#so i'm just not gonna say anything out loud

[arpicityandneed]

My Turn

18+ f!reader. best friends steve and bucky. dirty talk. bisexual steve. bisexual bucky.

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"Tell me again where you want it baby." Your new husband had you in his lap thumbing your clit while you rode him. Your thighs were shaking but you were desperate, tears of frustration on your pretty lashes as you balanced yourself with both hands on his shoulders.

"Inside, Stevie, please?" His hands were roaming over your body possessively, gripping the fat of your ass and thrusting his soaked cock up into you with every down stroke of yours.

"Don't make the sweet thing cry Stevie." Bucky groans as he palms himself through his slacks, waiting his turn for once in honor of your wedding night. Usually he and Steve would've flipped a coin or fought for who got to bully their way inside your pussy first.

"I'm not gonna Buck, she's just so pretty when she begs. My wife." Steve's baby blues were dancing with mischief as Bucky cursed.

"You met her first by accident, Rogers. I'm older-" Bucky started growling the same damn argument they'd been having since they decided they wanted a baby and therefore a wedding. (They were too old fashioned for anything else.)

"Boys, can we argue later?" You cut in breathlessly, and Steves arm wrapped around your waist. Your only warning before he took over- fucking you up and down his shaft like a rag doll as he groaned,

"Alright baby. I gotta do right by my Mrs don't I?" With the smuggest grin you'd ever seen his balls twitched, and spurt after spurt of cum filled you fluttering walls.

"Goddamnit, Stevie." You would've comforted your other boyfriend if you could focus. But Steve's thumb was rubbing your clit as you seized up, coming hard and milking his cock for all he had to give.

You collapsed against his chest.

"You gonna be good for Bucky baby? You got one more in you?" Steve murmured gently as he rocked you on his softening shaft, his cum leaking out of you and drenching his balls in your combined juices.

"Mhm. Want him inside too." You smiled as you kissed him, soft and sweet like you had several hours earlier in front of all your friends and family.

"My turn." You hadn't heard him move but you weren't surprised when you were lifted and bent over the massive bed, Bucky was hardly a patient man once he had the green light.

"Fuck sweetheart, you're dripping." Bucky's voice was hoarse. But Steve, who was laying down close enough for you to tongue at his soft cock, just snorted.

"Don't complain like you don't love it, jerk." Steve guided his shaft into your mouth and murmured softly, "Clean me up baby."

"'M not complaining punk, it's a compliment." You moaned around Steve as Bucky to one good lick of your stuffed pussy before straightening and dragging his cock head through the mess. "Your cum tastes better inside her by the way."

"Shut up, you love my cum anyway you can get it, Barnes."

"Maybe." One smooth thrust and you were full once more, and Bucky goes from teasing his boyfriend to cursing how good you feel. "I gotta say doll. You're kind of a slut."

"B-Bucky!" Your scolding would be more effective if your pussy didn't clench around him from his words and the memories flooding you brain of watching Bucky swallow down Steves cock.

"Greedy fucking pussy-" His moans were loud, shameless. "Back me up here Stevie."

"He's not wrong sweetie. Youre an absolute slut for us. But just us, yeah?" Steve sounds proud. Proud that on his wedding night his wife is being tag teamed by him and his best friend.

Fuck.

You were going to cum, hard and Bucky- the smug bastard- wasn't going to let it happen quietly.

"Someone likes being reminded how needy her pussy is. Clenching down so hard on me doll." Bucky fucked different than Steve. Harder, filthier. His hands were dragging you back onto his fat cock until the audible slap of his hips against your ass echoed around the room. He was getting close you could tell. His heavy balls were slapping against your clit, aching to add to the cum already slicking him inside you. "Should've waited till after the honeymoon to let me fuck her Steve."

His hand snaked around to find your clit and with quick tight circles over your swollen nub you came apart with a cry.

"Yeah, Buck? And why's that.." Steves eyes were narrowed like he was annoyed at being told what to do, but you knew the truth. His cock was growing hard in your mouth again. Bucky thrusted hard inside you before he started to unload, grinding into you as if to make sure his seed took first.

"Cause now we're never gonna know who knocked her up first till the baby's born."

[jettboat]

Magnus Archives AU - The Laughter

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Ren: Statement of Martyn Littlewood, Grian Solidarity, Jimmy Solidarity, Mumbo Jumbo, and Impulse SV. Regarding a case of constant laughing over a phrase. Recorded by Ren Dog, head archivist of the Life Institute. Statement begins.

*Snickering can be heard in the background*

Ren: Alright, I have some water here for you guys... You look like you all need it... who wants to start?

Martyn: *Out of breath* I'm pretty sure if we drink anything we'll spit it out... We were at my house, just messing around, when I cracked a joke by pointing at Jimmy when he came out of the hallway and yelling "AHA"

*The four dissolve into a fit of laughter*

Ren: And now you all can't stop laughing?

Grian: Worse, if we don't say- the word, then it just-

*Grian made a muffled noise, like he was trying to trap the word in his mouth*

Grian: AHAlways finds a way in the sentence!

*The group made an attempt to hold in the laughter and have a chance to breathe, unfortunately, it didn't last long*

Mumbo: AHAnd we can't stop! Did we mention that? I don't even find it funny anymore!

*There was a soft thump*

Jimmy: *Muffled against the table* It's mAHAking my chest hurt.

*Soft giggles can be heard*

Ren: Do any of you know how this could happen? Did you see anything out of the ordinary? Hear maybe?

Impulse: I bought this recently AHAt a store. Looked neat. Martyn used it to look at Jimmy that first time.

*Through the giggles there was a sound of the chairs creaking as the group turned in their seats*

Martyn: Don't look at me! How was I supposed to know it was an AHArtifact of chaos- or whatever it is?

*More giggles*

Ren: Impulse? Can I see that spyglass? Thanks.

*A pause*

Ren: Martyn, you looked at Jimmy through this, right? Did you all start laughing then?

Martyn: It stAHArted with just Jimmy and I, then the others joined in after a few beats.

*Grian's laugh could be heard the loudest, though he made a loud sigh afterwards, like he was deflating*

Ren: Let me just...

*Shuffling can be heard*

Mumbo: WhAHAt are you-

*There was a shattering sound, louder than the laughter... then the laughter died down*

Ren: Shattering the lense seemed to do the trick! Definitely keeping this though, if you don't mind, Impulse.

Impulse: No no, keep it. Never wanna see it again... Hey, I didn't say the word!

Jimmy: Yay! We're free!

Martyn: Ohhh I'm gonna be ill...

Mumbo: I need a nap. A long nap.

Grian: Thanks, Ren.

Ren: No problem, dudes. But just to make sure you're all okay, I'm going to have you all stay the next few hours here.

Martyn: Is that water still up for grabs?

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Ren: Follow up to the last statement regarding the laughter.

They all seem to be doing fine, they all drank some water and relaxed until I was sure they got their giggles out of their system.

The spyglass has been locked away with a warning label. Hopefully, no one will pick it up for a while.

It is odd though... How can a spyglass suddenly make everyone laugh so hard they get sick?

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Random little spin off au cause it sounded really fun!

Everyone should go listen to Magnus Archives if they like a little horror, very fun listen!

[lalacliffthorne]

Hi, I love your modern batboys roommate fic so much. I am obsessed with Azriel and readers relationship and the way you write them. It’s my comfort fic that I always fun back to.

I know you don’t take request and I totally respect that, but I would be really curious what it would look like when Az and reader get into a fight (either a smaller fight like a disagreement or even a bigger fight). I’m really curious what it would look like since they live together, how they would react to being in a fight. And I’m curious what Rhys and Cassian’s reactions would be as well. But I feel like depending on the fight it wouldn’t last too long since they seem to be good at communicating and they love each other so much.

Sorry about the ramble, I’ve thought about this way too much. Anyways love your writing and your fics 🫶🏻🫶🏻

omg hi 🥹 thank u so much!! this means the world to me 💕

oohhhhh okay?? this is a really good question?! I already know I'm gonna go overboard with this lol

so for me, I feel like disagreements are rare. because honestly, you rarely disagree on anything in the first place. like, you are so attuned to each other and in synch, barely anything can throw that.

which means, the few disagreements that might occur are usually based on concern or something similiar. like azriel thinking you need a break and you being too stubborn, and vice versa. but those are usually solved easily, with azriel simply literally dragging you away from work and you talking some sense into him. communication is something the both of you know is important, and while az might not seem like he's big on talking, he's actually one of the few people that can get through to you when you're caught in your head, with simple, steady words. vice versa, you are one of the only people that can get through to him.

which means, actual fights are even more rare. like, so rare that the first time it happens, it throws not just you, but everyone.

it would definitely be about something that actually runs deep, bc anything superficial you either talk out or never actually becomes a problem. it would have to be something that makes azriel shut down and you so frustrated that you do too. again, I think it would be most likely something that stems from concern about the other.

the fight itself would shake you to your core. not because azriel would get loud or anything, he would never, not even in a serious argument, not even if you lost your temper on him. but bc usually, you manage to talk through everything.

but this time, instead, azriel shuts down. barely says anything at all, whole body tense and eyes stormy. it wouldn't be to punish you or anything; the literal only reason he would shut down on you like this would be him getting caught in his own head until he's not able to see how desperate you are, angry - until you shut down too.

and that is when the actual hard part begins. azriel is still caught in his head and distances himself without even noticing, and you pull back too, bc you're stuck in your own head.

which means suddenly, the whole flat is quiet.

rhys and cassian would notice immediately - and it would throw absolutely everything for them. bc let's be honest, azriel and you are the one constant these two can always rely on when they get home, knowing you are either in one of your rooms, your body curled into azriel's on the bed, messing around in the kitchen or sandwiched on the couch. you are the two people in their lives they know are like - fucking meant for each other.

so I definitely think it would have a massive effect on them. like suddenly rhys, who has problems sleeping in good times, barely sleeps at all. just loses all his focus; burns food and gets the simplest recipes wrong. he gets snappy, not even sarcastic or anything, just plain pissed, until it mounts into an absolutely massive argument with his dad. and cass, who we all know is basically sunshine incarnate, is just worried to his core. bc you're his family, and he can't lose that. so, gone is the constant grin and jokes, until all is left is a broody attitude and a deep frown.

I don't think either of them would ever pick sides, like - they love the both of you way too much for that and can probably guess that this argument is not really anyone's fault. having said that, I do think cass would probably gravitate towards you. bc - he is so protective of you on a good day, and he literally physically can't stand to see you so upset. it just absolutely breaks his heart, and he would want to do everything in his power to make sure you're not alone in this. like, he's the one who gets you to finally open your door, and who you break down on. he's the one who doesn't leave your side until he absolutely has to, who takes you wherever you need to go, sends everyone who just looks at you for too long scrambling with a simple dark glare. don't get me wrong, he'd leave you alone if you'd asked him, but he would probably fucking camp outside your door or something, just in case.

rhys on the other hand is there for you quietly. like coming into both of your rooms to bring you food and, in your case, sitting down on the floor until you've eaten something. pulling you out of the flat for a walk so you get some fresh air, just letting you lean into him. other than that, he just watches quietly.

until he's had enough. cause honestly - it's clear to anyone with the barest bit of common sense that both azriel and you are absolutely miserable. neither of you leaves their room. you don't get any sleep, bc how when azriel's not there, your thoughts are swallowing you whole, and you don't smile anymore. meanwhile, azriel stops talking altogether. both of you are yearning so incredibly hard for the other that whenever azriel just catches a whiff of your perfume, he has to fight the urge to barge into your room, simply held back by guilt, and you well up whenever you just catch a glimpse at his door.

I think rhys would probably just march into azriel's room and tell him to cut the crap. he would be so angry, like - "please, for god`s sake, stop being a fucking idiot, get out of your head and talk to your fucking girlfriend, you moron". and azriel would glare at him so hard - but rhys just glares the fuck back until azriel breaks.

he probably finds you in your room. it breaks his heart to see you curled up under your blanket, looking tired and pale and likely with red eyes from crying, and he suddenly absolutely wants to kick himself. you're not any better tho, the sight of him, hair a mess, dark shadows under his eyes and gaze dull causing your chest to squeeze.

you definitely talk it out, azriel starting, voice quiet, rough. it needs a good, honest conversation, about the reasoning why he shut down, why you did the same. you also promise there and that moment to never let it get that far again, to not speaking for days, bc honestly - you're just miserable without the other, and you barely handled it this time. you make a deal to give the other space when needed but never go to bed without talking it out - and you stick to that, for every future argument after.

when azriel finally pulls you into a hug so tight, your ribs ache, you just squeeze back, probably tearing up bc god, you missed him. and you missed his smile and his eyes and the way he always seems to be right behind you, and nothing feels right without him.

cass and rhys are so relieved when you walk into the kitchen together bit later, cass breaking into the widest grin ever and rhys immediately making you promise to him too to never let it get this far again, bc fuck that - the two of you are meant together and fighting is just shit. it makes you giggle wetly, azriel cracking the first grin in days, and both cass and rhys swear the world finally feels right again.

anyway, jfc, I'm sorry for this ramble 🙈 that totally got out of hand 😂

thank u so much for this again tho, this was really fun!! if there are other scenarios you've been thinking about, I'd love to hear them 💞

[ask-sakky-bear]

Mini rant, to get my thoughts out of my head so i can stop being annoyed.

I very much hate being told what to do. Especially if it is done in a very not constructive, demanding, and angry way. An incident with my partner happened earlier, and i guess it just rubbed me th wrong way.

For context, i needed to shower today, mostly because it's been two days since i washed my hair and that needed to be done. One of our friends was also coming over to watch my partner play through kingdom hearts, so i wanted to do that before she got there. I, however, have awful executive dysfunction amd autistic tendencies. To explain how that affected my current situation, you need to understand th thought process behind me putting off taking a shower for around 6 hours:

First off, the kitchen was a god damn WRECK. There have been dishes in th sink piling up for about two days (some of which needed to be handwashed), crumbs everywhere, th dishwasher needed to be rotated, the stove was filthy, etc. So, instead of taking a shower in th 30 minutes i had, I cleaned th kitchen. Queue our friend arriving; i decided to chat for a bit, around an hour or so, which led to the next hurdle.

My partner took a bath two days ago and there was a TON of soap scum from bubbles. This was because our tub drain trap gets clogged easily and my partner has like 2 feet of hair, so obviously it wouldn't drain. It was DISGUSTING and i wasn't going to clean it for them (their excuse was that my corner shower caddy had fallen off and dumped my stuff everywhere, and thus it was "in the way" 🙄🙄), but i asked them if they could do so, so i could take a shower. They did so with absolutely no fuss, after i had moved my shower stuff, of course.

Come to find out, they did NOT clean it worth shit. The drain was still clogged so i had to wipe it out with paper towels, which honestly makes me want to puke every fucking time, but i did it anyway. The soap scum was still around the drain and it was grey and disgusting so i didn't want to touch it - honestly, the whole tub needs to be deep cleaned, but i really didn't want to have to do that JUST to take a shower. And about this time, dinner was ready, so i sat down forna slice of pizza.

And of course, because the state of th tub made my brain ick at th thought of standing on it, even just on th shower mat, made me not want to take a shower. So i do what i usually do when i don't want to do things: i dissociate and get on tiktok.

Now it's about 9 o clock, and our friend pipes up and goes "hey, don't you still have to take a shower?". I start making my neurotypical ehhhhhh noise because yes, she's right, i already put this off twice tonight and i know i'm giving in to th executive dysfunction and th 'tism tantrum but i need to work myself up to it. In fact, when she mentioned it, it actually did spur my brain to start to get up, because, again, she's right, i did say i wanted to shower.

HOWEVER.

Not even two seconds into my drawn out waffling/whining, my partner, WITHOUT EVEN LOOKING AWAY FROM TH TV, shouts at me to go take a shower. Like a CHILD. But i don't say anything, i just go into th bathroom and get myself ready to shower, ignoring them scolding me about how i said i was gonna shower earlier before our friend arrived but didn't (and remember, i spent that time cleaning th kitchen because i knew they would complain about it not being cleaned before company arrived)

AND THIS ASSHOLE, in response to our friend saying she didn't want to get me in trouble and that it wasn't a super big deal to her if i had showered or not, replies that they are OFFENDED that i didn't shower earlier, knowing we would have a guest, and that it was a southern hospitality thing.

FUCK that. I am not a child, stop acting like my mother. I am so fucking irritated over this. I am th one currently paying rent, i am ALLOWING YOU TO LIVE HERE. I AM PUTTING UP WITH THIS GODDAMN "SITUATIONSHIP" BULLSHIT so that you aren't homeless and try to kill yourself again.

And sure, i can talk to them about this, but i am not about to waste two hours of a one sided arguement about how yes, i KNOW i said i was going to shower, i KNOW i was putting it off, i am AWARE of th fact that i was procrastinating. But i am not going to sit here and explain to you my thought process while you get offended because i said it was fine that you didn't clean th tub all th way, or how i should have asked you to clean up th kitchen (you literally do th dishes every fucking time except th handwash ones and you could literally SEE how gross it was getting), or this or that or whatever fucking excuse you want to use to make yourself seem like th victim here.

And yes, i KNOW you do not mean to do it, you are just as emotionally stunted as i am and yeah sure you lived on your own for like three years but you do not know how to actually clean for SHIT because your mother is a southern bell who wouldn't dare make her sons clean up or eventually just gave up actually trying to get you to clean when she asked you to, but god DAMN i am still pissed off. I can BE pissed off about this without having to have an entire discussion about this with you.

UGH i am too nice of a fucking person to deal with this. I'm just gonna hole up in bed and go to sleep at this point.

[seventh-district]

again and again i find myself lamenting that audio roleplay isn't taken more seriously by some people. like yeah, they often have a romantic element, and by nature they usually directly involve/address the listener- and i totally get that those things aren't to everyone's taste. no art or entertainment is universally appealing, and that's okay! but.. it still makes me a lil sad that the "cringe" reputation of asmr/audio rp precedes it. there's a whole lot of talent and creativity being poured into these audios by so many people that i feel goes unrecognized and/or disrespected simply due to the medium that the stories are being told through.

[nedlittle]

[alt]

2x21 "crisis" really is a perfect episode

[nyckie]

listening to an anti-vaxxer acquaintance on the phone going off about how "we're all going to die, why fight it?" tryna tell my dad to just deny any sort of medical treatments ever

[dianetastesmetal]

Jesus fuck, I hate dog people so much

[kameonerd566]

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[alittlebitofrainbyyourside]

feeling extremely emo about the incredibly emo poetry I used to write.

[dreamsb0u]

I'm gonna be honest, I really haven't been doing well recently and I know it's probably been pretty obvious but I just felt like I should say something. I don't think I'll be super active for a few weeks

[the-cinnamon-snail]

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[neverendingford]

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[kjzx]

Woah did that language learning video from the girl that learned Norwegian reawaken my Japanese fixation

[featherymainffins]

Binge-reading Dungeon Meshi because it's the only thing standing between me and suicide ngl.

[teaboot]

This is gonna sound rather conceited but I feel like it highlights an issue we have in Art.

I'm good at art. I've never had a hard time making art. I started using crayons before I could walk. Painting, Beadwork, sculpture, sketching, stippling, whatever- once I have a feel for the material, it doesn't take long to start doing what I want with it. It's been a common theme my whole life.

(Y contrast I'm awful at things like dancing, performance, sports, etc- in all things there is balance, right?)

Now, I've taught myself to use so many artistic mediums now that I KNOW how to most efficiently integrate them into the brain database. Once you really *understand* a material, it's much like memorizing the layout of your house, or flexing a muscle, or something in-between- it becomes PART of your brain in a way I cant quite articulate. But to get there involves just fucking around for a bit doing nothing in particular.

And I've found, especially in group settings, that nobody seems to be able to see you make something badly and leave you alone. Even if you say you're fine, you don't want help, you're happy, you're having fun, it's fine, they gotta ride your ass and hover.

I was at a class the other day for something I hadn't done before. The medium was one I've never used, so once the instructor told us the basics I started experimenting with weight, gravity, texture, viscosity, saturation, temperature, etc. The instructor had given enough info to know what was dangerous and what was safe, and beyond that I just wanted to absorb what I could about it.

And no insult to the instructor, but they kept checking in. Which was fine the first few times.

But then, without asking me what I was trying to do, started giving tips. That I told them I was grateful for but didn't really need just yet. If I had a question, I'd ask.

But they kept coming over. And touching my shit. And manipulating my project. And touching my hands. And using my tools. Without fucking asking.

And this happens every time. EVERY TIME. And by now I know the best way to get them to fuck off is to make something way beyond their expectations so they know I'm capable, then go back to doing what I want.

So I did. I wanted to keep having fun and learning, but instead I made something beautiful that I really didn't want to make, and wasted my time, and really didn't learn what I wanted to learn at all. I knew the formula to create a beautiful thing, so I followed that formula the same way I have a hundred times before, and didn't get to try anything spontaneous or ugly or exciting, just so I could be left alone.

And I know when I was a kid, I was aware aware people saw me puttering alone on something ugly assumed I had a special issue and treated me like I was stupid because of that. (I was neurodivergent.) And at at time I knew that I could do a neat trick for them like a trained pony and they'd go, "Oh, surely they aren't defective if they can do something like that!" And piss off.

But what if I hadn't known how to do that?

What if I hadn't been talented, or "special"?

What if I'd been just any other average kid trying to learn, and I couldn't pop something pretty out of my ass to get them off my back?

My problem my whole life has been that I haven't been allowed to make anything ugly in peace. I'm capable of beauty, so I have to make beauty, or get stepped on. And once people see what I can do, they get loud about it. "Look at this! Look what they did! We all know who the best is, don't we?". And that used to feel good, but it's tiring.

And how many people like me just wanted to play? Just wanted to have fun and experiment? Who were having fun with no goal in mind, or just took longer to learn, who gave up because of all the obnoxious helpers breathing down their neck with no way to shake them off?

How many of us are made to feel defective because we aren't doing things beautifully?

I have a lovely piece of art I didn't want to make.

I think I'm gonna frame it.*

(*I think I'm gonna burn it in my yard.)