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[buckyalpine]

i feel like bucky definitely gives off like horny teenage vibes but times that by ten. like maybe y/n and bucky finally get together after the whole “will they won’t situation” and the minute bucky sleeps with y/n i feel like since he’s been so touched starved for like 70+ years that he’s like the most insatiable, kinkiest man y/n has ever been with , he’s touchy, he’s needy (in the best way possible) and all of the avengers are like “i’m glad you’re happy bro but put your dick away and get your hands out of your pants” and then he’s like “no”

18+ All the incoming smut. I need a cold shower wtf, this is so hot, is this even allowed? The answer is YES. yes it is. Bucky gives 10000% horny teenage energy and with that serum in his veins?

The will they won't they situation drives Bucky insane because it's gone on for long enough. He's been pining after you, too shy to actually spit it out, taking what he can get in those feeling moments you share. Lingering touches during training. Longing stares across the room. Late night talks where you're both too close to be just friends but you're not quite anything more either.

Bucky airs on the side of caution when it comes to you until he sees another man trying to get your attention from where he's seated at the bar. He's spent enough nights alone with his hand between his legs, tugging and pawing at his cock for some type of relief, surges of jealousy absolutely crush those feelings of shyness he had. By the end of the night, he has you naked in bed and he's ready to take you apart every which way but you're just too fucking pretty and he realizes he needs to be touched more than ever.

Bucky is the neediest baby on the planet, he's greedy, trying to touch every bit of you all at once. He doesn't have time to feel shame, to try and act like this is something he does on the regular. Honestly, he doesn't care that he's practically humping you like a little puppy, his hips rocking against your bare cunt, cock perfectly slotted between your folds.

"It's so fuckin' hard, angel" He moans against your neck, one hand squeezing your waist, the other reaching up you to tug your nipples. "My cock is so fuckin' hard cause of you"

He hasn't felt anything this soft in years and he's putty in your hands. He feels so sensitive all over, letting you push him onto his back so you can kneel between his thighs, your mouth so dangerously close to where he needed you so bad.

"Wait-wai-oh God, fuckkk meee" Bucky's head is thrown back with the deepest groan when you take his flushed tip into your mouth, dribbles of precum wetting your already silky tongue. He nearly shoots when you pull off with a pop and dip down to play with his sac, your warm mouth so much different from his hand.

"Oh my god my balls are so fuckin' heavy, yeah just like that baby, never had em' sucked before, fuck I- m'cumming!" His back arches and he has to careful not to clamp his legs shut as he starts to cum without warning. His hips thrust up against the air and his hands rush down to hold onto your head as he practically rubs his balls against you.

"Let's empty your cock, baby" You coo when his orgasm starts to slow, your hand coming up to wrap around his now semi hard cock. Your slow strokes cause spurts to dribble out and he starts to get harder against your palm.

"Shit, m'getting hard again baby, put it in your pussy, c'mon please angel, wanna feel it, it's been so long" Bucky's always considered himself a dominant man but that was until it came to you. He was definitely going to redeem himself but not tonight. Tonight he was just a needy slut for you and he was going to own every bit of it.

He spreads apart his thighs more for you to see how big and hard he is, not like you didn't know. He's pouting with those flushed cheeks, pupils blown, pawing at your body to get on top.

"Can I suck your boobs, wanna suck em' so bad, fuck-c'mere, put your nipples in my mouth angel, feed me those perfect breasts with my cock in you"

"Ready Jamie?-

"Yeah, yeah please, m'ready I promise, I'll be good, my balls are full again, feel them, please, wanna empty my cock" You hush his needy whines, reaching behind and cupping his sack with a smirk on your face.

"S'full again baby?"

"So full" He nods, his jaw falling slack when you start to sink down on him, chest heaving, how the fuck was he already ready to blow, there was no way-

"FUCKKKK" He cried out, shoving his hips up so he was stuffed all the way, pulling you down and rolling over, giving you sloppy thrusts while cum spilled from his sensitive head.

"Don't even think I came this fast the first time I touched myself" Bucky mumbles against your neck, practically purring while basking in the best post orgasm haze he's ever felt. He loves the smell of raw sex filling the room, your combined arousal the best thing on the planet. He's not ashamed from cumming multiple times, hardly lasting, making such a sticky mess on the bed.

He's too busy getting in all his needy cuddles while you baby him like he deserves, kissing his forehead and rubbing his back, cooing at the way he hugs you extra tight.

But it doesn't stop there.

Bucky is insatiable and after finally getting a taste, he's not going to stop now.

"For fucks sake Barnes" Sam shakes his head seeing Bucky make out with you while your perched on the kitchen island, the sight sort of wholesome except he can see the way the soldier is slotted between your thighs. Your legs wrap around him and Bucky's hips are rutting against your core, shamelessly trying to hump you, barely muffled groans slipping past his lips. If rubbing his dick on you was all he could get, then he'd fuckin' take it without a question.

It wouldn't be the first time.

You'd been caught more than once in the middle of missions. Bucky knew he was down bad when he was injured once and forced to just keep surveillance over a mission you were leading. He was watching everything on a large screen, lasting all of 5 minutes watching you in combat unless he couldn't handle the ache between his legs anymore. At first he hid what he was doing pretty well.

Then you sliced someone's neck and-

"Oh fuck me!"

"You better be shot, stabbed or missing an eyeball" Sam hissed through the coms while Tony's cackled crackled through, everyone's frequency synced to keep in contact.

"Sounds like he's the one whose about to shoot-

"FUCK BOTH OF YOU"

"MMPH" Bucky didn't bother responding, continuing to jerk his cock off while watching his gorgeous girlfriend.

"I know you're happy with y/n, and I'm happy for you both, trust me, but for the love of God can you please get your hand out of your pants?!"

The muffled groan that follows has Sam contemplating letting his wings fall off mid flight. Steve nearly gets stabbed with how distracted he is.

-

"Does Barnes every put his dick away?" Clint snorts hearing the muffled sounds of the bed hitting the wall from Bucky's room and seeing as you're nowhere to be found, it's clear what's happening.

"No. No he does not"

[spicy-apple-pie]

Can someone PLEASE write a Cass joins the Batfam early fic???

She and Jason are the same age and this is kinda the first time she meets someone her age. When he reaches out a hand to shake, she fucking Judo flips him and pins him to the ground.

Bruce quickly gets Cassandra off and gently explains to her that Jason is a friend and we don’t hurt friends. Jason wants to be mad, but she looked absolutely petrified when Bruce raised his voice and actually really ashamed that she hurt him. So he forgives her pretty quickly.

Jason also loves reading to her. They start with picture books, as they allow her to connect the images with words and such. But she’s a quick learner and soon can read books without pictures.

All according to Jason’s plan.

He quickly introduces her to his favourite books and he can babble on and on about them. He makes sure to ask Cass open ended questions so she feels encouraged to talk with him.

Dick comes for a visit and absolutely freaks out on Bruce. Like what do you MEAN you got another one? Why? I thought we talked about this?

Cass takes a while to warm up to Dick. But decides he’s her favourite after he bribes her with ice cream.

Bruce doesn’t know if it’s because Jason doesn’t like to be touched a whole lot, but he swears children are not as clingy as Cass. Bruce gave her a hug one time, and Cass has been on that dopamine rush ever since. All sense of personal space went right out the window when she experienced touch that wasn’t meant to hurt her. If Bruce is working in his office, Cassandra will come in, not address Bruce in anyway, and squirm her way onto his lap and just sit there.

She does this to like, everyone. She’ll lay next to Jason as he reads. She holds Alfred’s hand while he cleans. Once she straight up climbed Dick to sit on his shoulders because he held her up there one time and she just made herself at home.

This helps Jason become more comfortable with physical affection too. Jason will wake up from a nightmare to Cass staring at him.

“Agh! What the fuck, Cass!?”

“Scared.”

“What?”

“You are scared. Frightmare.”

“Yeah. I had a nightmare.”

“Nightmare.” Cass corrects herself.

“Yeah, am alright now though.” Jason goes to roll over and Cass stops him.

“Liar.”

“What? I’m not lying!” Okay, maybe it would take him a good hour to finally calm down enough to sleep, but he’s fine.

“Liar, liar, pants on fire.” Cassandra teased him.

“Seriously, Cass I’m fi-“ Cass drags him out of bed and marches him to Bruce’s room.

Bruce sleepily questions what two bodies are doing his bed instead of the usually single body (again, Cass has no concept of personal space so often sleeps with Bruce).

“Jason had a nightmare.” Cass says as she forcibly tucks Jason in beside him.

“Oh, Jaylad.” Bruce rolls over. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah but…” Jason thinks about going to his bedroom, but Cass is already cuddled up beside him. “Is it okay if I sleep in here for tonight?”

[luvyeni]

⠀ ( drabble ) waist ̨ ! ୨୧ 一 앤톤 ՞

⸃ ⸰ ⌁ you and anton teasing each other ヾ

boyfriend!anton・ reader ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ g ・ smut ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ cw ・ ‎ ‎unprotected sex, cockwarming ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ wc ・ ‎0.5k ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎| ‎ ‎click to library

「 ୨୧ authors note 」 ever since i saw that video my brain chemistry has been changed ...

「 VISUALS 」

“baby , how long does it take to do your skin care?” your boyfriend whined from the bedroom , you laughed. “here i come.” you turned the light out , walking into the room. “there you go.”

you climbed into bed , and into his lap straddling his waist , he tossed his phone to the side holding your waist. “i missed you.” he said. “i’m right here ton.” you smiled. “and yet i still miss you.” he said , you bent down to give him a kiss. “well im right here.” you whispered against his lips. “yeah.” he repeated. “you are.”

the tension you could cut with a knife; your lips ghosting over his. “stop being such a tease.” you smiled, his hands rubbing the side of your waist. “kiss me.” he said. “please.” you gave into his pleas , planting a kiss on his lips , pulling away. “another.” you gave him another peck , trying to pull away , but he grabbed the back of your neck. “do it right please.” pulling you down into a deep kiss , his tongue swiping the bottom of your lip. you whined into the kiss , allowing him to push his tongue into your mouth , both of you letting out a moan.

after a while of just kissing; well and you grinding down on his lap, anton couldn't control himself any longer , pulling away from you , breathlessly. “take your shirt off.” it was actually his , but you decided not to tease him, reaching up to lift your shirt off your head. “good.” he said , his big hands rubbing down the side of your bare waist. “now your shorts.”

he sat up , removing his pajama shorts while you removed yours, beckoning you over to straddle his waist. “ride me.”

“fuck ton.” you moaned, grinding your hips back and forth , his cock dragging along your walls. “that's it baby , keep riding me.” his hands steading you. “goood fuck , you feel so good.” his cheeks glowing and red , from sweat and the heat from your bodies. “your pussy feels so good.” he groaned , a tired smile on his face. “so tight.”

your hands planted on his chest. “fu-fuck , you're so big.” gasped out , your legs growing tired, you whined. “t-tired.” you nodded. “let me take over.” he said , planting his feet on the bed, still holding your waist as he began to buck up , bullying his cock deeper inside you. “fuck.” your body now hunched over , your whimpers and moans in his ear giving him encouragement to go faster , holding you still “fuck , fuck baby , baby im gonna cum.” he let out a whimper like moan. “me too baby , let go.”

you came with a moan , shaking in his hold as he thrusted up into you few more times , cumming inside you , his sticky cum sticking to your insides. “shit.” he let out a breathless laugh. “we need to shower.” you whined. “can it wait until morning?” you asked. “i just want to stay like this.” he sighed “okay , but if i wake up horny then you'll responsibility.” you laughed.

“i’ll be sure to wake you up with the best fuck of your life.”

©LUVYENI

[oh23]

one au im working on is jason coming back from the dead, and from the league, but not as red hood. he just sort of, is too tired and traumatized to continue being an anti hero and be all violent or take it out on his dad, so he sorta comes back as just bruce's Son, yk?

anyways, fast forward, He's just the child of the fam who does NAWT do any vigilante stuff. He's a Regular college student (ha ha) studying Literature and maybe some Art or fancy shit idk.

He stays up with tim doing assignments while Tim works on cases, Works out casually in the gym while his brothers spar. Does homework in the mornings while the rest come back from patrols, makes them cereal or breakfast.

His college gossip has the whole house hooked, nobody gives a fuck about the Riddler's foiled plans, everyone just finishes up and comes up for movie night and Jason, with his half finished popcorn goes "So you know Jessica and Tyler from History class who got caught last week for making out -? Yeah you're not gonna believe what they did today-" and Everyone would lose their minds asking for the Continuation.

Bruce lets jason hang out in his Office, or even with the League cos he's just chill like that.

Bruce calls him his Most Normal Son. "Why can't all of you just be like Jason?" He thinks atleast twice every day when he finds Damian and Tim covered in eggs on opposite banisters.

there's also this version where Jason is like ur hot nerd rich and quiet chill college mate; like he's buff and hot, but also an absolute nerd and doesn't have many friends, and comes and goes on a million dollar definitely customized bike (Wayne Money).

And he has this bright red custom helmet.

NOW: hear me out.

The vigilantes of Gotham have gained a very anonymous and random aid; a guy who just randomly comes at critical moments on a black bike and bright red helmet to patch any vigilante who's down.

Most rogues assume he's just a Non-bat bystander who's stalking the bats and rogues and trying to help , but ofc, its actually Jason, who in his free time pulls up but just with 2 guns and a first aid kit.

He either patches them up or takes them away if they need. His helmet is bulletproof, and his bike too. He shows up in black outfits.

Never really joins the fight, but doesn't hesitate to pull out a gun while patching the Bats up.

He's chatty and sassy, super chill.

Non- vigilante, provides med support, doesn't follow the no killing rule, can cook; he jokes he's the Next Alfred.

[after-witch]

Horrorfest: The Next Time We Fall Asleep, We Could Die! [Yandere Demon!Dabi x Reader]

Title: The Next Time We Fall Asleep, We Could Die! [Yandere Demon!Dabi x Reader]

Synopsis: You try not to fall asleep--and it fails spectacularly.

For Horrorfest request: sleep paralysis demon dabi x reader please?

Word count: 700ish

notes: yandere, non-graphic sexual assault

The bedsheets underneath you are rumpled and ill-used, tossing and turning with your body as you try desperately to stay awake while still getting something like rest. An online blog said–and you hoped it was true–that if you laid down in bed and simply rested, you’d get the benefits of taking an actual power nap.

And sure, you were trying to replace your 8-square-hours-a-night with fake naps, but it had to help. Even just a little. Just a tad, just a titch. If it didn’t, well, it meant you were finally going out of your fucking mind.

But you couldn’t sleep. You couldn’t. You wouldn’t. You won’t. You lift your head and slam it down on the pillow to prove your point. To keep yourself awake, too. 

Because if you fall asleep, o God, if you fall asleep, you know he’ll come for you. O God, he would pin you down and make you scream and cry, and–

O God, you think, pressing your head against the cool pillow, I could be bounded in a nutshell, and count myself a king of infinite space, were it not that I have bad dreams.

“Do you always quote Hamlet when you fall asleep, or are you just feeling extra pretentious today?” A voice drawls in your ear, and no, no-no-no-no-no-no–

You can’t move an inch. Can’t do so much as blink, even. Your eyes are stuck open wide, staring into the darkness, and you smell him before you see him; the acrid smoke that sticks inside your nostrils like tar, no matter how many times you desperately breathe out, snorting like a child having a tantrum.

And then you see him, the whites of his teeth gleaming with his grin as he straddles you, body impossibly heavy as he keeps you pinned to the bed. Not that you can struggle, anyway; during these dreams, these nightmares, you can’t do so much as wiggle a finger. Move a muscle. Open your mouth to scream for help or beg for mercy that won’t come.

“You’re so cute like this,” he says, breathing hot air into your face. Everything about him is warm. His body, his breath, the touch of his fingers as they roam across your skin. He’s burned, you know that; burned and stapled up, a patchwork of stitches.

“You’re like a pretty doll for me to play with. You like that, don’t you?” 

You don’t. You want to scream this in his face. Or beg him to leave you alone. But you don’t even have the privilege of doing that. Instead you’re stuck, silent, immobile, unable to do anything but stare helplessly as he does whatever he wants with you.

He grins wider, and you swear his smile splits, but it’s so hard to tell in the dark. That’s where he always keeps you, in the dark, on your bed, underneath him as he touches and pokes and everything always leads to the same eventuality: him inside you, warm and heavy and too rough, and it’s the only time your body moves during the whole ordeal. 

Not because you gain any control over it, but because the force of his thrusts force your body to shift on the sheets, a cold sweat sticking to your back by the end of it.

Sometimes it feels like he keeps you for days instead of hours. But every time you wake up, body drenched and sore like you’ve been struggling against an impossible force in your sleep, it’s always simply the next morning. 

A simple nightmare, that’s all, you’ve told yourself time and time again. But simple nightmares don’t leave your muscles aching for days. Simple nightmares don’t waft the lingering scent of cigarette smoke over your pillowcase. 

Simple nightmares don’t always end with the same exact thing–the scarred demon kissing your cheek and crooning out,

“See you tomorrow night, yeah?”

[karlachismylife]

giving you a cartoonishly big fat kiss on the forehead to make you feel better-

thats my WIFE (gender neutral) your brain is bad talking!!! tell it to square the 🦆 up 🤺🤺🤺

*turns into the forehead kiss meme* Thank you baby 🥺🥺🥺 that definitely fixed my brainwaves a bit. But please don't beat my brain up, it doesn't have that many cells, that's an unfair fight...

Here are forehead kisses headcanons with task force 141:

Price is the king of forehead kisses. Yeah, his beard does sometimes tickle or even prickle, but honestly - nothing matters when he puts his heavy palm on your scruff, rubbing and squeezing a bit roughly, then pulls you closer to rest his forehead against yours, and after several moments of the most intimate closeness a person can achieve, lets out a deep sigh and shifts to press his lips to the spot he just was leaning against. You could be bleeding out to death, but that still would bring you immense inner peace and calm. And he does it casually, too - as a good morning kiss, a goodbye, as a thank you for the cup of tea you bring him when he's busy, when he just thinks you look cute... it's paternal, and not just in a dad-coded way. It's a leader promising care for those who follow him.

Gaz leaves the warmest, lingering, molten kisses. It's the softest feeling ever, there's literally a wave of sunlight and warmth washing over you starting from the spot where his full lips are touching your forehead. It's a quintessence of tenderness, filled with the ultimate romance - if there's always something a bit playful in the reverence he kisses your hands with, his forehead kisses are just pure love and adoration. His eyes stay closed for a few moments after he pulls away, too, like he's enjoying this even more than you, and he often follows up with a temple kiss or soft peck on the bridge of your nose. His soft breath always makes your skin heat up and wakes up the butterflies in your stomach.

Ghost is a grumpy forehead kisser. It's often a result of him sulking or brooding about some minute disagreement or you refusing to stay in bed with him forever when he wants cuddles and you want not to be fired for missing work. He can't break the act that's supposed to tug on your heartstrings, but he still wants to kiss you - that's how you get these reluctant, short, gruff pecks that feel almost like a bird pecking at some grain. In some time you learn to catch that little smile he actually has when he kisses you on the forehead, thinking you won't notice, but confronting him about it is useless - he's too good at pretending he's nothing but a big grump. Too bad that he never expects a return forehead kiss. Or that you know he often does it while you're asleep (or he thinks you are) and he is restless.

Soap is the CEO of cartoonishly big fat forehead kisses. He makes a point out of grabbing your cheeks, squishing them and pulling you up close to give you the loudest, silliest, messiest SMOOCH. Usually as a distraction tactic while you're scolding him - and as you're fighting the stupid smile this goofy kiss elicits, he's already kissing you on the lips. Sly bastard. It's almost as if he just can't do it normally, even when it's not a bomb-diffusing tactic (with you being the bomb), but a rather sweet cuddling sesh, he still makes a loud smooching noise and gives a theatric satisfied sigh afterwards. You'll just have to get used to this silliness. Doesn't mean you shouldn't whoop his ass if he accidentally leaves a real fucking hickey right in the middle of your forehead. Idiot.

[slowd1ving]

[INAMORATA] SNIPPET . *࿐ SUNDAY, MOZE, SOMEWHAT JIAOQIU??

for some additional context reader is an incubus and also joined a class on catching/apprehending monsters in the modern world as a joke, but now is doing a project on said monsters (cough, incubi) thus is in a really fucking awkward position rn anyways this will probably be the last snippet before I actually post the work so enjoyy

HONKAI STAR RAIL MASTERLIST

MASTERLIST ・゜・NAVIGATION

“…edit it documentary style. It’s professional, organised, and will suit the Professor’s tastes.” Sunday’s mellifluous voice washes over you as you sit in the campus library with your classmates, desperately trying to look engaged. 

It does not work. 

Sunday’s fountain pen wavers in the air and turns on you, and your heart jolts and skips past a few beats—it looks far too close to a weapon for your liking, and you would not trust an angel with a dagger for the life of you. Or without the dagger. He does not inch it closer, but it’s rather an unconscious mirroring of his thinking that betrays that he’s about to scold you for falling asleep. You’re thankful for the table that separates the two of you, but you fear wood can only do so much to counter flames of divine punishment. 

But before he can lecture you, Moze beats him to it. And for the record, you don’t know how he ended up sitting right next to you, and you’d like to complain. 

Leaning across his chair, he gets unnecessarily close to talk to you, and it’s not like whatever he’s saying is important. 

“Do you have anything to add—” and here his leg ghosts up against yours, but you don’t flinch. At least, you don’t think you do. “—or did you not get enough sleep last night?”

His voice is low—enough that there’s an undercurrent of tension without him even trying. You choose not to reply directly to him; instead, you look at Sunday once more, and you swear you feel a spike of irritation from the angel. But, surely not, right?

Mulling your words over, you carefully select a sequence that won’t land you a one-way ticket back to hell. There’s a certain trick to this, you see—and that’s crossing your fingers and thinking of an escape plan in the event you fail, or the shameless cowardly demon approach. It may not land you a spot among the Lieutenants, but it sure is better than being skewered by some angel. 

Especially one named Sunday. You disguise your grimace. 

“Uhh,” you wrack your brains, before settling on the first thing your mind falls upon—yesterday night, all cozied up with Jiaoqiu. Fuck. “A horror movie.”

You can feel Moze’s stare burn into dermis, sizzle a bit, then singe your very bones.

“That’s an— unconventional idea,” Sunday coughs, and you remind yourself that angels are way meaner than you’d expect. 

“If you think it’s ill-founded, then I would like to remind you our professor’s maturity doesn’t necessarily mean he’ll enjoy an orthodox style,” you argue, suddenly remembering that angels are also ill-suited for debates and ‘gotchas’, and also that incubi can honey their tongue to saccharine degree.

Fuck. You’ve really spent too much time in the human realm. 

Before Sunday can get a word in, you keep talking, desperate to look enthusiastic to discuss incubi and possibly give yourself away. “If it’s being entered into the Film Festival, a mockumentary or a horror film could be both informative and entertaining. Or even a silent film.”

“It’s succubi and incubi,” Moze mutters. “If there were more people I’d bet there’d be one group submitting porn.”

You stifle a cough, but you don’t think you did it well. 

“What, with Hopkins as the intended audience?” you glance at him, and see the traces of laughter on his mouth, and suddenly your own feels somewhat dry. Just a little. 

“Yeah, imagine,” he matches your airy tone—and the proximity forces your heart to lapse. Just a little. 

Sunday’s glare bores into both of you. “Can the two of you take this seriously? We are absolutely not doing that.”

If you ever forgot he was an angel, this is a poignant reminder. Should you squint, you think you can see a faint halo around his head, but that could also honestly just be the library light causing the incandescence. 

“Yes, which is why we should do horror or a mockumentary,” you interrupt. This is the only fight you’d ever attempt with an angel, and boy do you deserve a medal for it like the humans do. “The topic isn’t particularly… uh… safe for work, so horror would convey the right message that we investigate in each class, while still having space for detail. Think something like found footage horror films or something.”

“You raise a good point,” Sunday deliberates—if there was anything good to say about angels, it would be that they are gracious with their concessions. Some concessions. “Fine.”

Fine. 

Fine.

Fine. 

With glee, you save the moment to brag about when you next visit downstairs. I got an angel to agree with me. 

But simultaneously, you compose your face, knowing the next item on the agenda will inevitably be the very topic of the proposal. 

Suddenly, you no longer feel the glee of just a minute ago. 

Oh shit. 

[skeletboi]

Sneak peek of where this AU is going.

*****

Stan hit the ground hard. He knew it should have hurt, but he couldn't feel anything more than the screaming pain in his leg. At least Rico had been kind enough, if he could call it that, to drop him off back at his motel.

He painstakingly reached a hand out towards the door and dragged himself closer. The door was still wide open from when Rico and his goons had knocked it down, which was good. He was sure he wouldn't be able to stand in this condition. 

He wasn't sure if it was his focus on getting to the phone or the blood loss, but he thought he was doing a pretty great job ignoring the pain. He made it to the phone an indeterminate amount of time later, and dragged himself upright enough to dial.

“Fiddleford McGucket here!” A man answered cheerfully after the second ring.

“Who…? Shit.” Stanley responded, his voice sounding worse than he had expected. “Nevermind, wrong number.”

“Wait jus’ a second, there. Were ya lookin’ for Stanford?” Fiddleford asked.

Stan froze, realizing too late just how unprepared he was to hear his brother's name.

“Ya still there?” Fiddleford asked, sounding less cheerful and more confused.

“Yeah- yeah. Sorry I am- fuck- I am looking for Ford.” Stan struggled to respond as pain shot up from his leg.

“Lemme get em’ for ya. Just a sec.” Fiddleford said. 

Stan heard a click as the phone was set down and took a second to wonder who the hell Fiddleford was. Had Ford actually made a friend? Stan felt a jolt of sadness, but pushed it back. He knew why he was calling now, and, if he was being honest, he was happy Ford had someone by his side.

“This is Stanford Pines.” Stan heard, tearing him from his thoughts.

“Ford- hi.” Stan said, then paused to take a breath as another jolt of pain ran up his spine. “I- it's Stan. Please don't hang up.”

“Stanley?” Ford asked, an odd mix of old anger and concern in his voice. “What's wrong with your voice?”

“It's a long story- I- shit- I just needed to let you know I'm sorry.” Stan said, digging his hand into the dirty carpet and trying his best to focus on his words instead of his leg. “I'm sorry for everything. I really didn't mean to fuck up that project- fuck- no, that doesn't matter- I'm just sorry, Ford. I hope you're doin’ alright.”

“Stanley, what are you not telling me?” Ford asked, clever as ever.

“It doesn't matter, Ford. I just needed you to know, alright?”

“Stanley, what did you get yourself into this time?!” Ford practically yelled.

“I fucked up, that's all.” Stan said, with a humorless laugh. “Nothin’ new there, I guess. It doesn't matter though, I probably deserved it. Don't worry about it.”

“That did not answer my question.” 

“And I told ya it doesn't matter! I'm calling you to fucking apologize! Did you not get that?” Stan snapped, then immediately regretted it. “Shit, sorry. I just mean to say it doesn't matter, alright?”

“Like hell it doesn't matter, Stanley. You sound terrible. Do you have a car? I can give you my address.”

“I still got the Stanley Mobile, but it would be pretty hard to use the clutch right about now.” Stan responded with another humorless laugh as he tried to look anywhere but his leg. “Anyway, I'm not callin’ you for help. I just couldn't let it end how it did.”

“Stan, what the hell does that mean?!” Ford yelled in earnest.

“It just means what it means, Ford, alright? Can't ya just take me at my word this one time?!”

“This one time?! I took you at your word our whole childhood!”

“Then do it again! One last time, would ya?! Ya stubborn bastard!”

“That makes no sense! If I were a bastard, then you would also be a bastard! We're twins!”

“At least you haven't changed.” Stan mumbled.

“Obviously, neither have you! What did you mean ‘one last time’?!” Ford yelled.

“It doesn't matter! I'm sorry, alright?! That's all you need to know!” Stan yelled back.

“Stanley-” Ford started, but Stan didn't wait, he slammed down the phone as hard as he could from his awkward angle on the floor and groaned at the searing pain that followed.

He finally looked down at what remained of his leg and immediately leaned to the side to vomit.

Rico would be back in three days, and Stan had nowhere, and no way to run.

*****

Well I guess less of where it's going, and more where it started?

Anyways, more to come! I'll be posting it on ao3! And probably drawing more art to go along with it.

I call it the InTRIdimensional AU!

[rustfoxes]

Disjointed DAtVG feelings/opinions

I've played the game for a bit, I'm not too far in yet, and honestly? I hope it gets better. Spoilers & venting below as you might guess.

Everything seems to be tell, don't show. There's very, VERY little trust in the player. Characters happen upon a ruined village? "The village is ruined! There's no one here!" Yes, we can see that. Character looks upset? Text pops up on screen to tell you that IN FACT!! Character is upset. Couldn't have guessed.

Everything is explained out loud immediately, except the arguably actually important things. If I remember correctly, there's no mention of the 10 year (?) timeskip from DAI, everyone just now knows everything about elven magic and the Fade and the Veil EXCEPT FOR THE PLAYER. None of that is explained! New players are expected to just know, which in some games works, but when you throw characters into a magical forest and say it's Arlathan forest, how tf are they supposed to know what Arlathan is.

Why is Varric a brunette all of a sudden

Characterisation of returning characters is fucking wild. Fun, jokey Harding? Massive chip on her shoulder and real aggressive for some reason. Soft-spoken and measured Solas? Yelling, again, for some damn reason. Where is his iambic pentameter? And he hates blood magic all of a sudden?? Did the writers play the earlier games at all? Solas SPECIFICALLY says in DAI that blood magic has no morality to it and is merely a tool.

The game is linear to the extent that I cannot for the life of me see the point of the game asking you to wrap up unfinished business before moving forward. What unfinished business? You've locked us into a small room with 0 exits and 1 chest. There is no business.

So far there's been zero time for any of the story to breathe. There are no story beats, because the drum machine that is the pacing just keeps hammering on. The gravity of the situation has no time to set in for anyone. THE ACTUAL GODS OF MYTH HAVE BEEN BUST OUT OF GOD-JAIL. THIS IS A HUGE FUCKING PROBLEM. "Yeah, well, people would've died if Solas hadn't been stopped from tearing down the Veil." And this is preferable???? What the actual fuck. DAI Solas wanted to rebuild and to safe-guard his people. TWO of the people he wanted to PROTECT EVERYONE FROM are now out. But oh man, that Solas, he would've hurt folks. You think the wondertwins won't? Jesus fucking Christ.

The gameplay more or less just completely scraps character classes. Playing a mage rn and for some damn reason she has separate ranged attacks. What the actual fuck. What is the point of making people choose a class if a damn mage has to stand next to enemies to attack?

So far doesn't feel like an RPG at all. Starts in media res which is fine, but your character is already established as a cool hero and an important figure. Why? Why weren't we along for that ride?

Character movement is janky af, DAI was much smoother 10 damn years ago. Hopefully they'll somehow manage to fix it.

Either they needed better actors or a much better voice director, because holy shit is the dialogue awkward and halting and just... no.

Writers have clearly had shoes far too large to fill. Dialogue wants to be funny and witty and clever. It is not. Specially not with the phoned in voice acting.

Where have my Welsh/Irish elves gone? Wtf happened there? Also why wasn't there anyone around to tell the actors how to pronounce the elvhen words??

Why the fuck is the rogue our healer.

All quests so far have been walking from A to B, collecting some coins along the path, and then fighting 5 or 10 enemies. No variation at all.

Idk man, I really hope the game will find its legs as it goes on, but so far? Massively underwhelming and honestly quite disappointing. Absolutely does not feel like DA. People critisised DA2 for being rushed and DAI for a whole host of shit, but at least I felt like I was playing a Dragon Age game.

[superscourge]

While Scourge is strong, as a direct counterpart of archie Sonic who is already insane in his own terms of power, and with master emerald enhancements, yes he can be pretty fucking strong. If you needed the whole squad to put him down (before he goes super) then yeah he’s a threat alright.

Y'all forget that strength isn't everything though especially when Scourge tends to underestimate his opponents and fuck up with playing around with his food. If he can't simply brute force his way on something, or someone gets into his head, he gets stumped as well. (Anyone who thinks he actually fought Sonic and Shadow to a standstill, bruh, he didn’t even beat them unconscious….HE RAN AWAY FROM SHADOW WHO WAS STILL PERFECTLY FINE AND PISSED OFF BTW…it’s just another case of petty Scourge hyping himself up and being delusional about his victories)

I also believe he is ignorant of what he can do though, since he's not able to perform a lot of the shit archie Sonic does, since he's always been "on the top" in his dimension compared to Sonic. So account for the lack of real battle experience, these skills and techniques are locked away. (Also during the late comic run…Sonic gets nerfed anyway..you can’t have him be THAT strong all the time if you want a story to keep going.)

Surge would try to get into his head once she knows enough about him. She's spiteful like that. She will do just about anything to get the upper hand too.

And well haha...I feel like it should've been obvious...but guys..it's an alternate universe...a completely different Scourge.....Frontier knows why this is happening…it’s okay….why not savor and focus on the suffering these two tragic figures practically reek of instead……

tldr: powerscaling isn’t everything.

:|

all of this literally. my problem wasnt necessarily that scourge Wasn't Strong--he was strong sure, in terms of power! but like. all someone has to do to throw him off is throw a basic insult at him. knock his ego down a single peg and he's done for. and surge? surge is GOOD AT THAT. on top of this, she literally has body enhancements + battle experience + skills that scourge does Not have. so ya i think while he's strong physically he sure isnt emotionally lollll and that can matter SO much in a fight

also YEAH LITERALLY ITS AN AU !!! THERES OTHER SHIT AT PLAYYYY cmon guys i know what im doing in my own au..pls....plsss

[hope-you-brought-kneepads-bitch]

Agatha all along spoilers

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First off! I’ve seen people on Twitter already going mad but I think I need people to understand, this show was never targeted at a specific lesbian ending, yes! Very queer show and of course lots of Agathario but Rio is death, I always thought a kiss of death would happen because otherwise we’re being silly with ourselves it’s not queer baiting and it’s not helpful to be mad because marvel wont want to do things like this again if we start getting angry, the cast and crew were so proud of this and we should be too (we can vent a little and I plan too but I won’t tag actors or creators because I’m not weird)

But! I will say dying for Billy (technically I know she did because of Nicky because Billy got into her mind like a loser and a bitch and she wanted to redeem herself or whatever) is a bit strange I guess I get people saying ‘oh well of course lesbians get screwed over’ but you know for a marvel show to have actual canon lesbians who are kissing, yeah it’s scraping a barrel but if it’s received well I have no doubt they’ll do it again, I mean in the comics agatha gets resurrected and who’s to say that won’t happen? Anyway I’m ranting and yeah a little sad about the ending because it does feel like the killing eve ending but! Let’s get into the two episodes

Alice! My love, my baby I’m so sorry! Rio was right you died doing your job as a protection witch but it still hurts! I hope the afterlife is good to you and treats you well I love you 🥰

Jen! My beloved you did it! You got your powers back, I can’t believe agatha bound her that’s so funny and messed up! God agatha were you that low on cash???

“He’s an abomination” Damn right Rio get him!

Also the change in agatha a little about not wanting to see Rio when she died like yeah it’s a quick change but I think it’s Agatha putting her shields back up, she does want Rio back she definitely does but also it’s like ‘oh actually I’m putting my guard back up because I’m scared and you did something that hurt me’ (she is my scar!)

Rio being pissed off that agatha doesn’t want her and that she loves it when she’s like this unfortunately ladies this foreplay went a little too far and got ruined by a man (fucking typical) them basically flirting through their whole fight was great too

Also going back to episode 1 where Rio said ‘so take my power’ and Agatha replied ‘cute, but you know that would kill me’ BECAUSE SHE HAD TO KISS HER TO TAKE HER POWER! Did I get it right? Pretty sure I did so I declare that in their private moments agatha never kissed Rio but just started at her neck so not to accidentally kill herself during sex (dramatic lesbians)

Also in ep 4 when Agatha tries kissing Rio but then Rio stops her, I have a depressing feeling that Agatha was so upset at being reminded of what happened to her son she was willing to take the kiss of death I guess? Or maybe Rio can control stuff like that and kiss Agatha fine if she holds her power in but thinking she’s death I think it’s the first one

Rio cutting the road and stepping through I’m not gonna lie I was shocked! I gasped guys and I don’t do that often like obviously they knew was fake but I didn’t I love just thinking about Rio stepping in and out of the road but also where is the ‘road’? Is it just Agatha’s house? Have they been walking around in circles this whole time, god the citizens of westview may need to start looking for other places to live

The Salem era! I loved it (I do want more backstory but I think we’ll get some interviews explaining it so that’ll be fun) ‘born from scratch’ beautiful line Rio turning up I was like ‘oh daddy’s here to help with the birth’ then I quickly remembered she’s death and agatha begging not to take him and then I realised daddy isn’t here to stay for good reasons (like most dads)

Little Nicky was adorable! Such a cute kid and helping his mother trick witches? Putting him to work agatha, I like it! Start them early I say

Also they created the balled! So cute and heartbreaking since Agatha had to sing it all the time when killing these witches constantly being reminded of her son

Also her killing everyday then the one night she doesn’t rio takes their son??? God Rio give her a fucking day don’t you have like billions of other souls to take?? Just walk very slowly 🙄

Billy carrying the trauma of killing three (that’s right I count Sharon too!) witches because he created the road makes the ending worth it actually (not by much) because he has to suffer the consequences and deal with ghost agatha, get recked!

Rio and Agatha will definitely reunite (source: Me) Rio says she hates ghosts but only because she’s death and ghosts probably don’t want to move on, be a bit like trying to round up cats. HER AND AGATHA CAN FINALLY WALK TOGETHER FOR ALL ETERNITY

Anyway I have work in an hour and I’ve been up since 4 it’s now 6 and I’ve slept about 3 hours soooo if this is all ramblings I’ll try to add things later but yeah I loved the last two episodes yeah we could’ve gotten a bit more Agathario but I truly think they didn’t anticipate the overwhelming reception for them (Kathryn and Aubrey did though definitely)

I’m up for any discussion too I love talking about this stuff but works been hectic recently hence why I’m watching the episodes before work because after I’m just knackered but I’m off this weekend so I can reply properly to people

[loquarocoeur]

are you a bit ashamed of posting some stories sometimes because you’re aware it’s like 99% smut ? or do you know we’re as crazy as you are and will enjoy anything you give us ?

Hm, well, considering the things I've read (and enjoyed) in my lifetime as an ao3 enthusiast I don't think I can really be ashamed of what I've written...

But I do sometimes get a tiny bit self-conscious, I'll admit

It's less than you'd think though, because it's actually only when it's something that's like really oh okay this does something for me, and I'm really sorry to admit, but I'd say a good 80% of the smut I've written weirdly does nothing for me, I was just fucking around tbh or it was all just there to allow me to put in that one line or thing that actually means something to me

Also a large part of me not caring is that you guys aren't really real people to me, you're just pixels in my screen

Like idk how other people perceive their readers, but you guys aren't real. I can't comprehend you until someone is a serial commenter or someone dm's me as a real human and I'm like uh what. And fandom policy is don't like don't read so if there's ever an actually negative comment the writing is like so not the biggest issue there

Also you have to consider I've stared at my docs and my fics so much at this point that I am very desensitised and I only realise oh wow this was a bit wild like.. after I've posted it at which point there has always been someone who said they liked it and I'm like okay idc anymore as long as 1 person is weird with me I'm like yep cool immediately no longer self conscious

But yes sometimes I do need to hold my own hand and be like hey, it's okay, you're allowed to put e rated things on the website.. which is dedicated to e rated things. That's like.. the point.

Anyway yeah some fics waayyy more than others, but it also depends on lots of things so like yeah

And also there is always someone in the inbox that is in fact so much worse than me which is so comforting actually

I'm realising now that this ask probably did not require an essay but it's too late now you got the essay

[ctimenefic]

THE RULE 63 SNIPPET?!?!??!!?? i’m already so obsessed i will EAT IT UP when it comes out i wait breathless with anticipation

eat it up you say? so does alex

original snippet here, tiny tease more below

“God, it sounds so pathetic, but- I thought they’d like me, after. It’s not like I was hoping one of them would fall madly in love with me,” she adds, so defensively Alex immediately assumes she actually had hoped for that. And maybe it’s a bit too cringe for even George to admit to, but he wouldn’t blame her. He’s sort of confused no one has fallen madly in love with her. “It’s so stupid, but they never say anything horrid about each other’s girlfriends. So I thought- if I was a girlfriend, and a driver, maybe it would, I dunno, cancel out.”

Alex isn’t sure how to explain it - how girlfriends, Tiff, Jen, whoever, are such a distinct category as to be basically meaningless. Sure, they’re nice about their girlfriends. Their girlfriends aren’t here. They don’t matter. Not like George does, when her mouth turns down and her helmet goes on and she leaves them spinning their wheels on the grid. 

“I don’t want to be the first woman in F1 if it’s going to be like this,” she says, quiet, into the cotton of his t-shirt. Alex waits a moment, clears his throat, and before he can even start George has whipped her head up, glaring at him with red rimmed eyes. “Of the modern era, obviously, if you bring up Lella Lombardi when I had to teach you her name-”

Alex holds up his hands in mock surrender. “Just making sure we’re keeping their names alive! I hear they’re inspiring some of the most promising up and coming drivers.”

“Oh really?”

“Yeah, Charlie Leclerc.” He rolls with the shove from George, lands off the bed on his knees and has to shuffle round to kneel in front of her. “AND this one girl who just won the Eurocup closer as a fucking wildcard, is about to go smash her F4 championship first time, and is then going to give me a fucking run for the money at BRDC-”

“I’m going to win that,” George says, decisive, and if he weren’t her main competition for it, Alex would believe her.

“Big words from someone who’s gonna let Charlie be the first woman F1 driver ofthemodernera-”

George shoves him again, sends him sprawling backwards. She has to lean over to do it, and her knees move apart, just a little, as her dress hitches. Alex doesn’t mean to look, really, but the skirt is that fucking short, and her legs are that fucking long, and toned so tight that when her knees are inches apart there’s a gap all the way up between her thighs, so it’s not like he saw on purpose but-

They’re blue. Her knickers. Blue, and polkadot, and he wants to put his mouth on them. 

[pixesemma]

I dreamt of my former best friend today and woke up crying. She froze me out of her life 2 years ago and I still don't understand why. I can take emotional distance from anything else yet this creeps up on me once in a while to ruin my day.

[shootingstareon]

banging on the wall of my asylum room can anyone hear me.

[inkskinned]

she says he won't let her get a dog, which is fine, because they're in an apartment, and that's the kind of thing people say about their partners. he won't let me get a dog. and you're at a dinner party and you tilt your head a little to the side just like that dog he won't let her get, because is this the thing that's going to upset you? you don't know every corner of their relationship, she could be joking, they could have had so many healthy conversations about the dog, right, and maybe she's not letting herself get the dog because of money and time and whatever. but, like, she did say let

and she wants to move away from his hometown and he wants to stay and then he tells you with a wink and a conspiratorial stage whisper don't worry i'll convince her and she laughs about it - so clearly this is something they laugh about. but you do just stand there and stare at him like what the fuck, man. you can't say what you want to say which is why do you get the final say on everything because they're both obviously aware of the other person's stance on this and have obviously had private conversations about it and what are you going to do about it except make a scene and then he'll be mad at you and call you one of those bitches behind your back and she'll cut you off, which is a loss that doesn't feel worth it just because he makes you a little skeeved out every 3rd comment

and they both agree he just isn't the type to get flowers which is fine because everyone shows love differently, and are you really gonna judge someone based on their sense of individual relationship responsibility? maybe he's constantly cleaning her car and writing her poems and making her furniture or something. maybe she doesn't even like flowers and this is perfect, actually. and no you couldn't date him, obviously, ew; but like, she tells you she's happy. you almost send her a tiktok that says don't be 25 and the cool girl that doesn't need anything, you'll hate not getting flowers at 30, but that's like, starting drama & you shouldn't start drama needlessly.

and you're a little older than her but not so much older you can pull the whole trust me on this one babe thing and besides that wouldn't have worked anyway (when does it ever) and besides you have trauma so you and your therapist both agree that you're always looking for a problem even when there isn't one. and you tell yourself that just because you see them for 15 minutes every month does not mean you can identify every single red flag based on a single shitty half-joking(?) comment

and besides, what are you going to do? she says i actually wanted another stand mixer but thankfully he stops me when i'm about to spend too much money and you're standing there like are you okay? is this normal? is this just something people say? and again - what are you going to do?

to your therapist you try to language it - it's not, like, any of my business. but sometimes, doesn't it feel like - you should do something. there's got to be something, right? you've tried dropping little hints but they sail right through and you've tried having a single serious conversation and she got upset because why does it matter to you, yes it's different but we're happy, it doesn't need to make sense to you and you're like. really unwilling to push a boundary about it anymore; because the truth is that you know logically it shouldn't matter to you, as long as both parties are happy.

and besides, you've been wrong before. it's just... like, every time you see them both, something else happens, some kind of shiver down your spine like do you even hear each other when you talk. it's their strange, bickering orbit. just the way he's on his phone through dinner or watching sports instead of helping in the kitchen or, fuck, another one of these little throwaway comments he makes about we'll see about that, babe. she laughs when he calls her passions stupid shit and meanwhile she gets him tickets to see the knicks and he tells you well at least she's smart about something and still! it's none of your business.

you say get the dog anyway and she laughs. like, this is is you being funny. and not you saying - no really. get the dog. get the dog and get out of here. pack up and start running.