#unstick plot

[soupuurr]

𝑖𝑟𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑏𝑙𝑒 - matthew sturniolo

pairing. dilf!matt x sub!reader

genre. smut

⟶ content warnings. explicit content, age gap (reader is an adult), porn with plot, mentions of drugs, kitchen sex, dirty talk, unprotected sex, manhandling, oral, fingering, creampie. MDNI

⟶ summary. you find yourself increasingly drawn to the father of the child you babysit. what happens when you accidentally wind up at his doorstep in the pouring rain?

your drenched figure meekly stood on the front porch of Mr. Sturniolo’s residence, teeth chattering as you tuck your hair behind your ears and attempt to unstick your shirt from your wet skin—you cursed at yourself for neglecting to bring the baby pink umbrella sitting by your closet. realizing you might succumb to hypothermia if you didn't find shelter soon, you had no choice but to bang your fist against the door for the second time. you waited for a few more seconds, glancing at the blaring white numbers on your phone screen; 7:38 p.m.

you considered giving up and heading back to your car until you heard footsteps shuffling on the other side, accompanied by the sound of the locks being undone. the door finally swung open and you stood face to face with the gorgeous brunet. the father of the child you nanny, to be exact. he gaped at you in shock, his blue eyes wide and pretty pink lips parted. the white sweater adorning his body was tucked neatly into a pair of pale blue jeans complemented by delicate pieces of jewelry peeking out at his neckline. although you did notice something strange about him, his eyes were bloodshot red. almost as if he’d been crying, or maybe... your head vaguely tilted in observation before you snapped out of your thoughts—quickly realizing that your clothes were dampened by the rain and pretty much see through once you caught his blue eyes lingering at your tits, practically eye-fucking you.

“oh my gosh sweetheart, what are you doing outside?” his voice, smooth as butter, made your heart skip a beat. sweetheart. he would call you that often. you would be lying if you said that you’ve never touched yourself at night—replaying the sound of his sweet voice and imagining his presence while you fuck yourself with your fingers, “be quiet, sweetheart. you don’t want people to hear”.

“i’m sorry Mr. Sturniolo, i recall that i would have to babysit aria today?” you smiled the best you could, still shivering from the droplets of rain that would pour down your body. the brunet frowned in front of you, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion.

“honey, aria is staying with her mother today.” he cooed. you stood, processing his words before squeezing your eyes shut in frustration. fucking hell, how could you forget?

“here—come in, you must be so cold.” he ushered you inside, placing a warm palm on the small of your back. he swiftly shut the door behind you and the house fell silent, filled only with the muted sound of raindrops.

“god, you’re soaking wet.” he murmured softly, twirling the stubble on his jawline between his fingers. your stomach fluttered at his remark.

“and it’s matt, by the way.” he warmly smiled at you. your eyes met his in surprise,

“call me matt.”

“thank you matt.” you whimpered, your hands gently soothing the goosebumps on your arms. matt fell silent for a moment, an unreadable expression crossing his features.

“let’s get you cleaned up. you know where the shower is, yeah?” he said, clearing his throat as he walked towards the stairs—his back turned to you. matt’s soft footsteps echoed through the living room, and you couldn't find the words as you watched him disappear into a room.

you quietly made your way towards the enormous bathroom at the end of the hallway, you knew it like the back of your hand since it happened to be one of aria’s favorite places to hide. you rid yourself of your drenched clothes before stepping into the long awaited shower—sighing in blissful relief as the warm water washed over your body. this was the first time you were solely with matt, let alone naked in his shower.

you hated to admit that you were secretly anticipating him, hoping that he would come in and press your tits onto the glass shower door as he fucks you senseless—or maybe have you propped up on the sink while he selfishly flicks his tongue against your clit over and over again, covering his face in your slick. undeniably, you concluded that it was best if you left this house as quickly as possible. for yours and matt’s sake.

you step out of the shower with a towel wrapped snug against your body. your gaze swept the sparsely stocked bathroom, only to realize with dismay that you had forgotten to bring fresh clothes. hesitantly, you step across the floorboards—inching your way towards the bathroom door shortly before turning the metal handle. you prayed that matt would still be in his room so that you could sneakily find a random t-shirt to throw over your head. luck wasn’t on your side, though, as you didn’t make it two steps out of the bathroom before colliding with matt’s solid chest. a pile of clothes fell to the ground as his hand flew to your hips, the heat of his fingertips seeping through the thin towel.

“i-i’m so sorry, i was just bringing you clothes.” matt panicked—briskly removing his hands from your body. you felt so empty without his touch.

“it’s okay! and thank you. i’ll go change.” you bend over and pick up the clothes scattered on the floor, your tits on full display for matt’s greedy eyes. matt stood immobile—pressing his fingers against the bridge of his nose and cursing underneath his breath once you ultimately shut the bathroom door behind you.

matt was fucking annoyed, annoyed at your goddamn innocence. after interrupting him while he was high in his room—in the middle of pumping his fist over his cock, he opens the door to find you like that. your transparent clothes leaving nothing to his imagination. hell, he even saw your pretty nipples perk against your low-cut shirt, the lace along the top deliciously resting on the swell of your tits.

he couldn’t help but escape to his room after sending you off to shower, slotting his bottom lip between his teeth and rubbing himself through his pants. he’d memorize all of the curves and divots along your body—envisioning the warmth of your skin underneath his fingertips. matt had known about your twisted fantasies about him, but he also knew that it was so wrong. you were his kid’s babysitter for fucks sake. he always felt so guilty for getting hard any time you would come over in those cute little miniskirts that he could just flip up and fuck you in. he’d imagine how the thin fabric would bounce against your ass with every thrust and fuck. after having your tits pressed up against his chest, he’d almost pinned you to the wall and fucked you right there. he needed to kick you out immediately.

“matt?” you call out from inside the bathroom, biting your nails nervously as you contemplate whether or not to leave the confines of the room. you hear a muffled hum from the other side of the door. he’s still there. you think for a moment, deciding to be bold and strip off the pajama pants. your feet seemed to act independently, driven by an impulse you couldn't resist. the door swung wide before your mind could catch up with your actions, and matt swore he almost creamed himself. you stood in front of him wearing nothing but a flimsy t-shirt. his t-shirt.

“the pants didn’t fit.” you lied and held up the plaid article of clothing—sauntering towards him and observing his changed expression, he looked pissed.

oh no. did you go too far?

“i’m sorry, you need to leave.” you could feel the uncomfortable chill of matt’s cold demeanor as his pierced gaze fell to the floor.

shit. you went too far.

“i’m so sorry, i shouldn’t have done anything. i’m sorry if i made it weird-“ you stumbled over your words, how could you have fucked up this bad? matt swiftly brushed his hands against your own—curling his fingertips over your wrists and holding them still.

“i need you to leave because if you stay here any longer, i don’t think i’ll be able to resist fucking you.” your mouth went dry, taken aback by his confession. his grip stayed tight on your wrist, the sweet scent of his cologne tempting you to just finally kiss him.

“what?” you whispered, fingers nervously toying with the hem of your t-shirt. matt sighed and looked away from you. he was embarrassed, trying to ignore your probing gaze.

“matt, look at me," you softly instructed, gently grasping his jaw to turn his face towards yours. his frosty blue eyes met your own, cheeks and nose tinged with pink. he licked his lips nervously, the stubble on his chin brushing against your palm. “kiss me.” you whisper, warm breaths teasing each other, drawing you infinitely closer like an intoxicating drug.

his mouth hesitantly chased yours until you brushed your fingers through his hair and pulled him towards you, finally connecting your lips. his touch was gentle, almost like he wanted to be careful with you. yet, you wanted to breathe him in—lustfully addicted to the taste of his lips. his palms laid flat against the curvature of your back whilst your hands grabbed at his collar, pulling him flush against you—the throbbing between your legs did anything but lesson with the close proximity.

matt had never before tasted something sweeter; your saccharine lips fit so perfectly against his—he was convinced that they were made for him to kiss and caress. his cock stirred in his pants for he could only wonder how divine your cunt would taste on his tongue. matt needed it all. he trailed his fingers up your front, pinning the fabric of his shirt over your tits. his fingertips dance across your skin as he detached his lips from yours.

“you have no idea what you do to me.”

matt couldn’t count how many times he had fisted his cock to the thought of you, sprawled out on his bed with beads of sweat dripping down his temple. he would think about your tits, how you would squeak cutely when he would pinch your nipples between his fingers. he would think about your pretty pink lips over his cock—you’d be sitting obediently with teary eyes while he’d push a vibrator against your clit. you’d make him coat his abdomen in so much cum every fucking night. it was torture.

matt brings his hungry lips to your perked nipples. you sighed as his warm mouth engulfed you, digging his dull nails into your hips as he ground his own against you. your tits were just like how matt imagined they would be, round and full. although matt wouldn’t lie and say that he’d never caught a glimpse before—he couldn’t help but stare fixedly at your tits every time your nipples would seep through your shirt, catching a hard on embarrassingly fast.

matt swirls your nipple in his mouth, rolling it between his teeth and releasing it—eventually pressing you against the kitchen wall as your hands scramble for his belt buckle. he hisses when your hand finally makes contact with his cock, relishing in the way your palm would rub against him.

“need to taste you.” he pants feverishly, his hands claw at your hips—thumbs dipping past the hem of your shirt.

“will you get on the counter f’me?” you nod and grab his shoulders as he gently places you on the cold, marble countertop. matt inserts himself between your legs, his belt undone and his barely clothed cock dangerously close to your cunt. he leaves an open mouthed kiss down your neck, dragging his bottom lip against your skin before placing a gentle kiss behind your ear. he hooked his fingers onto your knees, pushing them apart gently.

finally, matt kneeled down, eye level with your pussy. he looked at your dripping cunt with wonder, blowing cool air onto your clit and studying the way you squirmed against the marble. matt held your eyes as he placed a tender kiss to your pussy—tonguing gently at your clit once he felt a little braver.

“matt, stop teasing-“ the words die on your tongue and you gasp for air, fingers pulling at his brunet locks as he prods his fingers at your enterance. your cunt sucked him in with ease—his long fingers fucking deep into your pussy. matt wrapped his lips around your clit and cockily smirked against you. your hand swiftly gripped the edge of the counter until he placed his hand over yours—gently intertwining your fingers while you arch your back in pleasure.

matt leaves one final kiss to your folds before leaning back and forcing your knee down with his left hand. he was locked in a trance, watching the way your pussy would gush every time his fingers would pump inside of you. his fingers rapidly disappeared past your folds as you cried out. your hands frailly clawed at his wrist, only to be swatted away while he kept his pace—eyes trained on your precious cunt.

“i’m gonna cum!” you gasp out, scratching the surface of the countertop as you saw stars. matt fingered you through your orgasm, curling his fingers deliciously. he pulled his fingers from your cunt and stood to his full height—licking them clean.

“can i fuck you?” matt inquired, searching your eyes for an ounce of hesitance. you nodded, placing your hand at the nape of his neck.

“i need words, sweetheart.” he traced soothing patterns on your hips,

“yes matt, fill me up with your cum.”

that’s all he needed as he greedily flipped you over—bending you against the cold surface. he hooked his fingers under your knee and pinned it to the table.

matt felt as if he’d been waiting his whole life for this, your body melted into his every touch—he wanted this moment to be engraved into his brain.

matt spit on your pussy, licking his teeth in satisfaction as he watched it drip down your folds. he grabbed your hip with one hand, pushing it down against the countertop. the other hand gently stroked his sensitive cock—to say he was rock hard was an understatement. beads of pre-cum dribbled down his tip as he rubbed his cock against your folds. your slick combined with his spit allowed him to glide his dick along your pussy so easily. with one final brush along your pussy, he pressed his hips flush against you, cock buried to the hilt.

matt lazily tilted his head to the side, looking at you with hooded eyes—he draws his hips back before snapping them forward, balls striking your clit in just the right way. he repeats the motion, this time his grip on your hip tightens as he pulls you against him—his other hand snaking its way to your shoulder. you silently gasp as your pussy clenches around his cock. every single one of his thrusts were full, making sure that you felt every ridge and vein along his cock.

your ass jiggled with each powerful thrust of his hips, and matt observed how your pretty pussy started to spasm around him—he trailed his eyes up your figure, watching you fall apart under his touch. matt bent over you, the soft muscles of his abdomen taut against your back. he caught your lips with his own, moaning into your mouth before finally stilling against you—his warm cum filling you to the brim.

you gasped as matt pulled out of you, tenderly brushing your hair to the side to kiss your shoulder. you twisted your body and captured his lips in a kiss, grabbing his hair as another wave of want washed over you.

“we shouldn’t be doing this.” you sighed as you pulled him against your body.

“i know” he chuckles,

“but you’re just too irresistible.”

a.n.

DILF MATTTT holy shit this was a long one. this particular prompt/fic was inspired by yayo (rockstardolan) i think the prompt was super fun to write and i WANT YALL TO SEND ME REQUESTS!! i’m running out of ideas folks

also thank you for 100 followers WHAT?! you guys are insane.

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[strawberri-rants-and-writings]

Easy Access

You had been dating Billy for a while now, getting to know the local “bad boy” for yourself. He definitely knew how to keep things exciting in the quiet town of Hawkins, so when you receive a call one hot summer day, you knew it was trouble (in the best way).

Billy x Fem!Reader

Minors DNI

Word count: 4,837

TW: porn with plot, established relationship, oral (fem receiving), exhibitionism if you squint, nipple play, breast play, posessive Billy, not proofread

Let me know if there's anything I missed! Sorry this took so long, I had massive writer's block!!!

It was the summer of 1985: The hot sun blared through your windows and you lay in bed trying to fan yourself from the heat. A thin layer of sweat coated your body, each bud glistening in the harsh light of your room. Your fan just wasn’t enough to beat the heat, but the trip to the local pool was just too arduous to consider. You knew your boyfriend would be working there, the thought of him in is swim trunks…glistening in the sun…hair wet from the pool…the scene hotter than the weather itself. You would be seeing him later tonight, though, if you survived the heat that is. As you lay there, slowly melting in your oven of a room, your phone rings. You unstick yourself from your mattress and waddle over, your legs feeling as if lead weighed them down. You pick up the receiver and give your best greeting, despite the fatigue in your voice,

“Hello?” You groan slightly.

“Hey sweetheart, bad time?” A familiar voice purred in the other end. Your spine shivers at the flirty cadence of your boyfriend’s voice.

“Hardly, aren’t you on the clock right now?” You chuckle, plopping back on your bed and twirling the phone cord.

“I was ending my shift actually” Billy purrs again, you can feel his smirk through the phone, “I called because I have a surprise for you, but I doubt you would appreciate it.” He teases lightly, a chuckle grumbling in his chest.

“What do you mean?” You ask curiously, a smirk creeping across your face as you hear his promise of a surprise.

“Well,” he begins, “How do you feel about a trip to the pool after hours huh? It’s been a hot day, you need to cool off, and I know a damn good lifeguard that will be there to keep a pretty thing like you safe.” He proposes, his tone flirty and confident.

You scoff, flustered by his words. You bite your cheek before answering “Is that so? This couldn’t, you know, put your job at risk will it?” You tease back.

He hums on the other side, looking out past the office to the pool before focusing his attention back to his phone call. “Why not live a little babe? No harm done.” He goads cockily “Are you coming out or what?”

You sigh and laugh, rolling your eyes at your boyfriend’s antics. You plant your feet on the floor and head to your closet, carrying the phone with you. “Fine, fine.” you giggle “Is there anything you need me to wear?” You ask curiously, your smile beaming as you speak.

Billy smiles at your question, letting his imagination run wild for a bit before answering, “Shorts and a crop top” he says simply. He pauses, thinking of just how good you’ll look when he sees you before adding “make sure it’s cropped high with a tight pair of shorts…and my letterman jacket.” He finalizes.

You cock your brow at his final request, his letterman? On this hot ass day? You sigh and shake your head “What makes you think I even have your letterman with me huh?” You sass, looking for his requested items.

He scoffs at your response and rolls his eyes, amused by your sass "Because I keep it in your closet sweetheart, you forget how often I stay at your house…now hurry up, I want to see you." He pushes, a sly smirk planted on his handsome face.

You look in your closet and there it is, Billy's letterman jacket from basketball. It hung neatly between the rest of your jackets, the green and white fabric sticking out like a sore thumb. You're not sure if you should be surprised or exasperated a the fact he really planted his letterman in your closet without you noticing. You shake your head and grab the jacket from the closet, draping it over your arm as you continue to dig for the required outfit.

"Okay mister pushy, let me get changed." You tease as you pick the perfect outfit. “How am I getting there?”

He leans his muscular frame against the wall of the pool office, listening to you getting changed. He groans slightly at the thought of what you’re wearing, his cock aching at the thought. He pauses before he responds “With that attitude, I’ll make you walk.”

You stop what you’re doing when you hear he wants you to walk. “You got me fucked up if you think I’m walking all that way” you bark a retort to his little comment, “I’ll just stay home if that’s the case.” You threaten, knowing it’s an empty one.

You can hear him click his tongue at your threat, letting out a breathy chuckle. He always loved that sass of yours. “Fine…fine, I’ll come get you then.” He scoffs before pausing again, his voice lowering to a husky whisper, “Oh, and sweetheart?”

You take a breath, rolling your eyes before you decide to answer his question. “What is it love?”

Billy can feel his swim trunks grow tighter as he gives you one last request, “Wear no underwear.” He demands in a low tone, his voice a mere grumble in his throat.

You pause what you’re doing, baffled at the request. Did you hear him right? Your brain short circuits as a smirk creeps on your face. You let out a breathy chuckle, the room suddenly feeling hotter than before. “And why should I do that?” You ask cheekily, slowly changing out of your clothes.

He hears the shift in your tone and chuckles, knowing you wouldn’t be opposed by his words. “Well I want to give you your present…and I want easy access.” He breathes out his last statement, the sound making shivers run up your spine.

An intense heat rushes your face, and you begin to chew your cheek. You swear he could hear your heart pounding on the other line, and you quickly move to change the subject. “I’ll see you soon then.” You finally choke out, trying hard not to sound flustered.

He hums, knowing he’s got you hooked. His smirk never leaves his face as he answers, “Yeah, I’ll see you soon…and remember what I said.” He adds, his tone cocky.

You let out a shaky breath as the heat travels to your core. You nod before you hum an agreement and hang up, the silence in your room deafening. Your mind races at the thought of what he has planned for you, and you would be lying if you said it didn’t excite you.

You take your time to change into some booty shorts and put on a Metallica shirt you had cropped short, making sure to follow his request for no underwear. Your core aches as your mind wonders to Billy’s “surprise” later this evening. You grab some tennis shoes and wrap his letterman jacket from basketball around your shoulders, putting on some perfume before heading out the door, waving your mom goodbye. Down the street, you could hear his Camaro purring as he speeds to your house. He honks a few times before you step out, and rolls down the passenger window to greet you.

Billy’s cock throbs at the sight of you, his mind already going crazy at the thought of you in his letterman jacket. There you are, wearing exactly what he asked of you…and damn are you a fucking sight. The way your thighs squeezed in your shorts, the Metallica tee cropped just short enough for your perfect tits to peak through the bottom, his letterman draped on your figure. He growls before greeting you,

“Get in pretty girl” he gruffly states, his smile making you melt at the knees.

You feel his hungry gaze lap you up, a flustered smile graces your features as you approach the car. You lean into the open window, “Someone is impatient” you tease, trying to hide the fact that he has you wrapped around his finger.

Billy reaches across the dash and grabs your chin, making you to look at him, “Stop teasing, I haven’t seen you all day… and you look damn good” he pauses, his eyes darting down and noticing what he requested you to wear. “Now get your cute ass in the car babe.”

You look at him a bit longer, biting your lip before you relent and open the car door. You slip into the passenger seat, feeling his thick hand snake its way onto your thigh, giving it a quick squeeze before speeding off.

The ride felt as if it was taking forever…between him squeezing and rubbing your inner thigh and the hem of your shorts rubbing your clit just right made time go insanely slow. You could lose your mind at this rate. You can feel Billy glancing over at you occasionally, his hand riding higher and higher at each red light. You swear you could feel his pinky teasing your clothed pussy before the pool rolled into sight. A sigh leaves your chest, somewhat relieved the tension from the ride is dissipating, only to be replaced with excitement and anticipation. Your chest swells as he parks the car, watching as he shuts off the engine and gets out of the car. He circles around and opens the door for you, his hand wrapping around your hip as he guides you to the pool office.

“Now, we gotta sneak in here so no one finds out, got it” he speaks lowly, pulling the keys from his pocket and opening the office door, holding it open for you. You shoot him a worried look,

“It’s just us right? No one else is here? You said it would just be us-” You look around, suddenly feeling apprehensive about your situation.

“I may have lied a little” he interrupts casually before he shuts the door behind him and locks it. He walks towards you, pulling you in by your waist and caging you against the nearest wall. His face was inches away from yours, close enough that he can smell that perfume you sprayed on.

“Billy!” You stare at him wide eyed but he only laughs, his lips connecting with your neck. “Kidding… wouldn’t be too mad if there was an audience though.” he whispers against your neck, his hot tongue slides on your skin to your earlobe.

Your body shivers as you feel the warmth of his mouth in your skin, but your body stays tense. His hands begin to wander, tracing every curve as he hungrily nips and bites at your neck.

“Relax a little babe, it’s just us, I promise” he huskily whispers, his breath against your ear giving you chills.

He chuckles as he presses his muscular body closer to yours, and his knee slips in between your legs, placing sweet pressure against your aching pussy. His hands roam from your waist to your ass, placing a quick smack before gripping your ass cheek in his hand. You can’t help but moan, his sudden passion making you weak in the knees. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy his spontaneity, and it only made you crave him more. He grinds his thick thigh between your legs harder, pushing your legs apart with ease while his hands grip tightly onto your hips.

“God you sound so perfect…” he growls against your skin, his body pressing you firmly against the wall.

You feel his thick cock against your thigh as he grinds against it, and he bites down on the flesh of your neck making you shudder and let out a mewl of pleasure. His hands keep their grip on your hips, guiding them as you desperately grind his thigh, trying to control your pace. You feel his thigh press even tighter on your sweet spot and you let out another small whimper. You're suddenly lifted, your back slammed against the wall as Billy's lips connect with yours, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. His tongue invades your mouth, swallowing any moan that escaped your lips. As your tongues dance together in a heated kiss, you grip onto his shirt for dear life. To ground yourself? To keep yourself sane? Before you could completely melt into his touch, Billy breaks the kiss with only a thread of spit to connect the two of you.

"You drive me crazy, you know that?" he whispers to you, his piercing gaze sending a wave of need to your already wet pussy. You only smile, somewhat breathless from the kiss. "Was that not the plan the whole time?" you tease, keeping eye contact as you nip his bottom lip.

Billy grunts, he’s starting to lose his patience. He tightens his grip on your ass and thighs as he lifts you up, making you squeak in surprise. He clears the desk behind the two of you with a swoop of his hand before plopping you on its surface. He stands in between your legs and grabs your chin, forcing you to look at him,

"I’m not the one who started all this teasing, doll." he says, heat radiating from his body. You giggle, giving him a cheeky smile before responding, "Then what was that whole bit about 'wearing no underwear for easy access' hm?" you purr, "By definition that means you started the teasing."

"You little minx." he growls before crashing his lips to yours once again, his hands sliding their way to the hem of your shorts…so achingly close to your needing pussy. His thumbs slide gently past where you needed him the most and back again, and he smiles against your lips when you whine in protest.

"So needy already? I've barely touched you…" He purrs as his lips trace your jawline and find your collarbone, gently kissing and sucking the sensitive skin.

You let out a shaky breath, your hands grabbing the beltloops of his pants and yanking him closer. His chest was now flush to yours, the grip on your thighs tighter and tighter while his thumbs trace soft circles on your inner thigh. With each nip and suck in your neck, waves of need and pleasure hit your core like a bus, sending a slick wetness to the barely clothed area. He lets go of your neck with a slick POP before admiring the work he's done on you; your neck and shoulder littered with the love bites he's left. Just a reminder for you and anyone else who you belong to. Against your protests, his hands move from your thighs to under your shirt, lifting it above your boobs before pinching and rolling your nipple between his fingers. He pulls away from your neck to look at your needy face, his blue eyes keeping your gaze as your eyes are half lidded. He loves this look, makes his cock throb at how you react to his touch. He's close, his minty breath making your mind spiral as he ghosts his lips over yours. You can't help but stare, your breath hitching as he flicks and plays with your nipple, the pleasure making your mind mush.

Billy groans at the sight, pushing you lower and lower before your back lays on the desk. His lips now ghost your skin, his gaze never wavering from yours as he traces the contours of your body. He moves to the center of your chest, licking at the space between your boobs, his hands going to your waist, pushing you further down on the desk.

"God princess, you look so damn good like this. I mean, you look good, but you look even better underneath me." He grumbles before peppering kisses on and around your boobs, nipping and sucking each nipple as he passes them.

You gasp slightly, mouth agape as you watch him unravel you with ease. You can feel his cock grind against you, it growing harder by the second against your aching core. Blush riddles your face as you melt under him, and he gives you a sly smile.

“Look at you, all blushing because of me. So adorable. I can’t wait to see what other pretty sounds I can get out of you." he says as he pinches your nipple and pulls it slightly, forcing a loud moan to leave your pouted lips. He chuckles darkly at the sound as it goes straight to his throbbing dick. Your hands find his torso and you yank at his shirt as your back arches in pleasure. He looks down at you, your shirt hiked over your chest and his letterman jacket pooled behind you…needy and desperate for him… he smiles before sliding his shirt over his head and discarding it on the floor.

"Better babydoll?" He whispers, leaning close enough to feel his hot breath against your ear. You nod, cupping his face and bringing it close to yours

"How bad do you want me?" You whisper against his lips, caressing them with your own as you look deep into his eyes, gaze lustful and hazed.

He moans and grips your thighs, pushing you up a bit so your chest is level with his face. He leans in and nips at your neck, his voice is deep and raspy when he speaks, "I want you so bad it hurts. I want to hear you scream my name, feel your nails scratching down my back. I want you under me as I make you cum over and over again." He purrs, grinding deep into your needy core.

Your body shivers at his words and you let out a sweet hum, caressing his face as he peppers kisses against your skin. Your hands find his soft blond curls and you run your fingers through them, gripping it at the base of his neck and making him look at you as you speak, "Then make me sing your name like a hymn to a forbidden god." You coo, giving him a smirk.

His eyes darken at your words, and something in him snaps. He grumbles something incoherent before you are yanked towards his hips, your ass dangling off the edge of the desk. Before you could grasp what was happening, Billy unbuttons your shorts and rips them off your hips, tossing them to the side like a used rag. He growls at the sight, your perfect pussy on display in front of him. He grips beneath your thighs, pushing your knees to your chest for a better view, practically drooling. He wanted a taste, to lap you up like a life force. His face hovers your needing cunt, his hot breath hitting your clit. He looks up at you one more time before speaking in a husky whisper.

"So wet for me baby, s'fucking delicious." He grumbles, rubbing his thumb over your slit teasingly. "Be a good girl and cum on my tongue."

He plunges his face into your pussy, finally getting a taste of you after a long day. Your back arches at the sudden sensation, a moan leaving your lips as his tongue licks a long stripe up your core. He impatiently gets to work, swirling his tongue around your clit and sucking on the sensitive nub. The sounds he makes are lewd and obscene, sucking and slurping at your pussy as he takes what's his. It drives him insane, your taste, your sounds…he wants more. All the while, your body twitches and bucks towards his face, needing to feel every inch of his thick tongue. He nips your clit, making your thighs instinctively close around his face as you whimper at the sharp sensation. He growls, the feeling rumbling deep in your core before he takes your legs and yanks them more open than before. He places pressure on your hips now, lifting his face to speak to you.

"Don't. Move." He orders his tone final, leaving no room for negotiation before he lowers his face and shoves his tongue deep into your needing hole, tongue fucking you.

The sudden filling sensation sends your mind reeling, your hand moving to his hair as you try to push him away "Baby…wait!" you cry out in vein. Billy does not listen, pushing his tongue deeper and deeper as he swirls his tongue around your pulsing walls.

Your breathing gets heavy, your chest rising and falling as your release comes quick. His tongue feels so good, and you could never get enough. You'd only hoped to last a little longer, but you knew better. You were weak for him, every touch, every groan… it was heaven. You grasp his curls and pull his face closer, your hips now bucking into the sensation as he laps at your wet pussy. He groans as you pull his hair, his licking getting more frantic as he feels you getting closer.

"That's right baby, cum f'me" he muffles into your core, his tongue swirling your clit once more. With one final flick of his tongue, you come undone. Your whole body shivers as you cum on his face, and you let our a screaming moan, "Billy!~". He doesn't stop until you ride out your high, drinking up every last bit of you until your body collapses back onto the desk.

Your breathing evens out after a few minutes, a thin coat of sweat lines your brow as you finally come down from your high. You bite your lip, slowly sitting up to look at your boyfriend, his letterman jacket draping off your shoulders. He looks up to you and flashes you his signature smile.

"Fuck baby." Billy chuckles, his face dripping with you as he peels his head back to look at your fucked out face. The sight alone made his cock jump. Blush littered your face, your chest bobbed up and down as you breathed, your hair stuck to your forehead… such a perfect sight. You are gorgeous to him, but he wasn't done with you yet.

He pulls from you, his hands quickly finding the hem of his shorts as he pulls them past his thick thighs. His cock springs from the fabric, the thick shaft already leaking with precum. Your eyes fall on the delicious sight, your mouth agape. His begins to pump his hand over his cock, making long strokes as he steps closer to you.

"Like what you see princess?" He asks, his cocky smirk never leaving his pink lips as he pumps the thick shaft more. You can feel his breath on your eyelashes as his lips ghost over yours.

You look on hungrily, your eyes never leaving his as you reach out and grasp his cock, your hand barely able to wrap around him. "I always have." You whisper back to him seductively as you stroke him slowly.

He groans at the feeling, gently bucking his hips into your hand as his hands land on either side of your hips. His lips find the skin of your neck once again as he attacks it with more love bites and trails of saliva. He moans against your skin as your pace quickens, and your feel him bite down on your collarbone. "S'right baby, just like that." He moans in your ear. Your touch is driving him to the brink of insanity, and he needed you right now.

His hand trails up your body and he pushes down slightly before pulling you back towards the edge of the desk. He positions himself at your entrance, his eyes never leaving yours. The air was thick, the office humid from the body heat and the smell of sex filled the air. There was a tense silence between the two of you, both bodies charged and wanting. His lips trail your features as his cock slowly enters you, stretching you as your walls wrap perfectly around him. You instinctively wrap your arms around his broad shoulders, needing something to hold on to as he pushes in deeper.

Billy bottoms out with a grunt, his forehead pressing against yours as his grip on your hips tightens. You felt so good…so unbelievably good. You let out a mewl, feeling his cock twitch inside you as he slowly begins to rut his hips into yours. His lips captures yours in a passionate kiss, much slower and more intimate than the last. He drinks up every whimper and moan as he thrust his hips into you, loving every sound you make. He hooks your leg around his arm, lifting it just slightly as his pace quickens. Your nails dig into his shoulder blades, each thrust hitting your sweet spot in perfect rhythm and your head flies back. He watches as you unravel for him, and he revels in the sight. Your moans like a song encouraging him to keep going.

"You like that baby?" He husks to you between grunts, pulling you even closer so your bodies could be flushed together.

"Fuck…Yes baby~" You respond in a moan, feeling waves of pleasure crash through your body. It felt electric, every movement felt like a rush and it never got old. It didn't help that he looked gorgeous like this; his eyes blown out from pleasure, his face flushed, his curls sticking to his face…you craved this.

His thrusts get faster, jolting your body forward and making your boobs bounce. Lewd noises fill the pool office: Grunts, moans, the wet clap of skin thrusting into skin… it was like a scene straight from a porno. Billy's face falls into your neck as he ravages the skin, you only hang on for dear life as he uses you like a personal fuck toy. Your walls close around him and spasm, indicating your release coming soon once again as his name dances on your lips over and over again.

"Billy…So…close." You whimper into his ear and he growls against your skin. He was close to, and he wanted you to cum together. His pace gets sloppy, frantic, needing to get to both of your releases.

"That's right baby, cum for me…scream my fucking name." He growls between grit teeth, thrusting harder into you and making you squeak. Your tongue dances at the roof of your mouth, feeling the overwhelming sensation build in your core before you finally let go.

"Fuck…Fuck…Billy!" A string of curses leaves your lips as you cum once again, your back arching into him as your eyes roll back. He pulls from your neck and watches as you unravel beneath him, driving him to his own orgasm. With a loud grunt, he thrust deep, hot strings of cum spilling into you as he rides out his own high. He ruts his hips a few more times before resting his weight onto you, his breaths labored as sweat drips down his brow. You huff, your chest bobbing as you try to catch your breath.

Billy peppers kisses on your shoulder, trailing up to your face before capturing you in a kiss. "We should do that more often." He chuckles, making you giggle as well.

"Maybe we should…I think the jacket really did it for you." You giggle again, gesturing to the now soaked letterman jacket laying at your hips. He scoffs at that, but doesn't disagree in the slightest.

With one swift motion, Billy picks you up and sets you back on the ground. He finds your shorts and hands them to you, pulling up his own to your disappointment. You two begin to get dresses, cleaning up any mess left behind by your escapades. His hands trail your body once you are done, his lips finding your neck again before speaking, "Ready to go?"

You nod and smile. pecking his lips before stepping out into the cool summer night. The sun had set, and the sky was dark and littered with stars. Billy locks up behind you two and wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you close. You walk to the Camaro together before realizing… "You know, we never went swimming." You comment, looking up at him.

He nods his head slightly and smiles, "But you did get wet…" he retorts and your jaw drops. "Are you serious right now?!" You didn't want to give him the satisfaction of laughing, but you couldn't help it.

Billy only shrugs, barking a laugh at your reaction before squeezing your hip, "C'mon babe, have a sense of humor, you know I had to." He flashes you a cheesy grin and you roll your eyes.

When you reach the Camaro, Billy opens the door for you and waits for you to get in, closing the door and circling the car and plopping into the driver's seat. The car turns on with a roar, and his hand finds its way to your thigh once again before speeding off into the night. You never knew what you were going to get with Billy Hargrove, but you'd be lying if you said you didn't enjoy every minute.

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[hitomisuzuya]

hello suzuu! congrats on 1000 posts 💞💞

soo i was thinking of some thighfucking with mouchie, im not really sure about the plot, so it's up to you!

dont forget to take care of yourself and eat well 💋

scaramouche x fem!reader. smut. thigh fucking. teasing degradation. i hope you all look at my blog in dark mode.

thank you, dear 🥺 you take care of yourself as well.

scaramouche sat back in his chair, and enjoyed the show. he knew he had a meeting to go to, but why on earth would he be in a hurry to leave for a meeting he planned on being late for, anyways? especially since there was quite a vision perched on his lap.

you, in nothing but your panties grinding your pussy into a sopping mess on his thigh while you cling to him.

he knew he could help you along, maybe steadying a hand on your hip to help guide your pace. but, he was getting off watching your struggle to get off on his thigh in your desperation for him. he grazed his fingers feather light up your stomach to your ribs to see you shiver in the pure pleasure of his fingers grazing against your skin.

"you are making such a mess on my thigh," his finger curled under your chin, "what do you have to say for yourself, slut?"

the throbbing in your clit made you unable to form words at first. you opened your mouth, however what came out was only a whimper of pleasure, your panties clinging and unsticking to your clit with your movements. "i..i'm sorry," you moan shakily.

scaramouche chuckled, tightening his grip on your chin a little. "use that pretty mouth of yours, and repeat what you said when you crawled into my lap like a needy whore," he finally put a hand on your hip, rubbing his thigh against your pussy.

your back arched as you shamelessly grinded on his thigh. "i don't want you to go. i'll miss you. take me with you, you won't even know i am there," you moaned, tears welling in your eyes as your body twitched in pleasure. your pussy was clenching around nothing, making you squirm slightly in his lap.

scaramouche looped an arm behind your back, and sat up, moving your chest closer to his mouth. "you are so cute when you beg. all pathetic and needy," his tongue snaked out to swirl around your nipple. "do it some more."

he knew very well he could take you with him. sit you on his lap and keep you quiet, letting you rub and nuzzle against him while he gave the mission briefing. but he was feeling extra possessive today. he didn't want to share you with the outside world today.

a loud cry of pleasure sounded from you, sharp jolts of pleasure brought on from the sensation of his tongue working your nipple to harden zapped right to your clit. your cheeks were flushed in utter adoration for him, your orgasm tightening to an agonizing degree in your core.

"promise you won't take too much time?" your lower lip trembled, your grinds on his thigh increasing in urgency. your legs shook from the effort, chasing the dizzying pleasure of his thigh rubbing your panties on your clit. "i'll miss you so much. please, i love you, scara. your thighs are so beautiful," the building of your orgasm was making you babble.

"adorable little slut," he cooed, scooping your nipple into his mouth to suck on. now he definitely wasn't dignifying his squad the right to even look at you today. you are all his.

scaramouche is always extra greedy when it comes to you.

louder moans that made his cock hard sounded from you. you are absolutely quaking with pleasure, barely able to hold yourself up. sighing, he supposed to should go easy on you. he didn't want to break you too early.

you whined in protest as he took his mouth off your nipple. his hand swiftly dipped into your panties. feeling the merest brush of his fingers against your messy folds made your hips automatically twitch to grind on his fingers. he pressed slow, form circles on your clit.

mewls of pleasure keened from your throat. scaramouche smirked and waited for the inevitable. a few moments later, you choked back a sob of bliss. scaramouche sat back in his chair again, feasting his eyes on you cumming hard and further soaking his thigh. "are you going to be a good girl and wait for me?" he asked, putting a hand on your cheek and forcing you to look at him.

"mhm. will you fuck me when you get back?" you turned your cheek into his hand, nuzzling against it.

"my pretty, not only am i going to fuck you," he groped your ass roughly, "i am going to breed you full. how's that sound?"

[gerogerigaogaigar]

Lalah being stuck in time is a pretty potent symbol. The rest of the Gundam franchise goes on, variations of Char and Amuro and different universe rotating around the same themes from different angles. But Lalah? She is stuck at the moment of her death forever. It's the only thing about her and that is more tragic than her death. Her major contribution to the series is that halfway through any given Gundam series a female love interest will probably die to further a male characters development (GWitch and GQuuuuuuX gender flip this which is a nice change of pace honestly). But yeah the idea of unsticking Lalah from time alters one of the foundations that MSG is built on.

Oh also it's a cute move to have Char slick his hair back like in Char's Counter Attack and then have him chide Kycilia for trying to kill everyone on Earth. She unknowingly calls out an alternate version of him for wanting the same thing. And then the end credits is the end credits song from Char's Counter Attack. I'm not sure it means much in the long run but it's a cute detail. Honestly separating the meaningful stuff from the fan service is interesting because there is no telling what is what. The Braw Bro being named the Kikeroga in GQ actually hinting at Lalah's absence from the plot this hinting at her role in the story? Is that an important detail? No. But it was still a thought out piece of world building. Meanwhile introducing Murasume Labs and the Psycho Gundam seems to have been pure fan service. We'll see though, there's still time for some of the zeta stuff to come back around. Speaking of Zeta stuff the theatre scene is shot for shot from the ending of Zeta. I was gonna grab screenshots but someone already made a convenient little video

Oh and they outright said the thing that I called back in episode 2 about the Elmeth being scrapped in favor of putting it's psycommu into the Red Gundam. Just wanna note that I have never been wrong about anything yet lmao.

[olderthannetfic]

https://www.tumblr.com/olderthannetfic/772982617698074624/i-havent-been-on-social-media-much-recently-so

Clarification because i think it's been misunderstood:

The way i use it is if i'm stuck on research i ask it to find me sources which i then check, i don't just ask it a question and take whatever answer it gives me. The research project i was talking about was about a very specific topic and i previously spent hours trying to get google to give me any useful results because all it gave me were articles about broader semi-related topics. And the introduction i had it write me was literally just for the sake of having something on the page that made sense, i completely re-wrote it afterwards.

As for writing, i don't ask it for plot points or anything, i have those completely planned out. I just have a tendency to get stuck, especially when it comes to going from one plot point to another and it genuinely helps to just ask like "how could i transition from this scene to that major thing that has to happen" and have it spit out some general ideas on how to lead into it.

Because in my opinion the problem isn't using AI, the problem is NOT using critical thinking. Yeah it's unreliable as a source. So are friends. It definitely gives you some ideas that are just stupid. Guess what, so do my friends and even other writers. Which is why when you ask other people, you think their answers through and check the information they give you. Same principles apply here.

Believe it or not, a dumb computer CAN have good ideas and give good critiques, it's just that you have to treat it the same way you'd treat, say, your 15-year-old nephew who isn't a writer but is currently the only person you can ask for ideas. And having it analyse your characters is quite simply fun and for me it also worked quite well to get my brain back onto the story after months of not writing.

(Side note, i wouldn't recommend the standard ChatGPT for any of this, that one really does just suck. There's one specifically for creative writing that's miles better)

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Some people talk to the action figures stuck to their monitor with much the same unsticking results, yeah.

Google has been getting worse and worse in recent years. It's definitely not the best way to find journal articles, though IDK what kind of articles you were after.

[rottenraccoons]

Hey there! I've been wondering... when you write the story for OBSCURA, do you sit down together to write, or does each writer sit down on their own and write the respective characters' stories? And do you consult each other (+Mugi & Cajsa) about the process/finished story too, or do Violet and Tobi decide on what happens to characters and the world by themselves?

We talk as we work about larger lore implications and whatnot (we coordinated the information reveal in Keir and Cirrus' second chapter, for example), but for the individual plot beats Tobi and I work pretty independently by default.

We draft up plot outlines and then share them with Mugi, Cajsa, and Yamiochi for feedback and to make sure everyone's on the same page about how the plot is gonna progress. Once we're all good on the direction the plot is gonna go, Tobi and I trash-draft semi-independently; we talk to each other when we're stuck and need help unsticking the plot, and while we're working we make sure to let Cajsa and Mugi know what assets we're going to need.

One fun thing about development is that Mugi starts making art long before scripts are complete and locked, and that affects the writing process, too! I talked about it in our Next Fest behind-the-scenes stream, one of the biggest cases of this happening was with Oleander: his personality became a lot more fixed and vivid once I could see his appearance and his JoJo poses.

I think the best way to describe our process is that each of us on the team welcome input, but we all also respect each other's domains; I know my strength is in writing and not art or music, so I trust Cajsa and Mugi to know what is best in those fields, and they trust us as writers to make the world and narratives into places they can work with in turn.

[poolofunidentifiedfluid]

itty bitty chunk of a fic i might write

the plot is basically marriage of convenience because Eddie‘s parents are trying to take full custody of Chris. i have not written fanfiction before but i have brain worms and they must escape somehow. anyway, anyways, let me know if you think I should write the whole thing

 its a normal Tuesday afternoon when it happens.

“Try not to burn our dinner.” Eddie says with a smirk as his eyes catch Bucks for a second before he looks back down at the pan that has just started smoking. With a blush crawling up his neck, Buck hurriedly stirs the food around the pan unsticking it from the bottom, only slightly crispier than he usually likes.

“Don’t tell Bobby” Buck says smiling bashfully. he risks a glance back at eddie who went back to chopping, but with a smile lingering at the corner of his mouth. “He’ll never let me live it down if i burn his famous stir fry”. Eddie laughs, shaking his head

“Don’t worry your secrets safe with me” Eddie says. Hes been quiet ever since the meeting with his lawyer earlier today and its making Buck a little nervous. Hes lost in thought when he realizes Eddie, done with chopping, has come up behind him and puts his chin on bucks shoulder.

“Hey.” Buck turns his face towards Eddie in a way where he can feel the small sigh he lets out against his mouth and has to turn back towards the food before he does something stupid. “Are you okay?”

Eddie makes a noncommittal noise that Buck can feel vibrate through his shoulder and he feels crazy. Eddie winding an arm under Bucks to try to steal a vegetable from the pan is not helping him feel less crazy. He slaps at his hand lightly and decides fuck it, if he already fees crazy might as well lean into it and he plucks the piece Eddie was going for, blows on it and offers it to eddie. he catches moment of hesitation out if the corner of his eye but eddie opens his mouth for buck to feed him the vegetable. eddie chews in silence for a second and turns his head slightly to look at buck.

“Do you want to get married?”

Bucks elbow hits the handle of the pan and sends the stirfry flinging across the kitchen

[skyward-floored]

Swapped (Part 6)

Took me a while to wrangle the plot with this one, sorry it’s been... months. Oops. We’re nearing the end, so it’s getting harder to just whip these out, I have to think about things more XD But I’m still working away on it. Please enjoy!

Mild injury warning, and brief allusions to... I guess medical whump is the best way to put it.

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“Mom? Are we lost?”

Four watched Malon glance at him, then around at the area they’d ended up in. It was a dim and admittedly creepy hallway, one that seemed like it didn’t get much use. It looked nothing like the areas they’d been in with everyone else, and Four watched his mother glance at Artemis as well, who looked equally unsure.

“...I don’t know that we’re lost. We just... don’t quite know where to go,” Artemis answered for her, and Four gave her a look.

“So we’re lost.”

“Well... yes I suppose so,” Artemis admitted with a small heh, and Malon sighed, pulling to a stop.

“We’re not getting anywhere trying to circle back around to the others. Our goal was the top floor, maybe we should be looking for the elevator instead of wandering around aimlessly down here,” she suggested, and Four nodded.

“It’s weird we haven’t seen anyone though, it’s like this area is abandoned,” he said, glancing at a dusty wall. It’s kind of creepy...

“I guess the scientist just doesn’t do much here anymore,” his mother replied, and Four moved to walk a little closer to her, Malon gently ruffling his hair. “Is that the elevator there?”

Four looked, and saw some big double doors up ahead, ones that might’ve been elevator doors. It was hard to tell though, so they all walked closer, Four smiling at the definite sight of a button.

“It is! Now we can go get our powers back,” Four said in relief, and his mother gave him a look that had a fair amount of concern in it. Four ignored it. He knew Mom was worried about him, but she did that all the time. And he was fine. Totally fine.

Not panicking at all.

Four went to push the button, but the elevator made a noise before he touched it, like it was moving down towards them. They all froze, and Four felt a lurch of panic.

“Someone’s coming,” he realized, and Artemis looked around, zeroing in on a door.

“There, quick!”

All three of them ran for it, and Artemis shut it tight behind them, careful to do it as quietly as possible. Footsteps pounded nearby, but they ran right past the closet they’d wedged themselves into.

They all sighed in relief.

“Well, they probably won’t look for us in here,” Malon said once the footsteps had faded, and Four pushed a couple of really heavy-duty mops out of the way of his head.

“Do you think they’re gone?” Artemis asked, and Four looked around as Malon hummed. It was just a utility closet, full of old cleaning supplies and gear. Four poked some of the brooms, then leaned against the wall while his mother and Artemis discussed if it was safe to leave, idly moving his arm that had been injured earlier. It didn’t hurt anymore, and Four felt fine.

Well... except for the pit in his stomach.

Four swallowed. He really wanted to get a move on. Whoever got his powers was probably having all kinds of trouble, and he just felt... empty, in his middle. It was probably Artemis’s powers that were making him feel all weird, but he didn’t like it. He wanted his own back.

And though he’d never admit it out loud... there was a small part of him that wished he’d been left home with Sky, his powers safe and sound.

Four sighed and leaned back, then yelped, his body falling straight through the wall. He fell back to his neck before he stopped himself, and huffed in annoyance as he struggled. He’d gone intangible without even trying, great.

“Goodness, are you okay hon?” Malon asked as she hurried to his side, and Four kicked his legs as he tried to unstick himself. It was just his legs and head on this side of the wall.

“Yeah, I’m just— agh, I’m stuck,” he huffed, trying to figure out how to get himself out. “...Aunt Artemis?”

“Here,” she said as she crouched next to him, taking his legs and firmly tugging him. Four’s body wasn’t intangible anymore though, just the parts of him in the wall, and she couldn’t pull him out.

“Is the wall thinner here? Why did he fall through?” Malon asked, and Artemis made a helpless gesture.

“I think he just lost control for a moment. Easy to do. Happened to me all the time as a kid. But... Four, do you feel anything behind you? There shouldn’t be anything there except solid wall,” Artemis asked, and Four wiggled his arms around a little.

“No... there’s nothing,” he said in surprise. “Maybe it’s another room or something like—”

That weird ripply feeling went through Four again, and he couldn’t even yelp as the rest of him disappeared and he plunged backwards into the wall.

“Four!”

He fell into darkness, startled enough that his body entirely flickered back into tangibility, and abruptly hit ground of some kind with a small oof.

Four laid there a moment, stunned, then shook his head and cautiously sat up, squinting through the dark for any sign of... well, anything. It was pitch black where he’d fallen, so Four hesitated, then felt around in the dark until he found a wall, fumbling along it for any light switches or a door of some kind.

Four wasn’t afraid of the dark, not really. But alone in an unknown area so dark he couldn’t see his hand in front of his face... anyone would be a little scared, right?

Could use Shadow right about now, he thought sadly, muffling a yelp when his hip bumped what felt like a table. Shadow’s powers had been unstable ever since he’d almost died during the whole Screenslaver disaster though, and he’d been left in a sort of... semi-conscious state that Four didn’t totally understand. Fi and Ghirahim were trying to help him, but... so far they hadn’t made much progress.

Four sighed and kept feeling his way around. If Shadow couldn’t be here, couldn’t Four at least have gotten Twilight’s powers and been able to kind of see in the dark? Intangibility really wasn’t helping him here.

So far it hasn’t been terribly useful at all.

Four ran his hand along the edge of what he hoped was a table, slowly shuffling his way forward. Something suddenly caught on his leg, and he jumped, heart thudding as something else crunched under his foot when he set it down. Was that... bone?

Four’s mouth went dry. Were there skeletons in here? What if the room was totally sealed-off? Did he have enough air in here?

What if he couldn’t figure out Artemis’s powers and got stuck here in the dark forever?

Something creaked loudly in the dark, and Four squeaked in alarm, scrambling backwards until his back hit the wall. In a panic he instinctively reached for the part of him he always did when he split, but all that happened was that new ripply feeling that shook through him, and his leg went through the wall.

He scrambled to pull it free, and light burst into the room, blinding him. Footsteps rang out, and right as Four really started to panic, Malon and Artemis came into view, silhouetted by the light.

Four slumped in relief.

“Oh Four, you okay?” his mom asked as she joined his side and put a hand on his arm, and Four exhaled, his heart still hammering in his chest.

See? It’s fine. Quit freaking out!

“Yeah, I’m okay. I just keep getting stuck,” Four mumbled, looking at the floor. “How’d you guys get in here?”

“We found a trapdoor in the closet,” Artemis answered, squinting in the barely-lit room. “If you hadn’t fallen in I doubt we would have noticed it. I think this must be a— oh, here are the lights.”

The fixture on the ceiling flickered, and then wavering light flooded the room as Artemis flipped a switch. Four blinked as he looked around, and let out a quiet huh. There were no bones in sight to his great relief, just some broken glass on the floor. It looked like he’d fallen into the messy remains of a lab, tables and equipment scattered all over the place. It could maybe have just been a storage room, but... why hide it behind a trapdoor in a cleaning closet?

Four felt a flutter of excitement.

It looked like he’d found a secret lab.

“Whoa,” he couldn’t help saying, leg finally slipping free of the wall, and his mom nodded as she caught him.

“I guess this proves our theory that this area isn’t used for much anymore,” Malon said. “Goodness, what a mess.”

“I wonder what happened,” Four said, looking at a table that was splintered into two pieces. It didn’t look like it had just fallen apart, based on the marks gouged into it.

Four leaned a little more tightly against his mother.

Artemis looked around with the rest of them, poking at some things, then crouched down beside a fallen-over filing cabinet, picking up a dusty folder of papers.

“These look like notes on a project,” she said curiously, flipping through them. “Strange...”

Four looked around at the rest of the room while Artemis studied the papers, taking in the mass of various types of equipment all piled around. This room really didn’t seem like it’d been used in a while, and Four wondered what had happened. Why abandon a secret lab like this?

As Four further studied the equipment thrown haphazardly around, broken beakers and dusty surfaces, he saw what looked like shattered pieces of something tucked away in the corner. He picked his way over to them, glass crunching under his boots, and frowned as he saw the remains of what looked like some kind of large tube thing. At least, he thought so. It was kind of hard to tell since most of it was shattered on the floor. But it was definitely big, big enough Four probably could have fit inside of it.

Four placed a hand on it, and ran a slow hand over the glass, his heart picking up for some reason.

“Malon... I think you should see this,” Artemis said in an oddly serious voice, and Malon came over and looked at the paper she’d pulled out. Her eyes went wide, and Four walked back over, standing on his tiptoes trying to read it over his mom’s shoulder. He could only see a few lines of it though, and they didn’t make any sense.

Test 23: exposure to temperature extremes. Subject appears more vulnerable to heat than cold. Frostbite an.......e both possible only when abilities not in use. Further testing required.

Four frowned and tilted his head, reading a bit from a paper Malon’s finger was partially blocking.

...showing signs of power instability when emotional, fine-tuning will likely prove...

The rest of the paper was ripped, and Four wiggled under his mom’s arm, getting a better look at a different paper Artemis held out to her.

.....unable to manage direct sunlight while powers are active. Biggest weakness so far. Further.....ts suspended while subject recovers.

Something cold dropped into Four’s middle, and Malon and Artemis were strangely quiet. His mother slowly flipped to the next paper, this one showing signs of being partially burnt, but you could still see part of the photo it contained.

And the shadowy boy with red eyes was plenty easy to make out.

Four’s stomach lurched.

“Mom?” he asked quietly, and Malon swallowed, several emotions churning in her eyes as she looked at it.

“Project Dark Mirror,” Artemis read softly.

“This... it looks like me. Like Shadow,” Four said in shock. “Is this him?”

Artemis hesitated, looking at the notes with worry bright in her eyes. “It must be. I’ve never known anyone else with powers quite like his, and this... it outlines what he’s shown of his abilities almost perfectly,” she murmured. “This picture is mostly ruined, but... Did he ever tell you where he came from, Four?”

“No. He... he said once he wasn’t natural,” Four began, stomach churning. “But I thought he just meant his powers. He didn’t elaborate or anything. You know he just showed up in our backyard that one night, he never explained much. Do you... do you really think he came from here?”

“It seems likely. He was certainly here at one point,” Artemis said, and Malon leaned against a table, a hand to her forehead as she read more of the papers.

“Oh that poor boy...” she whispered, still skimming. A breeze began to swell in the small space, catching their hair and a few loose papers, and Four looked at her worriedly.

“There are papers here missing,” Artemis noted, grabbing the few that Malon had sent blowing. “This one starts like it’s going to go into detail about origins, but the next just has more notes on tests. I was hoping there’d be something about why you two look so similar, Four.”

“Dad thinks that’s just a coincidence,” Four replied, and Artemis frowned.

“Maybe. But regardless, there’s not enough papers here to know.”

“They must have gotten destroyed,” Malon said as she shut her eyes, face creased behind her mask. The wind picked up. “We’ll have to find backups, or ask the scientist himself.”

“Well then let’s go,” Four said, shaking with anger for Shadow. He hadn’t read everything, but the picture that was forming in his mind of his friend being stuck here and put through experiments that hurt him and probably being alone except for that awful scientist made him mad. “We have powers to get back and now information we need too! This guy might know how to help Shadow!”

“You’re right, we should get going,” Malon agreed, and began gathering papers and folding them up even though the wind was still blowing. “Let’s take these, maybe Fi and G will be able to use them.”

The three of them quickly gathered the papers that could still be read (not as many as Four would have hoped), and Malon put them in a small pouch on her belt, closing it securely. They all headed for the door Malon and Artemis had come through, but then Four paused, looking at a corner he hadn’t studied as intently before.

“Wait... look, another elevator!” he said excitedly, and Malon and Artemis turned to look where he pointed, Malon’s eyebrows raising.

“Well look at that. I think you’re right,” she said, and they moved to study it. It was small, tucked in an unassuming corner, but it looked big enough that Four was pretty sure they’d all fit inside.

“Where do you think it goes?” he asked, craning his neck as if he could see its path upward.

“Hmm... probably up to whatever personal offices the scientist has, since I doubt this room is widely known. I bet we came in the back way,” Artemis said thoughtfully.

Four felt a flutter of excitement. “So this’ll lead us right to him? That’s perfect!”

“Hold your horses there,” Malon said, putting a hand on his arm when he went to push the button. Four stopped and looked at her. “Is this a good idea? Surely he has some sort of defenses around his personal elevator.”

“Possibly... but there were quite a few guards outside, I don’t think we have any better of a chance out there than in here,” Artemis replied. “And I doubt the scientist will be expecting anyone from this lift, not with how abandoned this place looks.”

“He might hear us coming though,” Malon said with a frown.

“Then you can just blow him off his feet when the doors open. Or Artemis can shield us or something,” Four said with a smile, and Malon sighed.

“I just don’t want us to underestimate him again,” she said, but she let go of Four’s arm and nodded at him.

“Well... here we go,” Four said, and pressed the button on the wall.

A rumbling noise signaled the elevator moving, and Malon motioned them all a few steps back, her fists raised cautiously. Four stayed close to her, Artemis a few steps back, and the cheerful ding the elevator let out seemed out of place.

The door opened, and nobody was inside.

All of them sighed in relief, and moved into the elevator, comfortable despite its small size. Four pushed the button that had an up arrow on it, and the doors slid closed, the floor lightly jerking under their feet as the elevator began to move. An jarringly cheerful tune came from a little speaker in the corner, and for a few moments, it was the only sound in the space.

“I’m wondering if this was wise,” Artemis suddenly said as they got close to the top. Four looked at her, and noticed her expression seemed nervous, and still a little pale from her earlier healing spree. “None of us can reliably use these powers yet. What if something goes wrong?”

“Well we have to do something,” Four pointed out. “And maybe the others are already here and are in the middle of stopping him. Or already stopped him!”

“Hope for the best, but prepare for the worst, hon,” Malon said softly, and the elevator chimed, coming to a stop.

All of them stiffened, and the doors slid open, revealing a darkened room on the other side.

Silence met them, and they exchanged looks, then one by one stepped out of the elevator. The doors slid closed, cutting off the cheerful music, and they were left in total darkness.

Four couldn’t tell what kind of room they were in, just that there was tile under his feet, and a chill in the air. His eyes took a minute to adjust, but even once they did, he still couldn’t make out anything.

Four’s heart began to pound the longer the silence stretched, not being able to see anything making him nervous. Artemis attempted to make a shield, but she only managed a flicker of one, which didn’t light anything up enough to get a good look.

“What do we do?” Four whispered finally, but before anyone could answer, they heard a loud click.

And a bright light flooded half the room.

Four winced, covering his eyes at the sudden glare, but when he heard footsteps he quickly lowered his hand in order to see. And saw a middle-aged man in a white coat standing a few feet away, hands behind his back and a weirdly pleasant smile on his face.

It was the scientist.

“I was wondering when you three would show up,” he said brightly, and they all stiffened, slipping into defensive positions. “My cameras got a bit damaged, and you were the only group I didn’t have tabs on.”

“And who are you?” Four asked, and the man raised an eyebrow as he looked at him.

“Ah the short one. Bit young for a superhero, aren’t we?” he hummed to himself, ignoring the question. Then he looked at Malon and Artemis. “I must admit I wasn’t expecting anyone to find their way in here by this route. But I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised, you’re the famous Malanya and Ethereal, after all! And the short one is a relation, I assume? Striking similarity to Fierce Deity in his early years. Very impressive overall.”

The man turned back to Four, still smiling, and Four didn’t like the look of it one bit.

“I can’t wait to study you, little one.”

“You’re not going to!” Four snapped back. “You’re going to jail! You can’t just... hurt people and capture them and mess up their powers! And you hurt Shadow, we saw his picture!”

The scientist raised an eyebrow. “‘Shadow’?”

“You know who we mean, we saw your lab,” Artemis said darkly.

Recognition lit up in the scientist’s eyes, and he made a pensive noise, writing something down on a notepad he pulled from his pocket. “Well, I suppose that explains where my little project ended up. Shadow. Of course he’d pick such a simple name.”

“That’s enough,” Malon said, nocking a blunted arrow. “You’re under arrest, Doctor, for illegal experimentation and child abuse.”

The scientist chuckled. “That’s all? I thought it would be a longer list. You didn’t even mention the cloning.”

“Cloning?” Artemis questioned suspiciously, and the scientist grinned.

“Of course, it’s a fascinating field. Add superpowers into the mix, and it’s even better. Very unpredictable! And so understudied. Though I’ll admit animals are better for initial cloning experiments, less costs involved. Which!” he said with a clap. “Brings me to my next subject.”

Malon shot her arrow, but it reflected harmlessly off of a clear wall Four hadn’t noticed was separating them until now.

“Oh come Malanya, none of that,” the scientist sniffed. “I’m about to show you unfathomable scientific progress!”

“We really don’t care,” Malon said dryly, and Four, though he was a little curious, nodded in agreement along with Artemis.

The scientist smiled. “Oh believe me. You’ll care.”

He pressed something on the wall, and the lights on the other side of the room flicked on, revealing another glass wall, this one more obvious. Four was more alarmed at the sight of what was behind the glass though, and he stepped back as his mother gasped.

A huge, slavering wolf, fangs bared and mouth twisted in an unnatural snarl paced around in the tank, red eyes boring into the three of them.

Four was used to what a wolf should look like— with Twilight around it was impossible not to— and the one in front of him was not natural. It had an odd gait, and was proportioned strangely, its front legs larger than a normal wolf’s, a strange hunch to its back. It had thick white-grey fur, long claws colored the same deep red as its eyes, and its teeth were unnaturally sharp and yellow.

“Have you three ever heard of a wolfos?” The scientist asked, placing a hand on the glass. The beast snarled. “Referred to in myth and old debated historical accounts, it’s been described as an especially beastly wolf, with huge forelegs and a hulking figure. Some soft-tissue fossils were... brought into my possession, and though I had to start with the DNA of a cold-footed wolf, I believe I did quite well. I’m sure there’s plenty of people who will pay for a genetically enhanced attack dog.

He sighed dramatically. “Scientific progress isn’t cheap, unfortunately.”

He turned and smiled at the three of them.

“But now we come to one of my first tests, for both subjects. We’ll see how well the Wolfos can fight against supers... and how well a super can adapt to a threat with misplaced powers.”

The door to the wolfos cage slid open.

“Have fun.”

The wolfos leapt out of the cage the moment it could, and Malon grabbed Four out of the way as it charged for them. Its claws swiped through the air right next to their heads, and Artemis aimed a sharp kick at the beast.

It let out a strange whimpering howl as her heel got its snout, and jumped backwards, pacing madly in front of them. Malon nocked another blunted arrow as Artemis drew a dagger from her belt, and Four hovered nervously beside them, unsure of how to help.

How were they going to beat this thing with messed up powers?

The wolfos jumped at them again, slashing its claws, and they all scattered, Malon trying to fire her arrow but missing, Artemis attempting to jump on its back, but the beast immediately throwing her off. Four ran around its back, trying to help, but the beast was so fast it was able to snap at him, then whirl around and attack the others before anyone could hit it.

Four heard a sudden beeping noise, and he glanced at the scientist behind the glass. The man looked down at his wrist, and his satisfied smile widened.

“Seems I’m needed elsewhere. I’ll record this experiment for later review, carry on,” he said to the three of them, then bowed and strode out through a door.

“You— get back here!” Four yelled angrily, but the scientist was already gone.

The wolfos charged at him while he was distracted, and Four only barely managed to slide out of the way, some drool falling on his shoulder. He ended up next to his mother, and the wolfos growled darkly, pacing around again.

“Four, you need to get out of here,” Malon said seriously, both of them ducking as the wolfos lunged and teeth snapped. “We can handle things here, and you can go through walls. Go stop the scientist!”

“But Mom, I— what if I get stuck? Or what if you and Artemis need my help?” he said nervously, and his mother smiled at him.

“Don’t worry, we can handle this big lug. It’s more important that we stop this scientist, we need to get our powers back.”

The wolfos interrupted them then, snapping at their faces, and Four and Malon both jumped to opposite sides. The wolfos was fast though, and it turned just as quickly as Four did, teeth catching his arm.

Four yelled, and in a fit of pain-induced panic, managed to make his arm go intangible. The wolfos’s jaw snapped shut, and Four fell to the ground, the beast jumping onto his chest and knocking the breath out of him.

Four heard someone cry his name, but he was too busy trying not to get his face ripped off to see who it was, teeth snapping and saliva hitting his face.

Claws came up and tried to slash at him, but Four twisted out of the way. One caught the very edge of his face, and Four kicked uselessly at the wolfos as pain seared his cheek, trying as hard as he could to go intangible again.

Please please please work just work please—!

Suddenly a rope slipped around the wolfos’s neck, and its head was tugged back, Malon lassoing the beast despite one of her arms hanging weakly at her side. Four took the opportunity to scramble out from beneath the monster while it was distracted, but the rope didn’t hold it long.

Malon’s lasso was made of incredibly strong rope, but she couldn’t hold on very well with one arm, and Artemis was still getting to her feet from being knocked into a wall. Malon lost her grip, the wolfos knocking her to the ground, and turned to Four again.

It had signaled him out as the weakest, and wasn’t going to give up.

“Prism! Get out of here, now!” Malon shouted, and Four backed up, his back hitting the wall.

“I’m trying, I-I can’t!” he stammered, reaching for the spark he always reached for when he split, but unable to grab hold of it in his panic. “Mom—!”

The wolfos jumped at him, and Four knew he wouldn’t be able to avoid it this time. He cried out, but then Artemis dove forward and snatched him up, a wavering shield appearing around them.

But it was enough to stop the wolfos, who hit it hard, and stumbled back with a yelp, pawing at its now-bruised snout.

Malon immediately went to get its attention, somehow snapping off a sharp gust of wind that pushed the wolfos’s head back. It snarled, and briefly turned its attention to her, snapping its teeth.

“You’re okay?” Artemis asked quickly, and Four nodded, shaking a little. “You’ve got to follow him, Four, you’re our only chance.”

Four felt like crying. “I can’t, not with these powers, I just—”

“Yes you can,” Artemis reassured, taking his shoulders in her hands. “I know you can. You used them earlier just fine. Find the others, and fix this. We’ll catch up.”

Four bit his lip, and when he heard his mother shout, he felt determination flicker through his fear. Someone had to go, and right now, Four had the only powers to do it.

He was used to dealing with foreign-feeling powers after all, he’d only gotten his own a year ago. This should be a walk in the park in comparison.

He could do this. Messed up powers or not. For his family and all their powers.

And for Shadow.

Four swallowed, then nodded, then focused intently on the weird feeling in his middle, trying to embrace it instead of shying away. It took a minute, during which Artemis had to fight back the wolfos more than once, but then it welcomed him, weirdly enough, sending a warm honey-feeling through his limbs.

Four still didn’t feel great, nauseous and tired and still just a little wrong, but this felt a lot better. Four stepped back from Artemis and turned to the wall, taking a deep breath.

Then he slipped through it with no issues.

Artemis and his mother both cheered, and Four reappeared on the other side, a determined grin forming on his face. His mom and aunt had to go back to fighting the wolfos almost immediately, but Four knew they could handle it.

And he ran off after the scientist, knowing he had to save the day.

[warmasf]

I'd love to see any kind of A and B story where one of them keeps excessively stifling whilst the other tries to get them to stop 🙏 I'm such a sucker for stifles honestly it's bad lmao 😭 you can do whatever you want with the rest of the plot and causes for sneezing, I just love imagining my favourite characters in place of A and B ❤️

Here you go! I got a little carried away…but hopefully this is at least similar to what you envisioned!

They sniffle intermittently, more to keep the congestion gated deep in their sinuses than to clear it from their nose. They rub their nose, cough lightly into their shoulder, and blink heavily more and more each minute.

“Hey, B, you doing alright?” A asks distantly, noticing their shifting in the leather seats, sticking and unsticking their sweaty skin.

B looks up and clears their throat. “Yeah, I’m just really tired, can’t wait to get into a real bed,” they respond, not fully lying. They do really wish they could get into bed and sleep this off. They curl in on themself slightly and rub their nose on their wrist. The itch is intensifying deep in their sinuses, and they really don’t want to sneeze, because that would shift the congestion into their nose, causing it to run and clog endlessly.

When the itch is too much, they hold their wrist taught under their nose and let out a stifled “n’gxt,” making little sound besides a small squeak. They sniff, which sounds more like a low gurgle because of how deep their congestion is, but their nose doesn’t run, not yet. They sneeze again, a nearly silent “ng’ish,” this time contained by their finger and thumb, pinching the tip of their nose.

A snaps back into focus, shooting a glance at their seat partner, who is now red-nosed and bleary eyed. B sneezes again, the same squeaky, congested, pinched stifle. A bats their hand away from their much abused nose. B presses their fingers onto their cheekbones and winces.

“Stop it with that, it’s gonna give you a headache,” chastises A, reaching to grab B a tissue from the center console.

“I already have a headache,” they reply, gearing up for another sneeze.

“n’gsh, “a’nghx, he-n’xsh, heh-“

Teetering on the edge of another stifled sneeze, they feel the congestion loosen in their sinuses and drip into their nostrils. At this realization, they also feel a firm hand on their arm, pulling their grasp away from their nose.

“Hey, you’ve gotta stop with that, you’re just gonna sneeze more. Just let it out so maybe we can get out of sinus infection territory, okay?” Coaxes A, still restraining B’s hand as their eyes water and their nostrils flare in anticipation. Finally, the rush of the trickle of mucus in their nostrils and their admitted potential sinus infection is too much to restrain, and they bend into their opposite elbow, mouth dropped open.

“Ha-ESHiew, Ha-PSHiew, Ah’TISHew” they sneeze wetly and loudly, coating their inner sleeve. They blearily look up at A, eyes begging for anything to clean themselves up with.

“Bless you bless you,” they respond in surprise, never having heard B let out anything but restrained, uncomfortable sounding stifles. They hand B a tissue and wait for the sound of their now productive blow. B pants and lets themself sink into the seat once again, with their breaths coming out much less labored than before.

“Now didn’t that feel better?”

[swoo0zy]

ok i lied the oc grind is BACK ONNNNNN 🔥 🔥 🔥 

some explanation for the first one basically The Sticky situation is a fake ep plot where woopa gets lost n her n sugar accidentally get stuck together for the ep somehow cuz woopa (being a bonbon not raised w other bonbons or even on their homeplanet at all) didnt learn the skill of unsticking urself from things yet n its basically just an excuse for sugar to show off all the cool things bonbons can do - one of which being bonbons' ability to fuse. so there goes gumball aka woopa+sugar 👍

[dangerpronebuddie]

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Tagged by @tizniz @inell who both shared WONDERFUL stuff y'all should absolutely show some love!! 💜🩷

This wip is both heaven and hell for me. It's new territory, but I really want to write it. I shared a little bit in Screenshot Friday, and a few of y'all did see what it was 😁. For some insane reason, I'm writing a time loop fic for 7x04. Why did I do this to myself? I don't know. But I'm having a lot of fun with it so far. Shockingly, I have more of the ending than the actual plot written so... 😅. Slow going. Oh well! Have some of what happens in loop one, during my favorite part of the episode:

"Well listen, I- I think it's great..." Just like in his dream, he trips over his words. He doesn't know why. He's had the stutter his whole life. It only comes out when he's really excited or really nervous (see also: fucking terrified). He's not either of those things now, so why does it feel like he's forcing the words out? His crush on Tommy shouldn't be affecting him this much. First the hangar and now this? Get a grip, Buckley, it's not that deep. Eddie looks up at him with a raised brow. Fuck, he noticed. Buck does his best to cover up... whatever it is he's trying to hide: "you know? You- you can't have enough friends, right?" Eddie smiles at that, a small and proud thing, and Buck is proud of him. He's come so far in his healing and he's finally allowing himself to be happy. Buck should be ecstatic! But... Why does he have to be so happy with Tommy? “Right,” Eddie says before looking away. “Y’know, it's like that thing when you meet somebody and you just… click. Y’know what I mean?” Something squeezes painfully in Buck's chest. For a split second, he thinks he's having another embolism. But his blood keeps pumping, his heart keeps beating… and cracks a little at his words. It's not a dig, surely not. Eddie wouldn't… But then, he has been all over creation with Tommy the last few weeks. Maybe they do click better than Buck ever could. With either of them. “I do,” he says once he unsticks his tongue from the roof of his mouth. “I really do.”

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Hi! I have a bunch of super cool potential directions for my current WIP, but I just CANNOT get the spark to make it happen, argh! Any advice on tying up plot threads or unsticking a story?

Stuck in WIP Despite Interesting Possibilities

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[kayawolfhorse]

Day 8 — A Hazy Temptation

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Someone is attacking the desert.

The foundations of their base shutter between each thunderous boom, and ever-growing cracks clung along the seam of every wall.

There’s shouting, screaming, and Scar’s sword is in his hand and its grip is wrong against his palm and his mind roars but he can’t get his bare feet to unstick from the sandstone beneath him—

Scar wakes in a single heaving gasp.

Sleep’s syrupy pull tugs at his heavy limbs and seeps into every pore, and it’s burning; suffocating. The thunderous rumbling falls heavy against his ears and it won’t stop.

He forces a breath through his smoke-clogged throat, then another. Belatedly, he realizes the sound is his own pounding heart rattling within his own chest.

In, out. The sturdy beams above him support an intact ceiling. In, out. The desert is quiet around him, and the light of the nearly-full moon spills in through the slim window on the opposing wall, a pretty contrast to the faint embers still crackling in the furnaces. In, out. Grian slumbers on by his side, warm, trusting, vulnerable.

The thought nearly chokes Scar as he scrambles against it, desperate to keep his clear lungs. Beneath his gray skin, something red-hot and razor-edged buzzes like a swarm of locusts, eager to consume; eager to destroy. Bloodlust is a stranger beside him no longer, but its lingering presence will never be something Scar regards as a friend.

Checking on Grian is as much of a comfort as it is a distraction. He’s in his sweater and bundled beneath the blanket cast over them both, the desert nights too cold for—if he’s honest with himself—the lack of clothing Scar insists upon. His face is relaxed and his left arm hangs partially off the bed.

He doesn’t want to hurt him. He’s scared that he might.

Scar scooches back until he’s as far away from his partner as he can manage without falling off the narrow bed. He mourns the line of brisk air wedged between them and begs his brain to come up with something, anything else to think about. The thoughts are sluggish to break through the haze that seems to circle his head, and Scar holds each one he can get a grip on tightly. Slowly, in fits and starts, he recounts to himself a familiar tale.

It starts with an ingenious scheme and enough silver-tongued sweet talking to fill a barrel or few. It starts with a prank gone wrong and a promise of devotion laid at his feet. It starts with a sunset over newly claimed land and a partner on the llama at the end of Scar’s lead.

Alliances rise and fall; enemies are made and plotted against. Tensions grow as the number of lives dwindle. Grian, a green life who shouldn’t yet know the taste of blood, kills three and breathlessly declares it in Scar’s name and Scar can’t do this.

With trembling fingers, Scar moves the blanket aside as gingerly as he can and holds his breath as he lifts himself off the mattress. With one leg swung over the side of the bed, he starts to get up—

A hand gently, clumsily wraps around his wrist.

“Scar?” Grian’s voice is sleep-heavy and rough around the edges. Scar freezes. “What are you doing up?”

Scar collapses back into bed at Grian’s light tug, and his heart starts its nervous drum once more. Grian’s facing him now, and he’s hardly awake but his eyes are crinkled with concern.

“Couldn’t sleep,” Scar replies after a beat too long.

Grian hums slightly. “Insomnia loves a friend, doesn’t it? Stay with me; I’ll keep you company.”

Scar could cry. Wordlessly, he nods, and tries his best to get comfortable. Grian’s hand finds his own beneath the blanket and he interlocks their fingers, warmth pulsing softly between their palms. The tightness wound around Scar’s body slowly starts to thaw.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” Scar says quietly, after the silence has stretched on long enough that he’s sure Grian has fallen back asleep, and saying it out loud brings a sort of hesitant relief that cuts through his quiet suffering. The bloodlust isn’t him. It can’t be.

“You won’t,” Grian says, and his voice startles Scar. He shapes the words like something absolute, like he’s not in bed with a red life and the world around him isn’t one ruled by death.

Scar believes him.

He believes him even more when Grian unlaces their hands so he can throw his arm over Scar’s hip, pulling them closer together until his head rests lightly against Scar’s collarbone. Scar rests his own arm against Grian’s back and squeezes him lightly; Grian responds by snuggling further into him.

The story that dances behind Scar’s eyes stops and starts spinning again like a disk set upon a jukebox; violent throes melt away into the golden light cast against the kitchen floor the first time he and Grian baked together. Aching pins and needles soften to the sensation of running his hands along Pizza’s shaggy coat, and shared laughter drowns out the calls for blood.

Scar couldn’t hurt him. He wouldn’t.

He won’t.

[harlotofupdog]

Oooooooh she's barely sliding in by the skin of her wretched little teeth! Chapter 4 of Pub Jizz now exists, after a long, hard trek through the wilderness.

Summary: Aziraphale is a Met officer who transfers to a small village police station. Crowley is the local publican. They don't see eye to eye.

There is also a plot (seriously, I promise)

Rating: E

Neverending thanks to glorious wonderful sun-ox @paperclipninja for beta and cheering and all the things! And thanks to the wonderful folks at @goodomensafterdark for the brilliant cheerleading and procrastination fodder.

Excerpt:

The remainder of his first week passes in the same delightfully peculiar manner as his first day. There are a few calls, mainly related to the activities of local creatures—a cow stuck in a fence who miraculously unsticks herself the moment Aziraphale’s boots sink into the muddy paddock; a rooster operating on Nova Scotian time (Aziraphale suggests earplugs to the rooster’s disgruntled neighbour, earning him his first proper rural telling off which, all in all, is rustic enough to treasure); and a report of ‘two ducks fighting’ at the local pond, which leads to an awkward conversation with the God-fearing complainant about the mating habits of the northern shoveler.

[corellianhounds]

Fic Writer Tag Game

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Your favorite fic to write: I feel like it’s cheating to choose something that’s still a WIP and hasn’t been posted even in part yet, but the Role Swap AU is one that I have loved nearly every second of because it’s one of those stories putting different characters into some of the same familiar story beats and seeing how they act and react in new and different and similar ways. It’s been an exercise in both character and story analysis, and it feels to me like a love letter to the original story of Star Wars. It’s the kind of story that would be good if you read it on its own, but it’ll be better for everybody who’s seen and loves the original and prequel trilogies because they’ll see the layers, nuance, irony, symbolism, and dramatic beats for as strong as they are since they know the original story

I know the whole “It’s like poetry, it rhymes,” idea has been done to death, but it actually does feel like that to me, and I can’t wait for people to see it

A fic you thought readers would love: To be honest, I thought more people would like the Toro Lives universe. It feels like some of the most vivid and episodic installments of any of the Mando stories, and I think it’s some of the strongest narrative/plot writing I’ve posted. I also thought more people would see the Flashpoint story, but I think the hype for Mando fics severely dropped off after TBoBF and S3 so I’m not surprised/bothered

The fic they actually loved: Geroya has certainly been the one I consistently see the most activity around even years after it was posted, but I was surprised by how much people actually said they liked the ideas for or were excited to see more of the Prospect crossover and the TBB Body Swap AU. Most things I post either get a handful of likes or it’s mostly crickets, so for each of those ideas to have piqued several peoples’ interests enough to the point they left a comment even just saying they were excited or intrigued by it surprised me

The fic you love the concept of but hate writing: To Forge Anew has been a longform fic I’ve had ideas and plans and writing for since fall of 2020, but for some reason it feels impossible to accomplish when I’m actually sitting there trying to type it. Part of that comes from the amount of notes I have scattered across scrap paper, notebooks, correspondence in messaging apps, and two different writing programs because I write things down when and wherever I can and I don’t write in chronological order, so I know that it’s not a story I can post until I have it mostly, if not entirely finished. I’m impatient and thrive on immediate feedback/reactions though, so I also know that it’ll be a story I won’t feel the satisfaction of until I’ve worked on it exclusively for however long it takes to finish

Another reason it’s been hard to sit and write the actual scenes for it is because a good majority of it takes place in the perspectives of two people who don’t talk very much (especially in the beginning), and there aren’t as many other characters in between the individual adventures to spur conversation or prompt events to happen. I don’t like overly introspective pieces, I struggle to write interesting narration for extended sequences, this is a story that needs to feel like it takes place over a length of time, I don’t write conflict based on characters having stupidity as plot armor, I don’t write conflict that comes from pettiness or meaningless misunderstandings/miscommunications, and it’s just hard to get the right tone for the genre it is/will be. There are other issues but those feel like the easiest to summarize.

The hardest fic you’ve written: To Forge Anew, but also the Toro Lives universe. I got stuck and haven’t been able to unstick it— I’m bad at figuring out segues. I think part of it is that Chapter 4 ended up being so long and I was putting so much work into it and it still doesn’t feel satisfactory to me so it didn’t give me as much satisfaction or forward momentum. I’m having difficulty keeping the next chapter from feeling almost purely ‘slice-of-life’ because that’s not what I want for this story to feel like, but it’s been hard setting up character dynamics for what they’re supposed to result in by later chapters

A fic you want to write but never do: My rewrite of Season 2 of The Mandalorian, and the edits/revisions to everything that comes after (my take on the living waters, TBoBF, how the Mando show should have been set up going from there). I wanted to get all of it done before the Mando movie came out but I don’t think it’s going to happen and I’m frustrated with myself over it. I think I’d be more satisfied writing them in critical essay format with just the necessary scenes added in as they come, but I don’t think people care for that style of writing. “Write for yourself” blah blah I know, but I wanted to see a satisfying episodic revision because I wanted to show exactly how the shows could have been executed well if they’d had better writers.

Tagging: @archivewriter1ont, @annonymus07, @desertbeskar, @fallen-knight, @jedi-valjean

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WIP Wednesday

I managed to unstick myself a little on Mezzo over the weekend, woot, so here is some proof of life:

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When Shepard retreats to his cabin he paces as though a runtime has glitched.

“EDI, I need everything we know about the collectors and the Omega 4.”

“Downloading relevant files to your terminal, Commander,” she says, pleased to assist. Perhaps data analysis will reduce his behavioral anomalies.

He views the information on a datapad while traversing an irregular pattern through his cabin. Up the stairs to his desk. Down the stairs to his sleeping area. Around the small table in front of the couch. There are only so many routes he can take, but he never develops a consistent pattern, sometimes changing direction, sometimes reaching the stairs and turning back, other times going up and looping several circuits near his desk.

“I need a manifest of known ships that attempted to enter the Omega 4.”

“Certainly, Commander. I will compile the data.”

More pacing. He re-reads the same paragraph several times and then grunts in frustration.

“Have any known collector captives been recovered?”

“No.”

Pacing continues with increased agitation.

“Where else have the collectors been spotted, aside from colonies? If we can find a pattern, maybe we can…maybe.” Briefly he closes his eyes, gripping the datapad tighter.

“I will analyze the available data and look for patterns.”

“What did you find out about the weapon capabilities on that ship?”

“Scans revealed a particle beam weapon capable of multidirectional fire as well as point defense weapons of an unknown composition. While not conclusive, evidence suggests that either this vessel or one of similar construction was responsible for the destruction of the SSV Normandy in 2183.”

He stops still at the foot of his bed and covers his face with his hands. Above him, the stars pass slowly as the Normandy burns towards the Iera relay at sublight speeds. They should reach it in three hours, twenty-nine minutes.

Mr. Moreau, who generally seeks superfluous conversation while plotting relay jumps, had been abnormally subdued for this one. Once her assistance with the calculations was completed, he’d asked to be ‘alone with his thoughts,’ and she had complied.

“How many other ships have they destroyed?” Shepard asks.

“According to my available records, none. The collectors appear to prefer avoiding conflict and remaining anonymous.”

He utters a distressed sound and resumes his restless circuit. “Then why won’t they leave me the fuck alone.”

Her processors turn this question over several times. “I am afraid I do not have enough data to formulate an answer.”

“It’s fine,” he says with an abrupt, angry wave of his arm. “Forget it. I’ll figure it out. I need…I just need…”

She waits patiently. He sucks air through his teeth and hurls the datapad against the wall.

“Fuck,” he cries. He laces his fingers behind his head and stares at the empty fishtank, drawing a deep and shaky breath.