#Multi-May 2025

[bisexual-horror-fan]

saw ur multi may request post and just HAD to request this. Poly Billy x Stu with a breeding kink? Preferably fem or gn reader. I've been itching to read some new Poly Ghostface fics

Ay! Great, great, request! I don’t write breeding kink often, but it is a really fun one to do, and I took this one a bit of a darker route, hope everyone loves this one, second entry into Multi-May, and it was a really fun one to do. I am still accepting requests for Multi-May btw, so anyone who wants to get theirs in, please do! Your fic might be the next one I write!

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Rating. Explicit. Length. 2.3K. Poly!Ghostface, Billy Loomis X Stu Macher X FEM!Reader. She/Her Pronouns. Warnings: DARK FIC. Dub-Con. Tampering With Birth Control. Breeding Kink. Creampie. Rough Sex. Threesome. Vaginal Sex. Vaginal Fingering. Sloppy Seconds. Messy Sex. Cum Play. Dirty Talk. Banter. Begging. Multiple Orgasms. Overstimulation. 

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Over And Over.

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You love them coming inside. 

The biological drive behind it all cannot be understated, thousands of years of hard-wired feelings to want, to crave, to need a thick cock cumming inside your wet and willing cunt. Sure, a facial or a shot in the mouth still has some appeal, but nothing compares to getting it right where nature tells you it should go.  

They have a deep desire that matches yours to receive perfectly, they want to give, they want to provide and fill you up over and over, with the idea that it will, hopefully, eventually take root and then the evidence will be undeniable by you becoming pregnant. At least that is what the dirty talk and idea behind the kink implies, actually getting you knocked up isn’t the ultimate goal, the real reason is simply a shared love of it and finding it hot as fuck, using it as a vehicle to wring as much pleasure as possible from the act.

At least that is what you thought. 

They have a different view of it, what you said was in part true, sure it felt good and made the sex better, but the pair had decided a long time ago that they wanted you forever, didn’t want you going anywhere. What better way to tie themselves to you permanently than to get you pregnant? They are positive, if it takes, that you’ll keep it and by extension, them. So they do some work on their end to ensure it, you don’t exactly hide your birth control, tampering with it is laughably easy, then the fun part, fucking you over and over while what is in your system runs its course until the inevitable happens, they aren’t in a rush. 

Naturally some further precautions are taken, and you go along with your hips being propped up to help the large amounts of cum pool against your cervix, with them fingering the mess back into your loosened hole. The times you can’t rest are when the plug comes out, a thick and wide thing to keep the cum in and prevent it from spilling into your underwear, it can’t keep it all locked in but holds the majority, when the toy comes out the rush of slickness that follows is immense. 

Again for you, the thought of questioning any of this never occurs because you are confident you are safe, you think it is just to elevate the kink and scenes, all the while you are blissfully ignorant to them fucking with your pills, unaware that with their intervention it is taking your normal 99% protection with perfect use down several notches every single day. 

Most people don’t know what days will change their lives forever, going through it normally, only upon reflection can they point and say, “There, that’s when it happened.” This is one of those days you will think back on and see the whole picture. 

Tonight is for the three of you, this week has been busy, trying to get your schedules to line up has been tricky, but it’s your collective Friday, a few days off, so this is extremely needed. 

You are pinned down on the couch by Stu is sitting over your head, his hands on your shoulders, your own hands circling his wrists, grip tight, nails biting into skin, as he watches with rapt interest.

Billy has his hands tucked right behind your knees, forcing them to your chest, folding you effectively in half while he fucks into you deeply, his hips slamming into the backs of your thighs, before pulling out nearly completely before diving in again. You cannot help the sounds that slip out, pathetic moans and gasps are torn from your mouth with every loud smack ringing out with your body and his meeting. 

You can tell that Billy is getting close, the sweat on his brow as his grip under your knees tightens, the rhythm he had set earlier getting uneven, the pace getting faster while curses stain his tongue. Stu notices, he is talking him through it, “Fuck, come on, do it man, pour it in her, nice and deep.”

“God yes, gonna-” He doesn’t get the full words out before his sentence breaks off with a groan, and he does just that, his hips flush with your body, buried completely inside as he unloads. You feel the pulses, accompanied by that delicious warmth spreading, your breathing as laboured as you lay there, waiting for Billy to collect himself enough to pull out and for Stu’s inevitable turn. Billy leans down, more of his weight pressed to you, a soft kiss to your lips that you return momentarily before he pulls back, his hands release you and your knees go slack, no longer held tight to your chest. You watch as he wipes his forehead with the back of his hand and Stu asks, “Good one?” 

He hums in the affirmative, and holds his hand out, a gesture as he points, “Pillow.” 

Stu lifts his hands from your shoulders, and you stop gripping his wrists, he turns and picks up the pillow and passes it over. You are adjusted, and you know what they want, your arm hooks under your own knees, the pillow is slid underneath so it keeps your hips in their current upward position, as opposed to Billy doing it, allowing him to move freely. He gets up and asks casually, “Water?” 

“Yeah, thanks.” Stu comes over to sit in the space where Billy had just left, you call, “Yes please.” 

Stu licks his fingers before his hand falls between your thighs, he says simply, “Keep holding those legs up.” 

You nod once and inhale sharply when his fingers get to work, slipping over your clit, your head falls back against the couch cushion. If one cums in you, the other usually gets you off before fucking you to add to the mess, the idea is that it increases the chances of getting pregnant, you don’t know how true that is, but you aren’t going to complain about enthusiasm for your enjoyment. 

You are already very warmed up, so Stu’s touch isn’t gentle nor rough, just firm, consistent pressure, exactly where you need it, tight circles drawn that draws a nearly dreamy moan from you. Billy comes back promptly, water bottle in hand, he holds it out and Stu takes it, he drinks deeply, his hand between your legs not stopping. 

Billy’s eyes are on your form, how you twitch and tense, sigh in pleasure, he poses a question, “How’s she doing?” 

Pulling the bottle away and handing it back, Stu responds, “Good, she’s kept all the mess inside, so far anyway.” 

You cut in as you breathlessly say, “You could always ask me yourself, I’m right here.” 

“I could, true.” He kneels on the floor next to you, his gaze locked on your face as he asks, “So how are you doing?” 

You open your mouth to respond and Stu, in that way only he can, presses down harder and speeds his fingers up, causing the words to die on your tongue, replaced with a choked moan instead. Billy smirks and raises his eyebrows, responding as if you actually spoke a coherent sentence, “Really? You don’t say.” 

Stu is snickering, and you try to bite out, but with how out of breath you sound, on top of it being cracked around the edges with your moans, it falls flat, “Fuh-fuck yo-you.” 

“Hurry up and cum so I can.” Stu teases, and you can feel it building already, you’d gotten halfway there when Billy was fucking you, getting back to the edge is not a challenge. “Gimmie ahh, minute-” You moan and Billy reminds, “Tall ask. You know how impatient Stu can be.” 

You are in fact well acquainted with how impatient Stu can be, you doubt you could ever forget it, even still, you don’t leave him waiting long. It is one of those orgasms that creeps up on you, the build starts slow and seemingly gets faster, like a train picking up speed, until the moment turn from, “I think I’m getting close.” to, “I’m on the edge!” and finally, thrown suddenly clear off and into, “I’m cumming-”

He works you through the bliss until it bleeds into painful overstimulation, leading to you batting at his hand, begging, “St-stop it.” 

“Alright, alright.” He lifts his hands away, and you exhale at the relief you feel. You are offered the water, you lift yourself only slightly and drink your fill, soon as you have swallowed the last mouthful Stu is getting ready to fuck you. There is no position change, the name of the game is keeping all the cum inside, and thus far you haven’t spilled a drop, if never stays that way. 

It isn’t like Stu always has to go second, but he seems to prefer it, the extra messy nature of sloppy seconds appeals to him, seems to make him fuck you harder. He has his hands pressed to the backs of your thighs, his thumbs spread your slick lips open and he presses the hot and flushed tip of his dick to your hole. 

“Been dreamin’ of this-” He presses his hips and begins to slide inside, a weak groan breaks off when his head is enveloped by you, “-haven’t cum all week, been saving it for you.” 

God, you know that isn’t a small feat, even during a busy week Stu always finds time to take care of himself, holding back so he can really fill you, it serves the exact purpose he wants, it makes a fresh wash of arousal soak your brain. He doesn’t stop his forward momentum until he is totally inside, once he is, a shared moan spills forth. 

He lingers for a moment, Billy still on his knees has his eyes on the point you are both locked together, he doesn’t look away when Stu starts to move. He fucks in and out at an easy pace, halfway out and then back in, grinding down on that perfect spot on every thrust in, making your cunt ripple in response. Billy can’t stay out of it, the same way Stu never can, he leans down and kisses you, a filthy moan into his mouth from how it immediately lights up your nervous system. Getting kissed while getting fucked is one of the best feelings possible, you cannot get enough of it. 

It is never stays easy, it turns rough quickly, and you take it gratefully, the kiss breaks, head falling back to the couch again as the pace is increased. You are thankful the walls of your place are thick because you are not quiet, moaning, crying out, panting and the sound of skin on skin, and soon, Billy talking. 

Speaking up, he says to Stu, “I think this’ll be the one man.” 

A deep groan in response, “You think?” 

“Oh yeah, no doubt, it has to be. She’s going to get pregnant this time for sure.” Fingers push some of your sweaty hair back off your forehead, and he prompts you, “You want it, right?”

With a shaky nod, your tongue flicks over your dry lips, uttering over the sound of sex, “Yeah, yeah, I do-”

“Say it then.” He urges, and you do, with a small shiver you indulge in your shared kink, playing into it, “I want it, I want it so much.” 

“Not to me, to him, beg him for it.” Billy directs, and you look up at Stu, you can see how much he is becoming effected too, keep in mind he hasn’t cum in over a week, he won’t be lasting much longer, “Fu-fuck, Stu, please, cum in me. I-I want it bad, M’ dyin’ without it.” 

It is more than working for both of you, feeling that familiar curling pleasure deep, the throbbing of your straining clit, the tenseness of your body over all as he slams in harder, “C’mon please, please, get me pregnant-”

It is as if those last three words moaned longingly yanks Stu to the edge, sudden and unexpected as he breathes out, “Shit-” His hips stutter to a harsh stop as he starts to cum and that is when you start to really overflow, with how rough he is, how wet you are and the both of their more than ample loads it is bound to happen. As soon as he is collected enough he pulls out and still panting he starts to finger the mess back into you, Billy reaches out to help, he can tell how close you were and how Stu came before you could again, his fingers rub your clit to help get you there. 

You always cum so quickly at this point, two thick fingers pushing the slippery cum back inside and pressing against that sweet spot every single time they enter you and the perfect friction and stimulation on the outside does you in rapidly. Body shuddering and sweat slick as you are gripped by the peak of your orgasm, it is drawn out until you are thoroughly spent and exhausted. Soon the hands lift one last time, leaving your swollen and stuffed cunt alone, and you are glad for the hard-earned break. Your arm released from behind your knees, you are so comfortable you could fall asleep right here, and you just might. You can hear the boys talking about what a good time that was and about you getting knocked up and you, all happy and sleepy are, of course, agreeing with a light laugh, “Yeah, I sure hope it happens this time.” 

Again, it’s fun! This is all in the name of insane orgasms and engaging in kink, you play along happily. 

Until the test comes back positive a few weeks later, and you are able to trace it back to this night. 

[i-hold-horrors-hand]

Multi-May: Unexpected, But Not Unwelcomed

Finally finished this one for @bisexual-horror-fan 's Multi-May. Had this idea, and just couldn't leave it out!

Bo takes his little missus (my OC) out for the night, and ends up having some unexpected fun >;)

(also readable on AO3)

Bo smirked to himself as he watched the steamy sight before him.

His beloved, willingly "captive" wifey was nibbling and squeezing the lovely pert ass cheeks of the crazy hot thing they'd met in the bar just a few hours ago.

Not really how he'd expected this night to go, after finally letting Bonnie talk him to taking her out of Ambrose for the night.

What he had expected was just grabbing something to eat, showing her a few nighttime sights she hadn't seen before, hitting the bar for a bit, then going back home to their secluded little community. Short, sweet, supervised, and giving her no opportunity to run (not that she would, as she'd grown to see him and his family and Ambrose as her true home).

He hadn't expected a wild-looking (and sexy) blonde chick to make bedroom eyes at his girl from across the dim, crowded room. And he definitely hadn't expected her to strike up a conversation with them both. Nor did he expect her to shamelessly hit on Bonnie right in front of him, causing her to blush and trip over her words. And he hadn't expected that this would lead to them all leaving the bar together, watching his girl make out hot-and-heavy with this chick, and then taking it to the bed of his truck, for what little room and privacy it offered.

No, he hadn't expected any of this at all (except for Bonnie's flustered mutual attraction. That was no surprise to him at all), but how could he complain?

Especially once Bonnie peeled the chick's thong down her thighs and began eating her out, like a woman starved.

He rubbed at himself through his jeans, and let out a breath. Fuck, he'd almost forgotten how sexy she looked getting it on with another woman. But seeing them making out just minutes ago, and seeing them now, in the bed of his truck, had quickly kickstarted his memory; reminded him why he did this every once in a blue moon. For Bonnie, sure, but also for himself. Though usually by way of capturing a new toy, not by picking one up mutually in a bar.

The woman—Baby, was it? Baby Firebug or something? He couldn't remember her name and didn't hardly care to in this moment—turned to look at him over her shoulder, wild, blonde, deep waves curtaining her face yet not hiding the gratified expression on it.

"Your girl's pretty good at this," she breathed, flashing him a wicked smile.

Bonnie pulled her face back for a moment to utter a quick "Thanks!", then went right back to licking and sucking at Baby's dripping cunt, earning her a groan.

Bo laughed. "Taught her everything she knows."

He admired the view for another minute or so, them climbed into the truck bed to join them. He tugged Bonnie's shorts and panties down, then undid his belt and fly, pulled his jeans down and rubbed the tip of his hard cock against Bonnie's damp and swollen lips. He enjoyed teasing her for a bit, relishing in her eager whines, then slid himself inside her, burying himself to the hilt. After a few thrusts, he set a rough pace, one that had his hips smacking against Bonnie's beautiful ass while she moaned into Baby's cunt before pulling away for some air; she moaned even louder when he grabbed her pretty brown-blonde hair and pushed her back to do her job, earning a loud moan and gasp from Baby this time.

Watching was fun, but participating was even better. Nothing made him throb like fucking his sexy little thing of a wife while she fucked another chick.

He really needed to do this more often, and do it this way. Picking up hot chicks in bars with his wife was easier and better than the usual way, and yielded much more satisfying results.

And by the way she was now sliding her eager fingers into Baby, he knew that Bonne would agree.

[lethekazhorai]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: アサルトリリィ BOUQUET | Assault Lily Bouquet (Anime) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Kondo Misaka/Murakami Tokiwa/Kurokawa Nady Hanna/Hasebe Touka, Kondo Misaka/Yamaguchi Chihiro Characters: Kondo Misaka, Murakami Tokiwa, Kurokawa Nady Hanna, Hasebe Touka, Futagawa Fumi, Amatsu Marei Additional Tags: Fluff, Cuddling, Lost Love, Polyamory, Trans Side Character, Multi-May, Multi-May 2025 Summary:

Not long after the beginning of the school year, Futagawa Fumi and her sister visit Legion Sanngriðr's meeting room for an interview with Kondo Misaka, the Uncontrollable Lily. They find the Lilies there sharing an affectionate moment. And yet, even when she's surrounded by those who she loves, Misaka can't help but think of the past

[bisexual-horror-fan]

Curious to see what you come up with!

my husband and I had our first threesome today and the guy died

[swiftrosegarden]

Welcome back home, TS1-6!

[ligercat]

I don't have any fics ready to post yet for multi-may but I sure as hell can drop a gif spam of my OT3 for the first day of it @bisexual-horror-fan

bonus:

[lazkoal]

Happy Multi-May 2025!

In honor of Mutli-May, I am releasing 5 new Fics, all from different fandoms, all available to read right now on AO3! Some of these are more serious and angsty, others are more so wholesome fluff, and one of them is just *pure* crack.

"Everything, All Together" - Ace Attorney - Franziska von Karma/Maya Fey/Adrian Andrews - F/F/F - Rated T - ~3000 words ~ Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/65178094

"Stalemate" - Danganronpa - Kyoko Kirigiri/Aoi Asahina/Sakura Ogami - F/F/F - Rated M - ~2500 words - Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/65178271

"Two Daisies and a Delinquent" - Pokemon Anime (AU) - Daisy Oak/Daisy (Misty's sister)/Jessie - F/F/F - Rated T - ~5500 words - Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/65178601

"Lordly Love" - Fire Emblem: Blazing Blade - Eliwood/Hector/Lyn - M/M/F - Rated G - ~2000 words - Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/65178391

"Proceedings of the 44th Annual Conference For Peace and Cooperation Between the Mushroom Kingdom and Neighboring Realms" - Mario series/Paper Mario/WarioWare - Peach/Pauline/Princess Eclair/5-Volt - F/F/F/F - this one's total crack; i wrote it at like 3AM - Rated T - ~1700 words - Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/65178718

You will have to have an AO3 account to view these, unfortunately, as the recent scraping incident has caused me to lock my fics for the time being. If anyone without an AO3 accounts wants to read these, let me know and I can unlock them for a little bit.

I hope to write more Multi fics throughout the month, all of which will be added to my "Multi-May 2025" series.

Thanks again to @bisexual-horror-fan for hosting this event!

[voidsoull]

》 ━ INDEPENDENT BUCKY BARNES OF THE MARVEL UNIVERSE. shielded by andy till the end of the line. 21+ only. file found here. mutuals only. memes tag.

from sprinkler splashes to fireplace ashes i gave my blood sweat and tears for this. // you've got no reason to be afraid. you're on your own kid, yeah you can face this.

[you-are-not-alone-2019]

Es steht noch offen bzw. ist noch nicht diagnostiziert, aber es kann sein das ich mehrere Persönlichkeiten in mir habe, die sich langsam nach außen zeigen. Ist ja nicht so, das ich mit mir selber schon extrem überfordert bin. Dann noch mehrere, holy Shit, es macht mir Angst, aber würde viele Verhaltensweisen erklären.

[bisexual-horror-fan]

For multi-may can I get a foursome with poly!ghostface x Ethan Landry x fem!reader with a LOT of gayness pretty plz

Well, this was very fun to do! I hope you like it and that it is gay enough, I really liked this, been working on it for a while, and stoked to finally share it! I had the idea for some free use in this scenario and God it hit hard for me! Another Multi-May fic locked in, let's go!

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Rating. Explicit. Length. 3.9K. Poly!Ghostface, Billy Loomis X Stu Macher X Ethan Landry X Fem! Reader. She/Her Pronouns. Warnings: Casual Sex. Friends With Benefits. Cunnilingus. Vaginal Fingering. Vaginal Sex. Riding. Face Sitting. Cum Eating. Snow Balling. Anal Fingering. Anal Sex. Banter. Dirty Talk. Teasing. Free-Use. Threesomes. Foursome. Masturbation. Sex Toys. Hair Pulling. Submissive Ethan. A-Framing. Blow Job. Throat Fucking. Voyurism.

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"Used."

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Relationships can be so unnecessarily complicated, that was your feelings anyway, and lucky you found some people who are of the same school of thought. You were a busy person, you were a full-time student, with a part-time job, and sometimes, you just want to have fun and get off, that is all, having a whole complex romantic relationship? Yeesh, yeah, that is not for you at this stage of your life.

 You think it would be supremely unfair, honestly, getting involved with someone and being unable to meet all their needs, you could not be a committed girlfriend, so you made the resolute decision that you would not be. Can’t hurt anyone by being a shit partner if you never become one in the first place. So when you were on the lookout, you tried to find people you could be blunt with, outright saying, “Listen, I want to fuck on the regular, wherever I can fit it into my schedule, without a lot of the feelings attached, a friend with benefits. A person I can call at like eleven PM after a shift, come over, fuck, and have a good time with, that is it.”

A few people were not into that, but a select number you said that to responded to the effect of, “Oh my God yes fucking please, that sounds incredible.” 

Having a pool of partners in this arrangement? It is just smart, it’s like diversifying your portfolio in regard to your finances, not putting all your eggs in one basket is just good sense. What if you only have one fuck buddy, and you are desperately in need to relieve some stress, but your sole sex friend is busy? That would be truly tragic, masturbation doesn’t always work as an adequate substitute. The more options you have, the greater chance of having your schedules lining up and using all this to your complete advantage. 

Let’s have a look at those few people that fit so well with you. 

Stu was the first, you and he shared a class, you were lamenting your current sexless situation, how badly you just wanted to have a friend to fuck on the regular, and he said, “You know, I could be that friend.” 

You thought he was joking at first, because, well, it’s Stu, the guy is joking around constantly, but the idea is one you think you can get behind. He was a very attractive man, he manages to get you to agree in giving him a chance, so you said, “Fuck it, what do I have to lose?” 

Later that afternoon, Stu is looking up at you with those clever blue eyes, lifting his head from between your thighs, lips and chin wet, when you were trying to catch your breath, still shuddering from the orgasm he drew out from his tongue, you conceded, he was serious, and you were in. 

It was great with Stu, you were able to have study sessions that ended with mutual masturbation, or call him up to bang it out and get a slice after, it was light and easy, most importantly though, it was extremely satisfying. You knew damn well that you weren’t the only person who Stu was seeing, he had spilled the beans about his roommate Billy early on, and when gestured between yourself and him as you asked, “And he’s fine with this?” 

Stu laughed, throwing a question of his own your way, “Why wouldn’t he be? S’ not like he’s beggin’ for deeper commitment, and neither am I.” 

Fair enough, it makes sense, if he is down for casual sex with you, that anyone else he is seeing feels the same. 

One day in class, weeks and weeks into seeing each other in this fashion, you and Stu make plans to watch some trashy movie and fuck after your shift from work is done. You go there right after work, and when you do arrive instead of Stu, you find Billy. He tells you something came up unexpectedly and Stu had to take off, he was tasked with passing along your fuck buddies message and his apologies, along with a promise to, “Totally make it up to you next time.” 

Just your luck, you thank him for telling you and are about to leave, go back to your place to eat the take-out you’d already picked up and jerk off until you pass out, when he cuts in. “I feel bad you came all this way, I have nothing going on, so we could hang out, if you want.” 

You did have more food than just you could eat, and you were already here, so you decide why not. 

Billy is good company, you watch some late night TV, you eat, and talk for a couple of hours. You joke that he really salvaged your night and made the trip worth it, the only thing that was missing was you getting off, and then he offered to help with that too. “You mean it?” 

He shrugs and says, “Stu left you hanging, and I already did everything else you two were planning on tonight, what’s an orgasm or two between new friends?” 

He was attractive, unattached, clearly able to handle casual sex based off his set-up with Stu, looking at him splayed on the couch so comfortable, brown eyes and hair, strong looking hands, and well, why not? So you go with it, and you don’t regret it either, he puts those hands to good use, two fingers curled inside just right with his mouth on your neck, and you find bliss in short order. You return the favour and get yours again too, even if the rug burns earned on your knees are kind of uncomfortable, you don’t regret it. You leave on unsteady feet, a smile on your face, and honestly pretty satisfied. It has you thinking that you could use more new friends like Billy.

Stu comes to class again with the same kind of lewd grin you see on his face when you are mid-hookup, he high-fives you and says, “You dirty dog! No one is safe around you, are they?” 

You laugh and defend yourself, hands up, “You bailed on me! What was I supposed to do? Not fuck your roommate when HE offered?”

“Oh right, how stupid of me, you? Going one single night without a cock in your holes? Impossible.” He bites back as he takes the seat beside you, still snickering. 

Of course, he was fine with it, he just liked giving you a hard time, you did the same thing, it was part of your dynamic. The experience brings you closer together and that is not the last time you end up fucking Billy, he becomes a regular fixture and at times, the three of you are around at the same time, and those nights are really special. Getting A-framed? Is there anything better on a Saturday night? You don’t think so. 

The updated dynamic bleeds in even when you are one on one, whoever is paired up has a tendency to dirty talk about the whoever is currently missing. Example, Stu having a hand on your head while you have him caught between your teeth, being a total asshole, talking up how much better Billy is at sucking dick, leading you to try and prove him wrong. You know what he was doing, but you let him and play along with it because it is hot. There are countless examples, from carefully expressed critique to ramp up the moment making for some friendly competition, to recalling hot memories to fuel everything, or praise for praise’s sake. 

You are a few months deep in this unofficial triad of fuck buddies, when winter break comes and goes, the shift happens when you come back, everyone is taking new classes, which introduces you to new people and that is when you set your sights on Ethan Landry. Who cares about the class you share when there is such eye candy around. 

It isn’t like you aren’t attracted to Stu and Billy, you are, deeply, but fuck, there is just something about him that you are drawn to. You want to reach out and dig your fingers in those dark brown curls and sit on his face, ride it for all he’s worth, you think those soft looking pink lips were made to cradle clit, and you cannot stop thinking about it. 

You decide the direct approach is best, you extend the offer to study together, which he gladly takes, and mid-way through you start to feel him out, asking, “Are you seeing anybody?” 

He seemed surprised by the question, but he answered honestly, “No, I uh, I’m not.” 

Good, no partner to contend with that might hinder what you are shooting for. You nod, and respond, “Shame, or not, depends on if you want to be, I suppose.” The expectant look has him clarifying, “Oh no, I’d like to.” 

“So why don’t you?” Leaning forward on your elbows, closing some of the space, between you both, he lets out a somewhat nervous laugh, “No one has showed any real interest.” 

You could not imagine a better in, so you say, “I’m interested.” 

At first, he didn’t know what to do with that, the guy clearly wasn’t used to anyone wanting him. You spelt out what you wanted in that unashamed way you had before, telling him you had a few other people you were seeing casually but if he was into it, you’d like to see him in the same, decidedly easy and sexual context. After taking a moment to digest, he asked, “Can I think on it?” 

“Of course.” You respond with a smile and a casual shrug and turn back to your book. The conversation stalls for a while, but you don’t feel awkward, you start it up again by talking about the assignment at hand, and slowly it returns to normal, you can still see the gears turning in his head though. When you are done and packing up, ready to go, he speaks up and says, “I want to try it.” 

A wide grin breaks out, and you flip open your notebook, you scribble down your number and pass it over, “Sure, give me a call-”

“Actually, are you busy right now?” He had cut you off and is fidgeting kind of nervously, still sitting in his chair, seemingly refusing to stand, you wonder if it is because he is hard, and you laugh, “For you? No, I’m not. Come on.” 

That first night was fun, Ethan is very fun, enthusiastic, excitable, and eager to please. He has a lot of questions about your set-up and the other people you are involved with, and you tell him anything he wants to hear, you fill him in on Billy and Stu, further, how they are both with each other too, he seems curious on that. 

Ethan branching off to Stu and Billy happens kind of clumsily, but it does happen, you know he is interested, but you have to almost drag it out of him, once it starts happening though you can’t stop it, not like you would ever want to. Then every configuration possible is on the table and you revel in it. You love being able to talk about Ethan with Stu, jokes and lewd stories told over lunches, or Billy and yourself post sex reminiscing about how he sounds. Life is very fucking good like this, a carousel going round and round, all passing each other back and forth. 

Much later, it is getting near mid-term season and everyone in your fuck buddy circle, yourself included, is unbelievably stressed out, so you decide to put a thought in the group chat, “How does everyone feel about free use rules during exam seasons?” 

Stu chimes in first, he reacts to your message with several lewd emojis and an enthusiastic, “oh my god YES!”

Billy follows up, leading you to think the pair of them together, he is also agreeing with a simple, “amazing idea” 

And last is Ethan, a half hour later, when you know he gets out of his class, all you get is a series of “!!!!!! PLEASE !!!!!!!” 

The parameters are laid out in the chat, while everyone is being crushed under the pressure of exam time, stress busting must be taken seriously, so what better way to do that than take it out on each other? You all have an open door policy when you hold “office hours”, the schedule mutually shared, when you are in need you can check it to see who is available. For whomever’s office hours it is, the idea is when someone shows up to your place in need of blowing off steam, it is on you to provide, and to take a probably much needed break yourself and fuck it out. 

It is a perfect storm of need honestly, Ethan is the one with his “office” open, you are coming back from a late class with a renewed bout of stress making your chest ache and a text from your boss telling you that you didn’t need to come in that night for work. You knew you should study tonight, and you intended to, right after you stopped off at Ethan’s and rode an orgasm or two out on his face while maybe jerking him off, but when you arrived at his place, you were not the only one who had this idea. 

You find the door unlocked, and come right in, bag dropped by the door, and you start to take off your coat when you hear it, a needy and pitched moan, undeniably Ethan. You hang your coat up and that is when you notice the pairs of familiar shoes, you grin, oh my God, yes, now this is what you need. 

Suppressing the urge to run, you make yourself walk towards Ethan’s room slowly, listening to the volume increase for the moans, the heavy breathing and skin on skin, building anticipation. Once you come to the door, your hand lands on the knob, you turn and push it open to find a simply gorgeous view, namely, Ethan Landry on his bed, making out with Billy while he jerks him off, all the while Stu is fingering him open. He looks so good when he is wrecked like this, cream skin on display and flushed in places, unable to help himself as he writhes, caught between Billy and Stu wrecking him. 

“Room for one more?” You ask, Stu pulls back and with a warm greeting, “Hey! We were wondering what you were up to tonight.” 

“Just got out of class and my shift got cancelled, I need to unwind.” You confess, and Billy has stopped kissing Ethan to say, “I think we can all help with that.” 

You strip down quickly and the bed is pretty full, the view is so good, you think that you simply want to watch to start, so you make a move to the nightstand and open the drawer. Keeping a toy or two here at Ethan’s is one of the smartest things you think you’ve ever done, your hand closes on the small wand, slamming the drawer and make a move for the “laundry” chair in the corner, uncaring you knock all the clean clothes onto the floor and sit yourself down comfortably. You bring your feet up and spread your legs, the wand is clicked on, it thrums to life, and you press it to your clit, a pleasured sigh slips out, and you settle in for what is essentially the live porn show unfolding before you. 

Ethan looks like he is having a great time, backing himself up onto Stu’s fingers, moaning around Billy’s tongue in his mouth and trying to keep a half decent rhythm as he gives a hand job, Ethan’s own dick is abandoned, painfully hard and leaking. You begin to draw the wand up and down on yourself, feeling the waves of pleasure sink into your bones, reclined and relaxed. You watch as Stu finishes prepping Ethan, lubes up, props him on hands and knees, spreads him open and slides home. Ethan’s whole body tenses up, head thrown back with a pornographic moan, the pace starts easy, but it doesn’t remain that way, before you know it Stu is really slamming into him, hands on his hips, and you are cranking up the wand in response. 

Ethan is moaning and body relatively slack and useless from Stu’s assault, that doesn’t stop Billy from forcing himself into his mouth and fucking it, hands buried in those dark brown curls. The two men penetrating the third have a rhythm that is completely in sync, when one pulls out the other is pushing in, it makes Ethan moan helplessly and shudder, you wonder if he is going to cum hands free, you kind of want to see him paint the sheets under him with his dick totally untouched. 

The whole scenario, the sounds and sights, are so rich and wonderful, it makes you mourn your relationship with old-fashioned porn, you know it will never ever be able to measure up the same way. 

You actually end up cumming first, there is something about the way Stu has his fingers digging into Ethan’s hips, panting out, “-so fuckin’ tight-”, slick with sweat and flush down to his chest that does you in. You don’t cum quietly, it feels fucking phenomenal and so needed, you shiver, toes curling against the seat cushion as you sob out a moan. It has Stu letting out a laugh, a harsh hit on Ethan’s outer thigh, “Hear that? You’re putting on a good show.” 

Billy pulls out of Ethan’s slack and drooling mouth, he tugs on his hair and asks, “You like being watched?” 

A dumb nod, eyes vacant, his hands fisted in the sheets and chin wet with drool and pre-cum as he agrees, “Mhmm, lo-love it.” 

You are taking a small break as to not overstimulate yourself, holding the now off wand as you continue to watch. Billy keeps him talking, questions posed that has Ethan responding, “M’ having sooo much fun-” and agreeing that yes, he is a cockslut who loves getting fucked, does Stu in.

A curse as his hips stutter, and then he cums inside, holding deep as he unloads, making a loud moan tear from Ethan as he takes it. Stu doesn’t rush to pull out, and you get an idea, you beckon over Billy who leaves Ethan there with a firm, “Stay.” 

He flops down onto the bed with a shaky nod, and once Billy is over you gesture for him to come down and tell him your plan, he agrees with a wide smile easily, he says in a flirty and affectionate tone, “Freak.”

“Says you, I saw how rough you were fucking his throat and yanking on his hair.” You tease him in kind. Billy rolls his eyes fondly and says, “Okay, go on then.”

You get up, the wand in hand and get onto the bed, between Ethan’s legs, “Hey bud, how you doing?” 

A glance down, he looks more coherent, as he says quietly, “M’ good.” 

“Yeah, you look good.” Your fingers come forward and trace his achingly hard shaft, he shifts, his hips arching up with a weak moan, you laugh and say, “I know, those mean boys didn’t even touch you here yet, did they?” 

He shakes his head, and you tut, “Well, I can help with that.” 

You love to do this. Play good cop, but really you are so much worse. You swing one leg over and straddle him, with a hand around the base of his shaft you line him up, then you sink down taking him all the way in your slick cunt. Ethan has his hands on your thighs and moans even louder as you take every inch he has to give. 

Your hand comes down between your legs, holding the wand you start it up again, let it vibrate, and begin to rub your clit while you let Ethan sit inside, and the real teasing begins. You don’t fuck yourself, you don’t move, you simply sit with him deep as possible, and use the toy on the outside to get yourself off. The poor guy is so worked up and has been teased so well that he is having a real problem, every flex and twitch of your inner walls surrounding his shaft on all sides is torture, he is whining and begging in very short order. 

“Puh-please, you ah, you said you’d be nice-” He gasps out, and you release a half laugh and a half moan, “Nooo, I just talked about how they were mean, I never said I’d be nice.” 

A technicality, but it is true.

A few small bounces here and there, taking him out halfway before slamming back down, but with long breaks in between, the wand running the whole time, you get yourself close and then start to ride him for real, full rocks of your hips, up and down. You make sure Ethan knows how close you are getting, that you are, “Almost there, fuck, you close too?”

“No oh, no God, please, jus’ a bit longer-” He begs and too bad for him, you reach your peak and cum while gasping less than a minute later before you promptly stop. 

Ethan looks like he might cry from how brutally you just edged him, and the timing has really worked out, Billy had already communicated to Stu the plan and helped him out. While you’ve been playing with and riding Ethan, Stu has been on his knees blowing Billy, so now when he comes over he has a present for the man below you. 

Fingers twist in that soft bouncy hair, he yanks his head back, and you command, “Open your mouth.” 

Ethan does so without complaint because you start to ride him again, slow purposeful rolls of your hips, he moans, pretty pink lips parted, and that is when Stu leans down. The full load of cum is spit into the open waiting mouth, and it does just what you hope, it launches poor Ethan to the edge. Ethan’s nails bite into the flesh of your hips as he fucks up to meet you in the middle, and he cums into your waiting, drenched and grasping hole, spill all he has, tasting Billy’s cum thick on his tongue as Stu kisses the mess into his mouth, passing it on. 

When Stu stops kissing him, and you put your next move into action, a hand between your legs as you make your way up, you still are doing what you initially wanted earlier before all this, you release your hand and while Ethan is still panting and not over his orgasm, you sit on his face. You’ve placed yourself just so, right over his mouth, his hands on your hips as he gets right to it as make him eat his own cum out of your cunt, you are content to ride his face as you breathlessly ask, “You guys eaten yet?” 

They haven’t, Billy and Stu start to talk take out while you work yourself on Ethan’s face, intent on getting off one last time tonight.

[i-hold-horrors-hand]

Multi-May: Just As Planned

This one is pulling double duty as a Riter's Ghuild prompt and a submission for @bisexual-horror-fan 's Multi-May.

Featuring the lovely ghoulette Aurora, one of my OCs (see gif below), and our beloved bendy Phantom ghoul at the end.

(also readable on AO3)

Naomi Emeritus, the youngest anti-Papal nobildonna, barely heard the door to her room open and close. She didn't hear at all the pair of feet shuffling across the carpeted floor to her bed. And yet, somehow, she wasn't remotely surprised when she found herself pinned down by a rather irate ghoulette.

"What the the hell was that?" Aurora's voice hissed through the darkness.

Naomi smiled innocently, knowing full well Aurora could see it, despite the darkened state of her room. Ghoul night vision, and all.

"I have no idea what you mean."

Aurora huffed, then reached over to snap on the lamp on the nightstand. "I think you do know what I mean." Her beautiful gold eyes flashed with anger, and her pretty lips were pulled back into a sneer.

It didn't diminish her beauty whatsoever, and in fact added an air of dangerous sexiness to her. Naomi couldn't help but bite her bottom lip a bit at the sight.

"That little stunt you pulled at the album launch dinner tonight," Aurora continued, sounding less and less impressed with each word, "What the heaven was that?!"

"I was just reaching for the saffron," Naomi replied, innocently. "Can't a girl want a little extra kick to her risotto?"

"That little extra 'kick' was you wiggling your ass in my face."

"And what's the problem with that?"

Aurora growled and slapped her palm to her forehead, letting it slide down her face as she took a deep breath. "What's the problem? The problem is that you teased me!"

Naomi opened her mouth to give another snarky reply, but wasn't given the opportunity to do so.

"You showed off your lovely toned ass, right in my face!" Aurora spat, pointed teeth glinting in the lamplight. "You knew what you were doing when you wore that tight little black dress tonight. You knew what you were doing when you reached for that saffron. And you knew what you were doing when you wiggled that perky ass right in my field of vision. You knew what that would do to me!"

Another snarky reply was quickly swallowed when Naomi saw the beginnings of tears forming in the corners of Aurora's eyes.

Oh shit. She had planned this, of course. Aurora was right about that. But she didn't expect to get this kind of reaction. She was aiming for something much more pleasant. She honestly expected Aurora to pick up on it, not to cry about it.

They were both silent for a moment, then Aurora sat up, folded her arms across her chest, and shook her head slightly. "You shouldn't play with my feelings like that, Mimi."

"I'm not playing."

"Sure." Aurora rolled her eyes. "You did that to get a reaction out of me."

"Well, that's true, but–"

"And you did that despite Phantom watching. Despite being with him. Despite–"

Aurora cut herself off, wiped the tears threatening to spill from her eyes, and looked away, almost ashamed (which was a very rare emotion for a hell-spawned ghoul). "I don't know why I'm jealous," she said, softly. "You're not even mine." She quickly stood up from the bed, and turned to the door. "I shouldn't even be here, this is–"

It was Naomi's turn to interrupt. She grabbed Aurora by the wrist, firmly but gently, and tugged her back. "Rory," Naomi said, softly and seriously, "I could be."

Aurora blinked. "What?"

"I could be yours. You could be mine." Naomi smiled, adjusting her grip on the ghoulette's hellish grey hand, stroking her thumb over the elegant knuckles. "There's room for one more."

"Are you serious?"

"Yeah! You didn't actually think Phantom and I were monogamous, did you?"

Aurora stared at her for a second, then laughed. "I guess not." She awkwardly rubbed the back of her neck. "I wasn't doing much thinking at all, to be honest."

"Just lots of feeling."

"Right. I'm due for another heat cycle soon, so I guess my emotions–"

"Oh really?" Naomi interrupted, sitting upright and eyeing her new girlfriend lasciviously. "Lucky me. Get in here." She tugged on the ghoulette's low-slung pajama bottoms and flung back her duvet. She smirked as she noticed Aurora's eyes widen at the sight before her—she'd made sure to wear a very short nightie that showed off her long, toned legs—and wiggled her eyebrows at her.

Aurora chuckled. "You know, if you'd wanted me this whole time, you could have just fucking said something."

Naomi winked. "Where's the fun in that?"

"Little minx," Aurora growled, before jumping back up onto the bed and pinning Naomi under her once again.

"Guilty as charged!" were the only words Naomi could get out before Aurora's soft lips crashed into hers, silencing her for a minute.

They'd barely stripped down and got started before the door opened again, this time to reveal Phantom, in his own pajamas, and initially oblivious to what he was walking into.

"Hey, baby, I–" he paused, purple eyes wide, taking in the sight before him—his bestie and pack member fingering his girlfriend, while sucking on her tits.

Aurora pulled her mouth away from Naomi's nipple, and looked over her shoulder at him. "Get in here," she said, "I feel my heat cycle coming on, and just one of you ain't gonna cut it."

Naomi lifted her hand to give a thumbs-up, and giggled as Phantom immediately shucked his pants down to reveal his increasingly engorged cock and quickly scurried over to the bed to join them.

Just as she had planned.

[novthirty]

🐦‍⬛ OUT OF BOUNDS — you get isekai-d into the n109 zone [series masterlist]

synopsis — the monotony of your university days is interrupted by a stroke of misfortune, one which lands you in the world of love and deepspace, the game you had been casually playing for the previous months. with no way to return home, sylus offers you the job of being his personal secretary. — a continuation of the one-shot “out of bounds”

pairing — sylus x non-mc! reader

tags — reader is not mc, isekai/transmigration, fluff, angst, mutual pining, slice of life, boss/employee relationship, slow burn

word count — 37.3k [ongoing]

a/n — turning this story into a multi-chap for sylus’s 2025 bday! to those who asked to be tagged under the one-shot, i’ve already included you in the taglist here ❤️ just lmk if you’d like to be added/removed!

ao3 | masterlist | playlist

CHAPTER ONE — DESCENT

after finding yourself in an unfortunate accident, you wake up in the world of love and deepspace. you go from burned out college student to secretary at your wit's end. wc: 4k

CHAPTER TWO — PENDULUM

spring blooms even in the barren cityscape of the n109 zone, and before you know it, you’ve carved yourself a place in sylus’s life. but like a pendulum stuck in perpetual motion, the two of you swing back and forth— growing closer and retreating with every movement. wc: 6.8k

CHAPTER THREE — COUNTDOWN

the night softens people in ways that can only be done in the haze of darkness, revealing a vulnerability too fragile for the harsh rays of the sun. you know this could be more, you know this could be everything. but the clock ticks down to what you know is inevitable. wc: 7.9k

CHAPTER FOUR — INEVITABLE

it’s hard to shine when you’re standing between the sun and the moon. wc: 18.6k

CHAPTER FIVE — TWILIGHT

coming soon!

CHAPTER SIX

coming soon!

EPILOGUE

coming soon!

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— main taglist is closed! for everyone else who asked to be tagged, i’ll try my best to @ everyone in a reblog 💕

note: if you requested to be tagged before it closed but your @ isn’t here, i’ve unfortunately removed it as your mention settings may be limited to certain people 💔

[nyc-looks]

Tiffany, 18

“I’m wearing a multi-colored patterned midi skirt with a bandeau top and a pair of Guess vintage boots. I’m slightly inspired by the 70s with an added twist of modern flair.”

May 7, 2025 ∙ Chelsea

[creepyscritches]

I read your post about open enrollment for the ACA and was hoping you might expand on why you believe it would take years to dismantle. I've been terrified that with a Republican house/senate, Trump could just snap his fingers and make it go away within months of taking office. I'd love some reassurance that that's not possible.

Hiya, sure I can share some thoughts on the matter! First, it's very important to understand the ACA is a huuuuuuuuuuuuge system with subject matter experts in dozens of places throughout the process. I'm one of those SMEs, but I am at the end of the process where the revenue is generated, so my insight is limited on the public facing pieces.

What this means is that I am professionally embedded in the ACA in a position that exists purely to show what conditions people are treated for and then generate that data into what's called a "risk score". There's about 6 pages I could write on it, but the takeaway is that the ACA is

1) intricately interwoven with the federal government

2) increasingly profitable, sustainable, and growing (it is STILL a for-profit system if you can believe it)

3) wholeheartedly invested in by the largest insurance companies in the country LARGELY due to the fact that they finally learned the rules of how to make the ACA a thriving center of business

4) since the big issuers are arm+leg invested in the ACA, there is a lot of resistance politically and on an industry level to leave it behind (think of the lobbyists, politicians, corporations that will fight tooth and nail to protect their profit + investment)

The process to calculate a risk score takes roughly 2 years. There is an audit for the concurrent year and then a vigorous retro audit for the prev year - - this is a rolling cycle every year. Medicare has a similar process. These are RVP + RADV audits if you would like the jargon.

Eliminating the ACA abruptly is as internally laughable as us finishing the RADV audit ahead of schedule. If Trump were to blow the ACA into smithereens on day 1, he would be drowning in issuer complaints and an economic health sector that is essentially bleeding out. You cut off the RVP early? We have half of next RADV stuck in the gears now. You cut off the RADV early? No issuer will get their "risk adjusted" payments for services rendered in the prev benefit year (to an extent, again very complex multi-process system).

The ACA is GREAT for the public and should be defended on that basis alone. However, the inner capitalistic nature of the ACA is a powerful armor that has conservatives + liberals defending it on a basis of capital + market growth. It's not sexy, but it makes too much money consistently for the system to be easily dismantled.

Or at least that's what I can tell you from the money center of the ACA. they don't bring us up in political conversation because we are confusing to seasoned professionals, boring to industry outsiders, and consistently we are anathema to the anti-ACA talking points.

I am already preparing for next year's RVP for this window of open enrollment. That RVP process will feed into the RADV in 2026. In 2025, we begin the RADV for 2024. If nothing else, the slow fucking gears of CMS will keep the ACA alive until we finish our work at the end of the process. I highly doubt that will be the only reason the ACA is safeguarded, but it is a powerful type of support to pair with people protecting the ACA for other reasons.

I work every day to show, defend, and educate on how many diagnoses are managed thru my company's ACA plans. My specialty is cancer and I see a lot of it. The revenue drive comes from the Medical Loss Ratio (MLR) rule stating only 20% MAX of profit may go to the issuer + the 80% at a minimum must go back to the customer or be invested in expanding benefits. The more people on the plan using it, the higher that 20% becomes for the issuer and the more impactful that 80% becomes for the next year of benefit growth. It is remarkably profitable once issuers stop seeking out "healthy populations". The ACA is a functional method for issuers to tap into a stable customer base (sick/chronic ill customers) that turns a profit, grows, and builds strong consumer bases in each state.

The industry can never walk away from this overnight - - this is the preferred investment for many big players. Changing the direction of those businesses will be a monumental effort that takes years (at least 2 with the audits). In the meantime, you still have benefits, you still have care, and you still have reason to sign up. Let us deal with the bureaucracy bullshit, go get your care and know you have benefits thru 2025 and we will be working to keep it that way for 2026 and forward. This is a wing of the federal government, it is not a jenga tower like Trump wishes.

[actordougjones]

Greg Cannom 1951~2025 While the movie makeup industry lost a multi-Oscar winning legend, so many of us also lost a champion and friend. Greg was always so very good to me, may he rest in God’s peace.

RIP #GregCannom

[mostlysignssomeportents]

Apple faces criminal sanctions for defying App Store antitrust order

I'm on a 20+ city book tour for my new novel PICKS AND SHOVELS. Catch me at NEW ZEALAND'S UNITY BOOKS in AUCKLAND TODAY (May 2), and in WELLINGTON TOMORROW (May 3). More tour dates (Pittsburgh, PDX, London, Manchester) here.

Epic, makers of the wildly popular Fortnite video-game, have waged a one-company war against the "app tax" – the 15-30% rake that the mobile duopoly of Apple/Google take out of every penny we spend inside of apps.

Epic's own digital practices are hardly spotless: just this year, the company was caught cheating players – many of them children – with deceptive practices and had to refund over $72m:

https://www.ftc.gov/enforcement/refunds/fortnite-refunds

But in this fight, Epic is on the side of the angels. The 30% that Apple/Google sucks out of the mobile economy is a brutal tax, and not just on app makers. Patreon performers recently raised a stink when the company announced that it would be clawing back 30% of the money pledged by their supporters – that 30% surcharge is passed straight through to Apple/Google:

https://www.theverge.com/2024/8/12/24218629/patreon-membership-ios-30-percent-apple-tax

From independent news outlets to crafters selling their work out of small storefronts, all the way up to massive entertainment services like Disney Plus and Fortnite, the mobile cartel takes 30% out of every dollar, a racket they maintain with onerous rules that ban apps from using their own payment processors, or even from encouraging users to click a link that brings them to a web-based payment screen.

30% is a gigantic markup on payment processing. It's ten times the going rate for payments in the USA, already one of the most expensive places in the world to transfer money from one party to another. In the EU, payment processing typically runs 1%…or less.

But crafters, Patreon podcasters and small-town newspapers are in no position to fight Google and Apple. Instead, we get Epic, a multi-billion-dollar company that's gone to the mattresses to fight these multi-trillion-dollar companies. Personally, I dote on billionaire-on-trillionaire violence.

Epic was wildly successful. It mopped up the floor with Google, securing an especially punitive award from a judge who was furious that Google had destroyed evidence:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/12/12/im-feeling-lucky/#hugger-mugger

Epic also won against Apple, though not as thoroughly as it had with Google, because Apple had the commonsense not to get up to the kind of shenanigans that make federal judges very, very mad. In the Google case, the court found that Google had acted as a monopolist and ordered it to open up the payment system in Google Play, a direct blow to the Android app tax.

In the Apple case, the judge did not find that Google had acted as a monopolist, but did rule that the App Store's payment processing racket violated the law, and ordered Apple to end its own app tax:

https://techcrunch.com/2025/04/30/epic-games-just-scored-a-major-win-against-apple/

That's where things get gnarly. Apple is addicted to corrupt sources of income – like the tens of billions it illegally receives every year in bribes from Google make it the default search:

https://apnews.com/article/google-antitrust-search-engine-verdict-apple-319a61f20fb11510097845a30abaefd8

And it really, really loves the app tax. When the EU ordered Apple to allow third-party app stores (as a way of killing the app tax), the company cooked up a malicious compliance plan that was comically corrupt:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/02/06/spoil-the-bunch/#dma

So, the mere fact that a federal judge had ordered Apple to open up its app store to competing payment processors was not going convince Apple to actually do it. Instead, Apple cooked up a set of rules for third-party payment processing that would make it more costly to use someone else's payments, piling up a mountain of junk fees and using scare screens and other deceptive warnings to discourage users from making payments through a rival system:

https://www.thebignewsletter.com/p/judge-rules-apple-executive-lied

That's the kind of thing that is apt to make a federal judge angry – and, as noted, angry federal judges can make life very hard for tech monopolists, a lesson Google learned when it destroyed key evidence in its Epic case. But Apple didn't just flout the court order – they lied about it to cover it up, and Judge Yvonne Gonzalez Rogers is furious. She held that Alex Roman, Apple's Vice-President of Finance, "outright lied under oath," and she has raised the possibility of criminal contempt penalties for Apple:

https://regmedia.co.uk/2025/05/01/pacer_epic_vs_apple_injunction_judgement.pdf

The judge further wrote:

This is an injunction, not a negotiation. There are no do-overs once a party willfully disregards a court order. Time is of the essence. The Court will not tolerate further delays. As previously ordered, Apple will not impede competition. The Court enjoins Apple from implementing its new anticompetitive acts to avoid compliance with the Injunction. Effective immediately Apple will no longer impede developers’ ability to communicate with users nor will they levy or impose a new commission on off-app purchases

In other words, any junk fees, any impediments to opening up third party payments, will be switfly and harshly dealt with. As of right now developers can start to build third-party payments into their apps and Apple cannot block them. It's the end of the app tax, a source of about $100b/year for Apple:

https://www.theregister.com/2025/05/01/apple_epic_lies_possible_crime/

The world is on fire and everything is terrible, but we are also living through the most consequential season in the history of the war on corporate tech power. Google has been convicted three times of being a monopolist and is almost certainly going to have to sell off Chrome, most of its ad-tech stack, and possibly Android. Meta just put up a pathetic showing in an equally serious antitrust case that could see it forced to sell off Instagram and Whatsapp:

https://pluralistic.net/2025/04/11/it-is-better-to-buy/#than-to-compete

Countries around the world have passed big, sweeping, muscular antitrust laws specifically aimed at smashing corporate tech power, like the EU's Digital Markets Act and Digital Services Act:

https://www.eff.org/pages/adoption-dsadma-notre-analyse

Most importantly, all of this is happening from the bottom up. There is no dark money campaign to fuck up the tech companies. The politicians and enforcers who are taking on Big Tech are being shoved from behind by billions of everyday people who are furious and refuse to take it any longer:

https://pluralistic.net/2025/04/10/solidarity-forever-2/#oligarchism

I am deeply grateful for the public servants who have championed this cause, but I also know that these people are the effect of our movement, not the cause. When Kier Starmer fires Britain's brilliant and effective top competition enforcer and replaces him with the former head of Amazon UK, that does nothing to tamp down the political outrage that Britons feel towards America's tech giants:

https://pluralistic.net/2025/01/22/autocrats-of-trade/#dingo-babysitter

All over the world, countries that passed IP laws to protect US tech interests in exchange for tariff-free access to US markets are grappling with the end of free trade with America. This represents a generational opportunity to pass laws that enable local technologists to jailbreak US tech exports and liberate their people from the extractive practices of Big Tech forever:

https://archive.is/CiBIz

There is nothing harder to stop than an idea whose time has come to pass.

If you'd like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here's a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:

https://pluralistic.net/2025/05/01/its-not-the-crime/#its-the-coverup

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