#Im vibrating at the speed of light rn

[krisseratops]

HE'S BAAAAAAACK!!!!!!

HOLY FUCKING SHIT

🤍🖤🤍

[averageapplejuicelover]

Doom monsters my beloved

I don't know exactly how it's started, but I've an obsession with Hell Knights from DOOM eternal. Besides, I discovered DOOM thanks to Hell Knight and I haven't played Eternal yet. (I finished DOOM 1, 2, and now I'm playing 64 and 3 at the same time.). Anyway, I have a sort of fascination and love with hell knights so I created an OC. His name is Sadalsuud (It's the name of a star), and he has as many different stories as scenarios I create in my mind. What you need to know about him is that he is much friendlier than his peers and that he loves butterflies. The girl kissing him in the drawing represents both me and my OC. Depending on the universe, she's a human, a mushroom fairy, or even a Doom Slayer. Well, I've said enough like that 🤣 It's already strange enough, there's no need for me to add more 🥲

[facethesuns-moved]

im sooo excited for dino's mixtape like. i am vibrating a the speed of light rn just thinking about it

[cerealmonster15]

ALL OF HEARTSLABYUL FOR UNHINGED CHARACTER BINGO‼️‼️‼️

VIBRATES AT A NORMAL SPEED I AM SO NORMAL ABOUT HEARTSLABYUL LET'S GO

[bingo link!]

actually. using a readmore bc there are Five Character Bingos and i like to talk under all of them LOL

RIDDLE RIDDLE BELOVED BABY SON RIDDLE:

[TWO BINGOS i forgot to cross them tho lol] thats my baby son BOY!!!!! I FUCKING LOVE RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS HES MY BABYYYYY!!!!! riddle was one of the first characters i told my partner about when i was trying to explain twst to him and we very often refer to it as Riddle Game jfksjkfl. for my birthday and stuff sometimes my partner gets me riddle themed things - i have a riddle little guy hanging on the wall and my partner found his union bday jacket patches that i bought a jacket to go with and im... EVENTUALLY going to sew them on so ill have a RIDDLE JACKET [rn theyre pinned to it i just have to take my damn sewing machine out and DO IT!!!!] i love him DEEPLY and i relate to him on . some personal levels. DONT WORRY ABOUT IT but he is my special little boy with so many problems but he has also GROWN and i AM SO PROUD OF HIM AND WHWUWHFEHHRGH hes made FRIENDS 😭😭😭😭😭 hes such a wild little firecracker and I can and will talk about riddle FOREVER. forcibly cutting myself OFF bc we have MORE CHARACTERS to go!!!

also i think riddle probably needs a hug and would benefit greatly from it but would also Not Be Adjusted to hugs you must be GENTLE with your approach or he will BITE!!!

JUICE SPADE LIGHT OF MY LIFE:

this made me realize hes actually probably one of the more well adjusted characters in twst jfkldjsfklds hes a good boy!!! he loves his mom and his mom loves him!!! hes doing his best!! he loves his friends even if sometimes hes shy about it lol!!!! i didnt circle the therapy one even tho tbh i feel like everyone in twst could deeply benefit from it i jsut jklfdsj feel like that square is reserved for the more Severe Cases of Needing Issues Sorted jlkdsfkld. and obviously i want him to be happy but i feel like he mostly already is!!! anyway. my absolute baby of boys. i think i have the most SSRs of him than any other character in my game kfjsdjklfj he was my first freebie ssr dorm card and i work at trying to get it uncapped as much as possible i want juice to be my STRONGEST BOY!!!!!! I LOVE HIM ID KILL FOR HIM THATS MY SON!!!! ill marry his mom if thats what it takes to Make Him My Son For Real fjsdkfjklefjskldjflJKLSDJKKFLJSDKLFJ

moving ON!!!!

CAY CAY DIAMOND MY BELOVED CAYCAY:

[TWO BINGOS AGAIN] caycay is both FUN IN THE SUN but also. melancholic enigma. hes got some Issues going on below the surface that's like blink and u miss it since it's mostly only breadcrumbed in a few side stories but enough to make us like HEY whats going ON over there!!! but not too much to have me be like HORRIBLE SAD FOREVER BOY either. i think it's like. a mixed situation. but mysterious enough that we just dont know how far it goes. he's deeper than he seems and that's INTERESTING. but ALSO on the surface he IS a very fun goofy guy that loves his friends!!!!!! god i have very specific feelings about him and also. relate to him in certain ways Dont Worry About It but fjksdjlkfsd i love him. i want him to be happy. i have a Very Specific Way that i see his character and i turn into a rabid beast when i feel like people dont quite GET IT!!!! but sometimes thats a me problem LOL. other times tho. other times im like Did You Read The Same Game I Did Bc I Dont Think You Did RIDDLE AND CATER ARE FRIENDS IM GONNA BITE PEOPLE THAT THINK THEYRE NOT anyway. im very normal about cater diamond and his relationship to heartslabyul.

basket ball baby boy ACE:

i feel like it doesnt come across as much bc outside of my screaming about heartslabyul as a Unit i dont really scream about ace by himself ksldfjs but i actually really love ace a lot LOL hes SUCH a funny little guy. definition of a rascal and a shithead JFKSLJFSJK but i love him actually. i think it took longer for me to like him at first bc hes kind of a bitch but i quickly realized "oh this is villain school for villains and Everyone Is A Bitch" LOL and it's so fun. love that for him. ace is a little bastard who loves to cheat and lie and it's so funny thinking about that just Being His Thing. im obsessed with how in book 3 they were like "we need to sneak our way into the museum" and im p sure ace was like "yea let me lie my way through distracting the guard you guys wouldnt stand a chance you need my lying powers" and hes RIGHT. but also i think hes a really good boy when it counts 😭 hes a BASTARD but he LOVES HIS FRIENDS. Like he and juice are SO ride or die with the main character theyre the BESTIE TRIO + GRIMMY... THEY LOVE EACH OTHER!!! they took PUBLIC TRANSIT to come save MC when we called them in book 4 and then never answered again lkdfsjj and they were WORRIED when we vanished in book 6 + were up in arms about grim getting captured bc THATS OUR SILLY LITTLE CAT!!! and also in book 6 [many book 6 feelings SORRY a LOT happened in that book that ill never be over omg i love it so much] UM UM UM i love how when everyone is like "oh ill give my money to ramshackle!!" ace was like "well im not" LOL hes so funny. but like he was also really nice to juice i think 😭 like juice was feeling the moral dillema of "my mom and i could really use that money but i feel like i have to donate to my friends shitty dorm like everyone else" and ace was the one that told him like "dude dont worry about it you dont gotta be a hero. im keepin my money cuz i want cool shoes. ur fine." and like. it was silly but sweet 🥺 or like in fairy gala 2 when he went to go check on ortho..... sweet boy... ^ love that i rambled More about ace than the others im def more insane about fklsdkjfdlsjf ace is that sleeper character that Gets Me when im not expecting it LOL also i just dont talk about him as much so i didnt cut myself off immediately LOL i could def go longer about the others. forever.

OK ANYWAY TIME FOR TREY:

i also dont talk as extensively about trey but Love Him dearly. all the heartslabyul boys got that "if anything happens to them ill blow up" "id kill anyone who hurts them" and "id take a bullet for them" BC I LOVE HEARTSLABYUL SO MUCH!!!!!! THOSE ARE MY SILLY LITTLE GUYS!! trey is so funny to me. like he. whats with the teeth thing trey. jksdlfsd it's SO funny to me his hobby is brushing his teeth. there's at least one or two times i think it's mentioned where he checked ace and deuce's teeth bc like? ?? ? ? i think in one of his voice lines he said it's a habit from doing it with his little siblings [BIG BROTHER BEHAVIOR SO SWEET WAGHGHGHGHHH] and i think there's a card story where ace was trying to skip out and cut corners on the Teeth Ritual and trey was like Not On My Watch 🧍‍♂️ jkfjsdjf hes so funny. he literally went into fanboy mode in halloween 2 when he found out sebeks dad is dentist. he tries so hard to be seen as A Normal Guy and yet hes Like That. hes science club besties with resident freak ROOK HUNT [beloved i love u rook hunt]. his childhood friends are teapot tyrant riddle and wildcard catboy chenya. his other bestie is terminally online partyboy caycay. he loves stupidass little jokes and he + cater sometimes like to lightly terrorize the underclassmen for funsies skjfjklsjf. friendly boys with an Evil side jfkldsjkldskljf.

also. do not get me started on his friendships with riddle and cater. i can and will go insane about the three of them oh my god if i think about them too long i get emotional and we'll be here forever. theres so much complexity there but also i WILL bite anyone that tries to say cater and trey's friendship is all a lie + surface level only or that trey cares about riddle more ILL BITE ILL BITE ILL CHEW. yknow what i didnt circle the 10 hour speech about trey or ace but tbh i could. those two it would be more about them and their relationships with other characters but LISTEN TO ME i love heartslabyul. SO MUCH. they make me insane.

i got this ask earlier and i was like "no i will not have time to do this til im home later bc i WILL need to talk about them for 800 years. circling squares is not enough." jfkslfjsjdljf

[nerves-nebula]

Unfortunately I'll have to wake up in 4 hours but I'll manage. I don't know, I think being prone to hyperfixation is why can't get addicted to caffeine or tobacco, because it doesn't compare to the sudden flood of endorphins or whatever those happy chemicals are called that enters my body once a fixation starts. I guess I'm just mad people downplay this shit. At the peak of a fixation you're vibrating at the speed of light unable to focus or think straight but then it fades a little and yours fine but then you crash and fall into a bad depressive slump till another fixation strikes.

Like not every post-fixation depressive episode is super bad but they can get REAL bad sometimes, like dangerous levels of bad.

This ain't no cutsey "I know a lot about bugs :)" fixation, hyperfixations are like "if I don't inject bug facts straight into my veins I'm gonna die"

Aaaaaa I dunno I might just bipolar? My mom has it but I read about bipolar and it doesn't sound similar at all .

Eh who cares, hyperfixation is not a medical term anyways, it's a community made term based on the medical term hyperfocus which is used to describe short periods of fixation rather than the long form of fixation that hyperfixation is known for. So if anyone is like "you don't have ADHD you can't use that word" shut up I researched this shit for a whole day the term hyperfixation does not show it self in any medical journal/ documention, at least the ones I found online.

Anyways I don't think I can talk much my head isn't screwed on straight right now I think if I say anything more I'll start rambling about how I feel watched and that seeing spiders is normal actually how come no one else sees spiders when they're tired (this isn't me making fun of people who hallucinate I'm just making fun of myself)

yknow i didnt actually know that hyperfixation was a community made term. learn something new every day! my heads not really on right either and i think id start saying a bunch of nonsense if i tried to have a conversation rn, and then get frustrated that people dont understand me. but i like to just listen too.

one thing im grateful for is that my hyperfixations arent so terribly depressive when they stop. sometimes i feel awful cause i want to feel GOOD again but for the most part they just kind of sadly peter out. it's typically a really long time between them too, at least for me. i know i got fixated on hunter the owl house, and he was like a bright light throughout the misery that was working at mcdonalds and my freshman year of college.

and there was an intense stunt over the summer with lego monkie kid/jttw/sun wukong, where I would draw him every day. it was so easy to fall into that story because of all the different iterations.

It's kinda funny though, because despite there being others, i still remember the joker hyperfixation being particularly intense.

anyway! point is this: we're both sooo tired but i wish you well

[saetoshis]

the toxic ex! muzan on the dash today is just 😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩

like the thought of him ruining any chances of you moving on and even if you did (which is highly unlikely cause let’s be real dick too bomb) him just ruining that too

just him catching the slightest inkling you may have a date and him showing up at your apartment before to fuck you senseless. then when the poor person you were going to see calls to see where you are he makes you pick up the phone while balls deep inside you😮‍💨

-🐙

OT KY GOD THE WAY I HAVE SO MANY TOXIC EX MUZAN THIRSTS IN MY INBOX RN XRYINF😃IDEK WHAT TO SAY HELO IM LITETJAJY?:?;$3 IM GIGGLING ACTUALY FIGFLING N SMILINF AHFHWHF:??();

[‹ MATURE CONTENT WARNINGS ›]

fem!reader, toxic ex!muzan, manipulation, degradation, [kinda] jealous sex, voyeurism (?) [your date calls you and listens to muzan fucking you], possessiveness, some dumbification, mention of creampie

it’s like muzan knows you like the back of his hand.

he’s held onto his spare key to your apartment for times like this, just so he can coincidentally show up right before you have a date. your adorable little gasp of surprise and hesitant response is warranted, of course, and all he wants to do is fuck you until that look of shock turns into one of sheer ecstasy.

“shh,” muzan puts his finger to your lips, slipping whatever outfit you had prepared for your date off of your keening body. his rasped tone shudders on your neck, “do you really think some random scumbag could possibly make you feel better than i do? mm, i don’t think so. only i know how to touch your body, fuck you just how you like it…”

you don’t even fully process his lips moving on yours, the sensual feeling lighting up every tip of your nerves as the familiar scent of his dark cologne fills your nose. it doesn’t take long until you find yourself splayed on your sheets beneath his brawny frame, thighs pushed open with his cock pressing into your cunt.

“feels good, doesn’t it? being touched like this by me again…” muzan’s words pervade through your mind like poison, and all you can do is chant out ‘yes’s as you whimper against his lips. each rut of his cock sends shivers up your spine, the filthy sound of unrelenting brash smacks making your head hazy. “that’s it… there you go, feel it all for me. you know i’m the only one for you…”

muzan can’t stand the idea of another man having and taking what’s his - and now he realizes he has to absolutely ruin you again and again until he’s the only person you can ever think of.

the more that his anger simmers in his chest, the rougher his wet thrusts get as his fingers dig into your skin hard enough to leave marks. his hand reaching up to grasp your neck, his lips parting to leave splotches of crimson on your skin - every filthy word and unforgiving stroke is completely possessed with obsessive jealousy.

“tell me who’s making you feel good right now, hm?” muzan mutters out between a pearled sneer, eyes sharp and biting as they admire your drooling, pitifully fucked-out state. his ruts burgeon in speed at your cute little whimpers of his name, and he knows he’s about to fuck you until that’s the only thing you can remember.

but when your phone vibrates on the mattress with another man’s name splayed on the screen, he has nothing but filthy ideas to take advantage of this opportunity.

“answer it. unless you want me to,” muzan leers out the words in a panted rasp, watching your shaky fingers press the ‘accept’ button before bringing it to your ear.

"h-hey," you murmur into the microphone, teeth catching your bottom lip as muzan's cock presses so far into your cunt that you swear it's touching your stomach. all you can hear is filthy smacks and your date complaining and whining about how you haven't shown up yet.

"put it on speaker," muzan sneers as his fingers dig into the plush flesh of your thighs, cock twitching with every time your walls tighten around him. he knows your body well enough to know that you're right on the verge, and the slick suddenly burgeoning around his shaft is enough of a clue.

a snapping tone of 'where the hell are you? why are you blowing me off?' resounds through the speaker, and you’re sure he can hear wet slaps with the bed squeaking in tandem through his end of the call. ‘wait- hold on, what’s that sound?’

muzan’s thumb shifts to rub harsh circles into your clit, the buzzing sensation sending you reeling into ecstasy as you cum practically on command. you’re shaking and whimpering, walls tightening around him as cock-drunken babbles of his name spill from your mouth.

“that’s the sound of your date cumming all over me… isn’t that right, pretty thing?“ muzan smirks devilishly at your chanted slews of ‘yes, yes!’ it only takes a few seconds until the man on the phone hangs up the call in a blind rage, and muzan’s back to focusing on making you absolutely addicted to him all over again.

“you can give me a few more of those, can’t you?” muzan mutters against your lips, breathing in your gasped whines and incomprehensible begs as he ruts into your now-sensitive cunt. “i’m not done until you show me how pretty a little slut like you looks with a pussy stuffed full of my cum…”

“i’m not done until i hear you say you’re mine again.”

2022 MUZANS.

tagging: @cherrykamado @aveegrex @divilyn

[baroquebucky]

buc-ees

a/n: hey guys ! I’m working on like two other timmy fics and two bucky ones rn and i just got this idea and it was too cute to not share ! this is for all my fellow Texans and for anyone who loves road trip fluff (pls excuse any typos is 1 am hehe

in which you culture timothée with the greatness that is buc-ees / overall road trip fluff

“mon amour i don’t see why we have to stop at the gas station, we have enough for well past it” timmy turned to look at you, speeding down the interstate highway. “sweetheart, oh my innocent little angel” you began, a small smile on your face as the sunset besides the two of you. “You don’t understand, if you see a buc-ees, you have to stop, i don’t make the rules” you shrugged your shoulders, getting comfortable in the passenger seat once again.

Your boyfriend sighed before looking at you again, “you don’t really want me to pull the puppy eyes out do you?” You threatened him and he groaned, knowing that as soon as you pulled the puppy eyes out, he would be so needy for your attention for hours on end, attention he couldn’t give you since it was his turn to drive. “Fine we’ll stop, i don’t get what the hype is about this dumb beaver” he sighed and you punched his arm, causing him to let out an “OW” and look at you very offended. “What the hell was that for!” He furrowed his brows at you before breaking into a smile as he saw how serious your face was. “don’t you ever disrespect buc-ee like that again” you huffed, crossing your arms over your chest and looking out the window.

“You’re stuck in this car with me for at least 10 more hours so you can’t get mad at me” he stated and a smile broke onto your face, you undid your seatbelt quickly and planted a kiss on his cheek, causing him to smile and quickly turn his head and press a kiss to your lips. “Watch the road Chalamet! We have to get there alive you know” you teased and he rolled his eyes, turning up the volume of your music.

Timmy got excited everytime he spotted a cow, always pointing and shouting “oh my god cows! look y/n there’s cows over there!” with the biggest smile on his face and you of course encouraged him, pointing out the babies when they were close enough to see. When he saw a bunch of them close to the road he literally pulled over and took a bunch of pictures of them, taking selfies with them too.

You of course were quick to post his antics on your story so that he could never deny doing such a thing. city boys huh you had captioned it, causing all of his fans to melt at his actions. The two of you were quickly back on the road, your favorite gas stop only a couple miles away. “trust me pretty boy, you will not regret this” you smiled at him as he pulled into the already packed gas station. His eyes went wide as he saw the amount of cats there, “im not gonna lie to you darling i thought you were exaggerating but i guess not” he spoke, laughing softly as he drove around trying to find a parking spot.

Once you finally found a good spot, he hopped out, rushing to open your door and you gave him a quick kiss on the lips. “You ready for the best experience of your life?” You smiled, squeezing his hand as the two of you walked in. “I can think of something much better right now” he whispered in your ear and you laughed, softly hitting his arm before shaking your head. “Trust me, it’s not.”

The doors slid open and you saw timmys mouth fall open a bit, stunned at how big the store actually was inside. Within seconds he grabbed your hand and was pulling you along, looking at all the things the store offered. “We have to get matching shirts! Let’s get this one, wait no this one, fuck it let’s get both” he smiled at you, a glint in his eyes as he grew giddy looking at all the things available in the store. Before you could even say anything, the curly headed boy had wandered off into another section, looking at the well of polished semi-precious rocks.

“can we pick out a bag for each other? Then we can always have a rock with each other and you won’t miss me when I’m gone!” He spoke quickly, pulling you to his side as you laughed at his behavior. “Kay angel hand me a bag” you replied to him, he quickly gave you a small brown bag and the two of you began sifting through the rocks.

“this one kinda is the color of your eyes” you held up the rock next to his face and he smiled, eyes crinkling as you plopped it into the bag. “This one is the color of those flowers i always buy you!” he exclaimed, quickly showing you before you nodded quickly and he put it in the bag. After thirty minutes of looking through rocks and comparing them to random things you finally moved onto the famous food items the store had.

“let’s get dippin dots!” You smiled at your boyfriend, “whatever you want mon amour” he smiled back, intertwining your fingers as the two of you waiting in line, it was a funny sight. Timmy held a bunch of shirts, two for him, two for you, and so many more for his friends and family back in New York, he held the two little bags of rocks in another hand along with a small keychain of the beaver hanging off his pinky. You quickly ordered two large cups of the delicious balled ice cream and Timmy swiped some burgers and beef jerky on your way to the counter.

The two of you practically skipped out with all the things you bought, he was almost vibrating with happiness as he gushed about how amazing the store was. You helped him open the car door and smiled at your boyfriend. His hair was messy and in his face, his wild curls matching your many baby hairs. His eyes were bright and his whole figure seemed to radiate happiness.

The two of you got into the car and began to dig into the food he had gotten, taking a bite from one of the burgers he bought, moaning as he chewed before the two of you traded so he could try the one you chose. “You were right, so much better” he smiled. “Told you so” you replied, taking a napkin and wiping some sauce off his cheek.

The two of you finished the burgers and quickly ate the dippin dots, laughing as you told him stories of your childhood and he told you funny stories of when he was filming or anything else that had happened to him. As you both finished the ice cream you remembered the beaver statue at the front of the store.

“angel i forgot to tell you, there’s a statue of buc-ee at the front of the store” you spoke, not expecting much of a reaction from him. He turned to you quickly, opening the car door and rushing to your side, pulling you out and quickly locking the car before dragging you behind him towards the statue. “Slow down!” You laughed as the boy rushed to the beaver, beaming at you when he stood next to it.

“He’s so cute! Oh my god I love him” he spoke, looking at the beaver and then at you. Quickly he handed you his phone and posed with the beaver, he quickly asked some stranger if she could take one of the two of you. “oh no timothée i look so bad right now” you protested but to no avail, he pulled you next to him and stood next to the beaver, placing you on the opposite side of the statue. He quickly thanked the lady and swiped through all the photos. The two of you dying of laughter during half of them because he wouldn’t stop making jokes. Of course he set one of them as his lockscreen, a soft smile on his face as he stared at how beautiful you looked mid-laugh.

“okay it’s already so late we should go before we get more off schedule” you started, grabbing your boyfriends hand and pulling him to the car. “You know it’s your fault” he began, falling into step next to you, “had you not told me of this heaven on earth we would’ve been far ahead” you rolled your eyes and smirked at the boy.

“would you have ever forgave me if i never told you of it?” You questioned and he thought for a second, opening the car door for you. He stood there for a minute before shaking his head and leaning down to give you a quick kiss before rushing over to the drivers side.

“you always make things so much better ma cherie” he spoke softly, smiling at you. Even in the dark of your car, only illuminated by the many lights of the parking lot you could see the love in his eyes.

“I love you so much Chalamet” you whispered, slowly leaning over the center console. “I love you so much much more y/l/l” he whispered before crashing his lips onto yours. The two of you pulled away with a smile, quickly getting back on the road and saying goodbye to timothées now favorite part of the lone star state.

[abitnotgoodiebag]

Thinkin’ About You

Title: Thinkin’ About You

Square Filled: U3 - Promise

Warnings: PWP, fluffy smut, terrible innuendo, terrible everything

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Sam Wilson

Word Count: 3,408

Summary: Each day that he spends around Sam passes by too fast and each night that he spends without him is longer than the last.

Link to AO3

Thinkin’ About You

It has been 50 hours since Bucky had seen Sam and he doesn’t know how much more time apart he can take.  Ever since that night after the Unsnappening Celebration, he and Sam have been practically glued together (the odd work thing keeps them apart for a few hours at most). Until now.  Bucky and Yo-Yo (who Sam still pretends to like even though Bucky could tell Sam wants to pee all over him at any mention of her) have been sent to New Mexico to track down one of the last known Hydra officers identified in Project Insight and the bastard is proving difficult to find.  He and Sam are forced to communicate mainly via text and Bucky is not happy about it (although he has been brushing up on his gif game). Sighing, he drops his head onto the scratchy pillow of the bland safehouse he and Yo-Yo have been assigned too. This bed is made even more terrible by the fact that Sam Wilson is not in it with him.  His phone vibrates in his hand and he stares at the latest messages in the thread.

TooCanSam: why do you do this to me?

Bucky bites his lip at the picture that comes through right after.  It’s a super close-up of Sam’s well defined V that leads down to Bucky’s favorite plaything.  The waistband of Sam’s boxers is pushed down, a gap that alludes to (but doesn’t directly show) Sam’s arousal.

Bucky bites his lower lip as he palms his cock through his briefs with his metal arm, twisting the other hand to get the best angle possible for his Sammy.  After his third attempt, Bucky is satisfied enough to send the photo to Sam. Seconds later, his secure StarkPhone chimes a new message.

TooCanSam:  Woah there, hot stuff

TooCanSam:  that eggplant emoji wasn’t lying I see

Bucky chuckled as he typed his own reply.

WeinerSoldier: you should know this dick never lies sammy😏

TooCanSam: goddamnit

TooCanSam: I miss you Buck

Bucky immediately thinks of that scene in the movie he and Sam watched last month.

WienerSoldier: my name is buck

WienerSoldier: & I like to fuck

He snorts in amusement, still absentmindedly stroking his cock through his underwear, rocking his knees side to side waiting for Sam’s reply.

TooCanSam : facepalm.gif

TooCanSam: Why are you like this?

TooCanSam: We can never just have a moment

WienerSoldier:  you insisted on tarantino day birdie

WienerSoldier:  2 more days tops

WienerSoldier:  one more pic???

WienerSoldier:  pr plz

Bucky waits with bated breath for Sam’s response.  As soon as his phone buzzes, Bucky is transfixed by the image he sees.  Sam’s briefs are not even in the frame anymore. There is nothing but smooth brown skin across the screen.  Sam’s dick is fully hard curving up and slightly to the right in the way that makes Bucky’s mouth water. Sam’s hand is cradling his balls and Bucky wishes for nothing more than to be home in their bed running his tongue over every single inch of it.

WeinerSoldier : droolface.gif

WeinerSoldier: baaaabe

WeinerSoldier: i wish i was there sucking your cock rn

TooCanSam: O yea?

TooCanSam: That definitely makes 2 of us…

Bucky bites his lip, taking a quick selfie (he knows Sam loves it when he’s all flushed with his eyes half-lidded) and sends it to Sam before shucking his briefs and the sweatpants gathered around his knees.  He glances toward the door, listening to guarantee that Yo-Yo isn’t up and around their current safehouse. He hears nothing and lays back on his pillow and runs his hand down his stomach. He imagines Sam’s hands on his body and lets out a breath as his hand reaches his cock.  Two strokes later, pre cum is leaking from the tip and Bucky spreads it around his cockhead, making it shine in the light of his lamp. He snaps a photo with his left hand and quickly sends it.

WeinerSoldier: guess I have to take care of this myself…

Bucky closes his eyes and begins stroking himself with purpose.  His grip tightens and he speeds up his rhythm, not needing anything but a quick release.  He’ll save the long drawn out shit for when he’s at home and wrapped up in Sam. His phone drops to the bed as he sticks two of his metal fingers into his mouth, wetting them thoroughly.  He slides his left hand underneath his balls, giving them a quick tug before reaching further back. He runs a blunt finger slightly thicker than his natural ones over his hole, whimpering softly at the touch.  There are definite advantages to having an arm made of vibranium and one of them was that fingering himself was always a delight. He slowly pushes inside, enjoying the unyielding vibranium, slightly cooler than his internal temperature.  Pretty soon his finger is thrusting in tandem with his right hand’s strokes bringing him right to the edge of climax. He imagines Sam fucking into him and shoves his finger as deep as it will go again and again. He groans and squeezes his dick as his orgasm hits, arching his back in pleasure as his hand is coated in his release.  He vaguely hears his phone vibrate and he sighs, looking for something to wipe himself off with. He grabs his discarded briefs and hurriedly cleans himself off before checking to see what Sam has said.

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Bucky opens the video only to be greeted by a loud moan from Sam.  The video is shaky but Bucky can see Sam’s hand moving fast bringing himself off.  Unlike Bucky, Sam has their entire apartment to himself and can be as loud as he likes (and Bucky knows that Sam likes to be heard).  His moan is filthy and Bucky watches as Sam’s abs clench and unclench as he strokes himself hard and fast. Sam speeds up even more as his voice pitches low and rough.  “Fuck, Bucky!” Is the last thing Bucky hears before Sam comes all over himself still stroking pulling every single drop out of his spent cock.

WeinerSoldier: fuck 2 days

WeinerSoldier: im coming home tomorrow and im going to fuck you until you cant walk

WeinerSoldier: i promise.  me, you,

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TooCanSam: I can’t wait. Good night, Terminator

WeinerSoldier: good night babe

WeinerSoldier: dream about my dick. c u soon

Bucky puts his phone on its charger on the bedside table and shuts off the lamp, plunging the room into darkness. Bucky needs to rest, he’s got around 14 hours to capture a nazi and get back to his guy.

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Bucky runs up the stairs to their building’s door (the very next afternoon, because Bucky doesn’t fuck around when it comes to promising Sam anything) before waving his key card frantically against the sensor.  The door unlocks and Bucky makes straight for their third floor apartment. As he enters, he hears nothing but silence.

Bucky pauses in the entry after toeing off his shoes, confused by the lack of music inside.  There are no lights on, if Bucky didn’t know any better, he’d think there was nobody home. A tiny noise from the kitchen catches his ear and he’s off immediately, desperate to see Sam again.

Sam is there bending over in front of the open refrigerator (in those goddamn gray, cotton, Polo sweatpants.  Sam knows what those do to Bucky).  Bucky’s stomach is caught by a sharp swoop of lust and He dons a predatory smile. He moves quietly until he’s close enough to grab Sam’s hips and pull him back against his groin.

“Honey, I’m home.” Bucky practically growls, dick hardening against Sam’s oh-so-delectable ass.

Sam yelps in surprise and straightens up immediately, the refrigerator door swinging closed.  Bucky takes advantage of this and pulls Sam flush against his chest and nuzzles his stubble against Sam’s neck as he lazily grinds his hips into Sam’s (glorious, wonderful, exquisite ) cheeks.

“Yes you certainly are.” Sam murmurs as he brings his arm up to tangle his fingers in Bucky’s hair (and damn does Bucky love it when Sam pulls his hair).  He turns his head and Bucky meets him halfway kissing him hungrily, having missed this something fierce. Sam turns around, wrapping his arms around Bucky’s neck enjoying the feel of Bucky’s body flush against his.  Sam bites at Bucky’s lower lip hungrily, before pulling away. A single thread of saliva follows their parting and Bucky chases it back to Sam’s mouth, planting one last lingering kiss on Sam’s lips.

“You keep greeting me like this and might just give a guy a big head.”  Sam teases, stroking Bucky’s broad chest.

Bucky drops to his knees with a gleam in his eye.  “Birdie babe, I will never in my life not be ecstatic to see you.”  Bucky grabs Sam by the hips and yanks them forward, nuzzling the cock hidden by those damn sweatpants.  He breathes in the smell of Sam as his mouth waters in anticipation of what’s to come. Tugging the (thirst trap) pants down in one swift motion, Bucky let’s the weight brush against his cheek before turning and licking lightly at the tip.  Sam groans as Bucky sucks the head into his mouth slowly, swirling his tongue around the slit. He feels Sam’s fingers grip the hair in the back of his head. Without any warning, Bucky sinks down Sam’s entire length until his nose meets Sam’s body.

“Holy shiiiiiiit.”  Sam grunts and grips Bucky’s hair tight sending shocks of pleasure through him.

Bucky hollows his cheeks and hummed.  Sam’s moan stretches out throughout the kitchen, music to Bucky’s ears.  Bucky’s dick is almost bursting out of his jeans and he can barely wait to be inside of this beautiful man.  With one last hard suck, Bucky pulls off Sam’s cock with a loud pop and looks up at Sam through his lashes licking his lips.

“Mmm.”  Bucky hums in satisfaction and Sam’s hungry look.  “Turn around.”

Sam doesn’t hesitate and immediately adjusts his position, placing his palms flat on the counter.  Bucky stares at the ass presented in front of him and licks his lips.  Not having seen Sam in days means this won’t last long, but Bucky can draw it out a little bit.  Bucky wants to sink his teeth into those cheeks and with nothing to stop him, he does. Sucking twin marks in the center of both mounds, Bucky rubs his thumbs along the cleft.

Without further preamble, Bucky spreads Sam open.  At the first touch of Bucky’s tongue, Sam cries out.  Bucky smiles as he works his tongue deeper inside Sam opening him up.  Sam is beyond words and can only whine. Bucky rubs a finger over Sam’s hole and he feels Sam clench slightly around his tongue.  He works the finger alongside his tongue and groans at the feeling Sam’s insides (and Bucky really doesn’t think he can hold himself back any longer).

With one last lascivious lick, Bucky pulls back and slowly gets to his feet, dragging his hands along Sam’s sides as he moves.  Kissing his way from the back of Sam’s neck around to his cheek, Bucky unbuttons his pants and pushes them down. Bucky gently pulls Sam back around to face him once more as he steps out of his dark jeans.  They kiss each other as if they have been separated for years rather than mere days.  

Bucky, flushed with wanting, grabbed Sam’s buns and lifted him up into the air, growling.  Sam quickly wraps his arms and legs around Bucky and smiles in pleasure. Bucky backs up until he feels the table at his back and turns and lays Sam across it reverently (because Sam Wilson is an entire meal).  Frowning at the lack of lube nearby, Bucky grabs the closest thing he sees on the counter, a jar of coconut oil.  Dipping his fingers inside, Bucky quickly coats his cock liberally in the oil. Bucky returns to his position between Sam’s legs.  Sam’s heels come around to dig into Bucky’s back as he strokes his cock along Sam’s opening, not quite pushing inside just yet.

“Are you waiting for a hand-lettered invitation, Buck?”  Sam asks when Bucky does nothing but continue to tease him.

“Can’t a man take his time?”  Bucky asks as he presses just a bit harder, making Sam snort in frustration.

“I could’ve sworn you said you were going to fuck me until I can’t walk.”  Sam grumbles, squirming to try and get Bucky to move closer.

“Mm.”  Bucky hums in acknowledgment.  He pushes just a bit harder, the very tip of the head of his cock pressing inside Sam.  “I did say that didn’t I?”

Bucky sees Sam open his mouth, no doubt to say something especially taunting, and picks that very moment to push his cock slowly inside Sam until he’s fully seated.

The words transform instead into a satisfied moan and Sam reaches out toward Bucky.  Bucky leans forward, grabbing the edge of the table by Sam’s head. He adjusts his angle a bit and Sam clenches around him with a loud cry.

“Oh God, Sammy.”  Bucky pants as he increases the speed of his thrusts, feeling the table scrape against the floor beneath them.  “You’re perfect,” He breathes as he brushes their lips together, barely kissing.

Fingers find their way to Bucky’s scalp causing tingles of pleasure.  Sam pulls harder and Bucky drives so deep the breath is sucked from his lungs.  The table creaks dangerously and Bucky pulls up a bit, pushing against the tabletop to keep up his pounding rhythm.  Sam keens and throws his head back only for it to bang against the composite wood.

A loud crack is the only warning they get before the table can’t support them anymore, but for Bucky it is plenty.  He is able to scoop Sam up easily without disconnecting their bodies and stands there in the middle of the kitchen with their table and its legs strewn about.

Bucky huffs out a laugh along with Sam, their foreheads resting against each other.  The fluttering tightness around Bucky’s dick has his brain quickly refocusing on what they were doing previously.  He thrusts up experimentally and Sam squeezes Bucky with thick thighs, leaning in for a kiss.

It takes Bucky no time at all to find his previous rhythm as he kept a tight grip on Sam’s ass.  Caught right on the edge of orgasm, Sam reaches down between them to wrap a hand around his length. A few pumps later Sam’s heat squeezes Bucky’s own climax from him.  A few stuttered, shallow thrusts and Bucky stills, his pants mingling with Sam’s as they both enjoy the last aftershocks, twitching minutely.

“Well?”  Bucky asks with a smug grin as he squeezes Sam’s ass, “Can you walk to the shower?”

“You know damn well you can feel my legs shaking.”  Sam gripes, then smiles in satisfaction. “Now hurry up and get the water running before we get crusty.”

“10-4, Sammy.”  Bucky carries them down the hallway, completely content.

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Feeling extremely sated after their long shower (in which there were many languid kisses and tender touches and Sam definitely used Bucky to lean on), they decide that cooking is definitely not something that is happening that evening.  Not only do they have nowhere to eat the food anymore (Bucky refuses to feel bad about that, plus he didn’t hear Sam complaining at the time), but neither of them has the energy.

Sam’s knees no longer shake when he stands, so they decide that the mexican place 2 blocks over was the best option.  Once out of their building, they crossed through a small park on the way to dinner.

The hostess greets them and leads them to a table near the back of the restaurant so they’re less likely to be bothered (although living in the neighborhood for the past year has cut some of the novelty of seeing the two Avengers so frequently).

“I’m glad you were able to come back so soon,”  Sam says as he grabs his slightly sticky menu. “The whole sleeping alone thing is for the birds.”

“So, for yo-”  Bucky stops with a laugh at Sam’s glare.  “Whatever pigeon, you waddled right into that.”

Bucky and Sam order 15 tacos between the two of them and none survive to become leftovers (Sam and Bucky had worked up quite the appetite).  The food has given them a bit of much-needed energy and Sam decides that they should start shopping for a new table as soon as they get back home.  Bucky makes a mental note to get something much more sturdy than the IKEA furniture they’ve been utilizing. The more Bucky thinks about it as they leave the restaurant, the more he thinks several key pieces of their furniture should probably get upgraded before they inevitably tear it up.

As they walk through the park back to their place, Bucky tugs on Sam’s arm, dragging him over to a nearby picnic table. They sit down on the warped surface in the park leaning into each other.

Bucky sighs, “This is nice.”  While the words are hopeful, Bucky’s tone gives Sam pause.

“It is nice.”  Sam agrees, waiting for Bucky to elaborate.

“I mean this.  Us. It’s nice.”  Bucky gestures between them and ducks his head so Sam won’t see his blush (Bucky can be the most vulgar person but starts blushing at the barest whiff of feelings).  “I like that we’re going to pick a new table for our place.  I like that we’re an ‘us.’  I mean, we’ve been an ‘us,’ but you know–”

Sam rests his head on Bucky’s shoulder smiling broadly.  “I know what you mean, Buck.” Sam’s grin fades slightly.  “Can’t imagine what everyone else is going to say when they find out, though.”

Bucky wraps his arm around Sam, “You know I’ll beat up anyone who says anything sideways, pigeon.”

“I know you will.  That’s not what I’m worried about, Buck.  I’m just-” Sam pauses as his shoulders droop.  “I’m fed up with everybody thinking that they know anything about me or you or any of this.  It’s just a lot of constant noise and it just gets tiring.”

Bucky knows that Sam will probably have it easier without this whole mess.  He knows that they are probably going to have to prepare for the day the story breaks (and knowing them, the story will be breaking sooner rather than later).  They’ve already received a few looks from some of the brass at SHIELD after they disclosed their relationship.  Bucky remembers before, when he was paralyzed with fear at burdening Sam with all of this, but he can’t feel too bad if this is the alternative.  If Sam’s feelings are even half of Bucky’s, then Bucky knows that neither of them could give this up now that they’ve tasted it.  Come what may, Bucky is going to keep Sam as safe and well-loved as he possibly can.

Bucky squeezes Sam’s sad shoulders before getting up off table and pulling a knife from his back pocket.  Sam’s quirks a brow as Bucky goes up to the largest tree surrounding them. Bucky thinks Sam would feel better after a laugh, so tries his best to give him one.  He works quickly, getting the heart and arrow expertly carved into the bark in two minutes.  It’s the initials that Bucky can see Sam trying to work out. He’s gotten the first capital ‘T’ done and is starting on the last line of the slightly crooked ‘P’ when they are startled by the shout of someone else.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO THAT TREE?!”  A man in a tie-dye bandana and cargo shorts screeches from the outer edge of the park as he shakes a fist at them.  Sam hops off the table as he starts running toward them. Bucky grabs his hand, (immensely glad he wore a hoodie so the guy might not have seen his vibranium arm) and they take off down the block laughing the whole way.

The shouts quiet down soon as they make it down the street and around the corner towards their building.

“T & P?” Sam asks as they climb the stairs.

“Terminator and Pigeon, duh.”  Bucky explains. “Plus, we go together like double-ply toilet paper.”

Sam’s facepalm is so loud it echoes down the hallway as Bucky opens their front door, laughing.

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THE WAY IM VIBRATING AT LIGHT SPEED RN

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for the aa asks, 1, 2 and/or 30?

1. First game in the series you played?

I did the classic route n did aa1 :-) it's so good i love it

2. Favourite case?

Vibrating at the speed of light hiiiii farewell my turnabout is very good im so normal about it i promise. It's just very!! High stakes!!! Emotional!! Funky mystery!! But 1-4 and 1-5 are amazing though rfta is a bit long o(-( and 3-5 too :-)

Oooh also im playing aa4 rn and 4-1 amazing first case!!!! Sets it up so well I think aa4 might end up being a fave

ALSO ALSO TGAA SOOOOO GOOD had to take a break because I needed to get through aa4 first and sort out my thoughts its!!! All 3 cases I've played BANGERS

30. Pick a favourite clown from the series.

Hate that the only one I've met so far is moe o(-( he's like the only turnabout big top character apart from Regina i can stand so that has to count for something right. But uhhhhh Geiru Toneido? Yeah i like her :-)