to make sure you cum at least once before they did. Unless you specifically requested something else, the assumption was always that you cum first.

And they were good at it.

You tried sneaking a hand between your legs to touch your clit but Billy said Stu’s name in a warning tone which made him reach down to grab both your hands and pin them to your lower back.

“Did I forget to say you have to cum on his cock, dove? Because you do. No touching,” Billy said and chuckled when he heard and felt you whine around his cock.

With that new motivation you started moving your hips back into Stu on every thrust.

He was using your pinned hands as leverage to fuck you deeper and harder which was doing wonders for your pussy. Squelching sounds from between your legs made you blush.

The leaking wetness was dripping down your inner thighs and slightly splashing against Stu’s hips. They both loved how wet you got, as well as your penchant for making a mess.

Which was lucky because both of them had a talent at making you explode.

Billy suddenly buried his hand in your hair and pushed your head all the way down to make you take him into your throat. You tried moaning around the intrusion but settled for arching your back obscenely and circling your hips against Stu.

“I think she likes that,” Stu moaned out, sounding strained.

“Of course she does. She's our needy little slut, isn't she?” Billy chuckled, patted your head a couple times and went back to keeping your head pushed down.

You clenched down around Stu's cock inside your pussy, eliciting a groan from him as he redoubled his efforts and fucked into you harder.

The noise of Stu’s cock slamming in and out of your pussy would have made you blush even more if your boyfriends weren't obviously loving hearing it.

Stu rhythmically squeezed your wrists in his hands and moaned about how good you felt, barely coherent.

Billy was steadily praising you and pulling your hair as he pulled you up and down his cock. You kept your throat open to swallow him down and breathed whenever you could, getting into a good rhythm and losing yourself to it.

Your muffled moans became more desperate as the swirling in your stomach started tightening again, your legs shaking and your back arching even lower.

“‘Think she's gon’ cum,” Stu mumbled out as he strained to keep his pace the same and keep fucking into you with the same intensity.

“Mm good. Keep going until you're right there, dove,” Billy pushed your head down again and kept you still.

Your hips twitched weakly, getting more and more erratic the closer you got to your climax.

Stu groaned as you tightened around him before trailing off into a whimper. You realized he was also close, probably had been for minutes just holding back to get you there first.

That thought made you suddenly slip right to the edge of an orgasm, so you tried pulling your head off of Billy's cock.

The man in question kept his hand on the back of your head for a couple more seconds, enjoying the way you were obviously struggling to hold your orgasm back.

Both of them watched the way your hips were moving rhythmically like they were entranced before Billy finally snapped out of it.

As soon as he released you, you pushed your face into his hip and tensed before your pleasure erupted in a screaming moan.

Your orgasm washed over you in waves and made you shake, your back arching as Stu pounded you through your climax.

The splashing between your legs got louder as your pussy pushed out your pleasure against Stu, who groaned loudly and slowed his thrusts until he stilled, pushing into you hard.

He whimpered as you felt him shoot his cum into you, the warmth making you squeeze down more around him which in turn made Stu moan louder, more desperate.

Stu pumped a couple more times into you as Billy started furiously stroking his cock over your face. You whimpered, “Please, Billy.”

That was all he needed to do exactly what you wanted, his release hitting your face as he groaned.

The warm dripping on your cheek and lips made you cum again despite yourself, your moans loud and bordering on a scream once more as Stu started fighting through his own overstimulation and pounded hard into you again.

Your pussy released another weak splash against Stu as you slowly reached the point of too much, your legs twitching and your hips trying to pull out of Stu’s hold.

He released your hands from behind your back and let you come down from your high as he stilled himself inside you again.

All three of you filled the room with the sound of heavy breaths for a minute, enjoying the immediate afterglow of your respective orgasms.

Once you were able to breathe slower, Stu slowly pulled out of your pussy and watched as his cum dripped after him.

You groaned in satisfaction and fell over to your side into the sheets, breathing deeply while your legs were shaking.

Stu laid down next to you and stared at you in awe as Billy stood up and walked into the bathroom. He returned with a warm wet towel and slowly and softly slid it over your thighs, making you whimper and spread them again to give him more space.

“You did fucking amazing, angel,” Stu mumbled before pressing a kiss to your lips that you happily returned. You couldn't help but giggle breathlessly and steal another kiss.

When you reached up to rub your eye you realized that you still had Billy's cum on your face.

You slid your finger through the mess and brought it down to your lips to clean it. A groan sounded from both Stu and Billy at the sight.

“God damn, dove, don't go starting something you definitely can't finish right now,” Billy said lowly and stared up at you with a lustful twinkle in his eye.

Stu hummed in agreement and grabbed the towel out of Billy's hand before wiping your face with it, making you chuckle.

“Thank you, baby,” you whispered when he was done and kissed him again.

Billy crawled up to you and pressed his own lips against yours as soon as you parted from Stu’s.

You loved these moments. All of you having cum so hard a neighbor was sure to leave a note on your door, asking you to quiet down.

The last time that happened the three of you spent an entire day making each other cum, seeing who could make the others scream the loudest.

Stu had won that bet.

Actually, you hoped a neighbor would leave another note. You wanted a repeat of that day.

Billy turned to Stu and slowly kissed him before mumbling, “And you my impatient little darling did well too.”

That made you perk up quickly.

“Impatient?” you asked. “What else did you have planned?”

Billy smirked at you and wrapped his arms around both you and Stu.

“Guess we'll keep that for next time. Let's hope your pretty pussy doesn't immediately make him cum again mm dove?”

You giggled and pressed your face into Billy's chest, already excited for the next time your partners catch you in the act.

And if you end up purposely waiting to touch yourself until right before they get home, then that's nobody's business but yours and theirs.

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