#for once I would like to ​pit two bad bitches against each other

[citrus-cactus]

After finishing medical school, Dr. John Seward would be either a) great friends with or b) a staunch critic of his mentor’s contemporary and occasional guest lecturer: noted chemist Dr. Henry Jekyll.

Discuss.

[real-total-drama-takes]

also prev anon here again you do realize that some australian aboriginals are also black right

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[semisolidmind]

Ahem - How would the two boys seek comfort from peaches ? Like if they have had a rough day, a rough fight, a bad meeting how would they ply and tug at peaches to get comfort.

And this could be for each of your AUs - bad end, Twice as bad, and New companion AU.

You take yer time with this question if ya need to! I sometimes ask things that compound onto each other.

hey dragon 👋

ok, so

while it would make sense for the boys to have to beg their captured wife to comfort them, that's not always the case. reader, even with all the shit the demons have put her through, still has a bleeding heart. she doesn't like seeing them upset even when she knows they deserve it.

so if, say, wukong was having a stressful day and ended up having to murk some potential allies because they offended him, or got in a fight against an opponent he underestimated...how he acts afterwards is either

1. ranty (man's just gonna go on and on about how tough his life is. pacing back and forth across the room in front of reader, complaining about every annoyance he'd dealt with that day. he really just needs the chance to bitch without having to worry about his image.)

or 2. cuddly (he walks into their chambers. takes off all his armor and court attire. says nothing. steps into the pillow pit. falls into reader's lap. silently demands head scratches by placing her hand on his head. doesn't move for a good hour.)

and reader just kinda...has to put up with it. she can't exactly escape him if he REALLY wants her attention; he'll just hunt her down.

macaque is a bit quieter about his upset. he'll take reader somewhere private on the mountain so he can bitch about his problems in peace. mac's usually less up-and-pacing angry and more lounging-around-and-complaining angry. he wants to lie back in reader's lap, eat fruit, and talk shit on his enemies. he wants her to run her fingers through his fur and agree with him about stupid other demons are.

if the six-eared demon is REALLY angry, he'll go murdering demons before coming home and collapsing in the pillow pit. he won't want to be touched for a while after, but will eventually cuddle up next to reader once he's done being broody.

[thesaddhatter]

I think the reason why Kai isn’t in the place sunny sets up shop, is mostly because Kai would eventually realize that this (very attractive) man hasn’t lied once, makes the best food he’s ever tasted and (has a nice ass) is very kind to his customers, is a solid 9/10, and doesn’t look at him like he’s a god 24/7?

I think that Nephis would have a love rival before she even realized she was in love, and why would you pit two bad bitches against each other like that right?

[solarwynd]

https://x.com/jkzpop/status/1805747713880785276?s=46&t=xZfMNrysfzaHDchIEDZ2ZQ

imagine if th would’ve dropped a song that day… the way these bitches would’ve been crying in every tweet about the streams saying how ths song keep free falling (bc yes it would’ve happened, likee 🥴) but they have the audacity to say they enjoy when “contents overlap” BITCH STFU yall were the ones crying because ygs album didn’t have a single song in the top 50 after a month

There is a part of me that understands why armys would think like this, (apart from them always minimizing transgressions against Jimin.) because people who are OT7 would obviously enjoy a surplus of content at once.

But at the same time, you’re absolutely right. Armys have already shown what they get down like when it comes to Jimin doing better than other members. They were pissed that people part 2 didn’t chart on Hot 100. Saying that the fandom should’ve completely dropped LC which was literally still fresh out, to support that song. The brunt of the bitterness armys harbor for Jimin now stemmed from that. All because of how close FACE and DDay were together. (I still believe had those two been spaced out properly, the blow back wouldn’t have been as bad as it was cause armys really got a lot of false hope from Jimin doing as well as he did)

And given that it would’ve been TH in this case, you know the victimization would’ve been 10x worse. Armys like to act like they don’t pit the members in competition with each other but they do. They for sure would’ve been comparing and contrasting numbers between Jimin and TH. Especially if Jimin would’ve charted in US Spotify and TH didn’t. So of course they’d act nonchalant about it now since it’s just a photo book or even when the songs would’ve initially dropped. But shit would go left throughout tracking week. Like the day Jimin and another BTS member drop a song on the same day is when you’ll really see them put that Jimin anti mask on.

I don’t know how they don’t see how shitty it is that none of the members (apart from JK) can really have a fully realized era or moment to themselves because BH refuses to not let them eat off each other. And have they not been complaining about being burnt out? Having to divide your attention between seven men who drop projects at the rate that they do. Do y’all not want a breather? Can’t even process the music one of them just dropped because you’re already making charting goals for the next member’s comeback. These over lapping releases are part of the reason why some of these other projects can never really have any real longevity. Cause apart from armys not fucking with the music, they immediately have to drop the previous member and focus on the new release since they still can’t multitask. Like that’s not “fun” in my eyes it feels like a burden.

[hajihiko]

if you got to choose, what would the despair disease look like for each of the dr2 survivors? (other than akane who we already saw)

i really like when ppl makes hajimes that he has zero filter for his bitchy thoughts, or unnaturally happy (bc boys self esteem is nonexistent :(

ooh fun! Ok

I thought it would be sort of oppositesies, based on Akane, but then it kinda sorta wasn't? But I'm basing it a little bit on that, or at least stuff that would be jarring for them specifically

Hajime: agreed on Happy Disease. I think I saw someone illustrate that once? Just like, not getting anything done because everything is so nice, totally complacent, smiling so much it hurts and his eyes water. Youd think it's nice but it's like, bordering on hysteria? He actually looks ... not super content.

Souda: Maybe like, Fearless Disease? Kinda turns into a big jerk, mocks everyone else for being worried, keeps trying to off on his own to find the killer or Monokuma because he ain't scare of no bear! Bring it on! Kind of scary almost??

Fuyuhiko: Ok so his primary function is Anger but anger is like a secondary emotion or whatever.... maybe Trusting Disease? I feel like that falls a bit into Ibuki's territory though. He's also very dedicated though, maybe like, Flippant? Like changes his mind about everything at the drop of a dime. Probably annoying if hes like "I'm gonna stay inside. ..... CHANGED MY MIND I'm outside now". (Or "I'm gonna try to be nice and friendly from now on... CHANGED MY MIND taste my blade")

Sonia: I feel like Sonia is the hardest because she doesnt have like a primary feature besides being Nice.... Bitch Disease?? 😂😂 just SUPER mean to everyone. (So ... Hiyoko Disease lmao) I bet she could cut deep if she wanted to. Maybe she'd even like, pit people against each other?? Since she's kind of team "Everyone stop fighting 😣😣" ??

(here I accidentally got too deep into this scenario and it turned into a canon divergence lol oops)

I feel like if this, Sonia and Souda would be a very explosive combination and probably be need to kept apart from one another. Hajime isn't really any danger to anyone by himself, only if the killer got to him and manipulated him, but everyone can really feel how hard it is to do investigations and trials without him. Fuyuhiko *is* a danger to himself (when isn't he) and just needs supervision and someone patient. Might also be a little dangerous on and off but thankfully he's too loopy to actually plan anything.

I'm also imagining who would be sort of, in charge... Last time it was Hajime Fuyuhiko and Mikan, Mikan is still around so she can still be the Nurse and taking care of everyone, but Nekomaru and Peko (who would generally be taking care of their respective people) are gone. So??

Would Chiaki volunteer to stay behind in the hospital? Idk why she didn't the first time, it seems like sth she'd do. Nagito probably shouldn't be around a disease of any kind, so he's out. That leaves Gundham, Hiyoko, Akane and Ibuki (assuming we're leaving Akane out)... out of all of them, I feel like Akane or Gundham would volunteer. Prrrroooobably Gundham? Bc we're mixing it up and because he might think he's immune to diseases of this world or whatever.

Ok so Gundham, Chiaki and Mikan are at the hospital!

Ok so in this case maybe this is when we switch to Nagito POV? Hajime can't die yet, we need him, he's too plot relevant. If this is the same happening but different people, I think it's only fitting that Mikan gets the same disease and ends up being the killer, only because I feel like Remnant Memories trump every other motivation and need to be established as Super Dangerous.

(EDIT:) WAIT OMG Chiaki was never a remnant but what if.... Remnant!Gundham.... especially if Sonia was introduced sooner a a love interest, and Souda, the heartbreak, that could be scary too aaaaaa I already posted tho

Fuyuhiko dying would be a narratively bad choice considering his two death scares so far, but also kind of hilarious (I've mentioned before, since he was SUPPOSED to die at the hospital, how funny it would be to have him finally croak at that point; but it IS narratively Not Good). So he and Hajime are safe (yay)

what if. Remnant!Mikan manages to manipulate Sonia and Souda to go after each other, either of them kills the other, and the killer is executed. Since Mikan didn't actually kill anyone, she lives. What would happen then?? The remember disease goes away eventually, but would her memories of the whole disease ordeal? What if they just had a full on Remnant in their midst (I dont think that's how it would work, since Akane got better, but what if Mikan at least remembered manipulating the murders?)

I think it could be interesting, anyway. Oops! This went far lol

[ralphlanyon]

get to know me meme

Tagged by @phantomato!

do you make your bed? Occasionally.

what's your favourite number? 12

what is your job? Physician

If you could go back to school would you? After enduring medical school? Absolutely not.

can you parallel park? Not very well.

a job you had that would surprise people? Not a job, but I once volunteered as a patient escort at an abortion clinic.

do you think aliens are real? Maybe somewhere, but I doubt we'll ever know.

can you drive a manual car? No.

what's your guilty pleasure? Sugary coffee drinks!

tattoos? No.

favourite colour? Red and blue.

favourite type of music? Pop, indie/alternative.

do you like puzzles? Not really.

any phobias? I don't usually like watching horror movies.

favourite childhood sport? Badminton.

do you talk to yourself? No.

what movie(s) do you adore? The LOTR trilogy, Casablanca, Emma (2020), Singin' in the Rain.

coffee or tea? Why must you pit two bad bitches against each other?

first thing you wanted to be growing up? A marine biologist, because I wanted to study dolphins. 🐬

Tagging: @mademoiselle-red @rottenlaertes @tigerballoons @argyleheir @2prince2sparkle and anyone else who wants to play!

[stitching-in-time]

Voyager rewatch s4 ep 14: Message in a Bottle

I always forget which one this is, because the title doesn't really describe it well- but if they'd have wanted a descriptive title, they'd have had to call it 'Silly Shenanigans in Space', which doesn't exactly have the gravitas Star Trek usually goes for lol

So in this one, there's actually a pretty important plot about finding a seemingly abandoned alien relay network, which they use to try to get a message to a Starfleet ship on the edge of the Alpha Quadrant. They can't get a regular message through, so they send the Doctor's program instead. (Though how it would be easier to send an EMH hologram than a short audio message, idk- but for the sake of the plot, okay, sure.)

Once the Doctor arrives there, he finds the crew killed off and the ship taken over by Romulans. It's an experimental ship, filled with experimental tech, including an upgraded EMH, played by one of the most annoying actors they could have found, Andy Dick. (He was on a popular sitcom at the time, I don't remember which, but it was obviously meant to get ratings, so ok, whatever.) From there, it becomes EMH insult smackdown, plus fish out of water comedy as two incredibly bitchy and egocentric emergency medical holograms try to retake the ship and fight off some Romularn warbirds, all without knowing what any of the bridge controls do. They're unabashedly playing it for comedy, and it mostly works, but I thought it was a little too silly of a tone for the situation they were in.

And then for subplot number 1, we have more Dumbass Shenanigans with Tom being worried that he'll have to be assigned to sickbay permanently if the Doctor doesn't make it back. He cajoles Harry into trying to construct a replacement EMH from scratch. It obviously doesn't work, and it's honestly the stupidest shenanigan they ever get themselves into. It feels exactly like one of Jake and Nog's teenage schemes on DS9, and not something that grown ass adults who've graduated from Starfleet Academy would do. I usually love when Tom and Harry get up to silly shenanigans, but this was just too stupid. (But then so is the whole idea that Tom would be the most qualified person on board to be a medic in the first place. What about Ensign Wildman? She's a xenobiologist for heaven's sake! Surely she took way more medical courses than a pilot who majored in astrophysics! Don't tell me all the science officers on board aren't a better choice than their primary helmsman.)

The second subplot is another one that I didn't care for- I hate that they're making B'Elanna and Seven fight all the time now, especially when they seemed to be making a real effort to work with each other before. I also hate how Chakotay acts like B'Elanna's the one being unreasonable when she's telling him about Seven's behavior, which frankly wouldn't be tolerated from anyone else. But apparently Seven is Janeway and Chakotay's precious pet Borg now, so she gets to ignore Starfleet protocol and do whatever she wants. (Put her in a uniform!! If they could make the Maquis part of the Starfleet crew, they can do the same for Seven. It's not like she's Neelix making stew in the mess hall- if she's working in vital ship departments like engineering and astrometrics, she needs to be part of the command structure and follow rules just like everyone else. The first two seasons were all about how important and necessary it was to the ship's survival to do everything the Starfleet way- now suddenly Janeway just abandoned that?? Because Seven is a special blonde Borg babe?? What??) I really feel like having two of only three main female characters suddenly fight all the time and hate each other was even worse than having two female characters never talk to each other at all. Do not pit two bad bitches against each other!!! That's not feminism!! To say nothing of backwards character development. And this one was a written by a woman too, like come on, girl, why???

In the end, the clueless EMH's defeat the Romulans against the odds, and the Doctor returns to Voyager before the aliens who own the communication relay disconnect them. He brings the message that he talked to Starfleet HQ, who now know Voyager is still out there. Starfleet had declared Voyager officially lost a little over a year ago, but now they'll reverse that status, and inform their families that they're still alive, and do what they can to bring them home. It's an important milestone for the Voyager crew, despite the silly episode that precipitated it.

Tl;dr: Pretty much a crack episode, played almost entirely for laughs, despite the plotline that was actually pretty high stakes and important. Fun if you like the Doctor, not so much if you don't.

[nounpolycule]

Why are those "what your favorite companion/Doctor says about you" posts always so specific, like even more than those astrology posts that are like "Things the signs need to hear: Virgos, you are loved even if you're not 'useful'. Libras, if you don't pay your roommate back that $1000+ you owe them in the next two months then you're a piece of shit." What is this discourse you're talking about why are you assigning me sides why are your pitting bad bitches against each other why do you think Rose fans are soooooooo unwilling to multiship like c'mere let me indoctrinate you into the world of riverrose so I can prove you wrong. Like I can play that game too.

If your favorite Doctor is Six, your passion shines bright, even if you can't see that light. You deserve the compassion and respect you give others, and also maybe a hug and a free car.

If your favorite Doctor is Eight, your obsession outweighs your audio processing disorder.

If your favorite Doctor is a different Classic Who Doctor, idk we probably haven't spoken, hmu if you've got correct Rose Tyler opinions. If you don't have correct Rose Tyler opinions that's fine but don't hmu.

If your favorite Doctor is Nine, you're either butch or have so much love and respect for the butches in your life. You're not deterred by "bad" CGI, and you think stories should be driven by the characters - they're the heart of it, after all. You don't understand people who think you should skip Nine, or people who think people need to earn the right to have their basic needs met.

If your favorite Doctor is Ten, then I am giving you a kissy and biting everyone who has wronged you. You've watched other media specifically for David Tennant. You've got an episode or six that you think deserve a lot more love. You deserve a lot more love too, probably. Sometimes people think you're annoying for how much you talk about loving Ten, but you know the truth (they're annoying for how much they talk about hating him).

If your favorite Doctor is Eleven, you either have no trouble distinguishing between the concepts of "best" and "favorite", or you suck to be around. If it's the former, you're willing to acknowledge that the Eleven that lives in your head is different than the one that lives on your television screen, and you won't hesitate to rip things like Eleven kissing Jenny Flint or the entirety of the episode Let's Kill Hitler apart. If it's the latter, you think it's a bigger deal for someone to say that something you've said is antisemitic than for Jewish people to have to listen to you repeat conspiracy theories in the middle of a conversation about people being antisemitic in different ways.

If your favorite Doctor is Twelve, you're a dyke. You've considered learning to play a song to impress a girl, maybe you've even gone through with it. You owe the "she/her-ing pre-Thirteen Doctors" jar so much money. You don't like Regina from Once Upon a Time. You've tried and failed to find good electric guitar covers of Beethoven to study to and honestly that's so disappointing bro. You think Murray Gold is a genius.

If your favorite Doctor is Thirteen, you're either right about everything or literally nothing at all. Chances are if you haven't seen Jodie Whittaker in Antigone, you're in that second category :/. If you're in the first category, though, you understand the value of tragedy and catharsis.

If your favorite companion is Rose, then her outfit in The Unquiet Dead awoke something in you - that something, you would go on to realize, is called "attraction to women". You get angry when people say or imply Rose is too uneducated, too stupid, too selfish, too poor for the Doctor, or in general, because they're wrong and also missing the point. You know that the correct way to engage in shipping in this fandom is to figure out both the best and funniest polycule (though it's up to you whether those are the same or different). You're disabled - if you're hesitating to ask the group chat "is [thing your joints/organs/whatever do] normal?" because you think they might say "no", then you already know the answer. Don't forget you have therapy tonight at 7.

If your favorite companion is Mickey, you read at least two of the books that he's in. In your heart, "Mickey considered them firmly broken up before they even met Jack" is canon over "Mickey asked Rose about hooking up in a hotel room while seeing someone else" because Winner Takes All came out over two weeks before Boom Town did, actually. You know he's bi and don't know how other people don't get that. You understand that two people can be incompatible in a romantic relationship and take each other for granted while still working well as friends and caring about each other deeply.

If your favorite companion is Jack, you've had a dream in which you thanked John Barrowman for being part of your journey to realizing your sexuality, only to wake up and go "huh that's weird" and realize that it's actually true an hour later. You think treason is one of the most fun crimes a fictional character can commit, and that's part of why you love Tosh and Lois from Torchwood so much. You know that Torchwood: Children of Earth has some of the scariest Whoniverse monsters, and you're not talking about the alien. You've listened to the Big Finish audio Serenity more than once.

If your favorite companion is Martha, you deserve compensation. People in the wider fandom have a tendency to be weird about her at best and racist and misogynist at most frequent, even when they're defending her. You deserve better than this fandom has to offer and you know the same applies to Martha. Bonus points if you think she and Rose should kiss but you deserve your compensation either way.

If your favorite companion is Donna, you should pay your roommate back anything you owe them fucking ASAP to make sure they have money to pay for their half of rent in January. Like this will help you both.

If your favorite companion is Clara, you're either a classicist, someone who feels strongly about her memorizing the answers to Trivial Pursuit questions, or you're probably wrong about everything. You understand that Doctorification has an equal and opposite, Oswaldification.

If your favorite companion is Bill, you're autistic. You piss people off by asking "too many" questions but that's honestly your sexiest trait. You have a strong sense of right and wrong, and while you might get a bit stuck in your opinions, you think it's important to talk things through. It breaks your heart every time you remember that the s10 soundtrack hasn't been released.

If your favorite companion is Graham - [gets knocked out before I can start shit]

If your favorite companion is anyone else idk man I got up at 6am to study for finals not to spend over an hour on a joke post.

[goosefeather]

finished riverstar's home which is uhh the first super edition i actually finished since graystripe's vow?? i wanna say??

anway! final review: not enough death!!!

(actual, long review under the cut)

riverstar's home is Good. granted i had no expectations for it and kind of forgot it was a thing until it came out. but for a super edition that most people were like "huh? riverstar? really?" it really knocked it out of the park

and i just really think that the erins had a theme in mind (finding home and what that means to our guy riverstar) and the text actually supports that. and i know, most books do this and it is something we all had to learn in high school english. however, warriors has a thing where the messaging is telling us one thing but the actual text is saying something completely different (think of like... everything to do with bramblestar)

that being said, i liked reading about a young riverstar (yes, my character tag for him is river ripple and i prefer that but y'know riverstar is shorter) and his struggle to find a place in the forest territory. it's actually a really good coming of age story that really resonates with anyone who has like moved out of their hometown and has felt incredibly isolated because of that (like me!)

also as a dotc Enjoyer i really liked seeing the events from riverstar's perspective. unlike uhh the last two super editions where the new viewpoint didn't add anything (or it retconned something to make it worse!) or added in things that were just kinda... bad (still dont like brushpaw), riverstar was just enough of an enigma that it worked. like from gray wing's pov, riverstar is an Established Cat on the river and he plays it well. but in actuality he's just a lonely guy trying desperately to maintain his friendships while trying to carve out some space for himself. it's interesting and fun and even the one eye and slash bits that i didn't care for in dotc were fun to read about from his pov

unfortunately, this is dotc so the last half Drags. like it makes sense, obviously, after riverstar feels settled into his life and home and new role as leader, someone from his past comes back and makes him question all of it. love it, really. the problem is once they leave and make it a journey! idk what it is but the minute these cats start wandering off territory it turns into a snoozefest. tell me one book where a journey to some place was Fun to Read and you cant say TNP cuz we both know it wasnt

also, im so sorry, i know we love women here and we have to cuz the erins don't but i dont like finch. like the most she shows up to help with fighting slash's rogues and riverstar was like "she was feisty!" or whatever i knew it was So Over. im sick of this thing where they introduce a she-cat just for the purpose of giving our main male lead kits. it was bad with gray wing and slate and it's bad with finch. remember when she almost stayed behind? i was hoping so hard that it would stick

and like compare finch and riverstar to say night and riverstar (im not pitting two bad bitches against each other give me a sec). before riverstar leaves to go back to help the park cats, night is nervous, her and riverstar have been through a lot together and they lean on each other. so she's vulnerable with him and he's like "oh im sorry i dont think of you that way??" and she's like "no!!! you idiot!! as a Friend" and yeah it made sense cuz we've seen them grow together in real time. finch got None of that because she is not meant to be a character and it bugs me

however, clear sky came in to save the day and cause problems on purpose at the end so the book ended on a high note (for me)

and uhh yeah, this is already pretty long and i actually have More Shit to say cuz i genuinely did like this book a lot i just wanted to get my thoughts out while they were still rattling around in my brain

god i didnt even talk about how i wanted more cats to die

[tragicomedys]

tagged by @chiikawas thank u sm ily!!

Hot or cold shower: more like lukewarm showers but cold showers r impossible bro even if im sweating from the gym i cant have showers all that cold

Texting or calling: i text constantly and call rarely. however ive found that i really like voice chatting perhaps more than texting so probably would prefer calling if im used to the person

Earbuds or headphones: i like that it can go in your ear it makes the sound better and louder. also it doesnt get too hot when you wear it too long etc.

Paperback or hardcover: bendable!!!

Matte or gel: it depends on what but usually i think i prefer glossy stuff?

12 hr clock or 24 hr clock: 12 hr DUHHH

Blue or green: what prev said cant believe we're pitting 2 bad bitches against each other

Sunsets or sunrises: i always notice and appreciate sunrises way more than sunsets... sunsets just pass me by!

Tulips or orchids: for some reason i dont find tulips to be that pretty compared to other flowers </3 JFKDLHSK also orchids smell nice

Candle light or moonlight: i love moonlight as much as the next guy but it just doesn't provide enough light what can i say

Sci-fi or horror: once again pitting two bad bitches against each other... chose horror bc i think i can enjoy a shitty horror movie more than a shitty sci-fi? maybe

Pen or pencil: this ones hard... i like mechanical pencils specifically and i hate writing in black pen. also obviously it's way nicer writing with certain pens than others

Pandas or koalas: i dedicated pandas to being my favorite animal as a kid so i gotta go with that

Gold or silver: SHRUGS! i just think shes prettier

Sneakers or boots: goes without saying i would tattoo some nice boots to my skin if i could

Denim or leather jacket: once again goes without saying. sexier and more comfy and etc... just that bitch overall

Pink or purple: sorry ourple

Choco or sour candy: chocolate just isnt all that. sour candy is everything

Deodorant or perfume: i mean im still putting deodorant on i just think putting perfume on is more fun and theres lots of options and shit. rn i wear mix:bar vanilla bourbon and si by giorgio armani

Drive-in theater or cinema: if i could go to a drive in theater i would do that every night

Pastel blue or earth tones: as in what i like to wear more its gonna be earth tones but pastel blue as a color is super pretty?

Lemonade or fruit juice: there are many fruit juices i dont like

Past or future: i never stop looking forward to the future i just want to grow up already

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[robthegoodfellow]

Harringrove Serial Killer AU

tw: murders; ref to suicide, drowning, evisceration, uh... animal attacks; ref to underage sexual relationships (between a housewife and a teenager, between two teenagers); ref to animal abuse; fucked up relationship dynamics; infidelity

I was VERY sleep deprived when I wrote this, but I saw two rather inspiring images cross my dash (Bad Steve by @awrble and Harringrove Scream AU by @cuepickle) and then this happened. You may also wanna blame the untold hours of Criminal Minds I watched as a kid, and maybe also Dexter, and also this one random Hockey RPF I read ages ago where Toews was dropping bodies in every city they played in.

Okay, so... Steve has been left to his own devices a lot, and when we first meet him he doesn’t have much regard for others’ well-being or safety, plus he demonstrates a general lack of emotional reaction to devastating events. Right? So let’s take this and dial it up to 11: Steve is a baby budding serial killer. He’s been slowly escalating for years, pushing his boundaries in the privacy of his remote family home that almost never has a family in it. He started by setting traps for small animals, experimenting with his kills, then moved onto bigger game. Wanna know why we never see the Byers’ dog again after s1? Yep, blame Steve.

His first victim is Barb; she’s buried in the woods.

He wants to kill Nancy, but knows he shouldn’t — it’d create too much of a pattern, and anyway he’s having fun messing with her and her mom, pitting them against each other, stoking Karen’s loneliness and desperation for attention. One night after fucking Nance in her princess bed, he tells her he’s headed home and instead detours to the master bedroom and fucks Karen while her husband’s drooling on the La-Z-Boy downstairs. He offers to solve her Ted problem—makes it seem like he’s only pushing it so they can run away together. I’d do anything for you, Karen. And when she’s super into that: I’ll kill for you, Karen. She seems to consider it.

His second victim is Bob—makes it look like a bear attack. His third victim is this random bitch in Karen’s bookclub who’s been passive aggressively tormenting her for years. He makes it look like suicide. Karen’s really into the idea that she holds this power over him—that he actually has killed for her—and he certainly doesn’t correct the misapprehension. She’s a way better lay than Nance—more experienced, more unhinged.

His fourth victim would have been Billy, but instead he makes the mistake of playing with him, like a cat with a mouse, and then Billy finds out what Steve’s been up to and rather than horror, he just feels… hungry. He wants in. And Steve never expected to find someone like him, or at least someone open to this side of him, and so rather than murder Billy he fucks him into the ground with all the violence he would have wielded with the knife. And that scratches an itch for both of them that they’d never been able to identify before, and so it becomes a thing. Steve tells Billy that he needs to pick someone to take his place on the chopping block, and Billy picks Neil. They take their time with him, hide him all over Hawkins. The papers think he abandoned his family.

Nance breaks up with him, finally. When Steve tells Billy about his Karen project, he gets that hungry look again—wants to see for himself. So Steve invites Karen over one night and has Billy hide in the closet, lets him watch Steve rail this deranged housewife, makes her suck his dick. After she leaves, Billy wants to prove he can do better, and does.

Karen notices the drop in booty calls once he’s more focused on Billy, on testing his limits, and one day she rings him up and offers him Ted, like she’s tempting a dog back with a bone. Steve pretends to think about it, but really he’s wondering whether it’s time to take this show on the road. Hop’s been sniffing a little too close for his liking, and his parents have vacation homes all over. He and Billy could skip town before the heat gets too much… but first they gotta tie up a couple loose ends.

They don’t kill Ted. What’s the fun in killing something already half dead? But they leave Karen drowned in the bathtub. Slipped and fell, a waterlogged bodice ripper floating by her head.

California-bound, they leave in the Camaro in early spring. Somewhere inside, both of them know they won’t make it far. But it’s a price they’re willing to pay to feel this alive.

[sell-the-lie]

Evens for 1-28 please ☺️

2. Rough sex or soft sex?

- Depends on the mood, I’m all for either one of them.

4. Weirdest place you’ve had sex?

- In a hammock outside at night.

6. Do you like to be more dominant or submissive?

- 95% of the time dominant, 5% submissive.

8. Sex on the bed, couch, or floor?

- Bed is the boring, but correct, answer.

10. Have you ever been caught masturbating?

- I turn 31 in a couple months, of course I have.

12. How often do you have sex?

- At this current rate, once every couple years.

14. Do you prefer giving or receiving oral sex?

- Let’s not pit two bad bitches against each other.

16. A song you’d listen to during hard/rough/kinky sex?

- Insert any Sleep Token song here.

18. Are you into dressing up for sex?

- Typically I’m into getting undressed for sex.

20. If you could have sex with anyone right now, who would it be?

- They know who they are.

22. Do you/would you use sex toys?

- Yes and yes.

24. Would you have sex with your best friend?

- Love the guy to death, but nah.

26. Something that will never fail to get you horny?

- Reciprocated love.

28. Favorite body part on the opposite sex?

- Their ass heart, of course.

[sugawarassoulmate]

idk if this aligns w what you want to do w ur bully!samu but i really want this man to PANIC. i want him to get scared (in his own mean way) when y/n starts doing everything to avoid him. THIS MF NEEDS TO BE HUMBLED (not that i dont like how he is now bc. 👀)

honestly, besties, i’m pretty sure this man would break.

wow….i wrote more than intended LMAO

words: 983

cw: fem!reader, bullying, name calling, silent treatment, couch sex, breaking the bully LOL, minors dni

you have to remember, y’all have known each other since you were babies. anywhere samu went in life, you were never too far behind. of course, you were with his piece of shit brother but now you’re all his :(((

but you’re fed up with him shoving you around and spilling his drinks on you. tired of him telling—not asking— you do to things for him. annoyed with how he would glare at you for talking to anyone that wasn’t him.

sooo you decided that you’d ignore him for a bit and get some time for yourself. it started with putting him on “do not disturb”. samu has a habit of blowing up your phone when he hasn’t seen you in a while, guilt tripping you to come over to his place. once you mute him, that guilty feeling never festers in the pit of your stomach.

you also start heading to classes early, not waiting around for him to take you to campus. you take the bus and get some time to read before class instead of hearing samu grumble the entire time.

samu notices something’s wrong right away. why wouldn’t you answer his texts, are you stupid? he’ll go over to your house the next day but you’re not home (you decided to spend the night at a friend’s house instead) he tries talking to you on campus but you don’t give him the time of day

it goes on for a week and he’s fed up. you’re ignoring him again, talking to a classmate when samu grabs you by the arm and pulls you into an empty classroom. “the fuck is yer deal, idiot?” he asks in his usual gruff voice but his eyes are bearing into your soul, hands gripping your sides like you’ll leave him any second. “who else could ya possibly be with? it’s not like ya have any friends.” his words have much less venom, almost as if he said whatever means thing he could think of in the moment rather than think of something that would’ve actually hurt your feelings.

you mumble something about needing some space and that gets his attention. space??? from him????? he has another insult on the tip of his tongue but you’re leaving the room before it can come out.

space??? you fucking want space??? fine, he’ll give it to you. don’t come crawling back to him, you little bitch. two can play at this game. samu will ignore you until you’re begging for his attention.

two weeks. he lasts two more weeks.

he stops sending texts but he’s checking his phone every five minutes to see if you texted instead (you didn’t) he won’t talk to you but he’s sneaking glances during lectures hoping you’re doing the same (you’re not)

he’s literally too stupid to admit that he needs you around

“oh, this is a surprise,” you weren’t expecting to find osamu on your doorstep. osamu never knocks, he got a key to your house years ago. “for emergencies” your mother had told the twins when she handed them their own copies. they were never used for “emergencies” though. osamu always barged into your home when he knew nobody else was there. he wanted to bother you, push you around, and fuck you dumb. “what’s up?”

osamu looks bad—his hair is a mess with the roots showing and there’s bags under his eyes as if he hasn’t gotten enough sleep. he takes one glance at you before he’s kissing you, shoving his tongue down your throat as he locks the door behind him. “stop it,” he murmurs against your lips while he backs you into the couch. “just stop,”

he reached underneath your shirt, groping at your breasts. you can feel his hardening cock against your thigh, blocked only by his sweatpants. “what are you—shit—talking about?” you ask, feeling samu bite down near your collarbone, sucking at the skin. you don’t push him away, letting him manhandle you like he always does.

one of his hands slips past your shorts, eager to touch the cunt he’s missed so much. “talk to me,” he says, teasing your clit before sliding two of his fingers inside. you cry out, fingers reaching to tug on his hair as he stretches your walls out. “say my fuckin name,”

“samu!” you sob as his fingers topple you over the edge, you should be embarrassed at the squelching sounds your cunt makes as samu fucks you with his fingers but the twisted part of you missed having him on top of you. “please…”

he knows you well enough to understand what you want and usually he would tease you about it, calling you a whore for his cock but he can’t really call you out when he’s been desperate for your attention the past few weeks. samu rips your shorts off as he strips himself of his own sweats. he lets out a relieved grunt when he’s finally inside you.

it feels different than normal. samu doesn’t usually bother with waiting for you to adjust to his size before he’s thrusting into you but this time he waits until you give him the okay to keep going. “can’t fuckin disappear on me like that,” he groans, forcing you to look at him while he fucks you. his eyes never leave yours while he snaps hips into you, making you whine from sensitivity. “don’t do it again.”

you wrap your legs around him, trying to meet his thrusts but he’s so much stronger than you. “samu…”

he picks up the pace. “don’t. do. it. again.” he repeats himself, slamming into you with every word. this time away from you won’t stop him from calling you a dumb bitch in the future or hogging up all your time. but at least you know that you have some kind of power over him.

osamu really can’t function without you.

©sugawarassoulmate 2021 all rights reserved - please do not repost/translate my work on other platforms!

[hansensgirl]

baby, but you.

summary. | He hopes you can feel it, because nobody else can heal it but you. Baby, but you.

warnings. | smut, hate fucking (ish), enemies to lover, slight angst, birthdays, degradation, praise, spitting, unprotected sex, penetrative sex, rough sex, yearning, crushing, riding, couch sex, breeding, possessiveness, and more. 18+ MINORS DNI AND DO NOT REPOST MY STORIES.

word count. | 3.6k

pairings. | Bucky Barnes x Reader.

a/n. | happy birthday @asadmarveltrashbag ilysm!!! thank you so much for being there for me since like day one, for being such a good role model and for just being amazing. thank you so much for listening to me rant and giving me advice, i’m so grateful for you. i hope your birthday is amazing today, i love you so much!! don’t forget to reblog! if you take ANY inspiration from my fics (and i’ll know, trust me) and you don’t give credit, you will be blocked and i’ll let others know.

He stands afar from you. A cold, calculated stare that you’re almost tempted to challenge with your killer one. There are only about two and a half meters of space separating you two, and even that’s not enough. You’re like a cat and a dog, constantly fighting about God knows what. Sometimes it’s the stupidest of things; other times, it’s the most reasonable. Either he has the television on too loud, or you come home too late. The other neighbours… Well, frankly, they don’t live here anymore.

It’s because they can’t handle his screaming when he has nightmares. You scoffed when you first heard it from your landlord, finding it absolutely insane that nobody is used to the sounds of a nightmare. As if they’re any better. You handle it like a champion, simply just putting on earbuds and your favourite songs at the lowest volume until you fall asleep. You almost feel bad for him when you see him with deep bags under his eyes.

But one short, snarky remark from him has the sympathy in you draining. Almost like the way his hands are the palest colour ever, and his skin doesn’t have the redness it should have. Almost as if the colours on a painting have been scraped off. You shouldn’t be noticing these things, really, but you just can’t help it. He’s almost a shell of the man he once was, at least in his words, but you believe that with some care (not from your hands, ew), he’ll be back to normal.

He shouldn’t notice the way you sigh every time you get home. The way you drag yourself through the carpeted hallway, out from the metal box that Bucky doesn’t trust. He doesn’t charge anything that has to do with heights, so that’s why he’s settled for the second floor. The drop in his stomach brings back so many memories that he can’t bear to remember.

Sometimes, he picks up the rumble of your stomach that he knows you’re embarrassed about, only because when it happens, you become the most fearful sailor to ever cross the shore. You always arrive right before Bucky falls asleep, leaving him at peace. ...No, no, no. It’s not like that. He totally doesn’t wait up until you come home safely before he can actually fall asleep so he can have a sense of calm. No, that’s absurd. Another absurd thing is the ungodly hour that you arrive home.

“Listen, you’re the one who bumped into me, okay? Let’s just leave it at that,” you huff, swinging your keychain between your fingers. Your digits are so soft, only ever coarse when you touch the skin between them. His hands, however, are almost the opposite. They’re rough and dry, but the crevices are a bit damp with sweat from pure nervousness. “No, no, you bumped into me, and we’re going to leave it at that, okay? Okay,” he nods, even though he’s talking to you.

“No, you bumped into me, and that’s that. Goodbye, Mr. Barnes,” you finish, throwing your bag over your shoulder and stomping down the hallways. You don’t look back once, simply just strutting your way to that darned elevator that you loathe. Suddenly, a hand wraps around your arm and turns you around. “I didn’t say you could go; we’re not done until I say we’re done,” he growls, gripping your arm tight enough to have you whimpering.

“No, fuck you. I’m tired of constantly listening to you bitch and moan about things that aren’t even my fault. God, it’s like you’re twenty fucking years old with no maturity, it’s fucking pathetic,” you spit, trying to yank your arm away. But compared to a supersoldier, your strength is equal to a cool spring breeze hitting a concrete building—basically nothing. Bucky’s chest heaves, and for a moment, you’re scared.

But even though he has a temper, he could never hurt you. He’s not the Winter Soldier; you’re sure of it.

His jaw clenches, and you stare at him intensely. Work is long forgotten, just like the fact that today is your birthday. That nervous, jittery feeling that would pool in the pits of your soul isn’t there. You wonder if it’s because you’re all grown up now, or maybe it’s because you’ve been so busy that your birthday seems like any other day in your eyes. Your eyes fall to his lips, almost on instinct. They’re pink and plump, slightly damp from the wetness on his tongue.

He gently pushes you inside his home, and you stumble back in shock. “I have to go to work–” you start, but he cuts you off. “I don’t give a shit. I need to teach you a lesson,” he snaps, pulling off his leather jacket. It has blue hues to it, sometimes grey if shone under the correct lighting. It’s overall black, suiting that dark soul of his that some people claim he has. You keep your mouth shut, clutching onto the strap of your backpack that rests on your right shoulder.

Suddenly, that fiery haze of yours has faded out, and you just watch him dumbfounded. Your jaw is slightly slack, but your eyes aren’t bulging out. Bucky pulls off the unusual leather gloves that always seemed to be a little too big on him. The space between his fingers and the cloth is always too much, and you even contemplated ‘accidentally’ giving him a new, better-fitting pair.

They flop onto the floor with an almost laughable sound, but you know you shouldn’t even dare to crack a smile. “Always going on and on about something. You just need to be shut up for once, don’t you?” Bucky questions, snapping his head towards you. “N- No…” you whisper, looking down to the ground. Suddenly, you prefer looking at wood floors to handsome men such as Bucky.

“Oh… Right, I forgot. You don’t know what’s good for you, that’s why you go to work and come home so late in the night. Bet you don’t have any time to fuck around with those pathetic twenty-year-old douchebags. That’s why you touch that little pussy of yours before you head to work, right?” he questions, and you gulp thickly.

Did he really hear it all?

“Please, I heard the way you finger fuck yourself in the shower all the way here. You really need to learn how to properly lock your door. You’re lucky those old ladies were here when I heard you, or else I would’ve come all the way over there and taught you a real good lesson,” he snaps, and you genuinely feel like doubting every little thing you do. “And you know what’s so funny, doll? I even hear the way you moan my name when you’re about to come,” he whispers, standing so close to you, and you wonder how he even managed to get here.

Your faces are inches away, His warm breath fans against your skin, and Bucky can feel the nervousness seeping through your pores. “Need a refresher? Or are you just going to stay quiet?” he questions, raising his eyebrows. He has a stupid smile on his face, and you’re not sure whether you want to kiss him or slap him. Both seem very appealing, but God, that devil on your shoulder always did have a loud voice.

Your bag joins his gloves on the floor, and you tilt your head upwards to kiss him. Your lips slowly slot against his, the taste of stale coffee immediately fills your mouth as Bucky shoves his tongue past your lips. He cups the side on your face, and your hands remain bent in the air. You don’t know what to do with yourself, so you place them on his shoulders, hoping for the best. He tenses up for a bit, and you start to pull away.

He doesn’t let you go too far. His hands keep you near him, and he stares into your eyes. Blue, blown-out orbs give Bucky an even darker look, and you’re practically sailing the same ship. “Don’t… Don’t go,” he whispers, leaning his forehead against yours. “I won’t, but-” you begin, but he cuts you off with an open-mouthed kiss. It’s so rough, so passionate. Teeth and tongues clash at each other, and you whimper against him as his hands move from your face.

They run down your body before gripping your hips and pulling you closer to him. His front presses against yours, and you can feel his defined muscles through that black t-shirt of his. You wrap your arms around his neck, such a simple act and yet he’s swooning like the lovesick fool he is. No, no, no, he’s not lovesick, and he’s not swooning. He’s just wanting, and that is all, just like you are.

You roll your hips for friction, desperate for something. The faint feeling of Bucky’s hard cock sends shivers down your spine, and you just know he’s huge. He could probably split you in two if he really wants to, and maybe it’s what you want as well. God, just the mental image of his cock sliding in and out of you is so pleasurable. Wetness soaks your panties, and you moan into his mouth.

“Say ‘ah,’ slut,” he mumbles before pulling away from the kiss again. You quickly do so and watch as Bucky puckers his bruised, red lips. You’re not sure what to expect; a stupid, silly kiss or something else. Your tongue is stretched out inside your mouth, and you wait for him as your chest rises and falls. Your eyes watch him as he spits into your mouth, a wad of spit dripping onto your tongue and your eyes nearly fall out of their sockets.

You quickly swallow it as if it’s some sort of antidote to an incurable disease. “Oh, you’re such a dirty fucking girl, aren’t you? I bet you’d let me do anything to you, right? Let me fuck you silly, throw you around, treat you like the spoiled brat you are,” Bucky growls with a fierce smirk on his stupidly gorgeous face. Sculpted by the Gods themselves, you wonder why the world has been so mean to him.

No, no, no, you don’t. You’re just desperate and needy.

“You really are stupid, and I haven’t even touched that little pussy of yours yet, and you can’t even answer a simple li’l question,” Bucky says out loud, expressing pure shame and disgrace. You shake your head before placing your hands back on his hard, defined chest. There’s a specific spot on his chest where the fabric is too sheer. You can see the way his soft hair has been shaved down to a mere stubble, and you wonder what he’d look like if it was grown out.

“I- I’m a dirty girl, I’d let you do anything to me, James,” you whisper to him, looking up at him with unintentional doe eyes. “I know, baby, I know,” he smirks before pushing you backwards. You expect to collide with the wooden floors harshly and startle the downstairs residents, or maybe even on a carpet that would try to break your fall but would end up failing.

You don’t expect to fall back onto a soft, cushioned couch. It’s more so an armchair that is a greyish-blue colour, one that you’d see and Ikea and want so bad, but you’d quickly change your mind once you see the whopping price it’s set at. Bucky towers over you, and you tilt your head up, still watching has the features of his face twitch a bit. His hands run down to your thighs, smoothing over the fabric of your jeans before his nimble yet strong, thick fingers reach to the button and zipper.

He makes quick work of stripping your clothes off for you, and you try your hardest to do the same for him. But flying, clashing hands that are oh so desperate can’t really do much. So as he pulls your wet panties down your feet, you hurriedly kick them to the floor. Bucky pulls his shirt over his head, and you’re not sure if you’ve lost it or if time truly has slowed down. You’re able to memorize each freckle, each scar, each mole and each muscle of his upper body.

He’s beautiful, absolutely beautiful. Though everyone has their measly little flaws that can be so bothersome, in your eyes, he has no flaws. “Fuck, you’re so fucking pretty, baby,” he breathlessly tells you, making you struggle to fight the cheerful smile that forces its way onto your face. “You’re pretty too, James,” you tell him, reaching backwards to unclasp your bra.

Now, there’s nothing special about it, really. It’s plain black, and in some areas, it physically pains you, leaving branded marks behind that feel good when you gently run your hands over them. Nonetheless, you look gorgeous with it on. But when it’s on the floor, treated like nothing, you’re even more beautiful. Your slick has stained your inner thighs with stickiness, and your clit throbs with need.

Bucky parts your legs, watching as strings of wetness pull apart from each other. “Fucking hell, is that all because of me, slut? Say it, tell me who you’re so wet for,” he demands, and your breathing hitches. “S’all for you, James, I’m so wet because of you,” you whisper to him, and he smirks devilishly. You clench around nothing but air, desperate for his cock to be inside you. “I want you so bad, James, please fuck me,” you beg to him desperately, and he chuckles.

Bucky goes to start taking off his pants, unbuckling his belt and pulling down the zipper that sometimes gets caught onto the fabric of his boxers a little too much. The black fabric slips off his skin like an extra layer of skin, and the sight of his hard cock beneath his briefs is so sexy. You let out a shaky breath, and you can just see how fucking huge he is. Impossibly long with a thickness that’ll leave you limping for at least a week or two.

“You know what’s so fucking hilarious, baby? Just moments ago, you were cursing me out, fuming at me and calling me pathetic, but look at you; you’re the pathetic one here. Practically drooling for my cock, so needy as soon as I put my hands on you,” Bucky scoffs, and you know he’s so right. He pulls down his boxers, and you watch as his cock springs out, slapping his lower abdomen and near his pretty Adonis bone.

He roughly pulls you up and sits down on the couch before dragging you onto his lap. You straddle the sides of his thick thighs, and his big cock presses right next to your pussy, between your legs. Beads of precum drip down the shaft of his cock, and some of it even sticks to your skin. “You want my cock, baby? Well, go ahead, you can have it,” he tells you, resting his hands on your hips.

You exhale nervously, knowing that his cock is gonna stretch you out so much, it’ll be borderline painful and pleasurable. You lift your hips up a bit, and Bucky’s hand grasps the base of his cock. He’s sticky and pulsating, a raging red that is almost purple if you squint your eyes enough. He drags it from your swollen little pearl all the way down to your drooling hole. The mild friction is absolutely amazing, making you moan softly.

Bucky shudders as he slowly pushes the tip of his cock inside of you. He almost wants to tease you so badly, make you beg for it until you’re sobbing and going all ditzy for him. But he’s not all the mean, and he can’t possibly be so cruel to the birthday girl. In one swift motion, Bucky pulls you down onto his cock, burying himself inside of you. You toss your head back and cry out as he stretches you painfully. The wet squelching pounds of your pussy are loud, but your moans are much louder.

He curses and bites down on his bottom lip, falling in love with the way your pussy hugs him tightly and the velvet feeling of your walls. No, no, no, he is not falling in love. He’s just desperate, that’s all. It takes you both a few seconds to adjust, and the painful stretch dulls down to immense pleasure. You struggle to control your breathing, though, because you’ve never taken anyone or anything as big and him. Months of wanting and needing him have finally come down to this, and you wouldn’t want it any other way.

He hopes you can feel it because nobody can heal it but you. Every single day he thinks about you, and his heart hurts. His heart hurts when he watches you leave and come home, it hurts when you both fight, and it hurts when he believes you could never love him. His mind still tells him that, and yet here you are, riding his cock on your birthday. He notices the way your bottom lip wobbles a bit, and he pities you.

“Shh, it’s okay, baby, you’re doing so good. Ride my cock, birthday girl, I know you can do it,” Bucky praises with the most innocent smile ever. You nod your head and slowly begin to rock your hips, moving them up and down his cock. Bucky is torn; he doesn’t know whether he should stare at your pretty face or at where you’re both connected. Your slick coats his cock and leaves it glistening, and he watches as it disappears and reappears over and over.

His hand returns back onto your hips, and he gently guides you up and down his cock. Your pained whimpers soon turn to loud, slutty, desperate moans, and Bucky begins to fuck up into your cunt, meeting you at every thrust. “Fuck, yeah, that’s my good girl. Riding my cock so fucking good,” Bucky coos, and you can’t help but giggle. Warmth fills your chest, and pleasure blooms immensely in your core, and it’s the exact same for Bucky.

His balls slap against your ass, and his cock drives in and out of you. You ride him at a quicker pace, moaning loudly, and he nudges against your sweet spot. “You look so fucking sexy riding my cock, baby. Could watch you forever an’ ever,” Bucky purrs, gripping your hips even tighter. Electricity crackles up your spine, almost like a burning wire in a destroyed fuse box. Everything is so sensitive, and the searing pleasure builds up inside the two of you.

Beads of sweat drip down your neck, and it is the same for Bucky. His skin shines just like his cock does, and the veins on the side of it throb with every movement. The wet noises and the sound of skin on skin fills the room almost impressively. The neighbours would’ve already filed noise complaints if they still lived here, but they don’t. So Bucky’ll fuck your brains out until you can’t make a sound.

“Fuck, you’re close, aren’t you? Can feel the way that nice little cunt is squeezin’ my cock,” he groans, staring up at you with his jaw slightly slacked. Your eyes have glazed over, and you stare at Bucky’s face. You ride him using his dick for all your needs and wants. It’s just like you’ve imagined, even down to the pleasure you’re feeling. “Mhm, gonna come all over your big cock,” you whimper at a specific thrust.

And he’s close too. Though the serum should make him last longer, your pussy just defies those rules. He fucks into you faster and rougher, and your legs have turned to jelly. You collapse onto his chest and let him pound your pussy into oblivion. Bucky’s chest rumbles with a chain of moan and curses, and you look up at him. His metal arm is icy cold, just like his eyes. But his orbs are darker than regular ice. They resemble black ice more than anything.

The elastic band in your stomach twists up tightly until it can’t do anything but snap. And so it does. The dam breaks, and you’re suddenly coming around Bucky’s cock. Your cum coats his cock and drips down his balls as your body seizes up. Your jaw falls open, and your eyes roll back while you moan loudly. “Fuck, you look so pretty when you come,” Bucky breathes, letting your head fall into the crook of his neck.

You cry out loudly as Bucky sloppily fucks you through your orgasm and chases his own. “I’m gonna fill you up with my cum, knock you up with my kids. Fuck, you’d look so hot with a bump, I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off of your body,” he moans deeply, feeling his balls tighten up. He tosses his head back and curses, hitting his release. Ropes of cum shoot inside your cunt, painting your walls and even leaking out a bit. Somewhere, deep down inside Bucky, he truly hopes it sticks.

He moans loudly as his hips give a few shallow thrusts, prolonging his orgasm. You both sigh, slick with sweat and other bodily fluids that neither of you cares about. “Happy birthday…” Bucky whispers, pressing a kiss on the side of your head. “T- Thank you… How’d you know, though?” you question, even though his cock is still inside you. “Just did… Listen, I’m sorry–” he starts, but you cut him off. “Shh, I don’t care about anything but you, baby,” you tell him, whispering gently.

“Baby, but you.”

[biggest-stupidhead]

more modern au levi x reader!! is it okay where reader makes petra jealous???

Just a reminder: WE DO NOT CONDONE PETRA SLANDER IN THIS HOUSE!!!

with that said, I will write this heavily focused on Petra to make it a lil angsty, hope you enjoy!

Summary: Petra watches her ex fall for another

Word Count: 1.7K

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It had been two long years since Petra and Levi ended things. It wasn’t messy but it was painful, she had seen it coming from a mile away. He had grown just as distant as he had been when they first met. Staying late at work, texting her dryly, and using terrible excuses. Although she had known it was coming, she still was a wreck when he actually ended things. She spent the months following the break up drinking wine and crashing at Oluo’s place regularly. After two years she was finally feeling better, dare she say, ready to get back into the dating scene? Or at least that’s what she thought, she was scrolling through her instagram feed when she stumbled across Hange’s page. It was someone’s birthday, someone she wasn’t familiar with. 

A woman with bight eyes and an even brighter smile was in the center of the group photo. On her right was Levi, who had an arm thrown casually over her shoulder, the faintest trace of a smile on his lips. Petra pinched the screen to zoom into Levi’s side, where she saw a feminine hand on his waist. She stared stupidly at the image. She shouldn’t feel jealous, she had no right. It had been two long years since the break up. But the picture only dredged up old memories of times when she would hold Levi that same way. When that smile was directed to her. She then turned her attention to the caption, which read: 

Happy Birthday (Y/n)! 24 never looked so good!

She then scrolled through the comments, many of them consisted of birthday wishes and support. She lost interest when she didn’t see Levi’s username and instead went back to the collection of photos, three of them in all. The group one that she assumed had just been taken, the second one was a picture of Hange and you on the beach, Petra felt a involuntary wave of self consciousness wash over her at the site of you in a swim suite. The final picture was the one that hurt the most though, it seemed to be a very old picture of you, maybe from your early years in college? You were sitting on a couch with younger versions of Hange, Erwin, Levi, and Moblit. Levi’s arm was casually thrown over your shoulders. Why had he never mentioned you before? Were you the reason that they broke up? No Levi had assured her that it wasn’t like that, said he wasn’t seeing anyone else. She tried to stop herself from going down that rabbit hole, but she couldn’t seem to. Before she really knew what she was doing, she had clicked on your profile which she was almost disappointed to find as public. This meant that there was nothing stopping her from judging every perfect image that was posted, and to her pleasant surprise, there was only one photo of you and Levi. The photo was posted the week prior, the two of you were hiking in the mountains, the dusty trial behind you. Your face was flushed from the exertion of the climb, Levi seemed cool as a cucumber, his face blank and void of emotion. She scrolled through the post and found a video, the sound of your shoes crunching and Levi talking behind you were clear as day. 

“I mean come on, who uses fucking Lipton? Have some god damn class.” Levi spat, as you snorted in amusement. Petra found herself chuckling along with you at Levi’s little rant. She felt a rogue tear slide down her cheek when you showed the phone to Levi, who’s face fell from being mildly animated to apathetic once more. You cackled as he swiped the phone and the video ended abruptly. It was so innocent, it was clear from the rest of your page that you were a private person, much like Levi. With little indication that you were dating him, it left her wanting to know more. More about the girl that had taken her place, had managed to worm her way into Levi’s heart of stone and make herself comfortable. As soon as these thoughts crowded into her head, she deleted instagram all together and powered her phone down, determined to wipe her memory of the images she had seen. 

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The music was a nice distraction from the awkwardness that hung in the air. You had arrived uncharacteristically early to Hange’s party, and consequently meeting a whole group of people that you had never met before. The new people were about your age, three young men and one stunning young woman. It was early fall and Hange’s annual bonfire bash as you all had dubbed the event. Basically you lit a massive fire, when you were younger it was your past assignments from your pervious school year, then it became just regular old wood. You tapped your finger against the cool beer bottle as you leaned up against the counter, the men were laughing obnoxiously as they dropped the alcohol that they’d brought into one of the many coolers. The woman was looking at you almost nervously, she seemed extremely on edge, shifting her weight back and forth, eyes wandering around the room in a jittery manner. You frowned, wondering what was bothering her, but ultimately deciding that it was not really your business. Erwin shimmied behind you, his hands on your shoulders as he slide past you into the kitchen. You caught his arm, clinging to his familiar presence. 

“Erwin.” you hissed as he stooped to reach your level. 

“Who are these people?” you asked as you held his bicep firmly in your grasp. He pulled away and looked at you with a confused expression. 

“You mean Levi didn’t tell you?” He said slowly, clearly he was unsure if it was his place to speak on the relationship between Levi and these people. 

“No....” You said carefully, not wanting to make Erwin uncomfortable. 

“Oh well they used to work in the same department before Levi switched.” He said, he looked over to the men and motioned for them to come over, they ambled over with curious expressions. 

“What’s up Erwin?” the dark haired man asked as he looked between the two of you. 

“Just thought I’d ought to introduce you to (Y/n) here, she’s an old friend of ours from high school.” Erwin explained, his hand still comfortingly placed on your mid back. You waved shyly and smiled at all of them, including the girl. 

“Pleasure to meet you.” The blonde with a ponytail said, outstretching his hand to shake yours. 

“I’m Eld, this is Gunther, Oluo, and that fine young lady over there is Petra.” He said, pointing at all of them respectively. 

“It’s so nice to meet you guys!” you said sweetly as you struck up a conversation with Oluo about what they thought about the department that they worked in. It didn’t go unnoticed that Petra remained nearly silent, her amber eyes wide and a bit fearful. When the interns arrived, the men were quick to go help them carry in the alcohol that they brought, leaving you and Petra alone in the kitchen. You cocked your head at her as you poured some pretzels into a large bowl. The warm glow of the setting sun cast a halo over her head and you couldn’t help but voice your admiration for her. 

“You’re really pretty.” you gushed as she blushed at your words and turned to look at you with wide eyes. 

“So are you...” She returned the compliment and you smiled, feeling more at ease now that the two of you were alone. 

“So how long have you known Hange?” You asked conversationally as you crumpled up the bag and tossed it into the trash. 

“Hm let’s see...about four years now?” She responded with a bit of a wistful tone. 

“Really? I’m surprised we haven’t met sooner!” you chuckled as the two of you opened a bottle of wine and poured it into two large glasses. The two of you strolled out into the bark yard, where Hange and Moblit were chucking large pallets of wood onto the fire pit. You and Petra sat down in two lawn chairs watching as Hange and Moblit bickered over if it was safe enough to light the fire with gasoline. 

“I am too, you seem....like a really nice girl.” Petra said a bit downcast as she looked deeply into her wine. 

“So do you! We should grab breakfast ooo or maybe even brunch sometime!” You said excitedly and Petra sat there in awe, wondering if there was even a mean bone in your body. Or if you had any clue that she had dated Levi. 

“Yeah...this is kind of random but...are you dating Levi?” She blurted out, her face turning to look at you with a flushed expression. You nodded nonchalantly and took another sip of your wine. 

“Yeah we just started dating about a year ago.” You said with a shrug, Petra inhaled, readying herself for the next words that would either make or break the future relationship between the two of you. 

“Did...you know we dated?” she said, cringing when the words left her mouth. She sounded crazy and she knew it, but she felt obligated to clear the air between you before it got bad. 

“Hm I think he mentioned it once or twice, and Hange told me about you when you first started dating.” You said looking up thoughtfully, your tone held no malice or any sign of ill will. 

“You’re not...” 

“Insecure? Nah, and don’t take that like I’m being cocky! I just mean that...” 

“No, no let’s just not do this. I’m sorry for bringing it up. God I’m such a bitch.” Petra went to stand and you followed her, catching her wrist. 

“It’s alright really, I don’t care about what happened between you and Levi. It’s frankly none of my business, I just...wanna be friends with you.” you smiled at her sheepishly as she looked at you with wide eyes. 

“Oh” She managed to say dumbly. 

“That is if you want to be friends.” You said, letting go of her hand and giving her some space. 

“Yeah...I think that I’d like that very much.” Petra said with a bright smile. 

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In honor of Women’s History month, I couldn’t bare to write something that was a stereotypical jealous ex, so I did the next best thing and wrote this more geared towards the reader and Petra bringing each other up instead of tearing one another down. As someone who was apart of the fandom back in like 2014 I am way too familiar with writers turning Petra into a psycho bitch, and I don’t like that. SO I hope that this is good enough to fit the prompt!