#people actually involved really annoys me

[sevsgiirl]

— when i get you alone, it’s so simple.

sevika week 2025: alone with me, day 6.

synopsis: sevika has had it out for you since the start. letting everyone know just how much she hated you and couldn’t stand you, but that didn’t seem to be the case once it’s just you two.

tags: bottom!sevika, top!reader, jealousy, oral sex.

note: happy day 6 of sevika week, y’all !! we’re finally back to some good ‘ol fashion smut. honestly this isn’t my absolute favorite because I currently have a raging headache and wrote while not feeling my best. but I hope you guys like it regardless <3

sevika can’t stand you.

she can’t stand the sight of you, being in the same room as you - your laugh, your snarky remarks about her age, your impulsiveness in missions. all of it.

a lot of her co-workers like to think she’s just bitter or has a personal vendetta against you that she doesn’t want to disclose when really, the older woman just finds you annoying.

ever since she met you she couldn’t tolerate your egotistical behavior. silco told her to cut you some slack simply because you’re younger, then again she’s worked with people of the same age as you. clearly it’s just your personality that’s the problem.

and honestly, you’ve given up trying to understand why sevika holds a lot of animosity towards you.

at first, it perplexed you because as far as you know, you’ve never done anything to agitate the older woman.

when silco hired you, you just did what you were told. you never talked back to your superiors and you’ve always tried to be as approachable as possible. so really, you don’t get it.

and that’s when it started to get annoying, her blatant hatred towards you. how she doesn’t even try to hide it anymore.

she’s always rolling her eyes at your ideas or walking out of the room whenever you showed up. truth be told, it hurt, because although she was never civilized with you, you at least wanted to get along with her since she was silco’s right hand woman.

she was well respected and feared by many, so getting on her good side would mean a lot - but it’s obvious she never had any intention of letting you get to know her.

so you basically accepted that if she was so hell bent on giving you a hard time, is that you were going to be ten time more insufferable than she was.

and good god, did she hate you for it.

𐙚˙⋆.˚

silco’s had enough.

it was obvious to everyone in the undercity, the last drop and the people that you worked with that the two of you clearly hated each other.

at first, silco didn’t really care just as long as you two got your work done. he had no business interfering with whatever petty squabbles his employees were involved in, but if it meant that it got in the way of your performances, then that’s a whole different story.

it started little by little with you and sevika bickering during meetings, to sending reports to silco’s office saying you didn’t want to be grouped together during assignments, and he dismissed all of it up until one of your fights interfered with one of the missions.

forcing him to sit both of you down like he was scolding a pair of toddlers.

“I only ask is that you focus on your jobs. tear each other’s heads off once you’ve clocked out of your shifts but bringing personal matters at work is simply unprofessional,” he reprimanded.

sevika didn’t dare speak a word as you instantly went into defense mode.

“well, the firelights wouldn’t have destroyed one of the cargos if only she stopped being a know-it-all!” you gestured to sevika who only glared at you “I was told to retrieve the payment but she kept meddling,”

“only because I can’t trust you to get the exact amount right, the last time silco asked you to get it we were short of the actual amount that was needed,”

“by one pound! I told silco to deduct it from my paycheck because it didn’t mean that big of a deal!”

“maybe to you it’s not but it’s little things like this that turn into even bigger problems I have to deal with in the end!”

“oh shut up, you just want an excuse to nag at me because you’re old and bitter!”

“what the fuck did you just say, you little-“

“okay, that’s enough,” silco bellowed as his thunderous voice halted your squabbling.

he rubbed his temples and lets out a groan “I expect both of you to put an end to whatever childish rivalry this is, because if not there will be serious consequences.” he warned, eyes narrowed into slits “understood?”

silence stretched across the room as you nodded your head, meanwhile sevika only huffed before rising from her seat and walked out the room.

causing silco to let out an agitated sigh “and I thought no one can get on her nerves more than jinx,”

𐙚˙⋆.˚

sevika had no intention of waving the white flag, her first resort was to just argue with you less and avoid you like the plague to reduce chances of fights from occurring.

if she were being honest, she didn’t even know why you angered her so much. perhaps the others were right when they said it was the difference in age and experience hence why you two couldn’t get along.

but it’s not like you were actively reckless, sure you had your moments but the only time you let yourself slip was during the payment issue, which was the first and only time you made a mistake yet she hung it over your head constantly.

she could put an end to her vendetta if she wanted to, which was something she debated about while she was lost in thought playing cards at the last drop after silco dismissed the two of you from his office.

trying to stay focused but her mind was elsewhere, specifically you.

it didn’t help when she heard the door open and there you were, strolling in as you signaled thieram to serve you a drink.

her eyes never leaving you as the people in her booth started calling her name “hello? sevika are you there?” which she ignored.

and it stayed on you even until some random girl walked up to you and started chatting you up, making her nerves feel like they were on fire because it’s this. it’s fucking moments like this where she realized she couldn’t stand you.

why she couldn’t stand the sight of you smiling, laughing or having a good time.

and most importantly, why she couldn’t stand the sight of you enjoying the company of somebody else.

god, she couldn’t fucking stand it. how it was so easy for you to approach everyone on your first day except her, and how you had a good word for everyone except her.

how even if she wanted to make amends with you she couldn’t because you act so differently with her.

and she wanted not to care, wanted to let it slide, but the thought of wandering hands sliding down your waist as you let this random chick at the bar chat you up angered her in ways she couldn’t even comprehend.

the next thing she knew, she walked over to you and towered over your smaller frame while you looked up and met her infuriated gaze with a look of confusion.

“sevika, what are you-“

“so it’s like this, huh? after silco told us off and gave us a warning, you’d rather slack off?” she said indignantly as your eyes widened.

you scoffed “well, it’s not like I’m the only one standing here, aren’t? from what I can tell you were playing cards just now.”

“at least I’m not chatting random people up and getting shit faced, aren’t I?”

you were confused at the sudden jab she made at the girl you were talking to, who had basically ran off to god knows where after seeing sevika.

you gawked at her, wondering where the hell all of this was coming from “you can’t be serious. silco told us to get along yet here you are picking another fight with me. seriously, what is your problem? are you so miserable at your job you can’t stand the sight of others having a life outside of theirs?”

“has silco’s missions been too much for you that you can’t go out and have a good time anymore? that’s why you’re taking it out on me?” at this point, you knew you were crossing the line, especially with the way sevika’s jaw ticked and her nostrils flared, but you continued.

“it is, isn’t it? don’t have much time to go to the gardens anymore?” you smirked “all pissed off because you haven’t had a good fuck recently?”

that’s what did it. sevika didn’t expect you to stoop that low and it caught her off guard for a second, but once she collected her bearings she narrowed her eyes at you, both of her fists clenched on her sides.

“everyone…” her voice traveled through the room like lightning and took everybody aback “out!”

they didn’t need to be told twice, scrambling to get out of their seats as fast as possible until it was just the two of you left in the bar. no possible witnesses, no nothing.

yup, you were definitely dying.

she took a dangerous step towards you, making you squirm “sevika, I was kidding-“

“you don’t know how to shut up, do you? all you ever do is piss me off. either by slacking off, wearing your skimpy clothing to work that practically shows off your ass cheeks, and then you’ll go ahead and flirt with random chicks at the bar as if you’re begging for attention.” she punctuated every word, venom dripping off of her tone.

“you beg for everyone’s attention but can’t have the decency to show me respect. always fucking ignoring me. what’s your issue, huh?” it was like a dam broke loose and she couldn’t be bothered to act civilized anymore, a culmination of all her frustrations with you finally bubbling beneath the surface “you’re so fucking obnoxious. it’s like you hired just to get on my nerves.

her chest rose up and down as she finished with her ranting, but what she didn’t expect once she was done was for you to be smirking up at her - a mischievous glint in your eyes.

“… I get it now,” you said, your tone quiet but sly “all this time you’ve been bitching at me and it’s not because you actually hate me… but because you want my attention?”

sevika was at a loss for words, trying her best to make a counter argument but all of it died down when your hand found purchase at the front of her shirt and you pulled her closer.

her face now inches away from yours as you stared into her eyes, an allure to your actions.

“you’re mad at me because I give everyone else attention except you?” you mused, your lips brushing against hers as a shiver ran down her spine.

“well, you got me where you want me.” you whispered, a challenge “now we’re all alone,”

you didn’t even give her a moment to react before you captured her lips with your own, pulling her against you so her strong legs trapped yours against the bar as she kissed you back with as much fervor, not even bothering to lie through her teeth or call your bluff. because deep down, she knew you were right.

a small whine slipped past your lips when her hands squeezed the sides of your hips, her body warm and hard against yours as you felt her pelvis grind slightly against your clothed crotch.

you pulled away, all shallow breathing and heavy lidded eyes as you stepped down from the bar stool and kneeled down in front of her.

she stumbled a bit and looked down at you, not quite believing what she was seeing when your nimble fingers started trailing up her muscular legs until it reached her belt loop.

but you stopped, throwing her a doubtful stare and she swore she almost melted.

“I’m not doing this unless it’s something you really want,” you said, and she lets out a shuddering breath before she took the initiative herself and started undoing the leather fastened around her waist.

she unzipped her pants and you were quick to replace her hands with your own, seeing the wet patch that stained her tight boxers as your mouth watered at the sight.

“oh baby…” you purred with a cheeky grin “could’ve just told me all this time this is what you wanted all along.”

you didn’t even give her time to respond, as you pulled down both her pants and her underwear to be greeted by the sight of her brown, puffy folds glistening with her arousal.

she tried to maintain her balance by leaning against the bar, arms clutching the edge until her knuckles turned white as you drew a finger down her slit.

“such a slut for me, sev.” you muttered before you took her pussy into your warm mouth.

her hips bucked as the sensation of your tongue dipping into the tight clutch of her needy hole sent her into a spiral, clutching the edge of the bar for stability but it was no use as she started grinding down onto your tongue in desperate little circles.

the ends of your lips curling up at her needy behavior as you slurped her up, the sounds of her wetness dripping down from your nose to your chin, filling the quiet atmosphere of the bar. her breathy whimpers getting higher in pitch as she began riding your face in earnest.

so desperate for her release as you spread her lips apart and began lapping at her dripping cunt.

“that’s my girl…” you slurred, so pussy drunk as sevika continued using your mouth to get off “just needed to be alone with me so I could fuck the attitude out of you, huh?.”

with that, you slipped your tongue to prod at her clenching hole and her movements stuttered as you clutched the meat of her ass in a tight grip, encouraging her to bounce on your face while you hummed in satisfaction as her slick poured into your mouth like honey.

you brought your hand up and rubbed tight circles around her clit and just like that, she fell apart.

the coil in her stomach instantly snapping as she came with her back arching off the counter, letting out the most obscene moans as your licking and sucking never once faltered, and she rode it out until she began to feel overstimulated.

you pulled away, the bottom half of your face coated with her cum and your pupils so dilated you looked almost animalistic - yet when sevika stared down at you, she couldn’t help but to think to herself how she hasn’t seen anything more infuriating but beautiful at the same time.

“well,” you let out a breathy chuckle, a smirk teasing at the corners of your mouth as you licked your lips “good news for silco is we finally got along, didn’t we?”

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

a story that is very book 4 coded

These are real events that happened to me recently.

I am going to swap out the names of the real people and places involved with Twst-equivalents AND IT ACTUALLY READS LIKE SOMETHING YOU'D SEE IN VIGNETTES.

Azul, Jade, Floyd, and Jamil walk into the Mostro Lounge's kitchen. Somehow, Azul has convinced Jamil to pay them a visit and to help them prepare a test dish for their new spring menu: meat doria (rice gratin). Jamil sighs and tells Azul, "There's not enough vegetables in this. I'll roast some broccoli to pair with it. You three take care of the main dish."

Azul instructs the twins to dice the onions and to wash the mushrooms. Jade and Floyd proceed to crowd on either side of Jamil and pester him with a barrage of questions. "Are you for real using all of that broccoli?"/"How should I chop the onion?"/“What should I use to wash the mushrooms?" The twins also begin to tell stories of their previous kitchen escapades, which involve mishandling knives and cutting bread in their hands instead of on a cutting board or table. Jamil becomes increasingly annoyed and concerned. "I thought you two were the Mostro Lounge's chefs?! Why in the world are you like THIS?!"

Jade eventually gets around to washing the mushrooms, but he decides to pile on ALL of them into the colander, creating a sizable mound. Azul complains that's way too many mushrooms and says to at least wash them in two batches.

At some point, Azul hands the twins a can of tomatoes and asks them to open it. Floyd attempts, but the can opener doesn't seem to work. Jade suggests that this is because the opener has rusted. Floyd shrugs and tries a second time, but begins to whine that the can opener isn't working. This irritates Azul so much that he leaves the stove and snatches the can opener from Floyd. “If I want something done right, I have to do it myself,” he grumbles.

"Perhaps you can at least handle measuring out the spices," Azul says. Nope, WRONG. Jade bothers him by asking questions about the measurements, while Floyd carelessly tosses various spices into a hot pan. Some of the spices miss the pan and hit the stove instead, which Azul complains they'll have to clean up later.

Throughout all of this background chaos, Jamil busies himself with chopping broccoli. Unfortunately for him, the twins return their attention to Jamil and, on either side of him, they sway back and forth, waiting for the next instruction. Jamil ignores them and begins cooking the broccoli on the stove. To his dismay, Azul tries to strike up a conversation with him, as they’re now both side-by-side at the stove. Azul takes his eyes off of the twins for too long and--uh oh, Floyd's got his hands on a knife and is swinging it around. Jade is watching his twin but NOT stopping him. "Stop that this instant!" Azul shouts. "If you want to swing that knife, then take it outside, not in my precious lounge! We JUST got this table, at least give me a year to enjoy it before it's destroyed!"

Jamil takes this opportunity to quickly plate the perfectly cooked, perfectly spiced broccoli onto serving bowls. He then quietly moves to wash the dishes and wipe up the areas he used.

Despite all of this, they manage to make the intended meat doria (and it tasted pretty good with the broccoli). Azul declares that this was a success, they really should team up more often! Jamil looks like he wants to die. "NEVER AGAIN."

[pandapool]

No Powers AU | Art Thief Wade/Investigator Logan (different first meeting)

Wade is bored as fuck at his car dealer job, but also doesn’t really want to go back to merc work. he even started to occasionally go to the museum with Peter during their lunch break or after work.

until one day, Peter looks at one of the paintings and jokes, ‘man, I wish that were hanging in my house. Imagine that,’ he chuckles and moves on to the next painting. Wade stays rooted to the spot, tilting his head in contemplation and staring at the painting as he quietly says, ‘yeah, imagine that.’

---

Logan has been a Private Investigator for over a decade. it's not quite as fulfilling as Scott's teacher job seems to be, but at least the work keeps him from completely drowning himself in alcohol plus, it gets him out of the house.

he gets consulted by the police and gets involved with a new job; an art thief and a good one.

they leave no trace, sneak past every security system and take everything from paintings to ancient relicts to jewellery. it’s always museums or private collectors and after 3 months the police still hasn’t even a starting point.

cue a game of cat and mouse with Logan tracking down Wade and Wade continuing to escape at the last moment. sometimes lingering on purpose, only to evade Logan's grasp.

and as annoying and pride-hurting it is, deep down Logan has to admit it's kinda... fun. even when he takes on other cases, he never stops his endeavour to find Wade.

it's also undeniable that they start to get to know each other. in some sort of twisted, unconventional way, they learn all those little facts about the other. during those late, lonely hours with only Jack Daniels to keep him company Logan can admit that there'd be missing something in his life without keeping out an eye for new thefts or artefacts mysteriously disappearing.

so he almost feels a pang of melancholy when he has Wade cornered at last.

'just tell me... how?' he asks, looking at Wade. trying to commit everything about his face to memory. 'how did you manage to steal all those things with absolutely zero trace?'

Wade chuckles, a small smile playing around his lips as he shakes his head.

'c'mon, bub. backup will be here in less than 3 minutes. i caught you, don't you think i deserve to know?'

a beat of silence, then. 'i never stole anything.'

Logan scoffs. 'cut the crap.'

'no, really,' Wade insists. he clears his throat. 'well, let's just say, all those people who had stuff gone missing? they definitely had an interest in it doing so.' then he adds thoughtfully, 'the only thing i truly stole is this painting that now hangs in my friend's bedroom. but good luck tracing that back to me.'

Logan faltered, just for a moment. was Wade actually telling the truth? in some cases there really had been some information that didn't quite add up, but the proof that the respective items had been stolen had been stronger.

'i'll see you around,' Wade says wiggling his fingers in a wave. there's a loud boom and Logan instinctively ducks and turns around, but there's nothing but a small trail of smoke slowly curling up into the sky.

Logan turns back around, but of fucking course, Wade is gone, despite Logan only having looked away for a moment.

---

three months later, Logan is in Canada for another case. Storm, his partner assigned to him for this case, had forced him to take a day off while they were waiting for some requested information to come through and spend the day skiing.

Logan is waiting for Storm to come back from the bathroom when a snowboarder sidles up to him.

'nice view, huh,' they say.

Logan glances over and hums noncommittally. the person is wearing black ski trousers over a deep red wool jumper. then they fully turn to him.

'told ya i'd be seeing you around, peanut.' Wade winks at Logan, before popping down his ski googles and starts down the hill, getting lost in the crowd.

'who was that?' Storm asks when she joins Logan not 30 seconds later.

'an old friend,' Logan says, still looking in the direction where Wade vanished.

(to be continued)(maybe)

[crow-caller]

It's so weird (I lack a better word) to have Leftover book projects as a writer. I have a four book series which at this point is nearly a decade old, like 300k of words, which I'll never publish, or return to to rewrite. It won't be read, probably not even by me. But it sure exists, and was so much of my life at the time. I have two other complete, unpublished manuscripts in the same state. They're not good enough to self publish, so they just... exist forever, yknow?

There's some good bits and ideas and sections of writing, some of which I could perhaps reuse one day, but I don't know and couldn't say!

For nostalgia, here's a longass bit of rambling about all my never published books:

First, I... actually, only as I type this, believe some of them may still be uploaded on wattpad or fictionpress. I wouldn't recommend them, I have still affection for what they were to me and what their potential is, but don't bother hunting them down

The Terminal Quartet

Each book was named after a horticultural term, including 'Terminal'. This threw everyone off, but I was taking a horticulture class in high school and was inspired! My memory is vague but I was probably about 15 when I wrote the first book, then about 16, 17, and 19 for the others. I wrote Termi1 at the same time i was writing angel radio, which was traditionally published— there's still a post on THIS tumblr from the time where I lament AR was way more popular on fictionpress despite me liking Terminal more.

Terminal was.... a lot, tone wise, genre wise. It was comedy but with a lot of drama, violence, even gore, and hard themes.

Terminal

A misanthropic worker in Hell decides to quit, stealing a recent human. Mannie was this annoying, weird, character i really cared for, and my first time really thinking about an aroace (and agender) character— a long time before I felt i could ID as anything. The book was a lot of walking and talking and didn't quite have momentum or purpose, as Mannie toured this underground Hell which was oddly not supernatural... despite shape-shifting hellhounds and people with horns.

Eventually it comes out the demons (and angels) are these lab experiments, Hell is a bunker, and everyone's kind of forgotten this do to an EXTREMELY convoluted 19 year time loop that only affected the earth's surface but not hell or the present non-looping earth angels lived in. That time loop was my bane, I still recall the genius moment in art class where I figured it all out... and it never really made sense again. Despite that, symboligically, the weird loop was really important— the series was all about people stuck in cycles of behaviour and the past. The loop was also key to the plot, so I couldn't ever edit it out or change it really.

It turned out Mannie was one of the original people involved in the incident that created the loop. This desperately lonely but in denial immortal, who needs acknowledgement but instead is perpetually a side character to more important people doing important things

“What’s wrong?” “A lot,” I said, and I felt like this was it. This was enough. I could probably live with never speaking again if it meant those would be my last words. Blake was there with me, and in another few seconds, like everything else in my life, that too had passed. In the damp darkness of October, the morning before Halloween, I balled my fists up and shivered in the wind, cold under the light of the new moon, alone in a shifting forest. Thinking of a tampered clock and the boy who hadn’t known. In another few seconds, it was spring, and I was warm, and besides the world, nothing else had changed.

Radicle

Man so many people assumed this was a typo.

Radi was my most read story, eclipsing terminal by a lot. It was stand alone enough to do so. To this day, my mom who read all my stuff, mentions radicle and how she liked it best, including over my actually published and edited stuff.

Radi was about Nichael. All the books were a close 1st person POV, as i looooved writing strong character voices. Nichael was an angel, who witnessed something never specified around the cult leader angel Michael. So began a pretty weird psychosexual ambigipus something, where Nichael is sent to Hell as an ambassador, begins to learn the truth about Michael, and yet keeps returning to him.

Nichael even learns the truth of himself, how a demon he meets is his actual forgotten sister, and he still kills her and dies in Michael's arms... but ensures a peace deal between heaven and hell, so other angels can escape. Radi was fun. I really enjoyed the angelic cult-ure. Michael was the guy the cycles were based around, eternally 19, very mentally ill, my favourite wretched blorbo...

Evergreen

This was a novella, and the final one i wrote. I finished it during my first year in uni.

After heaven and hell have peace, all the angels have moved into hell's city. It followed Michael, and his tumultuous existence as this still worshipped cult leader god.... but now that love is more pity, if not hate, as the angels have seen his hypocrisy and lies. He's having a mental health spiral when someone identical to Nichael shows up, who winds up being this weird amnesiac shapeshifter? It's a very strange story about identity and self, but i really really liked it, and it was pretty fitting for a difficult time in my life.

Umbel

Look I'm rambling approximate summaries, umbel was a lot more going on. It wasn't stand alone and tied things together. Characters returned, events recycled though ever different. The 20 year peace anniversary is a contentious time. A new hellhound is trying to keep the peace and begins to realize everyone important in hell knows him somehow. Mannie is there, barely disguised, and no one recognises them (because I didn't know i was faceblind I just never considered how weird that was).

I’ve always been a lost cause, and I’ve long accepted it to be a fundamental part of my personality. It’s not depressing to me, and never was. I’ve simply always been called one since before my memory began, and it’s become nothing more than a standard fit label to me at this point. Still, I sort of figured that when I got to Hell and away from my family, things would be sort of different. Old traditions wouldn’t be able to follow. And yet- Well, okay, no one had yet to call me a lost cause, but I promise, that day was coming. Because I was really fucking bad at my job.

It had a kinda happy ending after a lot of devastation. That's my favourite kind.

The Ascension

This was a joke originally. I looked at my old Mary Sue esque ocs and storyline, and on a joke with a friend, tried to write a more serious version. Most of the plot just wasn't anything, but there were bits I was really into, and it became the basis of my DND world!

The first image is what Aster looked like in my head as a kid, the second is the protagonist of the Ascension

A girl (very autistic coded, aromantic but not ace— i didn't feel comfortable IDing as anything for a long time, but I had interesting patterns as a youth, huh) embarks on a holy, always-doomed quest to awaken her country's sacred God of the Sea. She has been chosen to succeed, though she doesn't know it yet— chosen long ago to suffer and ascend into godhood herself, to destroy her world and be the next all-god in a cycle of deities and experimentation.

It was a mix of fantasy and unexpected sci-fi, as it came to light the current all-god of the sky was once mortal too, taken by an interdimensional scientist and altered into godhood. This is Aster's inescapable fate.

And the being running this experiment?? Um. Mew from pokemon. The sky god is ho-oh. The other two are groudon and kyogre. Yeah, I said this was based on childhood ocs, remember!

One Dead Girl

This is my most recent project, a high fantasy YA based on some of my dnd stuff. Illuzi was a noble girl with demonic blood, whose mother shaved her horns until hiding it became too risky. Her death was faked and she was abandoned. Years later, the irresponsible, mad bigender prince(ss) she was once in love with recruits her for a mission at the Palace, and she uncovers the truth of her nation's eternal war with demons— it is all a farce, the rulers of both sides in a contract to keep the war going as a tool of control.

The princess manipulates illuzi to kill the king and queen so he can seize power, aiming to inspire the people to revolt in his mad reign— while a betrayed Illuzi leaves to the Hellmouth, hoping for a place she could ever belong

There once was a story I knew very well, about a girl who had everything in the world and just a little bit more. That was the sort of story you relied on when you were not born right. Even if you did not look like the blonde girl on the cover, with her gossamer gowns and long straight hair. When the world was cruel you had to read stories where more than half of it was the part about being saved, where even the villains would exposit on the wonders of your heart, where your heart was any good at all in a world of selfishness and apathy. That was the story, at least, I had relied on. In the story of Princess Illuzi, a lovely girl is turned into a monster because she is too perfect to exist. She is beloved- kind, generous, and beautiful- and for this a fiend seeks out and punishes her. Fiends see the good, pure things in the world and writhe in jealousy. Yet always the fiend is defeated, and the princess is saved, and her kingdom had missed her very, very much. I did not think my home missed me when I’d left. I did not think the garden realized the child who picked her flowers had disappeared, or the non-existent pixies noticed no new houses were being built from sticks and stones. The moths did not realize they were no longer getting bedtime stories, and the stuffed animals did not mourn nights in warm beds. I’d never been missed. Not even Alessandra had missed me. Not in the proper way, the way it is in stories: they kiss and fall in love and get married in the morning and every person in the world is happy for them. I marched, ever slowly, north. To the land where bad stories came from, and to a city that might welcome me at last.

One Dead Girl 2 (Here Comes The Dragon? End The Halycon Days? Title never picked)

This one i wrote only 20k of or so. Illuzi arrives to the Hellmouth. She learns demons are born from the pain and negative feelings of the world, that strong ones are made from consuming the weak, that blood controls blood, that... there's a sentient pool of blood and visera they were all born from known as MOTHER LACRIMAAS

She. To know her as anything else would be ridiculous, I knew who she was and I recognized her in myself, where she had always been- she was, and she was. There in the blood and ooze and the sea of teeth and children, there she was. I was curled over and under and she came to me and I understood why everyone was watching from the shore with such sadness in their gazes, and I understood why I had been made to meet her. I understood. I hated it. O Mother Lacrimaas, hater of us all- I knew her, for she was my blood, and she was everything wrong with me, and she climbed into my skin with a million bloody fingertips and made her home in my hollow little heart.

Also there was a giant bat person from across the world who was maybe going to be a love interest.

I, um, had a really vivid dream about falling in love with an alien bat around this time and woke up like "i need to put this in my book"

The last book, which i had some notes for, was going to be called EATER OF CHAINS or so.

[nenoname]

Curious, what are your thoughts on the writing of female characters in the show? Some felt they are rather dismal since also often the named female characters ended up in a love interest plot at some point (Mabel and her friends in NMM, and the Dipper and Candy subplot in Roadside Attraction).

I somewhat also believe a part of the Mabel hate also stems from their criticism of how Mabel is written. Because of how she's based on his sisters, so Hirsch's more light on her especially when it comes the show's 'lessons'. Also why fans have an issue with her. Hirsch keeps punching Dipper down because he wasn't afraid of making fun himself. That doesn't happen nearly as often with Mabel, and even if it does, it feels a lot less harsh or brushed away. Like why did the puppet guy in Sock Oprea have to be creep at the end? It's like she ruined her puppet show to help Dipper, but also dogged a bullet.

And another issue with Wendy: the writers also fear to crack her that they shot down any story idea that would have developed her. Alex keeps saying he has ideas for Wendy, but I'm honestly having a hard time believing him, since she keeps being barely involved in any new material. And whenever she does, it's often with regard to Dipper's crush. I also explored a bit of it in my essay: https://www.tumblr.com/the-orion-scribe/758682657983971328/a-nitpick-on-the-book-of-bill?source=share

So, what are your thoughts?

it's super annoying that candy and grenda only really got attention for meh love plots.... my girls deserve more than that.... (and people better quit ignoring that they beat bill's ass!!!!)

alex is more comfortable with being more harsh on dipper but even still a lot of the plots where he has to "sacrifice" something tends to get softened up too, like how in the pool ep wendy also immediately gets fired and the time travel ep immediately has waddles humiliating robbie in front of everyone (and also a lot of people + dipper himself just ignore that what dipper was doing wouldn't stop robbie from asking wendy out, it's only delaying it at most and that's definitely not worth ruining mabel's happiness that she only lost because she helped dipper out and he refused to find a way where they both "won")

it's been like ten years since the show ended, and he says he has so many stan o war stories in his head so i genuinely do think alex actually has some idea on what to do with wendy but like. him doing one line with her at most in tbob is so disappointing and it makes me wince when it feels like pacifica comes off as a replacement (and when mabel's only relationship with her former rival is just to wingman her and her bro >:///// booooooooo it's like her shipping candy and dipper all over again but this time constantly in supplementary materials like a jumpscare)

you've mentioned that a likely reason for the focus on pacifica is the angst potential and honestly i feel like alex can easily dig into wendy's struggles with her own dad (and how that can bounce off with the daddy issues duo of stan and soos) + it's.... more easy to relate to that than having comically evil obscenely rich parents??? idk man

OH ACTUALLY DONT GET ME STARTED ON THE WHOLE PAZ HAVING MORE OF A CONNECTION WITH WENDY'S ANCESTOR THAN WENDY DOES--

[yoinkschief]

Yeahh there is definitely more that should've been said about Gene's past actions that just don't get acknowledged, but sexual harassment in the series has unfortunately never really been taken seriously (see Zane + Ghost/Emmalyn and Laurance/Aaron + Michi, which gets played up for jokes a ton cause haha ! silly ! women can't be sexual harassers ! (/sarc)

So it is very sad and damaging to see this kind of content being produced to kids, and I don't think Jess had any ill intent with it but it definitely felt like an oversight of the "state of the internet at the time it was being uploaded" with that kind of ""humor"" being normalized and no one really seriously critiquing the tropes of anime at the time as being into anime was only just beginning to be "cool", it was still in the throes of being a weird kid thing from school so no one had any serious discussion about it yet because it wasn't in mainstream (at least for America)

I totally get what you mean tho - I too had grown to actually kinda appreciate the ship between Aph and Aaron, for MyStreet anyway, I mean their relationship in Diaries was cute too I was just frustrated that most of it was off screen and we only saw bits and pieces of them growing closer and it was mostly framed as like "we're just co-parenting so we should get to know each other better" which is cute n all but again happened mostly off screen

When it comes to the characters having like nothing or a lot of story it's kinda frustrating, yeah, especially because a lot of the story elements they did have when they were apart of their MCD counterpart was like completely ignored, which I mean like I get it this is a completely different story that wasn't supposed to technically be a story, it was just a silly spin off series of MCD that got more popular than it did, and so they started adding story elements to it

But because it was originally just a spinoff there's a lot of retconning that has to happen of like original iterations, rewrites and work arounds that get annoying really quick, and I really really hope they can expand upon the characters in Season 7 in some way, I think it would be fun and cute to bring back Jess's original intention with the series as a simple slice of life series but give it like plot

I mean it would make sense to do that in my head where like, if I'm reading the trailer correctly, it'll be a thing of returning Aaron's memories to him, so a nice way to do that is to make it a slice of life series once again with wacky hijinks and silly things, especially since the last season was so devastatingly traumatizing for pretty much everyone involved

Me personally I think it would be fun to play around with ideas with the different characters finding their support groups in different ways, like the different ways they work through everything that happened to them, maybe some will go to an actual anonymous support group, some will go to therapy and counselling, others confide in their significant other/close friends, so on

but that's just me LOL I like small world building bits like that, I'd like for everyone to get their character plot lines tied up nicely with a pretty bow, everyone goes through the healing process of trauma in their own ways, just because it'd be a nice way to end the series. Aphmau and Aaron get back together and whatnot and everyone is happy and it leaves the ending satisfying and yet open enough for people to still have fun writing silly one-shots/continuations/spin-offs,,, not sure if that'll be what it actually is tho seeing as we've gotten no trailers/teasers for the actual animated series, only small things to essentially tide the fans over while we wait LOL

I like Mystreet as much as the next person, I was a MCD person, and I'll always be a MCD person...with that being said, from time to time, I think about the comparisons for characters between the two properties...you know the usual, like the Mystreet Laurance and MCD Laurance, or sometimes Garroth, or even Katelyn...this rambling session isn't about them though, it's about Dante.

By far, Dante is one of my favorites in MCD. At first glance, he can be forgettable. He's not apart of the Aphmau love triangle, nor is he apart every adventure in season 2, but when you get the whole picture of MCD, he's character is amazing.

I mean, there's so much to him. His personality, his morals, his history...his family. Dante is a character that is easily expandable.

By far, one of the most important things about Dante, is his loyalty. This man, stayed 15 years in the same place because his Lord told him to, no matter how many offers for him to leave came up, he didn't, and that is extremely compelling.

With that said, it's time for Mystreet Dante...anyways! Dante in Mystreet (+ Phoenix Drop High) is quite different. First off, Dante in Mystreet is extremely flirty, to the point he's creepy and disrespectful. In Phoenix Drop High(mostly effecting Mystreet later on), Dante taught Travis creepy behaviors, such as touching others without their permission. Of course, this is all played for humor, Dante in Mystreet is all played for humor...even when his behaviors are far from it.

To add to this behavior, it's very obvious from the first episode of Mystreet, that Dante is supposed to be seen in a more love interest route, a route that Mystreet Aphmau realistically, doesn't chose. I find this odd, comparably, in MCD, Dante views Aphmau as a sister, and I'd like to believe Aphmau views Dante as brother, or at least as someone who is family...this really makes me wonder, why did Jessica, in Season 1 of Mystreet, put Dante in a love interest light? When she makes it very clear In MCD, that Dante doesn't view Aphmau in that way.

Another thing about Dante, that reloves around love, is his relationships, romantic relationships that is. In season 1 of Phoenix Drop, Dante not only dates Kawaii~Chan, but Nicole(An obvious reference to MCD). In MCD, The Kawaii~Chan and Nicole situation is taken as a situation that is sad and complicated. I'm not exactly sure on times, but Dante does Date Nicole for awhile, before she must go back to Scaleswind, and if I remember correctly, Nicole does ask Dante to go with her, but he refuses, because of his commitment to Phoenix Drop. After Nicole gets to Scaleswind, she finds she is with child, but then there's Kawaii~Chan. During the 15 year time skip, Kawaii~Chan travels a bit before settling back in Phoenix Drop. Dante and Kawaii~Chan only date after Dante and Nicole breakup...but eventually, Nicole comes for a visit. When Nicole visits, Kawaii~Chan is three months pregnant, while Nicole is also obviously pregnant. There is a very important thing to this situation, Dante doesn't know he is the father of Nicole's child. So for years after, Dante, lives unaware, until the child (Or Dimitri) sneaks away from Nicole, but after that gets sorted out, Dante steps up, he takes responsibility for Dimitri.

Now, none of that happens in Phoenix Drop High. It's just Dante dating Nicole and Kawaii~Chan at the same time. Of course, Dante deals with consequences of being a jerk to these two girls, because if I remember correctly, they dump him. I just can't help but think about it, since the two situations are very different in the priorities, one, doesn't make anyone a villain, it was a situation of major miscommunication, and as soon as every communicated, the situation turned into taking care of everyone and becoming a family. While in Phoenix Drop High, the situation is there to paint Dante as a major jerk, rightfully so, because he shouldn't be dating two people at the same time, but I just can't help but notice the two situations...and how they paint everyone in it.

There is only a few redeeming qualities of Mystreet Dante. He is funny sometimes, like in Dante and Travis the show. The changes between MCD Dante and Mystreet Dante, just makes me think about why...why did they change him so drastically? Was it just fit a trope, was it something deeper, or was it nothing at all, and I'm just thinking too deep?

(If I get any facts about MCD Dante wrong, please tell me, I haven't watched MCD in awhile)

[dykedvonte]

I was rewatching mouthwashing, and I ended up thinking of the different reactions that Curly and Jimmy had in doing their tasks. How during the scene of Anya evaluating Jimmy and showing dread towards the idea of doing his evaluation, Curly was the one that offered to take it off her hands. He had no issue with adding more to his plate, because he knew - or well, thought, he knew that Jimmy wasn't going to "bullshit" with him since he's known him for a long time. When Anya hands Curly a note from Swansea, Curly goes to check out what the issue is and he takes care of it without a complaint, the only "complaint" he has is how this incident could have damaged the pods. Which is reasonable, those pods are their only way to be saved if anything tragic happens on the ship. However, in comparison to Jimmy being asked to do things, he's passive-aggressive about it. When Anya asks Jimmy if he could help her out with Curly's painkillers, he tells her that people should be worth their titles, specifically using her title as a nurse when she asked him for help and then when she says forget it, since he made her feel insecure, he still goes "Oh no, I'LL take care of it" as if he was doing a chore, a favor for her. Then, there's that part where he blows up at her for things that she didn't even ask him to do - more so the others asked him about it, like the code scanner, him deciding he needed to find the axe for the foam, and then, there's the medicine part (which when she does ask, and she reconsiders - going to do it herself, he takes that away from her). Jimmy complains about the tasks he has to do and he treats it like a big issue, a "woes me" that he has to do this and that - wanting the praise of the capital without actually doing any work. While Curly doesn't complain about it, in fact, he even mentions that he's aware of how well he is doing at his job as a Captain during that cockpit scene with him and Jimmy. If Jimmy only had to do a small amount of tasks to get irritated and annoyed at being captain, while Curly didn't which I feel like encapsulates their personalities. Curly understands what he's doing is a job, it's a responsibility, why would he complain at any point for doing what he's suppose too? Why would he be upset at people asking him to do tasks? While Jimmy on the other hand, isn't used to it at all and it's different to what he's had before and he's realizing that he doesn't actually like doing the work he has too. I just wanted to ramble about it even if it seemed kind of obvious xd

It’s obvious but it is a thing people miss or understate when trying to find parallels in Curly’s and Jimmy’s relationship/personalities.

Like the way people portray it as neither taking responsibility when it is almost split down the middle of Curly taking responsibilities and faults that shouldn’t be his and making himself unequipped to handle the ones that are while Jimmy refuses to handle the responsibilities he has because he wasn’t expecting the work that comes with them.

Not a lot to say but people forget that another thing the game comments on is prioritization of issues and responsibilities and how the guys fail at it in one way or another in the situation.

[baphometsss]

if i see one more post about how solas/mythal/elgar'nan had a weird love triangle thing going on i'm gonna scream

[sonknuxadow]

i hate that the sonic movies get more advertising and attention from the general public than other sonic media does for a number of reasons but one thing that is particularly annoying to me right now is that because of this when a new sonic game or comic or cartoon or literally anything else that im actually excited for happens nobody seems to notice or care that it exists but now that the big new sonic thing (sonic 3) is something that im not really looking forward to at all im constantly being asked and told about it.. like come onnnnn

[ourceliumnetwork]

dry swallowing pills is my stupidest flex. i'm not even showing off anymore i'm just impatient

[makingshortstorieslong]

ooooooooooooih I feel like I'm being pulled sixty directions at once and it's mostly my own doing and it's impossible to prioritize and every time I have to make a decision I open this site or Instagram!!!!!!!!!!

[neriyon]

What was their initial impression of the four claimants? How did this change over the course of the story?

( 22 Dawntrail Inspired WoL/OC Questions )

Wuk Lamat: Oh Hawu'li loved Wuk Lamat right from first meeting her in Old Sharlayan. They are very similar in personality, and immediately bonded over food. She might've been a bit naiive, but so is Hawu'li, so he'd probably not even notice. She clearly loves her people and wants to help them - that's all you could ever ask from a leader, right? It was only when Gulool Ja Ja voiced his worries to him privately that he even thought to stop and think about everything for a while. Luckily she did a lot of growing on her own, eventually convincing everyone she really could handle this responsibility.

Koana: Funnily enough, Koana's aloof and a bit snobbish personality originally reminded Hawu'li a bit about his older brother, Hawu'to (researcher in Old Sharlayan). He loved his second brother to bits, but also often felt like he was a bit too stupid to understand what Hawu'to was talking about. Or to see his grand visions for future. Same with Koana - boy was clearly smart and had so many innovations, but felt a bit... mechanical? Bit too detached from the reality of someone who lives very "heart first brain second".

Later on, when Koana got to show consern for his sister and even went a bit feral to protect her there was this small "oh." in Hawu'li haha. He started paying more attention to the other catboy, took notice of the occasional awkwardness and kind heart beneath it, and started looking forward to meeting him again. I've not yet decided where they end up going forward, but they definitely kissed when Koana shows up in your inn room and are now, at the end of current msq, at some sort of "we'll explore this and see where it goes" situation.

Zarool Ja: Zarool Ja came off as very stoic and withdrawn, but not necessarily a threat? Sure, even Hawu'li raised his eyebrows a bit at this man's mentions of war and conquest, but in his "everyone means well" personality he just assumed Zarool Ja had some secret plan under it. Or that he was just a bit misguided, and would get the little jolt back to more peaceful track during the contest. How wrong he ended up being... Hawu'li honestly still feels pretty bad that he didn't take Krile's words serious enough. That he inadvertly caused the attack on Tuliyollal by ignoring the warning signs. It also reminded him of the whole thing with Zenos, making him a bit moody for a while (dw, he got over it after moping around a bit and talking about it with both G'raha and Krile), but in the end he once again had to accept that he wasn't responsible for actions of others and that Zarool Ja's hatred was as unyielding as Hawu'li's conviction to protect the peace.

Bakool Ja Ja: Hmm, Bakool Ja Ja was more of a bully right from the start, so Hawu'li actually felt like the man would deserve to get bonked with a staff a few times to teach him a lesson. Or like, a really long lecture. He did think that Bakool Ja Ja was young and possibly afraid of... something, causing him to act like that, but the actual reveal still came as a complete surprise. He felt sympathy, of course (as he always does), but still had this strong annoyance over his actions putting so many lives at risk just to get ahead in a competition. There definitely were some angry hissing and a long lecture after everything haha, but he hasn't given up hope that Bakool Ja Ja would change really after all this, like he seemed to be doing after the invasion.

[drolta]

sad that mortal kombat used to have quality in their games and now it’s just 90% cash grabs.

[sunniques]

— ¡ 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 !

in which your sister’s boring party takes an exciting turn.

❥ PAIRING: lee heeseung x female reader x park sunghoon

❥ GENRE: threesome au, smut

❥ WORD COUNT: 3.8k

❥ CW/TW: threesome, infidelity, voyeurism, small age gap, oral sex (f & m), unprotected sex, spit roasting, multiple creampies

NOTE: don’t like, don’t read.

“Y/N, will you do me a favor?”

You roll your eyes at the question as irritation crawls up your skin. It’s one of the questions you hate the most, especially coming from your sister. “Another one?”

“Don’t be a bitch. You staying for my party is not even a real favor,” she scowls at you. 

“It actually is because mom and dad won’t let you have it unless I’m here,” you scowl back as your irritation grows. “And I literally had plans today.” 

“I told you you could invite your little friends,” she snaps angrily. “It’s not my fault they didn’t want to come!”

You don’t blame your friends for not wanting to hang around your sister and her friends. They were vapid and annoying. Tolerating them was always a challenge, but at least you would be able to hide in your room this time.

“Whatever. What’s the favor?”

“Will you hang out with Sunghoon when he gets here? He’s gonna feel awkward without Gayoung around, and he actually seems to like you.”

“Heeseung isn’t coming?” You ask, surprised that the two friends who are always attached at the hip aren’t coming together.

“No, he is, but…” your sister’s expression turns a bit bashful. “We’re probably gonna be hanging out alone, and I don’t want Sunghoon to feel awkward. You know how he is.”

You frown at how thoughtless her actions are. Some friend she is. 

It’s likely that Sunghoon declined her invitation since his girlfriend won’t be coming, but obviously your sister’s obsession with Heeseung pushed her to berate him into coming and bringing her crush along. She didn’t handle rejection well which is why she’s still latching onto the hope that Heeseung will finally see her as more than a friend.

A losing battle if you ever saw one.

“Fine,” you say slyly. “I’ll make sure Sunghoon has a great time.”

Sunghoon is the first to admit that he’s a little bit of a pushover. He’s always been one to go along with other people’s whims even if he didn’t necessarily want to. That’s how he ended up at a pool party he didn’t even really want to be at. Initially, he came because he was unable to reject his friend’s invitation. Literally. She didn’t take no for an answer, and she insisted that he bring Heeseung, who she’s liked for a long, long time.

Now, Sunghoon had no problem being a wingman, but unfortunately for everyone involved, Heeseung doesn’t feel the same way about his friend. It’s painfully obvious to their entire friend group, and if Sunghoon hadn’t mentioned that you were also going to be at the party, he knew Heeseung wouldn’t have agreed to come. Somehow his friend doesn’t realize that her longtime crush likes her younger, prettier sister. A cruel irony, really.

“Don’t leave,” Heeseung manages to say through gritted teeth before he’s pulled away by his admirer to do shots.

Sunghoon feels awkward at first. He hardly knows anyone aside from Heeseung and the girl clinging onto him. He’s always been bad at small talk which is all he would be able to have with some of the familiar faces surrounding him. Luckily for him, a very pretty knight in shining armor saves him just as he’s about to check his weather app.

“Hoonie!” You exclaim happily as you throw your arms around his neck affectionately. “I’m glad you came! How have you been?”

Usually, it’s awkward for him when people he hasn’t spent a lot of time around try to act friendly, but with you it’s different. You’re always genuine with him, and right now he can tell you’re trying to make him feel less uncomfortable. It’s something Sunghoon has always appreciated about you. You’re so sweet and considerate that he’s never had any issues getting along with you. That’s what makes it so easy for him to talk to you.

“I’ve been good,” he gives you a pretty smile that makes you swoon internally. “I just finished up my internship last week which means I can finally enjoy my summer.”

“That’s great!” You say in a congratulatory way. “I’m surprised, though. I didn’t think my sister’s parties were your idea of enjoying summer.”

“They’re not, but Gayoung said I should come since she’s out of town.”

You don’t ask about his girlfriend because you don’t really care and because anything else you might say will lead back to your sister basically forcing him to come because she wants to hook up with his best friend. Sunghoon is nice enough not to mention that at least.

Taking a glance around your backyard, you realize that now would be the perfect opportunity to get away without being noticed. 

“Let’s go inside,” you tell him after your sister’s friends start to get more rowdy in the pool.

Sunghoon can’t ignore how pretty you are or how good you look in your skimpy bikini. So he nods like he’s bewitched. Your grin is lovely, and he refuses to deny how right it feels when you grab his hand to lead him into the house. Maybe it’s not right for him to allow you to do so, but Sunghoon would do anything to please you. That includes following you into your room.

“Don’t worry,” you say as you go to sit on your bed. “No one will notice we’re gone.”

Sunghoon watches, entranced as you sit on the edge of your bed with your alluring smile. Before he can think of something to say, you’re slipping off your bikini bottoms like it’s not fucking scandalous. His cock twitches when you toss the tiny swimsuit at him and it lands on his shoulder. You spread your legs and part your pretty folds to show Sunghoon how wet you are. He might’ve thought he was dreaming, but the throbbing ache in his cock reminds him that this is all too real.

You’ve been horny all day, and having your sister’s pushover friend fall into your lap like this is an opportunity you can’t just ignore.

Plus, you’re only doing her a favor like she asked.

“Look how wet you made me, Hoonie,” you say through a needy whine. 

“Y/N,” Sunghoon groans, feeling his cock come alive at the sight of your pretty pussy all spread just for him.

“I want you to fuck me. Right here, right now.”

Sunghoon’s cock twitches, and just as he contemplates on how to navigate this delicious development, you say something that makes his control snap.

“You know you want to.”

You smirk when Sunghoon quickly discards his swim trunks before yanking you to the edge of the bed. His long, thick cock is practically throbbing, and you lick your lips in anticipation. 

“Fuck, sweetheart. I didn’t know you were such a slut.”

Your grin is tantalizing, and Sunghoon can’t resist anymore. Gayoung is never this forward when they’re intimate. Maybe it’s because she was a virgin before she started dating him or maybe it’s because she doesn’t like sex as much as he does. Either way, Sunghoon can’t care about his prude little girlfriend at the moment. Especially with how you’re dripping all over yourself and eyeing his cock like it’s the one thing you want more than anything.

And it is. Right now, there’s nothing you want more than Sunghoon’s big dick drilling into you. Your cunt pulses just knowing he’s about to fill you up and stretch you out on his cock.

“Are you sure you can handle it? You think I’m gonna fit in this tight little hole, baby?” Sunghoon wonders as he slaps his cock down on your wet pussy. “Fuck. I’m gonna stretch this pretty pussy out nice and good.”

Again, Sunghoon slaps his leaking cock on your pussy and gently slides it between your slick folds. His fat tip brushes against your clit and makes you whine in need. He gives you a teasing smirk before he slowly sinks into you. The moan you let out is almost as loud as his own groan. Your cute little pussy is hot and tight and so fucking wet. Sunghoon knows that he won’t last long if he just starts pounding into you like he wants.

“God, you’re so big,” you mewl, eyes rolling back when he finally bottoms out inside you.

Sunghoon fucks you slowly, using his thumb to rub your puffy bud. The sounds you’re letting out are driving him insane, and the way your molten pussy grips him is like absolute heaven. This is already better than any of the sex he’s had with his girlfriend, and he knows this definitely won’t be the last time he has you like this. 

You squeal when your bikini top is abruptly yanked off. The way Sunghoon’s dark eyes are locked on your bouncing tits makes you clamp down on his dick and soak it with more of your arousal. Just seeing your juices painting the length of his cock makes him throb inside you.

“Shit. Are you already close?”

“Mhm, yeah,” you whine, moving your hips to grind your pussy on his cock. “Your cock feels too good, Hoon.”

Even though he’s fucking you slow, you’re creaming on his cock in seconds and with a loud cry of his name. You beg him to keep fucking you, and that’s how Sunghoon finds out that cumming once is never enough for you. He grins, loving how cockdrunk you already are. He’s more than happy to indulge you, not caring that he’s betraying two of the closest people in his life by indulging himself in your tight pussy.

That’s why he starts drilling his meaty cock into you at a punishing rhythm, letting you feel every single inch of his hard dick. The only thing Sunghoon can feel is your cunt wrapping perfectly around him, his leaking tip slamming into your spongy cervix every single time he snaps his hips. He plants needy, open-mouthed kisses all over your neck before he goes further down, desperately latching onto one of your pretty nipples. You cry out loudly when he flicks and sucks on the sensitive bud before gently biting it.

Sunghoon’s thrusts are deliciously brutal. It’s like you’re his personal fucktoy and he’s only using your little hole to make himself cum. His tongue circles your nipple before he starts suckling it again, desperately trying to fuck his cock deeper inside you. His hips crash against yours, slamming into you without care until he’s shooting ropes of thick, hot cum right into your awaiting pussy. 

Meanwhile, his best friend is downstairs having the worst time of his life.

Heeseung knows what’s going on. From the moment he got separated from Sunghoon, he saw how you went and cozied up to him. How you pressed your pretty tits together and gave him all of your attention. He can admit he’s jealous. It’s impossible for him not to be when he’s wanted you from the moment your sister introduced you to him.

Your sister had been talking his ear off when he saw you leading Sunghoon inside. Heeseung didn’t hear a single word she said from that point on because his eyes were locked on you and Sunghoon’s intertwined hands.

At the first opportunity he gets, Heeseung goes inside to see just what you and Sunghoon are up to. He stops at the bottom of the stairs, feeling his cock twitch. Despite all the noise from outside, he can still hear you clearly. The way you’re begging, moaning, cumming. Heeseung is jealous and harder than he’s ever been in his life. 

Looking back to make sure no one decided to come inside, Heeseung slowly climbs up the stairs. He stops in front of the wide open door to your room. It’s sick, but he stays to watch Sunghoon fuck your brains out. You sound and look so sweet, just like he imagined you would. Heeseung palms his dick over his swim shorts as he admires your beautiful body and how it bounces every time Sunghoon fucks his cock into you. The remnants of spit on your hard nipples make him envious that his best friend got to taste them first.

“If you’re going to keep staring, you might as well come in.”

It takes you a moment to realize Sunghoon isn’t talking to you. Your dazed mind slowly catches up and finally notices Heeseung standing in the doorway. Seeing him there with a huge bulge in his swim shorts while looking at you so heatedly makes you clench down Sunghoon’s cock, staining it with more of your cream.

You whine when Heeseung walks over to the bed. Especially since Sunghoon keeps fucking you like his friend isn’t watching. It’s nasty, but you feel so good because you love being on display. Heeseung gets on the bed and starts to rub and pinch your puffy clit.

“You’ll let me watch, right, baby?”

It’s easy to nod with a moan. Heeseung smirks and continues to pinch and rub your sensitive bundle of nerves. Your puffy clit is so soft and wet that he thinks he can cum just from touching it.

You can see how hard he is through his trunks, and you remember overhearing your sister and her friends talk about how all of Heeseung’s exes would say how big his dick is. How they all wished they could find out for themselves. You lick your lips and reach over to tug at his shorts. Too bad for your sister and her friends, but you were going to find out first since you obviously can’t pass up this opportunity.

Heeseung doesn’t hide his smirk and helps you take off his swim shorts. He frees his cock easily, and you can’t help but stare. He’s thick and big, easily as big as Sunghoon. You lick your lips and look up at him expectantly.

Like you, Heeseung doesn’t hesitate to take an opportunity that’s in front of him. He taps the tip of his dick against your lips, grinning when you open your mouth eagerly. Sunghoon watches you swallow his friend’s cock with an eagerness that makes his cock throb. He’s never seen anything so hot in his life, and he has to slow down his thrusts because he’s so close to blowing his load. 

“Shit, Y/N. You’re such a good fucking girl,” Heeseung groans, watching your throat bulge as he fucks it. “That’s it, baby. Swallow my cock.”

Your eyes cross when Sunghoon and Heeseung’s thrusts start to sync up. They’re both moaning in tandem as they fuck you, and all you can do is lay there completely fucked out as it happens. It’s easy to cum again as they use you for their pleasure.

“Fuck. I bet her pussy’s nice and tight,” Heeseung hisses in delight. “Cum inside her, Hoon.”

Just hearing those words coming from Heeseung is enough to push Sunghoon over the edge. His head falls back as he empties his load into you. “Fuck, Y/N!” He groans as he fucks his cum deeper into you without stopping.

“That’s it, baby. Take every drop of our cum,” Heeseung moans as cum fills your mouth. 

You’re all panting by the time you’ve ridden out your highs, and you surprise the two friends by asking for more.

Sunghoon smirks as he looks over at Heeseung. “Just wait until you feel this pussy. Our pretty girl’s so fucking tight.”

That’s how you end up on all fours, sandwiched between them. Sunghoon grabs the back of your neck as he smacks his cock against your lips just like his best friend did. You part them with a needy moan, tongue lolling out to entice him. He slaps his leaking tip against the slick muscle with a low groan. God are you hot. Way hotter than his girlfriend could ever be.

“So eager to suck this dick,” he murmurs. “Dirty fucking girl.”

Whining, you lap at the tip of his cock, eagerly tasting the remnants of your orgasm and his cum leaking from the slit. You moan at the taste as you start to lick up and down his cock. 

Your pretty pussy is dripping with Sunghoon’s cum and your own arousal. He sees you get wetter when you fully take his best friend’s cock into your mouth. Seeing you drip with arousal makes Heeseung’s cock throb. Finding out what a needy slut you are just made you hotter in his eyes. You’re absolutely perfect.

“Didn’t expect you to be so greedy, baby,” Heeseung laughs. He rubs his cock across your slit before tapping the head against your swollen clit. With a pleased sigh, he slips his dick inside your fluttering hole. 

Your eyes roll back as you get filled on both ends. It’s a dream to have your mouth full of Sunghoon’s cock and your pussy stuffed full of Heeseung’s dick. The sound of your messy, wet cunt makes Heeseung fuck you harder. Your juices are running down your thighs and his. The wet slapping sounds mix in lewdly with all the moans and groans.

“Fuck, she’s so tight,” Heeseung moans as his hands squeeze your ass. It makes you clench down on the cock spearing you open.

Your eyes take in Sunghoon as he strokes his cock with your throat. His dark eyes filter periodically between you and his friend. He throbs every time he watches Heeseung pound your sopping wet cunt. The two share a filthy smirk while you whimper in pleasure. Your mouth and pussy are stuffed full, and you’ve never felt better.

Heeseung fucks his dick deeper into your cunt with a deep groan. Your slick walls flutter and squeeze his thick cock as he roughly kneads and slaps your ass. Just feeling how tightly you’re gripping him makes Heeseung pump his cock into your clenching pussy with a rough tempo that slams against your g-spot and makes you squeal around Sunghoon’s dick.

Your eyes roll back as Sunghoon shoves his cock deeper down your throat. He hisses at the feeling, cock flexing against your tongue as he keeps rolling his hips. Drool falls in thick strings from your open mouth and slowly drip down the cock you’re sucking. Sunghoon moans and caresses your face, loving how you look so pretty with tears in your eyes and his dick in your mouth.

You’ve never looked so hot, bouncing back eagerly on his friend who’s splitting you open on his cock. Heeseung groans, praises spilling from his lips every time he thrusts his cock back into your sloppy cunt.

“Fuck, baby. You have such a pretty little pussy. All tight and wet just for us,” his words make the coil in your stomach tighten. “Could stuff this sweet pussy all day.”

Your orgasm hits hard and fast. Heeseung grunts loudly, hips stuttering against your ass as your soft pussy walls milk his cock. With a loud whine, your body arches and your eyes roll back in ecstasy as you choke on Sunghoon’s cock. 

“Fuck, that’s it, sweetheart. Now I’m gonna fill your hot little cunt,” his heated voice sends a sick thrill up your spine.

“God. I’m gonna cream in your sloppy mouth, pretty girl. Swallow it all for me,” Sunghoon says as one of his hands grips the back of your head.

Moaning around his dick, your head and hips move to help them reach their own highs. The two friends grunt and groan as they chase their own releases. Sunghoon spills first, cum thick and hot as it coats your mouth and throat. Heeseung follows not too long after, shooting his load deep inside your spasming cunt. 

As Heeseung slowly starts to pull out of your pussy, he curses under his breath when you pulse and flutter and squeeze him even tighter. “Fuck. This sweet little pussy doesn’t want to let go.”

Regrettably, he pulls out of your clenching heat with a wet schlick, making both of them groan at the noise. It rivals the way you start to choke on Sunghoon’s cum. He too pulls out reluctantly, but not before wiping the tears from under your eyes.

So much cum is leaking out of your pretty holes, and the two friends decide that they’re going to spend the rest of the party stuffing you full.

Heeseung lightly smacks your messy pussy. “Don’t think we’re done yet, baby. The day’s still young.”

Your sister pouts petulantly as she walks upstairs to the restroom. It’s been almost an hour since she last saw Heeseung, and now he’s ignoring all her calls and texts. She hasn’t seen you or Sunghoon either. Briefly, she wonders if you hadn’t kept her friend entertained enough to keep him at the party. If Sunghoon left, then his best friend had definitely followed suit. She scows as she thinks about how she’s going to get you back later. It wasn’t the first time you inadvertently ruined her chances with Heeseung, and she’s sick of it.

Just before your sister can get to her destination, she hears moans. Loud, filthy moans.

They’re obviously coming from your room, and she wonders if some of her guests were using your room to have sex. Fuck. You were going to murder her.

She approaches your room with a purpose, wanting to get whoever it was out of your room before you found out. However, she stops at the doorway when she sees something ten times worse than strangers having sex in your bed.

Her longtime crush is sitting at the edge of your bed, bouncing you on his big cock while her friend kneels in front of you two as he eats your pussy. Heeseung is giving you a filthy kiss as he gropes your tits and helps you fuck his cock. She can see cum dripping down his heavy balls as he splits you open. Sunghoon is holding one of your hands as he laps at your clit. Your sister doesn’t miss the way he’s tugging on his cock while you tug on his hair. He’s moaning into your pussy like he’s never tasted anything better.

Your room reeks of sex, and her heart breaks when she realizes it’s because the three of you have been fucking for a while now. When you finally break the kiss, Heeseung starts to trail wet kisses down your neck, still oblivious to her presence. You, however, lift your head and make eye contact with your horrified sister.

Unlike she expects, you don’t snap out of your sex-crazed lust. You only smirk at her. It’s mean and vicious—a smirk that she’s seen countless times before. Usually, it’s her directing that cruel, victorious smirk at you. But now that the roles have switched, she can feel her heart break.

You toss your head back with a loud moan, not caring that your sister is crying because you’re bouncing on Heeseung’s cock while Sunghoon licks your pussy. If anything, this is her fault for thinking her plans took priority over yours. It’s not like she ever had a chance with either of them, anyway. You were just making her see that once and for all.

And so, instead of confronting the three of you like she should have, your sister turns on her heel and walks away to go back to her party.

[fierykitten2]

Pokémon fans don’t understand that “event-exclusive” means that Wake and Leaves can’t (and shouldn’t be at least until the next time they appear in a game that isn’t SV) be found in the game outside events part 8000000000000000

[micechicken]

Thinking about how I unfollowed someone after 2 strikes: them posting an incorrect ask without doing research that claimed something incorrect about the people who made BATIM. And then throwing a fit about the programmer returning to make the second game, but also acting like FNaF was better because Scott "no longer profits" (which is debatable and likely untrue, especially at the time).