#And it's probably terrifying at the start for him

[harrysfolklore]

can we get ONE sneak peek from wolff girl x max?

hmm okay you can

"This is a terrible idea," Max whispers as you pull him through your back door, both of you giggling. "Your dad is literally upstairs."

"He's dead asleep," you assure him, carefully closing the door. "He took sleeping pills for his flight tomorrow. Besides, he sleeps like the dead anyway."

Max still looks like he's ready to bolt at any second. "YN, if he catches me here-"

"He won't." You tug him closer by his shirt. "Unless you keep talking so loud."

He glances nervously at the stairs. "Your room is up there? Past his?"

"Scared, Verstappen?"

"Terrified, actually." But he follows you anyway, both of you carefully avoiding the creaky third step you'd mapped out years ago during teenage sneaking attempts.

You're almost at your door when Max freezes. "Was that-"

"Just the house settling," you whisper, but your heart is racing too. "Come on, we're almost-"

A door opens down the hall.

Max actually whimpers. You shove him into your room just as Toto's voice calls out, "YN? Is that you?"

"Just getting water, Papa!" you call back, praying your voice sounds normal. "Go back to sleep!"

"Everything okay?"

"Fine! Those pills should be kicking in, right?"

A yawn. "Ja, starting to feel them. Goodnight, Schatz."

"Night, Papa!"

You wait until you hear his door close before slipping into your room. You find Max standing perfectly still in the middle of the floor, looking absolutely terrified.

"I think I'm having a heart attack," he announces in a whisper. "I'm actually having a heart attack. I can see the headlines now: 'F1 Driver Dies of Fear in Team Principal's House.'"

You try not to laugh. "You're being dramatic."

"Dramatic?" His voice rises slightly before he catches himself. "YN, your father was ten feet away from me. Ten feet! Do you know what he would do to me if he found me here?"

"Well, first he'd probably have a heart attack himself-"

"Not helping!"

"Then probably murder you-"

"Still not helping!"

"And Lewis will hide the body-"

"Why did I agree to this?" He runs his hands through his hair. "I'm a professional athlete. I have championships to win. I can't die in Toto Wolff's house because his daughter is too pretty to say no to."

You wrap your arms around his neck, grinning. "You think I'm pretty?"

"I think you're trying to kill me." But his hands settle on your waist automatically. "If your father walks in right now-"

"He won't."

"But if he does-"

"Max." You kiss him softly. "Stop talking about my father when you're in my bedroom."

[slut4thebroken]

Blessing and a Curse

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Pairing | Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary | super soldier seed type shi

Warnings | Smut, oral, face fucking, deep throating, praise, humiliation, come eating, facial, spit kink?, bukkake.

Words | 1.1 k

Notes | Also btw idk if bukakke is right, but a Reddit post said it’s not the amount of people, but the amount of come that matters so idc lol.

Ao3 link | <3

Masterlist

Kinktober | day 21: bakkake + come eating

Bucky gathered your hair in one hand to start bobbing your head up and down on his cock, fucking your mouth slowly. Your jaw was already aching, struggling to accommodate his size, but you did your best. 

“Deep breath, doll.” He held you in place with your lips wrapped around the tip and you knew what to expect, so you took in a deep breath through your nose. He pushed you down slowly and you tried to repress your gag reflex when he hit the back of your throat. He continued applying pressure though, not stopping until his thick cock popped past your throat barrier. You squeezed your thighs together at the low, guttural moan he let out and looked up at him, making him curse under his breath. 

“Good girl.” He grunted, holding you in place for a few seconds before slowly pulling you back, starting a steady pace. You still choked and gagged every once in a while when his cock pushed into your throat, but his grip remained firm, not letting you move away. Even when your body convulsed with a violent gag and you clawed at his thighs, he wasn’t deterred. “Take it.” He growled, releasing your hair to grab your head instead. He held you completely still, then started rocking his hips, gradually increasing the pace until tears were brimming in your eyes and saliva was sputtering out of your mouth, rolling down your chin. 

The serum definitely had its pros and cons, even for you. The size difference always gave you butterflies and his strength never failed to turn you on. But sometimes his stamina was actual hell— He could fuck your face for hours if he really wanted to. Sometimes that was a good thing, like when you were doing a scene that lasted multiple hours before the main event, but most of the time it meant that you’d be especially sore afterwards. He was almost always gentle because of how terrified he was of hurting you, but his cock was just so big that even when he tried his best to not be too rough, you ended up with a bruised cervix or throat anyway. 

You had already been teasing his cock for a while before he took over, suckling on the tip and bobbing up and down, never taking him in your throat. He had even let you lick and suck his balls while you slowly pumped his cock— You always loved whenever he was able to be patient enough to let you enjoy yourself and worship him properly. 

However, all of that meant that you were already getting worn out. You and Bucky haven’t had any time for intimacy in over a week though, so you silently hoped he’d be pent up enough that this wouldn’t last a really long time…

He continued fucking your throat, occassionally letting you pull away to cough and catch your breath. Finally, after probably 15 minutes of that, his sounds were getting louder and his thrusts more frantic. 

He suddenly yanked you off and grabbed your hair with one hand, using the other to rapidly fist his cock. You knew what was coming— pun intended— so you opened your mouth and waited. 

This was another side effect of the serum that was both a blessing and a curse, depending on the circumstances. If you had time to clean everything up, it could be amazing, but if not… well, the mess was a pain in the ass to deal with.

Hot come suddenly shot out of his cock, landing on your face, startling you out of your thoughts. You moaned and opened your mouth wider, hoping to catch some inside, but that usually wasn’t a problem. He let out a grunt as his grip on your hair tightened almost painfully— but still somehow being overly cautious too. 

Thick ropes of his seed were covering your entire face— Some landing in your mouth, some in your hair, and some on your brow bone, forcing you to close your eyes when it rolled down. You could feel globs of it dripping off of your face onto your chest. 

When you thought he was done, there was always more. After a while though, once almost the entire surface of your face was covered, he aimed the rest into your mouth. You didn’t swallow, and just let it pool there, moaning at the taste and how much you were getting— most likely also because of how long it’s been for both of you. 

Finally, after another few seconds, he let out a satisfied grunt and loosened his grip on your hair, but didn’t let go completely. “Good girl.” He gruffed. You waited with your mouth open, knowing he only wanted you to swallow after he gave you permission. “Scoop it off your face and put it in your mouth.” He ordered, panting quietly as he recovered. 

You reached up and started with your eyes, swiping up the come and depositing it into your mouth. It still heavily coated your lashes, but you were at least able to open your eyes now. After that, you pushed all of the come that was on your cheeks, nose, and chin into your mouth, then wiped up the come on your forehead, depositing that into your mouth as well. When you finished, you looked up at him, waiting for his next command. 

“All of it.” He said sternly, glancing at your chest. You blindly reached down and felt around for it until the majority was scooped onto your fingers, then added that to the almost overflowing pool of come in your mouth. “Good girl.” He smirked, leaning down. You blushed at the proximity, but couldn’t move even if you wanted to because of his hand in your hair. When he spit into your open mouth, you let out a choked moan, the ache in your cunt getting even worse. “Swallow.” You closed your lips and had to swallow twice to get all of it down. When you opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue, he gave you a proud smile. 

“Such a good girl…” He cooed, releasing your hair to flatten his hand on the back of your head, petting your hair gently. “Fuck— you always take it so good, doll.” He groaned under his breath, as if he was talking to himself, rather than actually giving you a compliment. You blushed and looked away bashfully under his intense gaze as he studied you. The sight of your eyelashes still clumped together and the faint glow on your skin from the residue of his come had his cock stirring back to life in seconds, already eager for more.

“Tell you what, princess,” he said, wrapping a hand around his cock, stroking slowly, “be a good little girl for me and bend over, okay? I want to fuck you while you lick up the mess you made.” He smirked, glancing down at the drops of your spit and his come that had landed on the flood. 

[lazysoulwriter]

My Man, My Rules - Rafe Cameron

There was a fight. Of course, there was a fight.

Because Rafe Cameron couldn’t go one week without being knee-deep in some rich-kid drama.

And as usual, it all started with some guy looking at him the wrong way. Or maybe breathing too close. Or—God forbid—standing within a five-foot radius of her.

So now, here he was, blood dripping from his nose, shirt torn at the collar, grinning like he just won a championship fight, while his friends stood around awkwardly, avoiding her gaze.

She, on the other hand, was livid.

“Oh, great. Just fucking great,” she started, storming up to him. “Again, Rafe? You really have one brain cell, and you let Topper borrow it for the night, huh?”

“Baby—”

“No.” She raised a finger, effectively shutting him up. “I swear to God, Cameron, if you get into one more fight, I will personally beat your ass myself.”

The entire party went silent.

Kelce let out a low whistle. Topper looked like he wanted to crawl into a hole. Even the guy Rafe had just fought—some dude from Chapel Hill who probably just wanted a beer—was staring like he had just witnessed something far more terrifying than Rafe Cameron’s right hook.

Rafe, though? He just looked amused.

“You done?” he asked, licking his busted lip.

She stepped closer, grabbing his face with both hands. “Oh, I am not done. In fact, I’m just getting started. Because you know what, Rafe? You’re mine. My man. And that means I get to decide if you’re allowed to get your dumb ass into fights.”

He blinked. “I’m… not allowed?”

“That’s right,” she snapped. “Not. Allowed. What the fuck do you think this is? Some fight club for trust fund babies? No, sir. We are done with this. From now on, I make the rules. You got a problem with someone? You tell me. You feel like punching someone? You tell me. You wanna get your knuckles bloody? I will find you a punching bag, Rafe Cameron, but it will NOT be at a fucking country club party.”

Rafe looked at her for a long second. Then, he smirked. “Kinda hot when you boss me around like that.”

She groaned, letting go of his face only to smack the back of his head. “Are you hearing me? You are banned from fighting. BANNED.”

“Banned?”

“BANNED.”

“…Like, for life?”

“Oh my fucking God—”

She turned to the crowd, gesturing wildly. “Does ANYONE else want to tell this idiot what I’m saying before I lose my mind?”

Kelce coughed. “I think she means you’re not supposed to fight anymore, bro.”

Rafe scoffed. “Yeah, no shit, Kelce—”

She grabbed his chin again, forcing him to look at her. “Do. You. Understand. Me?”

His smirk softened just a little. “Yeah, baby. I understand.”

She narrowed her eyes. “Do you really?”

“I do.” He leaned in, pressing a quick kiss to her nose. “I promise.”

She squinted, trying to decide if she believed him. Finally, she sighed and wiped some blood off his cheek with her sleeve. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

“I am cute,” he agreed. “And strong. And—”

“Do not make me take it back, Cameron.”

He grinned, wrapping an arm around her waist. “C’mon, let’s get outta here.”

She sighed dramatically but let him pull her away. “Fine. But if I ever catch you fighting again—”

“I know, I know. You’ll beat my ass.”

“Damn right, I will.”

Rafe smirked, tugging her even closer. “My scary little girlfriend.”

She rolled her eyes. “And don’t you forget it.”

[whomst-art-thou-whomst-whomst]

I hate this but I LOVE it

Because all of these years have built up to this, the culmination of the “Adam style” problem between Leo and Adam.

First season, Leo is shocked by Adam’s way of doing things but is so happy to have him back, he pretty much lets him do whatever. Things are so tentative that Leo just goes along with things, especially since he’s still processing that his best friend is even alive as well as his own perceived failures as a cop.

In the second season he is exasperated and frustrated by Adam’s refusal to involve him in his father drama, but out of fear he still largely lets it all go and defers to Adam until the showdown in the forest, where Adam arguably hits his lowest point in terms of the Adam style—and it horrifies Leo. Adam looks horrified himself by what he’s almost done, by what he’s forced Leo to do. All the same, considering it’s Roland-related, we know he’ll forgive Adam.

In the third season, Leo strays into trying the Adam style himself a bit in the investigation, but is largely able to justify his actions to himself and Esther in the name of saving Adam, and even involves Pia; it’s still to do with Roland, so Leo simultaneously feels a lot of guilt and no guilt about doing things Adam’s way, but maybe he also feels here like he doesn’t have the right to criticize Adam’s choices.

In the fourth season, he’s back in denial about Adam doing things on his own even as he knows Adam’s doing it, even as he knows Adam is keeping things from him, because everything that happened to Adam has made him feel guilty and tired—but he’s also getting weary of being left out, and the sense that Adam doesn’t trust him and maybe doesn’t reciprocate his care is wearing Leo down.

So in the fifth season, it’s mixed—we start with a terrible break between them at the lake, but after the little old lady’s car crash, Leo tries to adopt Adam’s style impulsively in a fit of righteous anger, with mixed results. However, by the end, there’s been a little peace made, because he’s realized that even if Adam does things his way, he does care about Leo and wants to protect him, so there’s an understanding.

Finally, in EdN, during a case that eventually involves his own team, we see that Leo has accepted Adam’s style, albeit within limits; he won’t let Adam turn off the camera during interrogation, but tacitly allows Adam to follow the suspect afterwards, and warns him of danger but doesn’t try to stop him doing things.

So here at the end of this season, we have a full circle moment, because Leo thought his friend was dead at the beginning and here Adam clearly is terrified that Leo could be dead he’s not allowed to be, I say so and as everyone’s been commenting, it’s Adam’s reckoning with his whole approach to things. Also, the irony has to be hitting him that it’s really only after Leo finally comes to terms with Adam’s way of doing things that it ends up hurting him in a potentially life threatening way. I bet between the events of now and next season, Adam is going over that case obsessively from start to finish (and Pia too, probably) trying to figure out what he could have done differently, if doing things Leo-style would have changed this outcome.

Because as people are noting, he’s never dealt with the possibility that Leo could be dead—in danger, sure, in FdG, and that’s where we see Adam get the closest to regretting his own methods, because of how they’ve influenced Leo’s. But all the same, even when Leo’s made it clear that Adam’s style of doing things has hurt him emotionally, it’s never been like this. It’s never been something that they can’t come back from. Leo has been Adam’s constant, a safe harbor, and now he has to consider whether his actions, his stubbornness about doing things “his way” and keeping people at an arm’s length, have effectively cost him the person he loves the most.

I think any “Adam style” analysis links up really effectively with the brilliant “he loves me, he loves me not” analysis by @justanotherprofessionalfangirl be sure to check it out!!!

Tatort Saarbrücken: DAS ENDE DER NACHT (2025) Adam und seine Verstärkung

[kei-crocker]

So The Twisted Pitch Pals, where exactly are they living? At first, I assumed they were staying at Vlad despite the split, but would Dark Danny feel comfortable be comfortable being that close to the former halfa? I can see Dark Danny wanting to keep continuously moving around, but Danny is always in his pajamas. How they survive?

Phantom wanted to stay in one place—to "stay" and ensure his human half was safe—while Fenton couldn't stand staying anywhere for too long. So, they kept moving from place to place.

If Fenton hadn’t resisted so much, they might have stayed at Vlad’s manor in Wisconsin. But he couldn’t stand the idea of his ghost half staying with Vlad.

Phantom could have easily gotten rid of the now-human Vlad, but Fenton would never let him.

Fenton refused to stay at Vlad’s manor because he couldn’t let Phantom be with Vlad. He also didn’t want to stay at FentonWorks, as it only reminded him of the happy days he could never return to.

When they stopped by FentonWorks, they gathered supplies they might need—well, tbh, Fenton was just hiding under his old blanket while Phantom did all the gathering.

With nowhere to settle down for long, they kept moving. Though they were together, their thoughts were completely different. Phantom had no idea how to make Fenton feel better; he assumed that seeing new places might help. Meanwhile, Fenton only wanted to stop his ghost half from doing whatever he was planning. He was terrified—afraid Phantom might hurt someone—but he had no way to stop him.

So, he secretly tried to contact Vlad. Traveling with Phantom gave him more chances to do so, which is why he never outright rejected Phantom’s plans.

As for why he’s wearing pajamas—well, it’s just for character design lol

I wanted to distinguish him from canon Danny, and pajamas seemed like a decent way to do that 🤷‍♂️

It also represents how fragile he is right now. He wouldn’t survive without Phantom’s protection, wandering around in thin pajamas—especially when they had no idea where they’d end up next.

Tbh, at this point, he probably didn’t even care what he was wearing anymore.

To make sure Fenton didn’t freeze to death overnight, Phantom kept their movements limited to warmer places. He often took him to abandoned buildings or houses in low-population areas, scaring away the residents and possessing the place.

Fenton didn’t like it, but at least Phantom hadn’t hurt anyone… yet.

Rumors might start spreading—stories of a corpse-pale boy living in an abandoned house deep in the woods.

"Maybe he’s a ghost," people would whisper. "Or something else entirely."

Thanks for leaving me an ask! Hope I can draw this later:3

[revelboo]

God hi I know it SUPER isnt gonna happen like this obvs but I'm just imagining EIA Shockwave Staring at the Two Sparkbonds in the human and is like Quiet and somehow figures out the second is Megatron and he doesnt say SHIT and is just like "Uhhhh yeah. Human's fine. Soundwave, please stay back so we may talk" and Sounders just like "Mkay" and so Star and the human leave and stuff and Soundwave is like "Query: What is it that Shockwave wishes to tell me" and Shockwave is just like "Bestie idk how to say this but I think Lord Megatron is what the humans call a homewrecker." And Soundwave has to play. SO cool about everything.

🤣 Shockwave is just assuming the other bond is Soundwave’s and he just can’t understand the appeal- thinks they’re both deviants. I’ve started going back trying to add warnings to the first chapters of everything, so folks don’t get surprised if the run into my stories in the wilds of Tumblr

Psst psst @thegarageafterdark aka Storm is one of my writer buddies who convinced me to even consider Transformers smut back in the day and she’s started a Tumblr. She does fated mates Transformers stuff for Bayverse and G1

Everything Is Alright Pt 129

IDW Starscream x Reader, Soundwave x Reader, Megatron x Reader

• Wincing as Shockwave just stares at you, you’re not about to admit the other bond is Megatron’s. Can’t imagine the Decepticon leader would want that to get out. And Soundwave rescues you by reaching out to run a servo affectionately against your cheek. Making Shockwave stare at him instead, antenna back. You’re pretty sure the scientist just thinks you’re all three a bunch of freaks at this point. If he realized Megatron was also involved, he’d probably literally blow a gasket. “If a spark was to form from a full bond-” Starscream begins and Shockwave growls.

• “Illogical,” Shockwave snarls, turning away with his scanner, studying the readings. Wings lifting in affront, Starscream growls back at the scientist. Not liking the other mech’s dismissive tone. “No sparks are possible with an organic,” Shockwave adds, tone almost angry. Like the very fact that he wanted to spark you is deviant. That he wants you is obscene. Tempting him to lash out at the bigger mech to defend you. Except you might get hurt if he does, worry for you chaining his temper. But it’s something he can’t forget or forgive even if they will need his skills eventually.

• Servo trembling where he’s got it against your cheek, Soundwave wants to take you from Starscream. Press his face against you to feel the beat of your heart, your warmth. Unable to really believe that he can have this without risking everything else he has. And the Seeker scowls at him when he gives in and cups his hands around you, lifting you close. “Little one.” Just needs to hold you, to ground himself in you, because he can repair that broken bond now without any guilt. Can really have everything.

• Gently pinned against his battle mask, you’re aware of the way Shockwave stiffens. Apparently not liking the display of affection. Or you. Pretty sure that he has some sort of issue with you in particular that you can’t figure out. Maybe he’s just xenophobic? And nobody has answered your ‘how long do Cybertronians live’ question which is beginning to worry you. There’s a niggling little worry in the back of your mind about that. Because you’d been in Star and Megatron’s memories and there’d been a lot to parse through, but no real concrete sense of time. Startling when Soundwave retracts his mask and brushes his mouth against your body, apparently not caring about Shockwave watching. Had he been really worried about how long humans live?

• Wings flicking as Soundwave rubs his face against you, venting softly, Starscream wants to be angry still about you and the communications officer. To resent that you love him, too. To ask who you love more even if he’s terrified of what your answer would be. Reminding himself that you’d chosen him. Bonded fully to him. No one can take that from him. “We got our answers,” he mutters, because as entertaining as watching the scientist’s obvious discomfort watching Soundwave is, he wants some quiet time with you. Wants to talk without Soundwave or Megatron listening in. Pretend it’s just you two like it had been back then when he was happiest. Figure out this new dynamic with the other two. His new Trine.

• Following Starscream out into the hall, he’s aware that he’s getting looks. That most of the Decepticons aren’t used to seeing his exposed face. Or it could be you as he nuzzles against your body to make you squirm with breathless little protests. And he stops short when the Seeker stops, wings lifting before Starscream starts laughing. Leaning, he looks down at Rumble and Frenzy and the little human they have in tow, Rumble’s arm around them. “Oh. Hi, boss,” Rumble says as Frenzy tries to pull the human into his arms. Head lifting to stare at Thundercracker, the Seeker carrying plastic boxes full of stuff, his wings flaring like he’d been caught doing something he shouldn’t have. And you’re twisting to look too as the other human notices you and waves. “So, we need our own habsuite,” Rumble adds as Starscream keeps laughing.

Previous

[snowflake194]

As the Sky Split Open (~1300 words) x

“What are these?”

It’s been raining all week, the sky stretched grey and endless, and Eddie knows it’s just a matter of time before it starts to again. But right now—right now it’s not.

It’s not raining when Eddie takes the baggie of baked something from Buck and turns it over in his hands and so if the universe is giving him this small moment of peace before the storm, he’s going to take it.

“Chocolate chip peanut butter Snickerdoodles,” Buck tells him proudly before turning a little sheepish when Eddie gives him a look and then adds: “Jee came up with the recipe a few weeks ago. It’s actually not that bad. Surprisingly.”

And that’s just—well. It can’t be bad, can it?

“Thank you.”

“Yeah, of course,” Buck shrugs effortlessly and shoves his hands deeper into his pockets. “Try not to devour them on the way, though. Save some for Chris. And—and text. When you get there.”

Eddie inhales sharply through his nose, frozen in it for a moment too long, so he might as well take it to make sure his early breakfast doesn’t spill out onto the asphalt when he eventually parts his lips and lets out a choked, “Yeah. I will. Thank you.”

“You said that already,” Buck’s brow furrows slightly and Eddie suddenly has the very real and very terrifying urge to let it anyway.

Because it’s impossible to look at him. At the bright blue of his best friend’s eyes that are daring to bore a hole in Eddie’s soul even on the greyest of days like this one.

“No, I mean—” he swallows instead, fingers tightening around the bag as he lets something else out: “Thank you. For everything. Honestly, I don’t know where I’d be right now without you. This move probably would’ve happened before I even finished my probie year.”

He laughs and it’s a self deprecating thing but it’s also the only kind he has right now.

“Yeah, same.” It’s quiet when Buck says it, not as self deprecating as Eddie was expecting but maybe just as honest. “I mean not with the move but um…”

He looks down, shifting on his feet, and Eddie is caught in this quiet moment before the storm, unable to do anything but watch it come closer and see the way Buck licks his lips, turning the words over in this overthinker brain of his before he lets out: “Can I say something? Since we’re here and… Can I say something and can you promise not to make it a big deal?”

Eddie shrugs. He doesn’t know he’s in the eye of it. “Sure.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“No—I mean. I love you,” Buck repeats but the words have an entire different meaning now. “I am currently in love with with you, and I know that’s weird for you to hear but I wanted you to… hear it. Probably not the best timing though, but y’know.”

And that’s not fair. Because How can Eddie not make a big deal out of it when he’s long since lost hope that Buck would ever love him the same way he does Buck? How can he not when he’s long since convinced himself that Buck would never be a part of that joy he’s learning to allow himself to want and to have, not in the way he wants him to be. But how can he let that confession out, when he’s the one leaving?

And when Buck shrugs, looks at the ground, rocking on his hills, Eddie doesn’t have the time to think of a better response than the one that inevitably leaves his lips and he knows he’ll regret it later when the one that finds it’s way out is:

“Buck I gotta go…”

“I know,” Buck nods. “You should uh—you should go. I just needed to say it to your face while you’re still here and—y’know, not over the phone.”

Eddie gets that. He wishes he was brave enough to do it himself. He thinks maybe if it was any other time he would find it in him eventually, but he does need to get going if he wants to be in El Paso before night comes.

So Eddie stays quiet, and then Buck’s shaking his head frantically but still doesn’t meet his eyes, and he must think Eddie is breaking his promise and he probably is but Buck doesn’t need to know that so when Buck says—

“No, hey. You gotta go. And you promised.”

—it breaks Eddie’s heart to just leave it at that.

It’s the coward’s move, but it’s better than Buck knowing the truth and watching Eddie leave him anyway. Because this thing Eddie is feeling—this thing he’s been carrying inside for longer than he cares to admit—it’s not the kind of feeling Eddie would walk out on. And it’s not the kind of feeling he wants Buck to think it is when he does.

It’s not raining but the air is thick and wet and cold so it’s a near thing, and when Eddie pulls Buck into a hug, forces his head up to rest over his shoulder, grips him tight and breathes him in for what he’d never want to be the last time—there’s dampness on his cheeks when he pulls away.

He chooses to blame it on the air and not the stinging of his eyes.

It’s not raining when he closes the truck door behind him after another promise to call when you get there, Eddie, but the cold doesn’t bite the same way anymore, and his cheeks are still wet, and his eyes still sting, and so he can’t blame it on the air anymore.

It’s not raining, but there’s this heavy cloud around him that refuses to let the sunlight in. The one that he left standing on the curb and knows would blind him if he was brave enough to send a glance at its direction in the rearview mirror.

It’s not raining when he leaves his quiet suburban neighborhood.

But it is when he makes a U-turn a few blocks later.

It’s raining hard when he slams the door closed and runs up the walkway back to his own front door and it’s raining hard when Buck opens it with wide eyes and a confused look on his face.

“Eddie—what—?”

Eddie still isn’t sure about a lot of things. About this move or about how he’s going to fix everything with his kid and get him to come home, wherever that might be, as much as Eddie wants it to be LA. He doesn’t know a lot of things but he does know one thing and right now it’s the only one that matters and it’s this:

“I’m in love with you too,” he tells him on a shaky exhale. “I think I’ve always been in love with you. And—and I’m coming back, I promise, and we’ll have all the time in the world to figure it all out, but I needed to say it to your face before—”

It’s still raining when Buck crosses the threshold, stepping into the pouring rain with him and it’s still raining when he grabs Eddie by the collar of his shirt, drags him closer like a promise of his own, and kisses him.

It’s still raining when Eddie feels Buck’s hands shaking against the nape of his neck and the warmth of Buck’s cheeks against the palms of his own. Feels the shape of plump pink lips curling into a smile against his.

And it’s still raining.

But Eddie’s not as cold anymore.

Not with the sun shining through his closed eyelids, wrapping him in it’s arms.

[serenastark-official]

🕶️ 06: The Official “Shut Up and Listen” Guide to Talking to Fury Without Getting Yelled At 🕶️

(Because Let’s Be Honest, You’re Gonna Get Yelled at Anyway)

Alright, rookies (and experienced disasters alike), listen up. If you ever find yourself in the terrifying, no-nonsense, one-eyed presence of Nicholas J. Fury, congratulations! You’ve officially screwed up enough to warrant a personal lecture.

Or, you know, he just wants to talk. (Which is honestly worse, because if Fury wants to talk to you, it means he’s either planning something or preparing to ruin your day.)

But don’t worry, because your girl, Serena Stark, has mastered the fine art of not getting obliterated by Fury’s death glare. And now, I pass this sacred knowledge on to you.

Step 1: Read the Room

Before you even think about opening your mouth, take a second to assess the situation:

Is Fury pacing? Bad sign.

Is he standing still, arms crossed? Worse sign.

Is he taking off his sunglasses? Immediate danger.

Is he rubbing his temples like you personally gave him a migraine? You’re already dead.

If you see any of these signs, your safest move is to remain completely silent until further notice.

Step 2: Speak Only When Spoken To (Yes, Even You, Starks)

I know, I know—keeping quiet is physically painful for people like me (and possibly you). But unless you’ve got a damn good reason to say something, keep your genius commentary locked down.

Fury doesn’t do unnecessary conversation. Every word that comes out of his mouth is either: ✅ A direct order ✅ A warning ✅ A very important, life-changing piece of classified information ✅ A creative way of telling you how badly you screwed up

Your job? Absorb the information and DO NOT INTERRUPT.

Step 3: Keep Your Snark to a Minimum (Or at Least, Time It Right)

Now, I get it—sarcasm is a way of life. But this is Fury we’re talking about. He invented the “I don’t have time for this” attitude.

Some acceptable times to be sarcastic:

If he gives you permission to speak (rare, but possible).

If he’s already annoyed but not at you.

If you’re Tony Stark. (But let’s be honest, even he pushes it.)

Some BAD times to be sarcastic:

At the start of the conversation.

If he’s holding a file with your name on it.

If you’re already in trouble.

If you value your dignity and peace of mind.

Remember, Fury has infinite patience for world-ending crises but zero patience for your witty remarks unless you prove yourself useful first.

Step 4: Don’t Volunteer Information He Didn’t Ask For

Fury is not your therapist. He doesn’t care about your day, your weekend plans, or how “technically, it wasn’t your fault” (spoiler alert: it probably was).

If he asks, “What happened?”—stick to the facts.

BAD RESPONSE: “Okay, so first of all, it wasn’t exactly an explosion—”

GOOD RESPONSE: “The experiment destabilized, resulting in an unintended detonation.”

Translation: Less is more. The less you say, the fewer ways he can use it against you later.

Step 5: If You Mess Up, Own It (Before He Owns You)

Look, you’re going to mess up. It’s inevitable. But if Fury calls you out, the worst thing you can do is try to talk your way out of it.

Don’t shift blame. He already knows whose fault it is.

Don’t make excuses. It won’t save you.

Don’t argue. Fury doesn’t debate—he declares facts, and you deal with them.

A simple “Understood.” or “Won’t happen again.” will do wonders for your survival rate.

And whatever you do, do not say “technically.”

“Technically, it wasn’t my fault.” → Fury Death Stare Level 100.

“Technically, it worked before it exploded.” → Fury Headache Incoming.

“Technically, I had it under control.” → No, you didn’t.

Just take the loss and move on. Trust me, it’s the safest option.

Step 6: If You Must Speak, Make It Worth His Time

Fury has exactly zero patience for pointless chatter. If you have something to say, get to the damn point.

BAD: “So, um, about the thing that happened earlier—”

GOOD: “We contained the situation, but we need backup securing the perimeter.”

Fury doesn’t need a novel. Give him clear, direct, and useful information.

Step 7: Accept That You’re Going to Get Yelled At Anyway

Let’s be honest, no matter what you do, Fury’s probably going to yell at you. It’s just how he operates.

If you’re too reckless → You’ll get yelled at.

If you’re too careful → You’ll still get yelled at.

If you breathe wrong → Congratulations, you’re still getting yelled at.

At this point, it’s not about avoiding the yelling—it’s about minimizing the damage.

Step 8: Never Hang Up or Decline a Call from Fury

I don’t care what you’re doing—if Fury calls, you answer.

It doesn’t matter if: 🚨 You’re in the middle of a fight. 🚨 You’re sleeping. 🚨 You’re “busy” with something (or someone). 🚨 You just really don’t feel like talking to him.

The moment you hit “decline,” you’ve just signed up for a whole new level of suffering.

Best case? He calls back, more annoyed.

Worst case? He finds you in person.

And let me tell you, getting ignored by Fury is the last thing you want on your record. You don’t decline a call from the guy who can put you on a global watchlist with one keystroke.

Oh, and never let him go to voicemail. If he has to leave you a message, expect something along the lines of:

“You really just let me go to voicemail? That’s cute. You have 30 seconds to call me back before I make this your problem.”

Don’t test him.

Bonus: What NOT to Say to Fury

If you enjoy living, avoid these phrases at all costs:

❌ “I can explain.” (No, you can’t.) ❌ “Well, technically…” (I already told you—NO.) ❌ “It wasn’t my fault.” (It was.) ❌ “Relax, I had it under control.” (Oh, REALLY?) ❌ “Are you sure that’s the best plan?” (Unless you want to be put on SHIELD’s watchlist.) ❌ “I read about this on the internet.” (You are now Fury’s biggest disappointment.)

Final Step: Survive & Get Out

Once Fury is done with you, leave immediately. Do not linger. Do not ask follow-up questions unless absolutely necessary. Just nod, turn around, and evacuate.

And above all else: DO NOT GIVE HIM A REASON TO CALL YOU BACK.

In Conclusion:

Talking to Fury without getting yelled at is an art. But even if you follow every rule on this list, you’ll still probably end up on the receiving end of the Glare™.

So just accept your fate, be smart, and for the love of science—don’t make it worse.

Now, go forth and attempt not to piss off the man who always knows more than you.

(Good luck. You’re gonna need it.)

tagging people who need this the most: @emma-hope-stark-official @peterparker-thespiderman @goddess-of-birds @strangeofficial @the-ironman @under0-0s

shoutout: @the-colonel-rhodes

You’re the only one on this list who might actually handle Fury correctly. Teach the rest of us.

[basil-does-arttt]

uh uh hi signalis fandom??? i bring you... a storch and kolibri pairing...

my sweethearts <3 some infodumping about them below:

they are both stationed in a correctional facility on Rotfront. Maus is the commanding officer of the base (aside from the Falke and Adler units of course) and Rin acts as her right-hand woman pretty much. Maus denies it but Rin definitely gets some special treatment and/or exceptions which does piss off the other Storchs but uh we don't have to worry about that right now :3 as the blurbs next to them state, they each have their own manufacturing issues but one is certainly a lot more severe than the other... ill start with Rin: Her heating system is defective, as in it doesn't work at all. Especially unhelpful considering they're on Rotfront, yknow, the ice moon?? She still manages to keep her productivity at an all-time high though, despite her defect. On more than one occaision, she's gotten a warning from Adler about her water usage, since she takes so many boiling hot showers to warm up... Being a Storch she's unsurprisingly quite short-tempered and has noticable violent tendancies that probably could be better reigned in but Maus is into it so Rin gets a pass to be mean. "Interrogations" with Gestalts involving Rin as the punisher more often than not end in a bloodbath. And Rin snagging a couple of new shiny trinkets to keep for herself or share between her and Rin (maybe the other Protektor units if she's feeling generous.) She tends to get quite protective over Maus, and when the two can find a quiet moment alone together, Rin has a bit of a soft spot for her little rodent <3 now, Maus: Her Bioresenance module is defective, as in Maus can't really "regulate" the intensity of it properly. Its way too strong for any normal Kolibri unit, let alone an entire group of them at once, so Maus has intentionally cut herself off from the hive-mind in an effort to protect her fellow hummingbirds. She still works with them and communicates with them of course, she just refuses to do it through bioresenance. Does this mean more paperwork? Yes... but she thinks the tradeoff is worth it. It does have its downsides though. Without the safety net the hivemind provides to her persona, Maus has already begun to degrade in irreversable ways (no matter how many pots of tea she downs or books she finishes a day) Despite this she remains dedicated and loyal to her work, if not for herself then so she doesn't everyone else around her down. (also, after some vauge threats of decomission from Adler, she's only thrown herself further into her work to try and convince him she doesn't need replacing. Maus isn't scared of many things, but if theres one thing she's terrified of, its death.) She suffers a lot from migranes and nosebleeds a lot as a side effect of her faulty bioresenance module, and has landed herself in the facility's medical ward too many times to count because of it. the Eule nurses have even dedicated an entire room solely to Maus due to how often she's in there for Something, be it a headache, or fainting entirely while on the job. If it weren't for Falke, Adler would have had her decomissioned many cycles ago. Falke however trusts her charm of hummingbirds implicitly and keeps a close eye on Maus especially, making sure she doesn't stray too far off the deep end. Maus also has violent tendancies of her own, and works well with Rin because of it. Rin interrogating Gestalts is bad enough, but Rin AND Maus together? yeah that Gestalt isn't coming out of that room alive. or in one piece for that matter.. Maus and Rin sorta bounce off eachother in ways that i don't think are entirely healthy but hey, they're happy, so who am i to get in the way of two lesbian robot's toxic bloodbath yuri :3

[mommymilkersmac-n-cheese]

In Defense of Eurylochus...

Disclaimer: I still think he's a major hypocrite, however I think people are kind of hard on him. Also I haven't read The Odyssey yet so do with that information what you will.

I want you to imagine for a second that you are Eurylochus. You have been sailing with Odysseus for YEARS at this point and he has always been a voice of reason. You watched him mourn every single death of the crewmen that perished at the hands of Poseidon. When you wanted to abandon the crew turned to pigs on Circe's Island he convinced you otherwise. He has always been a beacon of loyalty throughout this nightmare of a journey. Then, all of a sudden, completely out of nowhere, he sacrifices six of the remaining crew to Scylla.

Can you imagine how scary that would be? They had been fighting together for like a decade (longer than that because I think they grew up together?) up to this point and Odysseus had never done anything like this before. If I were in Eurylochus' shoes I would be thinking that my friend, my captain, my leader, has officially broken. I would not see him as in his right mind and capable to lead. All of that trust and hope that had been built up until this point had been shattered in an instant. I would probably start a mutiny as well.

Overall, I'm not saying that Eurylochus starting a mutiny was the right call. I'm just saying I understand his side. Fear causes people to act. Eurylochus was terrified watching Odysseus "No Man Left Behind" of Ithica sacrifice the crew and he acted. We can't fault the man for being human.

[in1-nutshell]

I still think rally racer liaison driving Swerve in a sticky situation would be cool as hell. Swerve would be tired as shit but Rally giving him a pep/ you did so well talk would be more effective than the usual sort he gets. Perhaps the exercise cyberdopamine hit would perk him up a bit too.. I wonder if it works like tht if someone is commanding the movement of your body 🤔

Rally Buddy is back!

Hope you enjoy!

Buddy the Rally Racer driving Swerve

SFW, Platonic, Human reader

MTMTE

The off world planetary visit was Rodimus’s idea.

He managed to convince Magnus and Megatron that it was good for the crew.

Rally truthfully thought that he was just getting a bit tired of being in the ship for so long.

The nearest planet was a bit hostile to Cybertronians.

Good thing that the bots could simply go into their holoforms from the ship.

The only problem was getting Rally over there with everyone else.

They couldn’t exactly spawn into the area like they could.

Rally: “What if I just drove in someone’s alt mode?” Rodimus: “Hmm, guess that would make sense. Alright then, who—” Rally: “I choose Swerve.” Rodimus: “What?” Magnus: “What?” Megatron: “What?” Whirl: “What?” Several other bots: “What?” Swerve: “HUH!?” Rodimus: “Why him?” Rally: “He has the least flashy alt mode and small enough not to draw attention.” Swerve deflates a bit. Rally: “And I trust Swerve more to drive me there in one piece and with my lunch still in me.” Swerve perks up a bit as Rodimus groans. Rodimus: “That was one time!” Rally: “One time too many Roddy. Swerve lets start heading out.”

For once everything was going right.

Everyone was behaving, even Whirl was a bit tamer than usual.

The drinks were nice, and it was a nice change in scenery.

And the inevitable bar fight wasn’t even their fault!

The small fight between bar patrons got ugly quickly as Rodimus made the call to have everyone get back to the ship.

Most of the bots holoforms ended up vanishing into thin air as soon as they were in the clear.

Swerve made sure to grab Rally’s hand as they navigated the messy bar to his alt mode.

Only one problem…

It seemed that something was wrong with Swerve’s ability to control his engine and overall ability to move by himself.

But all other functions worked manually.

Swerve: “Ah man! This does not look good! Do you think they noticed we left the bar? Wait do you think that they know what a cybertronian alt mode looks like?” Rally: “Swerve? Swerve buddy listen to me.” They pat the seat to get his attention. Rally: “Listen, we’re going to be just fine.” Swerve: “How?! I can’t move and we need to get to the ship—” Rally: “Which is why I’m going to drive!” Swerve: “Wait what?” Rally: “You can’t exactly move, but all other functions work right?” Swerve: “Yeah.” Rally: “I can drive us back to the ship. Its probably going to feel weird and all, but you gotta trust me on this Swerve.” Swerve: “All right Rally…” Rally pats again, much softer this time. Rally: “Hey, we’ll be okay. Your alt mode isn’t a formula one, but its got speed and durability. And those are two things we need right now. We got this Swerve. Now say it, We’re gonna make it!” Swerve: “We’re gonna make it.” Rally: “C’mon! Louder!” Swerve: “We’re gonna make it!” Rally gets into the driver’s seat. Rally: “Just tell the others to get the door open. We are coming in hot!” Swerve: “Yeah! Wait wh—AAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!” Rally slams the gas, laughing while Swerve screams a bit.

Now Rally’s reputation of being a former racer isn’t well known on the ship.

It’s more of an obscure fact that gets brought up every blue moon or every other month.

Swerve was one of the first ton the ship to know about Rally’s past.

He has most of their recorded races.

But being the car under Rally’s hands was a completely different experience.

It was exciting and terrifying.

Exciting because Rally was driving and pulling stunts on his alt mode that he would have never thought about doing.

Terrifying because he has to trust the Rally won’t wreck him.

He won’t be able to stop them if something were to happen.

Skids and Chromedome are by the open door. Chromedome: “You think they’re, okay?” Skids: “Have some faith Chromedome. I’m sure they’re fine. See! There’s Swerve right there.” Chromedome: “…Isn’t it a bit weird that he isn’t slowing down?” Skids: “Kind of—GET DOWN!” Both bots duck down as Swerve/Rally used a rock ramp and flew straight into the ship. Swerve/Rally skids a bit before stopping. Skids: “Geez Swerve! A little warning next—” Swerve/Rally suddenly raced down the hall, drifting at the last second at the corner. Skids: “…What was that?” Chromedome: “I don’t think I’ve seen Swerve even drift before.” Meanwhile at the medbay… Swerve: “SLOW DOWN! SLOW DOWN!” Swerve/ Rally drifts straight into the medbay, startling the medics before doing a donut and stopping. Rally: “We did it Swerve! You did amazing!” Swerve was trying to get over the several exciting/ near death experiences. Swerve: “Yay…” Velocity: “Swerve?” Rally opens the door. Rally: “Can someone take a look at Swerve? He can’t move by himself.”

Swerve gets fixed after a couple of minutes.

Rally stayed by his side the entire time.

The minibot going on and on about how exciting yet terrifying the experience was.

Gives so many compliments and praise to the human that they are just a flustered mess.

News about Swerve/Rally’s drifting and tricks gets around fast.

A few days later, Rally gets a bunch of bots asking to put on a show like the one with Swerve and offering themselves to them to drive.

Magnus has to get involved in making sure there is order in check with the line of bots wanting a turn to get driven.

They also get free drinks at Swerve’s for an entire week.

[redlenai]

Aaaahhhhhh I really wanted to make a version of Derek utilizing his original personality so nothing better than using the Anti-Tulpar AU!

Icarus!Derek takes his job as the Icarus's Doctor seriously, he keeps tabs on the mental and physical health of the other crew members, makes notes about their habits and patterns. He is not taken seriously as he is the youngest, thus its usually easy to see him wearing a frown and a raspy voice. He is quite stubborn, and learned the hard way to not be "annoying and bossy" during his psych evals and body check ups. He has marks on his tongue from constantly biting it everytime he wants to talk back at the others.

At the beginning of the haul, since it was his first, he seemed to smile more and joke around, he started to keep his distance after learning the "dynamics" within the group.

He tries his best to hide the fact he is terrified of Captain Grant and, while still needing to man up to tell him (And by extension, Anya and Daisuke) to stop beating the Janitor so often, if they don't want to waste medical equipment for when they actually need it. He is constantly mocked and disregarded but at least they lower the intensity of their "activities"

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Relationships with the Icarus crewmembers:

Captain Grant: Terrified of him, he always pays close attention to the Captain's moves, he has a bad feeling about him. And he was right, the first time Grant tried to burn a cigarette on his hand, Derek was lucky enough to use his coat's sleeve to prevent being burnt

Accountant Daisuke: At first they got along, but eventually began to resent him for being a bully, he has to act friendly and tolerate his personal space being invaded, as well bite his own tongue whenever the other makes comments about him "looking way too much like a girl"

Mechanic Anya: She tried to beat him once after he dared to defend the Janitor from her, however she hurt her wrist from wielding that axe so often and required treatment. Derek promised to keep her main tools intact as she allowed him the same treatment

Chef Swansea: He is probably the only person he genuinely hates with a passion, as the old man wears that "sweet grandpa" face while still being an observer, entertained at the abuse that goes around the ship. Yet, Derek is aware the old man is also scared of the Captain.

Janitor Jimmy: He feels sorry for the older man, he has to patch him up so often that they almost spend all the time together, however, in order to prevent the Janitor from getting hurt even more and Derek to protect himself, he has to tell Jimmy to scream as hard as he can while in MedBay, to give the impression the Doctor is a Mad one that tortures whoever falls "his patient". They weren't anything, but there was longing and unspoken feelings.

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In my Anti-Tulpar AU, things began to turn awful the moment that Daisuke and Anya discovered that the Janitor's bandages weren't covering any bruises, in fact, his body was almost healed from the last beating he received, which made them immediatly tell their fearsome Captain. It was time to put the Doctor in his place, they not only beated the crap outta Derek, but him, as stubborn he is despite being outnumbered dared to fight back. He managed to stab a scalpel on one of Anya's hands and hit Daisuke wit his Medi-Kit.

He then was restrained by the Captain, who already was bigger and stronger than him.

He didn't only receive a beating but he was humilliated by being forced to strip down and apologize, completely naked, that's when they find out about the Doctor's "identity". Anya leaves, but hoped to hear some good, genuine, real screams this time.

Daisuke is the one who commits the SA, while the Captain just enjoys the view. But then he gets creative, and starts forcing Derek to take pills, one after the other while the Accountant has his fun. When they finished they realized they got it too far, the Doctor was dead. As they couldn't dump his body in space, they shoved him in the ship's incinerator to get rid of the evidence.

The Janitor, after losing the only thing that kept him sane and the beating became even more intense, crashed the ship. He managed to blame Captain Grant for it. By telling the rest of the crew that Grant panicked when he received HR's faxes, demanding to know why the psych evals weren't arriving, nor any update from the Doctor (Which in fact were true, those faxes did arrive but Jimmy was the one around who received them while cleaning the Cockpit).

Now that the Captain was being hated and received the damages of the crash, and the Janitor being the only one who knew how to "care" for him, he slowly began to kill each of the crewmambers by following the notes the late Doctor left.

First he killed Swansea by poisoning the food he was making, as the notes said that the old man always tasted the food first and not in small quantities.

Then he kills Anya, as she has been wounded by the Doctor and was left with only one hand to actually defend herself or even try to beat him up. He kills her by shoving her onto a broken vent in MedBay, her lower half mauled by it. (The vent was broken by Grant and Daisuke during the assault)

Before dying, the Mechanic complains that she didn't deserve this, as she wasn't the one that raped and killed the doctor.

That left Jimmy with the obvious two suspects, he kills Daisuke with the axe, first in his groin, then in his head.

Now that Grant was the only one left, the Janitor has finally lost it, he endured a long long time with his childhood friend's treatment, always Grant, never sharing his toys but would demand Jimmy to share his, until he broke them. Jimmy was only returning the favor, he was BREAKING IT.

He cannibalizes the former Captain, making sure he felt as much pain as possible, the Janitor still talking in a sweet manner about their time together, the past. He then began to inflict the same pain he received, several times. After he was done there was no white bandages left in Grant's body.

The Janitor promised, they were both villains. People will remember that, people will know that. So he puts Grant in the cryopod, where Derek's notes and journal were. There was the evidence the Captain and the crew tried to hide. Before shooting himself, Jimmy expressed regretting sticking so long with his "friend" it was horrible, but hey, one last thank you for the job, he got to know an angel at least and that angel indeed watched over him until the very end.

[c0rrupt-mutt]

Big bro who keeps stealing your clothes and you can't figure out why.

At first it's just a couple t-shirts, not too noticeable at first, you probably just keep leaving them lying around somewhere dumb. But then you notice your underwear are going missing too. It's just too weird, there's no way you're misplacing this many things. It has to be your stupid big bro, there's no other explanation. He's always hanging around trying to bother you, always invading your personal space and teasing you, this is probably just some dumb prank to see how long it takes for you to notice. Pissed off, you storm to your big bro's room and barge in without warning. And oh.

Oh.

Your big bro is sprawled out naked on his bed where he has his face buried in one of your stolen t-shirts, whining, whimpering, and apologizing pitifully into it as he jerks himself off into a pair of your stolen boxers.

It takes him a moment to realize what just happened. When he does, he begins to scramble, he throws the shirt and boxers to the side and tries to cover himself up while stammering panicked excuses.

After recovering from the initial shock of seeing your big brother in such a pathetic state, you start to move. Closing his bedroom door behind you, you step forwards to stand in front of him where he sits in his bed with his blanket now haphazardly covering his lap. You interrupt his frantic rambling with a soft "hey, it's okay bro".

He looks up at you slowly, still looking thoroughly ashamed and terrified of how you'll react. You smile back down at him gently before moving to lower yourself onto his lap, straddling him over the blanket. He immediately starts to panic again, moving to shove you off and letting out confused protests but you wrap your arms around the back of his neck to hold on and shush him until he calms down some.

"Hey it's okay, really" you say when he finally gives up on pushing you off of him. "Next time just ask to use me though, I kinda need my clothes" you tease.

You can feel his already hard cock jump at that underneath you. With a roll of your hips, you grind down against him, successfully drawing another whimper out of your big bro. You grab his hands and move them to your ass in encouragement. You lean forward to whisper in his ear.

"Come on big bro, take what you really need".

[rosurie]

💙🧡 for the ask game :3

I'll do all 4 since there's was no specification..and I like yapping •̀⩊•́

💙 - Do they have someone they hate? An enemy, rival, or just a nuisance

Noé - in game, he can't stand Kylar because of his potential to kidnap Damsel and his constant atrempts to fuck her. basically anyone he views as a threat to Damsel's physical safety is on his shit list. despite Sydney being his main LI, he resents her also. not really hatred but like he starts corrupting her to be his follower out of spite.

if we're talking other pcs, Cody [@/sweetestflow3rs] very easily riles him up and he does NOT fuck with him. he's also not the biggest fan of Fragola [@/poisonedstrawberry] but he's not as like personally irritating to him.

Damsel - in game, Leighton and Remy. not sure why, they just activate my fight or flight so bad and she inherited that trait. she avoids Remy at all cost and blackmails Leighton.

other pcs, so far just @/bad-wink-scribbling's Brooke and that's specifically because he does things with the sole purpose of pissing her off. and because he harasses Yunie and miss Yunnifer is her best friend 😤

Tamayo - she doesn't really have enemies but she does get really annoyed by Morgan when she's trying to stumble home through the sewers yo avoid other people and here she comes claiming she's her daughter.

Tomoe - the only people to truly annoy Tomoe [he doesn't really feel strongly enough to hate people] were Remy, Eden, Black Wolf, and Great Hawk. most of these are just cause he doesn't like to be confined to just one place. he hates it. and Remy nabbed Tamayo off the streets and may have been her first push into her suicidal variant of masochism so he's got a grudge against her.

🧡 - Does your pc have angst? If, so what's the most traumatizing thing that has happened to them?

Noé - Not really, yet anyways. Noé's angst is intrinsically tied to Damsel's angst since he hasn't had many bad things happen yo him that have severely affected him.

Damsel - yes! she was beheaded in a ritual. she doesn't remember much from that time but she woke up naked, covered in blood and bruises, and surrounded by dead cultists. She ignores this trauma, but still gets anxious seeing dead bodies and she doesn't want a blade anywhere near her neck. Despite all her threats to kill a man *coughBrookecough*, she probably wouldn't be able to do it unless she was in a volatile state and it happened by accident.

Tamayo - boy does she. this girl is angst central since she was my first pc, my trauma baby. but the most traumatizing thing to happen to her pre suicidal ideation permeating her brain was her time in the underground farm. sure her first punishment from Bailey made her see herself as a commodity, but her time in the underground farm left her with masochism and thoughts of dying violently.

Tomoe - Tomoe is genuinely so detached from his non horny emotions that any angst he does have, he ignores. he does remember overdosing on accident once though. not that it stopped him, he's just way more [subconsciously] cautious with the amount of party drugs he takes cause he was genuinely terrified of dying.

[annasmafroo]

I felt silly

MERCS ON THE ROLLERCOASTER

Scout: is acting brave in front of you, puffing his chest, all hero-like and saying that this ride is for BABIES, but the moment the cart sets off he screams like a little girl for the duration of the whole ride. Would again be acting brave and saying that the ride wasn't a big deal when it ends. Would come up with a million excuses not to go again tho.

Soldier: LET ME SHOW YOU HOW A REAL MAN RIDES THE ROLLERCOASTER. Screams until he's hoarse. So that Rollercoaster is afraid of him instead!!! Take that! He IS having fun tho. Would be overly eager to go again and will drag everyone he manages to grab with him. You included. Pyro: SO HAPPY ABOUT THE RIDE, is giggling and letting out excited cries during the ride with hands in the air and all that. Gets kitten-like hiccups that haunt him after the ride but the fun was worth it. You will need to restrain Pyro from running to the cart for another ride because they might get sick. Yes, it happened before. Demoman: NO. Don't let that man on the ride ever, unless you're evil enough to want to cause a major chaos with everyone needing a doctor and to dump their clothing into the dirty laundry. By the end of the ride he won't bat an eye and say it was fun. Better take him there when he's sober. Would be a special occasion, indeed. Jokes aside, he'd have great fun, he'd especially love the feeling of wind against his face. Heavy: Probably never tried one before. Doesn't get the fun at first but somewhere in the middle of it starts to enjoy himself a lot, chuckling and having fun. Would feel a little dizzy afterwards but still it was great fun for him and he'd be thankful that he got coaxed into trying the rollercoaster. Engineer: He's having fun! But he gets very quiet when it ends... He's thinking. What if he built his own insane ass rollercoaster?! Accepting requests from other mercs on what to add. This will be hell on earth and you contributed to it by taking him on the ride. Medic: Gladly agrees for the ride and has fun, he's a simple man. Would talk for an unhealthy amount of time with the park's staff about the rollercoaster incidents, fatal mostly, and if they ever happened in their park. Please, take this man by the hand and lead him away before he asks the ticket lady if he can scoop what's left of someone if the next ride is gonna end up in tragedy. Sniper: Surprisingly, genuinely terrified but tries his bloody best not to show it in front of you and other mercs (he wants you to have fun and the mercs not to MAKE fun of him). Being somewhere up high to scope in and wait is ONE thing but falling down at extreme speed even in safety of the rollercoaster cart is a whole different shit. Holds onto his hat for dear life. DOESN'T want one more ride. Spy: Isn't a big fan of rollercoasters. No enthusiasm for it. But if you want to, he will go there. Has his fun purely because he enjoys seeing you happy. The ride leaves him with a nice warm feeling in his chest because he gets to see you smile.

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May I ask a question? In your Twisted pitch pals au-

What's Vlad doing in all this? Like, how does he feel about Danny’s ghost half essentially kidnapping him? I imagine he might be a little freaked out or concerned

I've been thinking about this situation, and I feel like Fenton might have personally convinced Phantom before leaving Wisconsin Manor. He would have done everything he could to make sure Phantom didn’t hurt Vlad.

At that moment, Vlad might have felt a sense of humiliation toward Fenton. After all, he owed his life to a kid he had always considered several steps beneath him. Of course, that feeling probably wasn’t too strong—at least not at the time—since he was too overwhelmed by sheer terror to dwell on humiliation. In the show, Vlad had already lost to Danny quite a few times, but up until TUE, Danny had never defeated him purely through sheer power. (I think that was the case even until the finale, but I don’t remember Phantom Planet at all, so I can’t say for sure.) Danny always compensated for his lack of strength with cleverness.

But now, without Plasmius, Vlad is nothing more than a powerless human. Meanwhile, Dan Phantom has not only fused with his own ghost half but also absorbed Plasmius, making him unimaginably powerful—and on top of that, he harbors a deep and personal desire to kill Vlad. At the moment he was attacked, Vlad probably had little room for any emotion other than fear. But once the situation settled down and Phantom left with Fenton, he would have had plenty of time to think.

I've always thought Vlad was a well-crafted character—deeply layered, with complex motivations. His obsession with Danny has a clear purpose (replacing Jack), but TUE makes it clear that he doesn’t see Danny as just a means to an end. I believe, to some extent, his concern for Danny was genuine.

So when Phantom took Fenton away, that concern likely started creeping in, though he was too terrified and injured to stop it from happening.

As time passed and he regained his composure, he would have started reflecting on everything. Once Fenton was lucky enough to contact him, Vlad’s thoughts and objectives would have solidified.

It’s possible he would try to use Fenton’s reluctantness toward Phantom to bring him back under his control. Vlad is highly calculating—he wouldn’t pass up an opportunity if he saw one. He might also see this as a way to reclaim his ghost half. Ideally, he would want Danny Fenton as a complete halfa, but if he deemed Phantom uncontrollable and too great a threat, he might decide to eliminate him and claim only Danny Fenton, the human boy, as his son.

Valerie would likely play a role in this scheme as well. Fenton, of course, wouldn’t be happy about any of it.

As this process unfolds, any lingering guilt Vlad has toward Fenton would fade, replaced by an even stronger obsession. Just as with Phantom, Danny has become the only person in the world he truly loves—aside from himself. And along the way, he might justify his actions by convincing himself that everything he’s doing is for Danny’s own good.

Thanks for leaving me an ask! <<3 it's fun to think how Vlad goes here after these all incidents 😖