#shut up hyd

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I’m playing portal for the first time since middle school. Here are some exchanges between me and my boyfriend

#Some people just don’t understand. Smh 💔😔 #hydposting #shut up hyd #Portal #glados #Also if you’re attracted to springtrap whatev you can go slonk that crusty old man silly style for all I care #live your life #Be free🫶

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Bad girls are the sweetest

A/N: hi! I can’t believe that I’m still waiting for my shadowban to be lifted (on my main blog @rogerswifesblog ) it’s been a month!😩 anyway, here’s a little something for y’all, I hope you’ll enjoy reading! Read the warnings first! Leave some feedback and don’t forget to reblog!:3

Summary: The avengers are pursuing a new enemy. For months. But finally they manage to catch them.

Warnings: Blood, Injury, enemy!reader, Violence (choking, not in the nice way), Insult, SMUT, crying, Squirting, Fingering, DP, MEAN!steve, dom!steve, sub!reader, implied subspace

Pairing: mean!dom!Steve Rogers x villain!(sub)!reader

"left, left! Go left," you heard Captain America's voice carry through the corridors. He was right on your heels. You had no idea how this could have happened. You were always one step ahead. You always knew everything, what to do next, where to hide and where to go. Everything went according to plan. Always.

But how did it happen that they suddenly found your hideout?

Suddenly something knocked you to the ground. It was a hard hit right against your back. "Ah shit...", you whispered quietly as you tried to get up. But just then someone grabbed you roughly by the arms. "Let go of me! Let go!", you growled, trying to hit the person holding you.

Somehow you managed to get up.

As you stood, you hit the captain in the ribs with a fine elbow, causing him to gasp, but it wasn’t something that would bring him down. It probably only made him angrier than he already was. That started the messy fight between you.

Just a few moments later you were on the ground. Mr.America was sitting directly on your torso, his knees pinning your arms down as he pressed his shield to your throat. "Now show us your face nicely, you monster," he growled as he ripped your mask off of your face and tossed it aside.

"What...you're a…woman?" he muttered, visibly surprised. You took advantage of this to kick him in the back with your knees as he didn’t pay attention anymore. As he fell forward, you pushed his shield away and spun with him.

"Never heard of women being killers too? Let’s see…maybe I can have a chance...to kill Captain America?", you whispered as you pulled a blade from your belt. This you pressed to his jaw, drawing a bit of blood from a little cut.

"Too bad you have your helmet on...then I could see your face while I pressed the knife into their chest. Slow and agonizing," you whispered against his ear.

He could throw you off him. Effortlessly. But he didn't. Out of fear? Most likely. (Not really)

Just as you pointed the knife at his chest, something hit you in the shoulder. Then right in the torso. With a pained gasp, you fell off of Steve as electricity coursed through your body.

"I knew you had a very specific taste in women," you heard the blackwidow ay. But the next moment, your eyes fell shut as well.

"Yoo-hoo wake up," you heard someones voice, as if through cotton. Someone tapped lightly against your cheek. Which made your head fall to the side.

You were sitting on a chair. Your arms were bound to the backrests. So was your upper body. Your legs. Everything possible was tied to the chair. It definitely wasn't comfortable.

Slowly you opened your eyes. Your gaze fell on the table in front of you. On the hands, which were leaning on the table.

"Where...where am I...", you mumbled.

"Ah, not so cocky and sassy anymore, huh? I'm sure the electric shocks weren't the most pleasant thing," Stark mocked you.

"You know, everyone thought we were tracking another Hydra agent, but I had a feeling it was someone else. A murderous woman. How many kills were there? Fourteen? Fifteen?" he continued talking. The corners of your mouth twitched upward.

"Twenty-eight," you spoke quietly as you lifted your gaze and looked directly into Stark's eyes. You saw the startled, as well as frightened, twinkle in his eyes that he tried so hard to hide.

He slowly straightened up. "Hmm, anyway-if you're not Hydra, then why are you doing it? Who told you to do it?"

You remained silent.

You spent the next half hour in silence as well. No matter what questions fell from Stark's lips. For the last fifteen minutes, you didn't even look at him. (Which definitely frustrated him.)

"All right. Have a nice night then," with those words he left the room. The metallic grips around your body opened. Slowly, you stood up. The room was very...well, definitely not homey. There was nothing. Only the table, your chair and an uncomfortable looking, small bed. You thought Stark liked to show off his richness.

Apparently not in the cells. Or whatever that was.

Slowly you sat down on the bed, sighing.

That's how the next few days went.

Tony Stark tried to get something out of you, but couldn't. Nothing. At least they brought you fresh and comfortable clothes everyday. Besides that the bathroom was also amazing, the shower head had great pressure and the water was hot. After months of hiding it was like heaven to finally be able to take a hot shower.

"Okay, Stark, maybe she needs a woman-to-woman talk," a female voice sounded from the ceiling. After that, the red-haired woman came into the room. Romanoff.

Sighing heavily, Stark stood up. "I don't have the nerve for this anymore. You have her all to yourself," he spoke as he left the room and closed the door behind him.

You looked back at the table again. Natasha sat down on the chair in front of you. "Y/N, right?" slowly you looked up, Natasha had a small smirk on her lips. "It's not getting any better for you. Either you talk or you stay here-" "and if I talk I get put in another cell? Thanks, then I can stay here too. It’s actually quite nice," you shrugged and looked away.

She was silent for a moment. "No. They can help you. you just have to say why you did it-who told you to do it. I wasn't always an avenger either," she spoke quietly. "You were in the RedRoom, I know...I heard your name a lot. Everyone knows you, Romanoff. But now you can go. I won't say anything. I don’t give a shit about your sappy story"

Rolling her eyes, she leaned back and crossed her arms in front of her chest. She remained sitting like that. For twenty minutes, probably thinking she’d be able to make me talk with her sharp gaze.

"All right, have it your way," she too left the room and you watched her go.

Standing outside the room was Steve and Natasha talked to him for a moment. What about you didn't know. Nor did you hear their conversation. "She's really not saying anything, Steve. Maybe you should go inside?" suggested Natasha. He, however, shook his head.

"I don't want to talk to that psychopath-bitch. She tried to stick a knife in my chest-and explained how she’d do it, too. So I certainly don't want to talk to her," he countered, with a stubborn tone. "Besides, I don't think there's anything good in her. She seems really vicious. Not like you or Bucky. She did everything because she wanted to-" "Steve, we don't know. Maybe she was threatened, or maybe she really didn't have a choice. Come on. Give her a chance," Natasha interrupted him. Annoyed, he looked at her. His jaw still having the remains of a slight scratch, which was almost healed. Still, you could see that there had been an injury there.

Shaking her head, Natasha walked away.

The next day, Natasha came back to your room. "Do you need to go to the bathroom?" she asked. Every day they asked the same question a few times a day.

When you left the room you were handcuffed. A sly grin formed on your lips as you walked past Steven Grant Rogers. Most of the time he wasn't there when you left the room, not wanting to see you at any point. "I see your pretty face has recovered....by the way, you look much better without that helmet. Would almost be too bad to hurt that face...almost," you added quietly as you walked right past him.

Unexpectedly, Steve grabbed your arms and pushed you roughly against the wall. A painful escaped your lips as your back hit the wall, hard. Automatically, Romanoff grabbed his arms, as did Stark, who had been standing close.

"You better shut your mouth, bitch," he hissed close to your face. It was apparently a rare sight to see Captain America like that, as Natasha and Tony looked surprised and maybe even a bit frightened. "Anything else, Captain? Are you locking me up? Nothing new," you growled back, not wanting to give him any satisfaction by scaring you. Even though you felt like your heart was about to spring out of your chest. And Steve definitely heard your increased heartbeat.

One of his hands reached for your neck. "Hey hey Steve. Take it easy," Tony now interfered as he tried to pull him away, again.

You felt the grip tighten. It was hard for you to swallow, to breathe. "Trust me, there are a lot worse things that could happen to you, little one," he growled.

"FRIDAY just told me you needed my he-Steve!l what the fuck are you doing," the Winter soldier's voice rang out. He pulled Rogers away from you forcefully, as he was the only one strong enough who could actually overpower Steve.

Immediately you gasped for air and slid down the wall. Carefully you caressed your neck with your hand. Barnes pulled Rogers away with him, hitting the back of his head several times with his human hand. >>You're such an idiot, you know that? Really an idiot. Idiot. Idiot. Idiot. She may be a killer but she’s still a lady<<

That day you were not interrogated, but instead moved to another cell/interrogation room. A more comfortable one. You definitely wouldn’t tell them anything.

The next day, Stark came to your room. "So, do you want to say something? Come on, we'll help you. I promise. Even Barnes is a free man now," he spoke as he sat down.

Silently, you crossed your arms and turned your head away.

"Alright...are you alright? About...you know? Yesterday?" he said more cautiously now. You scoffed. "Because of what? Ah you're talking about dear Captain America almost strangling an inmate? I'm fine. Now get out of here," you hissed.

Tony said nothing more, just nodded quietly, before leaving the room again.

You were alone until the evening. Only Natasha came by briefly and brought you something to eat. You didn't really talk, but it was relaxing not to be bombarded with questions.

After you had eaten quietly, you laid down. But you could not sleep. You felt like you were being watched. You were aware that there were cameras everywhere, but it was different. It’s like…you could feel a presence.

Slowly, however, your eyes fell closed-but not for long, as the sound of the door handle jolted you out of your nap.

It was too late for questioning. The light were off. What the hell?

"Who is it?", you asked into the darkness. No answer.

Suddenly, someone stopped in front of you. Immediately the smell of his aftershave filled your nose. warmth spread through your body "Rogers," you said harshly. "What do you want a-" before you could finish speaking you felt his hand around your neck again, making you gasp quietly.

It wasn't easy to intimidate you, but he managed. Especially since you were alone now. No one was here to hold Steve back.

Fuck.

"Not so smart anymore, huh? That's good...you should start being obedient…you're such a brat," he murmured close to your ear, his grip wasn’t as hard as the last time.

You tried to kick him right in his crotch with your knee, but he dodged.

"Brat, behave or you won’t like what’s coming," he hissed. You tried to back away from him, but this caused Rogers to press you tighter against the wall. You were still sitting on the bed, while he was towering over you. Using his strength and position to intimidate you.

"did you hear me?" he growled as he lifted your head a little. "I hate you," you croaked as hatefully as possible. As his grip grew even stronger, you whimpered. Now you were getting scared. You couldn't breathe. His grip was too strong. Painful even.

Your hand went to his wrist, causing him to hold it a little looser. "Behave." He hissed those words in your face. You felt his breath against your skin. Your lips. You felt goosebumps on your skin.

"Nev-never," you croaked.

Steve made an unexplainable noise. Similar to a growl. You felt hot. And cold. Both. A tension built between you two. "Someone needs to teach you some fucking manners," he growled so close to your lips you could nearly taste him. "You can try. Captain," you spit back.

He pressed his lips hard to yours in a bruising kiss-almost violent kiss, too much teeth, completely stealing your breath. His teeth came into contact with yours. It wasn't a gentle kiss. Not even close. It was hungry, desperate.

Your hands gripped his shirt, holding onto him like he was the last thing holding you above. His hand slid from your neck to your hair, grabbing it harshly.

Briefly, he let go of you, stepping away from you to look at you.

"Strip. Now," Steve spoke as he took another step back, crossing his arms over his chest.

You slowly stood up, but did nothing. A small smirk on your lips. "Fine...then I'll help you," with those words he grabbed your shirt, ripping it in two. Surprised, you sucked in a breath, while the two pieces of clothing fell to the floor. This made Steve laugh in satisfaction.

"Take your clothes off or everything will end up in two pieces," you hesitated briefly, but when he reached for your pants you immediately unzipped them and pulled them down as fast as you could, just leaving them on the floor.

"That's good…such a good girl. Very good," Steve spoke as he took another step closer. Gently, he caressed your cheek with his fingertips, then slowly down to your neck, along the bruise he caused days before. “I'm sorry my sweet girl, but you just…were such a brat…made me lose my temper...I didn't mean to hurt you, sweetheart," he spoke softly as he began to spread light kisses on your neck.

A gasp of pleasure escaped your lips. Then a soft whimper.

And Steve could get used to it.

"Now how about you get on your knees and do something useful with that mouth of yours?" he spoke in a deep voice that made your blood run hot. Slowly, you nodded. Your hands slowly stroked along his chest to the zipper of his jeans. You opened it slowly.

"And if I don't?", you murmured against his neck, letting your lips gently touch his skin. "That's what I was hoping for," with those words he slowly sat down on your bed. Not saying a single word.

Confused, you turned to face him, not understanding what he was doing.

You thought he’d maybe…fuck your face or something? Why was he sitting down? Would he ignore you now?

He pulled you closer to him, but threw you over his lap the next moment. Your cheek was buried in the pillow while he lightly stroked your butt. “If you say red, I’ll stop. Remember this,” “Okay, but why-“ Suddenly, a smack. "Ah-what-", the next blow didn't let me finish. “Count it sweetheart or we’ll start over.” You nodded quickly, counting the third slap, when his palm touched your ass. Fuck, his hands were huge. And he really wasn’t gentle with you.

Tears filled your eyes by the fifth hit, while your sobbed out your words. He didn’t go easy on you. Not at all. And you could tell he enjoyed it, by the feeling of his hard dick pressing against your hip. Your skin would probably be bruised tomorrow but…but it felt so good. You could feel your pussy throb. The pain only added to the pleasure. Fuck.

“Mm, doing so good, sweetheart. Taking your punishment so well”, he mumbled after the ninth one. At this point you were crying. The tears were streaming down your face into the pillow beneath you, but Steve didn’t care about it. He even enjoyed it. Very much so, feeling as his hard dick was throbbing against your hip. Trapped beneath the tight material of his jeans.

Your ass felt sore and tingly everywhere. You wouldn’t be able to sit tomorrow. God, it was so painful. And yet you felt how much your pussy was dripping with need.

Then you felt his lips on the sore spot. A filthy kiss, which made you sigh quietly into the pillow. His fingers stroked along the wet spot of your panties. Lightly he pulled on it, watching your pulsing cunt before letting it hit your skin again, making you jump in surprise. You let out sounds of strangled pleasure: a gasping, keening, moan. You were losing control over yourself and Steve was enjoying all of it.

At this point Steve felt how his dick leaked pre-cum, dampening his boxershorts, while he rutted lightly against your hip. The damp spot getting larger with every second.

"Why do the prettiest ones have to be so…evil?" he murmured against your skin. A giggle escaped you. Why, you didn't know, but you felt your blood rush to your cheeks, making you blush an unbelievably deep shade of red.

He rubbed with two of his fingers along your pantie clothed slit, pushing slightly into your wet hole, making you whine into the pillow.

"Please."

As that one word escaped your lips he stopped moving his hand. "How quick you’re learning, sweetie. You’re my perfect sweet girl, aren’t you?" You could tell by the tone of his voice that he was grinning, but you didn’t care. You just wanted to feel him. Feel something.

He pushed your panties aside and let one of his fingers glide between your wet folds. You could hear your own arousal and the squelching sound while he rapidly pumped his thick finger inside your throbbing pussy. You moaned softly into the sheets, finally feeling him stretching your hole. "Fuck," you gasped. "Tz tz, language, you want another spanking?" immediately you shook your head, whimpering.

"Please-don’t- just…just...touch me...please...more," you continued to beg. This time you didn't care anymore. You wanted him. All of him.

Steve added a second finger and started stroking over your sensitive spot. A squelching sound with every thrust. You couldn’t stop the quiet moans leaving your lips. "Mmmm...you feel so good...I can't wait to fuck you," he mumbled, kneading your sore ass cheek with the other hand. His words elicited goosebumps on your skin.

For a moment he stopped moving his hand, just rubbing along your velvet walls. When he started rubbing your g-spot your whole body trembled, especially your thighs, while you tightly grabbed the pillow underneath you. The pressure sends a shock of heat through your system.

"Mmm...you're so ready for me already. I bet I could just fuck into you ...effortlessly…and even if I couldn’t…I’m sure you wouldn’t mind getting it a bit rougher, Hm?" he spoke as he massaged the spot inside you, making you mewl pleasurably. "Baby, close your mouth. you’re drooling," only now did you realize your mouth was open. Immediately you closed it with a >click< sound of your teeth. Once again you felt blood rush to your cheeks. You couldn’t believe how much control he had over you, just by using his finders. You should feel embarrassed by the lack of control over yourself but you couldn’t even think about that right now.

"I asked you a question" "Yes, please...please move...fuck me-just do whatever you want", you sobbed, trying to nice your hips against his fingers. At this point you stopped listening to whatever he was saying. The only thing that mattered was for you to get off, especially with him pressing against your soft spot.

"You have to promise me something, Sweetheart. Tomorrow at the interrogation, you will answer all the questions. You will talk, baby, yeah?", Before he had even finished talking, you were already nodding vigorously. You felt humiliated being this needy, but you hadn’t been touched like this in a while and Steve seemed to know how to please a woman.

A chuckle came from Steve. "Perfect," he began to move his hand quickly, fucking you with his thick digits, while your arousal leaked out of your cunt onto his lap.For a moment his fingers left your channel empty and he watched your pussy throb for a moment, before licking over his fingers. "How sweet an evil bitch like you can taste," he bummed as he took his fingers in his mouth, slurping loudly.

Steve let his spit slicked fingers glide over your tight rim. The wet finger at your hole made you twitch slightly. He started rubbing at your hole. Your whole body shuddered feeling him slowly press into you.

You looked back at him for a moment, feeling how desperate you were for your release. At this point you felt overwhelmed with everything that was happening around you. With what he was doing to you. While his hands roamed over your body, you couldn’t stop the moans escaping your lips.

Then you felt the other fingers press once again into your waiting pussy, hitting the special spot with a hard thrust. Especially when he stimulated your other hole you opened my mouth in a silent moan, clutching the sheets in your fists. Steve's gaze was drawn to where his fingers were disappearing into your holes, sucking him in.

"Please Steve, please...I...", you tried to say something, but nothing besides moaning left your lips. Then his other hand slid to your clit and this was enough for you. Unexpectedly a shuddering orgasm rushed over you, a blinding pleasure washed over you, making you sob out Steve’s name. Your release squirted onto Steve lap, drenching his pants.

You never had such an orgasm before. Never felt so overwhelmed like you did right now. For a moment you couldn’t even open your eyes. You hadn’t even noticed how much your legs were shaking.

"...Hey sweetie, come back to me...baby...", Steve's voice sounded like you'd have cotton around your head. You felt so incredibly light. Slowly, you stopped giggling. Giggling? Why were you giggling? "That was really hot, you know, my pretty girl?" he murmured into your neck. "Did you know you could do that?" he asked with a certain pride in his voice.

Slowly he laid you down on the bed. When he got up you saw the big wet spot on his pants. You felt heat rush to your cheeks, probably pairing them scarlet, not being able to meet his gaze.

But you heard his belt buckle being opened and falling to the floor, making you lift your gaze to watch him for a moment, while he pushed his jeans and boxers down. Enough for his hard dick to spring free. He was big enough for his dick not to curve upwards, it just hung down, even in a completely erect state. It looked as thick as his wrist, with lots of veins showing and glistening from all the precum he was leaking.

You licked over your lips, watching as he stepped closer right before you, grabbing his cock with one hand and stroking his length. The amount of pre-cum made his movements smooth while he pumped his dick, moaning quietly into the darkness.

“Come on pretty girl, on your knees”, he mumbled, already helping you sit up on the bed. You sat back on your heels, sliding closer to the edge, letting his tip rub along your lips, leaving the taste of his pre-cum behind.

He watched as you licked his taste of your lips, before opening your mouth and sticking out your tongue to show him what you wanted. Please him. Let him fuck your face. Let him use you. Whatever he wanted to call it. You just wanted to feel him.

“You look so pretty like that…bet you’re even prettier with my cum all over your face”, moaned the man, pushing his dick between your lips and thrusting deep inside you, before slowly pulling away. He repeated this a few times, always hitting the back of your throat with his tip. He stopped for a moment. His heavy cock throbbed in your mouth, your tongue licking over the veins you could feel on the underside of his length.

Steve watched as you suckled and licked happily at his cock, like it was your only purpose. And maybe it was.

“My sweet girl. You just needed a cock to start behaving like a good girl, huh?”, he mumbled in a degrading manner, but you didn’t care. You probably should feel humiliated or some other kind of degraded but truthfully…you loved it. If you could stay like that, you would. Just being his good girl. His toy. His cumdump. Whatever he wanted you to be.

Shoving his dick once again deeper into your mouth, you moaned around him feeling so full. You tried to move your head a bit faster, trying to get him deeper into your throat but it only made you gag. Steve moaned, feeling your wet mouth, especially when you started fondling his balls. He couldn’t stop himself from thrusting deeper into you, making you deep throat him.

You could already tell your jaw would be killing you tomorrow, but all that mattered was making Steve feel good.

Steve grabbed your hair roughly fucking harscher into your mouth feeling his climax approaching. Before he could shoot his load in your mouth, he quickly pulled out, starting to stroke himself quickly, till he was painting your face with hot ropes of thick cum.

After coming down from his high, he let go of your hair and also pulled his pants back up, tucking himself in. “Such a good girl. You just needed someone to take care of you”, he grinned slightly, before cupping your face with his hands and massaging his cum into your cheeks and smearing onto your bottom lip, repeating it after you licked it away, humming quietly. You seemed content and even somehow relaxed.

He liked seeing you like this.

Especially coated with his cum. Being marked.

“My pretty girl”, he whispered, making you nod unknowingly. He grabbed one piece of the ripped shirt and wiped away the remains of his release, while you looked at him from under your eyelashes.

He leaned down to you, pressing his Lips softly onto yours. The kiss was different from the one before. A little slower and gentle. Very intimate.

"Get some sleep. You need rest before tomorrow's questioning. And keep the promise or your next punishment won’t bring you to an orgasm," he breathed against your lips, a smirk creeping onto his face. He moved away a little to give you a kiss on the forehead, then pulled the blanket over your body.

Exhausted, you didn't even have the strength to protest, just nodding silently.

At the door, however, he stopped again. It was dark, but you saw him grinning. "See you tomorrow, sweetheart" "Night, Steve...", then he closed the door behind him.

The next morning you were taken to the bathroom by Natasha to get ready for the day.

When you came back you sat down in the chair and waited for Tony, who usually tried to question you.

The door opened and someone sat down in front of you. Somehow you felt a shift in the air. A tension. "Who hired you?", you heard the smirk in his voice.

Immediately you raised your head.

Since when did Steve question you?

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Hear me out.

Steebie and Lottie spending a whole weekend together, then Steve has do a mission debrief. Which he does .. accidentally in toddler language. 👀

Then our favourite little tornado suddenly pops up at the debrief and now the team being debriefed is talking toddler language about an important mission. 😂

😂😂😂 hahahahahahahahahahaha it’s like that whole scene in AOU where Steve says Language…

Toddler talk

“Woah those are big emotions.” Steve said absentmindedly after Clint got pissed off in the debrief and started yelling. “But let’s use our inside voices.”

The conference room went eerily quiet as everyone looked from each other to Steve.

“What did you just say?” Clint asked in pure disbelief.

“Oh no.” Steve’s shoulders sag and cheeks go pink as he realizes what he’s said and what’s going to happen. Just as quickly as everyone shut up they start laughing.

The door flies open and in walks in the reason Steve was still stuck in what everyone called toddler talk.

“Dada!” Lottie runs around the table until she gets to Bucky and jumps in his arm. She peppers kisses on his cheeks before she moves on to you.

After Lottie is settled in your arms everyone is looking up expectantly at Steve to continue to meeting.

“Um ok. Let’s see, did anyone face hyd- any bad men?” Steve’s eyes go from his report to Lottie who gasped.

“Yes there were about 50 bad men.”

“Is this many?” Lottie lifts her hand with all five fingers stretched out.

“More than that.”

“Woah.”

“I know.”

“Does anyone have any owies that need to be reported?” Steve asked, not bothering to talk as he normally would.

“Just some scratches. Y/N fixed is up on the jet though.”

“Mama make owies go bye bye?”

“She did. Look she even gave me a falcon bandaid.” Sam lifts up his arm.

“So cute.”

“What about weap- toys?”

“All toys were taken away and catalogued and the bad guys are being put in time out as we speak.”

Charlotte looked up at her dad with wide eyes and parted lips. Time out was the worst thing she’s ever heard about, fortunately she’s never been subjected to such horror.

The debrief lasts only a few more minutes but during that time everyone continues to talk code. Eventually everyone gets up and starts leaving. Steve is typing away on a tablet when he feels a little tap on his arm.

“Did good job Steebie.” Lottie presents him with a gold star sticker. When he looks up you’re standing there with a grin on your face.

Steve rolls his eyes but accepts the star anyways.

“Thank you sweetheart.”

Lottie runs back to you so that you can pick her up.

“Thanks for watching them this weekend.”

“You know I don’t mind. I love those kids.”

“Now That’s a big emotion.” You tease.

“Stop being a poo poo head.”

Lottie gasps. “Steebie say bad word. Steebie time out mama?”

“He’s definitely going on time out.”

“No time out, pwease. Steebie good.” Lottie pouts as she pleads her case for her favorite person.

“Fine but just this one time. But no dessert after dinner.”

Steve gets up and starts walking along side you as he chuckles.

“Is Kay. Habe dessewt befowe dinnuh.”

“Good idea Lottie. You are so smart.”

“I hope you stay stuck talking like this.” You mutter and Steve laughs.

“It’s fine as long as I can still talk to my best girl.”

#you’ve got mail 💌 #val answers #my little love extra

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Hydra!Alex smexy session

Thank you @shotmrmiller for helping me idea generate, I did have to change the plot a bit to get it out in time

Link to the hc for the au < here

‘Breed.’ The voice in the back of his kind hissed at him.

“No.” He said sternly, under his breath as he watched his Darling clean in their shared barracks. “Not now I'm on

“You’re talking to yourself again.” She said with an amused grin.

“Is it really myself if there’s a monster voice in my head.”

‘Hydra.’ The hydra’s voice hissed.

“No one asked, H.” He mumbled.

“Hmmm, still yourself.” She said, after a quick moment of thinking. Her tiny athletic shorts clung to her hips, he could barely see the lace of her panties.

‘Look at those birthing hips. She is a great mate, why won’t you breed her.’ The Hydra hissed out.

“Will you shut up?”

“I… didn't say anything?”

“Not you, sweet cheeks.” Alex said with a sigh.

“What’s he saying now?”

‘BREED. Please!’ The Hydra practically cried out.

“Nothing important,” Alex said, making the Hydra hiss at him.

“So what did you do to yourself again?”

“Got stabbed by a new Sergeant when we were training hand to hand. I was showing a recruit how to disarm someone with a knife and… well.”

“You should be healed up soon, what’s taking so long?” She teased, poking him with a shoe she found under his bed.

“Yeah, but it’s always scale-y after.” He sighed, pulling up his shirt.

“Bloods clotted, let me see.” She said, gently unwrapping it. She traced her fingers gently over the olive colored scales. “How do you feel?”

“Been better. You know how sensitive the scales are after.” He mumbled, biting his lip. Fresh scales were always so delicate. They’d shed in an hour or two but it still was so tantalizing the way she was running her fingers over them like the flutter of a butterfly’s wings.

The Hydra was losing its mind.

‘Breed, she is admiring your scales and they aren’t even a good color for Hydras! She wishes to breed! She wishes to mate!’ Of course, it was mating season for the Hydra. Getting 2 seasons a year and this is her job to take it so he didn’t feel to bad.

“Please, i’m begging you its mating season and it’s difficult enough as is!” His now slit pupils were blown out, face flushed.

She cocked a brow in curiosity, “tell me how this feels then.”

She bent down and planted a soft kiss to the scales making him let out a whine before she licked down the small section. When she got close to the bottom she licked slightly under the scale, curling it up and making it pull against his skin. He let out a broken moan as the pain and pleasure swirled.

‘BREED NOW. BREED. MUST.’ The hydra whined as Alex sat there and took it. His eyes rolling back as his body curled at the sensation.

“Use your words.” She told him, reminding him why she did it.

“G-good-good.” He stuttered out. “Feels good.”

She ran her fingers over it lightly again, making him whimper and hiss, a reminder of his monster, as she traced them down to his pants. She looked up to meet his eyes, he nodded, softly giving permission. She undid his zipper softly, not wanting to do anything too sudden.

She planted another kiss on the scales before going in for a large suck on the sensitive spot as she began to palm him through his underwear. Another hiss left him, his face contorted in pain and pleasure as she put him through such delicious torture.

The hydra was speechless, for once. Just pacing in circles in his mind.

‘Breed. Breed. She wishes to breed.’ The hydra almost sounded excited for the first time ever.

Alex’s eyes slammed open as she let out a moan against the scales, “dear God, you’re gonna be the death of me!”

When she pulled down his waistband, another reminder of his monster was there.

“You didn’t tell me there was two.” She said, almost as if it was a question.

Alex’s face got immediately redder. “Hard to bring that up on a nice dinner date, isn’t it?” He said nervously. “Wasn’t exactly born this way. It’s one of the side effects.”

He cleared his throat, “the Hydra says they usually alternate which ones they use, some survival technique. I don't know.” He said pretty embarrassed. Blinded by his embarrassment he didn’t see her put the bottom one, the slightly larger of the two penises, in her mouth or feel her put lube on her hand under the bed as she began to rub the one out.

His hands clenched around the bed sheets with a gasp. “Jesus Christ, warn me next time!”

The one that had grown in after, apparently the bottom one, had foreskin but the top one didn’t. She jerked him off with a nice squeeze that didn’t hurt but created a beautiful friction that made his body curl even more. He clenched and unclenched his fists rhythmically on his chest trying to ground himself. Little moans and whimpers slipping from his mouth as she took care of him, the voice of the hydra lulled into a shocked bliss at the sensations.

She took her mouth and hand away from him, making him whine.

She moved both her hand over and switched. Edging him a bit more before she moved to jerking both with her hands.

It took little time for him to cum. A clutch of little eggs, each about the size of fish eggs, spilling over his stomach. Her eyes widening.

“Eggs?”

“Yeah,” he chuckled nervously. “One of the changes.”

Masterlist is pinned on profile as always with all my AUs, don’t forget to leave me a comment or a request in my inbox to let me know what yall want to see!

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[idontwanttospoiltheparty]

Very interesting thoughts on HYDS/TMP. Paul’s whole attitude (which translates to his songwriting) can seem like one big obfuscation which I only imagine for John must be suffocating, irritating, etc… especially since he’s no longer on the side of Paul’s obfuscation. so I very much see why he wanted to smash through all that and I doubt he thought deeply about the effect of his actions beyond (hopefully) hurting Pauls feelings. Added to that I think they barely talked about the breakup in general (because of the lawsuit for one), let alone face to face, let alone their personal feelings about it. So to be hearing about Paul’s feelings in a song where Paul is basically saying it’s his fault and it’s the first song on the album and he’s kinda telling him to shut up as well! For John to be like well IM not gonna hide, if you want to do this publicly then I’ll do you better… it’s understandable. Very messy! But you know… also John was feeling like half the album were veiled references against him and on that front I also feel like this is Paul’s little petty nastiness coming in to play, this is his version of cutting johns curtains. Like kinda trying to distill his huge anger into the smallest possible form and get it across and I have no doubt John is picking up on that anger even if he gets specifics wrong

I think there's a central… almost Rohrschach test in a lot of John and Paul's conflicts.

Because we know two things:

John was prone to paranoia

Paul was/is prone to obfuscation

But any given strange "subtext" going on in their relationship (and I think Ram is a prime example here) you could emphasize point 1 and side with Paul or emphasize point 2 and side with John. (ofc some people will mix and match here, with a "he had it coming"-type attitude).

The truth appears to be somewhere in the middle but it can get a bit… tiring to try and parse out the details if that makes sense.

But I'll reiterate that I don't think How Do You Sleep is measured because… He's not saying what he actually means!!!! Like. John was not pissed at Paul because "Sgt Pepper caught him by surprise" or whatever. He was not pissed because he didn't think Another Day was a good song. My feelings on it are literally:

(see: Run of the Mill (1970))

That being said. I'm still shocked every time I listen to Too Many People and the hungry people line comes up. like. jesus fucking christ Paul…

#ask #sleeper9 #jp #meta

[srbachchan]

DAY 5234

Kheu, Hyds                       June 11,  2022                  Sat 11:24 AM

The night was disjointed , inclined to ignore the test of writing , to drive away into the confines of the self less , to be un enthusiastic , to avoid , to just allow the temperament to ride before , to feel compelled to be un compelled .. to just ..

SHUT UP .. !!! 🤐🤐🤐

But the morn has been alive .. drifting through the library of books behind me and randomly did pick one that has letters of Babuji collected and printed by them that have been able to gather several from several sources .. and for a while spent time in rushing through its pages , until after many that gave reason, sense, learnings , I found messages that gave reverence to Hanuman, just when I received images on my mobile of the deity , and quite by coincidence, came across this portion of a letter Babuji had written in response to a query by a letter writer .. 

Apart from the religiosity of the matter and content, which really is not the intention - has never been on this platform - there were some aspects which were universal .. 

The moments in his life when he was a non believer , an atheist , a nastik  and then a change again .. 

“Destiny has a brighter side to it as well .. religious belief is a gift of your upbringing your ‘ संस्कार ‘ sanskaar , the parental or generational up bringing .. it is difficult to get rid of it .. even when I was an atheist , I was a theist in some form or the other ..  what we believe in, quite honestly, we ourselves do not know ..”

“Hanuman is the devta ‘देवता ‘  a divine presence , of will power .. nothing is impossible in the power of his will .. he is humble in front of God .. ‘मैं सेवक सचराचर’ .. mai sevak sacharachar .. I the server of the universe ( is the quote in his mention of him )  ..  I believe in Hanuman .. on the Tuesday’s, the day of Hanuman, I do not eat , I fast .. in his  ‘उपासना’ .. upasana , his worship his reverence , I believe I find strength and increased will power .. he is humble in front of God .. he sees the presence of the Almighty in ‘चर-अचर’ char-achar ..  the moveable and the immoveable .. there is a very exalted sateek ‘सटीक’  description of him - Hanuman - in the Ram Charit Manas .. ‘रामचरितमानस’  .. ‘the lake of the good deeds of Ram’ “

(Ramayana was written by sage Valmiki in Treta Yuga in the Sanskrit language. Sage Valmiki was a contemporary of Lord Ram.

RamCharitManas was written by great Awadhi poet Goswami Tulsidas in Kaliyuga in Awadhi language. Tulsidas lived in the 15th century AD (1511–1623). The word Ramayana is made of two words — Ram and Aayanam (Story), thus the meaning of Ramayana is Ram’s story.

The word RamCharitManas is made of three words — Ram, Charita (good deeds) and Manas (lake), thus the meaning of RamCharitManas is Lake of good deeds of Ram.)

“In this World, for a struggling person like me , there is ever the need for will power .. and at the same time , humility ..really, how much there is to respect and praise the ‘मनीषा’ - thought , wisdom, intelligence .. of an Indian a Bharatiya .. he created or made the बानर ‘baanar’ , the animal monkey, a symbol, a प्रतीक prateek  of will power .. his, the baanar , will power is the power strength that is  ‘pashwik’ , पाशविक - pertaining to or characterising animals, bestial .. but he, Hanuman, was deputed in the service of Ram, Lord Ram ..” 

“There was will power in Hitler and Gandhi too .. but Gandhi’s will power was designated, assigned for higher principles ..” 

 “Each one of us should choose our उपास्य upaasya ..  that which is worthy of adoration, reverence , according to our nature .. perhaps our reverence bends towards it , on its own  ..” 

“I do not know why I found myself closer to Hanuman ..” 

                            ~ Harivansh Rai Bachchan

                               👣👣👣👣👣👣👣 .. 🙏🙏🙏 ... 🚩🚩🚩

In the mode of rest and moderation ..

Amitabh Bachchan

[hailhydra920]

Sick

Pairing: Soft!Winter Soldier x reader

Summary: The Winter Soldier takes care of you when you’re sick.

Warnings: None

A/N: I’ve been sick, and I just wanted a Soft!Winter Soldier to hold and take care of me. Is that so much to ask?

           It was quiet and dark, like a blanket had settled inside the huge house. Taking careful steps, Winter edged toward the kitchen silently. Opening one of the cabinets, he dropped a few cans of soup into his backpack, along with a couple things of medicine. Moving into the fridge, he tossed a few bottles of water and soda into his bag. He knew it was wrong to steal, but you were sick, and you were always his first priority. Besides, these people were dripping with money. He wouldn’t be stealing if he had money, but when you escape from Hydra, funds tend to be low.

           He took a few more things and made his way toward the window. He took one last glance around the house to make sure he left no traces of him, before sneaking out of the house. He made his way toward where you guys were currently staying, which was a rundown abandoned house downtown. As he neared closer to the house, he could hear your painful coughs, and he winced. It sounded like it hurt a lot.

           He entered quickly and set his backpack down as he took in your current state. You were shaking and curled up into a ball as another round of coughs forced their way out. Your eyes were rimmed with red, and Winter walked over to you. He pressed his lips to your forehead and sighed when he noticed your fever wasn’t down.

           “I got some stuff to make you feel better.” He mumbled as he grabbed his backpack and pulled a few things out.

           “W-winter,” You voice was hoarse from all the coughing. “Where did you get all that stuff?”

           Shaking his head, he opened one of the medicine bottles. “It doesn’t matter where I got it. You’re what’s important. Now open up.”

           You partially sat up and slowly drank some of the medicine he had poured for you before laying back down. “Baby, please tell me you didn’t kill anyone for this stuff. It looks expensive.”

           “I didn’t kill anyone, promise. I…I don’t do that anymore.” He said twisting the cap back on as he looked at you fondly. “Would you like some soup?”

           You nodded your head just as you broke into another coughing fit. He kissed your forehead and wandered over to the kitchen area to get the stove working. Once he managed that, he grabbed a spare pot from the cabinet and began heating up the soup. He looked at you as you pulled up the thin blanket tighter against you and shivered. He hated seeing you like this, mainly because there was only so much he could do. Your body would just have to fight this off.

           The soup finished and he poured some into a bowl. He helped you sit up all the way and he sat on the edge of the bed with the bowl and spoon in his hands. He dipped the spoon in the soup and gently blew on it before holding the spoon to your mouth.

           “Winter, baby, you don’t have to feed—” You coughed again, and Winter squeezed his eyes shut.

           “Just…just please let me help you. Let me do something good.” He whispered as he lifted the spoon toward you again.

           You weakly nodded and let him feed you. He was patient and made sure not to give you too much, or you might throw up. He doesn’t think his heart can bear seeing you like that again. He brought a water bottle to your lips as you sipped it. You needed to stay hydrated. After he screwed the lid back on, he set it on the bedside dresser, along with the soup bowl. Winter gave you some different medicine and checked your temperature again by pressing his lips to your forehead again.

           “Seems to be going down.” He whispered against your skin. “That’s good.”

           You wrapped your body around him, and he held you tightly. Feeling your body shake with coughs, he rubbed your back soothingly and peppered kisses into your hair.

           “I’ve got you.”

           Once your body calmed down, he gently laid you on the bed and spooned you from behind.

           “You need rest.” He breathed. “I’ll be right here. And I promise, Hydra will never take us away from each other. I…I love you.”

           You yawned and reveled in his warmth. “I love you too, Winter. Thank you for taking care of me.”

           “No need to thank me. I’ll always care for you. Now rest.”

           He held you close as you drifted off. He thought about how one day you two wouldn’t need to run anywhere and he could give you everything you needed. And you would both be happy. He sighed before closing his eyes, images of better days playing in his dreams.

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[everybodyscupoftea]

hiii luv, hyd? so what about a smut-ish one where y/n is kinda innocent, and became interested in this "sexual world" just a short time ago, so one day jj catches her masturbating, she gets all shy but explains that she have never reached an orgasm cause she doesn't know exactly what to do, and he offers help cuz why not (idk if you get it, i suck w descriptions). you can decide if they're dating or are just friends. some cute jj praising her like "ur doing it good princess" would be nice too :)

hi, i’m great, how are you :)

this is gonna be in the unc soccer reader universe and you’ll see why once you read it. i put some spin on it, but i imagine you’ll like it anyway!

warnings: cursing, nsfw, not even a little bit edited

it wasn’t that you were a virgin, it was just that sex wasn’t really a priority. all of the time you threw into soccer left very little time for other activities. so, when you started dating jj, it was a conversation you felt like you needed to have.

“i, um, i’m not sure how to put this,” you muttered, twirling your thumbs, “i wanted to tell you now before we get to that point, though.”

jj looked confused, “what point?”

“sex.”

his eyes widened, “okay, i’m listening, take your time.”

“i’m just-” you sighed, “i’m not the most experienced. i mean i’m not a virgin.”

jj held his hand up, “not that that would be an issue.”

“no, i know, but i’m not. i’ve just never had time really to do that stuff between school and soccer.”

he felt a little bad, he could tell you were clearly uncomfortable and unsure what he was going to think, so he put a hand on your shoulder and squeezed in a show of support, “that’s okay. we’ll play it by ear, however fast or slow you want to go.”

and that was that, the end of the mildly uncomfortable situation. he didn’t bring it up again, content to let you make the decisions, which made you feel better for sure. you thought, it might be a good idea, while you waited, to experiment on your own.

one afternoon, after practice, you pulled your shorts off and sat on your bed propped up against your pillow. spreading your legs, knees bent, you played with the edge of your blanket, trying to decide whether you should pull it up or not.

it’s kind of cold, you rationalized, and pulled it up over your knees. the afternoon light was dim through the closed blinds and you sighed to steel your nerves before reaching down to touch your clit.

it felt a little weird at first, not exactly great, but not bad either. just weird. so you decided to keep it up. sinking into it a little, you experimented with speeds and various pressures, and eventually it started to feel much better. 

when wetness started to gather, you reached a finger down, dipping into it, and started rubbing your clit with that finger, which felt much better. after a few minutes of this, your legs started to shake and your eyes fluttered. it felt like you were right there, on the edge, but you couldn’t quite get over it.

about to give up, you growled in frustration, and before your hand dropped, the door flew open. you screamed, dragging the blanket all the way up to your chin, and jj jumped, startled at your reaction.

“how the fuck did you get in?!” you yelped.

“you gave me your spare key, remember?” he asked, clearly not realizing what you had been up to when he burst in. 

“fuck,” you exhaled, trying to calm your pounding heart, “yeah, sorry, forgot for a second.”

he nodded, “all good. were you about to take a nap?”

your face heated up and you shut your eyes, trying to figure out how to answer him. his eyes searched your face, looking concerned, and you could tell when he took notice of your shorts and underwear discarded at the foot of your bed.

jj’s eyebrows shot up and he smirked, “not napping, having fun?”

“trying to,” you bit out, not meeting his eyes.

“can i see?”

“i-” you bit the inside of your cheek, “okay.”

jj kicked his shoes off and then sat at the end of your bed, crossing his legs in front of him, and waited patiently for you to move the blanket. slowly loosening your death grip on it, you let him start to pull it away, knees coming back up.

his eyes darkened as he looked at you and he bit his lip, eyes going straight down. you shivered a little when he quietly told you, “show me.”

hand shaking, you brought it back down and resumed what you’d been doing before he interrupted. it didn’t take long to work you back up to where you’d been before and he hummed, eyes following your every movement.

you groaned again, still not able to get there and he asked, “what’s wrong, baby?”

“i can’t.”

“can’t what?”

“get there.”

“you want some help?”

you nodded and he leaned forward, to put a hand on your knee. you whimpered at his touch and he slid his hand up to press down on your lower stomach, lightly at first, and then firmer when you didn’t push him away.

“that good for you?”

you nodded again, adding an “uh huh,” when he raised his eyebrows, waiting for a verbal response.

“okay, speed it up a little.”

with another nodded, you did as he said and pressed your hips into it, thrusting slightly, and you whimpered again. the pressure he was adding, speeding things up significantly.

“there you go, you’re doing so well, princess.”

legs shaking, you groaned once more and came finally. it felt like something in your stomach snapped, like a rubber band, and warmth rushed through you. your legs went limp and flopped down on either side of him.

“how was that?” he asked, one hand stroking over your knee.

you cleared your throat, “good.”

jj smiled, leaning forward a bit to kiss you, and said, “i’m glad, i only want you to be comfortable with me.”

“i am, always.”

“you’ll tell me if that changes, yeah?”

“yeah, don’t worry,” he smiled and kissed you again, pulling back to press kisses on your cheeks and forehead.

“good.”

#jj maybank #college jj #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank smut #jj maybank request

[ivyprism]

Cyrus: You can’t ever shut me up, Hyd.

———

Kioko: Oh… Cool. I’m glad that you won’t.

Hydrangea: You're right and I hate it.

-----

Dolce: But I could.

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[kambleamruth-blog]

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[null-hydrangea]

I just love how people are drawing Moss as a sleepy old dog and Oatchi as this teeny tiny little fucking Thing that was born like a week ago

#I love grandma moss. #she's an old girl #and i love her #pikmin #oatchiposting #pikmin 4 #oatchi #moss pikmin #shut up hyd #hydposting

[barb-aricyawp]

Yo, I had another chem exam today but your Torture Tuesday continues to get me through the pain of organic synthesis. So.. how about Bucky and a collar? I'd love to see what you come up with ;) -S

Ugh, that sounds unpleasant. Hopefully Bucky and his trauma can make it up to you.(for torture tuesday) 

“The collar is permanently affixed to his neck,” Tony says, taking off his gloves. “I can’t remove it. It’s bolted to his vertebrae.”

“Bolted,” Steve repeats, rubbing his face. “Jesus.”

“And there’s more.”

“Of course there is.” When it comes to Bucky’s trauma, there’s always more.

“I found a transmitter and two prongs that protrude into the base of his throat. That, alongside some truly nasty conducting coils...” Tony pushes his glasses up on his nose, hiding behind the purple tint. “It’s a shock collar, Steve.”

—-

Bucky shrugs when he gets the news. “I know,” he says. “I’ve just learned to live with it.”

“Bucky,” Steve starts, but Tony interrupts him.

“Is the shock collar remote controlled, or does it require other stimulus? A radius, perhaps? Locational like an invisible fence? I found a transmitter, but—“

Steve doesn’t touch Tony, rather takes a step closer to him to remind him of his presence. To remind him when he’s being coarse.

“Sorry,” Tony corrects himself, leaning away from Steve. “What I’m asking is: What sets the collar off?”

Bucky stares at him blankly for a moment.

“Seems to be a lot of things. I don’t kn—“ Bucky stops suddenly. His facial muscles twitch and his eyes roll back in their sockets. His teeth chatter together. It’s shocking him. It’s shocking him right now, and Steve can’t do anything.

The electrical shock lasts exactly five seconds.

Steve bites a hole into his cheek watching.

—-

Steve adjusts to the sight of it. It’s a thick band several inches wide, and thus restricts much of Bucky’s motion. Rather than swiveling his head, Bucky must turn his entire body to look left or right.

He grows his hair long, until it skims his shoulders, and the curtain of hair mostly obscures the collar. Steve suspects this is for his benefit.

—-

Tony tells Steve that the collar is only attached to Bucky at one point: the back of his neck, directly into his vertebrae. But with Bucky’s long hair, Steve has yet to see the bolt.

—-

July is hotter than usual, a humid swelter settles over the city and lingers there. The metal collar warms easily, and the skin pressed against it blushes red.

One day, when temperatures break the hundreds, Bucky tie his long hair into a handsome top knot, just to escape the heat of it on his neck.

That’s how Steve spots the bolt. 

It is big, nearly the size of a quarter in diameter. And though the metal band obscures the entry point, white scar tissue spiderwebs the back of his neck.

Bucky leans back and the collar of his shirt slouches off the base of his neck. There, just below his shirt collar, the skin puckers into a tight knot of scar tissue. A circle of white that stands out against the heat-flushed skin. It will never blush. It will never tan.

Bucky catches Steve staring. In response to Steve’s gawking, Bucky just smiles. Sweet faced, but faking it. 

“Don’t look so horrified,” he says. “Scar tissue doesn’t hurt.”

Steve resolutely doesn’t let his eyes drop to the metal band.

—-

They make one more attempt to remove the collar, despite Bucky’s insistence that it can’t be done. 

“What about the first collar?” Steve asks, thinking about the circle of scar tissue he discovered the other day. “How did they remove that?”

Bucky blinks at Steve like he’s ridiculously dumb. “It wasn’t a shock collar,” he explains. “But go ahead and try.”

It goes horribly.

Tony manages to find the shock mechanism, but wires are deeply embedded in vertebrae and spinal nerves. Tony whistles through his teeth. “This must send voltage straight down your spine when it’s active.”

Bucky shrugs. “Feels like it’s all over.”

“Alright, well let me see if I can’t just get this bad boy out of there...” 

The moment Tony tries to extract it, the shocks engage.

Tony jerks back, waiting for the usual five seconds to run their course while Bucky seizes under the electricity.

Four seconds pass. Then five. 

Then six. 

The collar doesn’t disengage, it continues on for ages and ages. Bucky rattling and convulsing under its currents. Like a man possessed.

Steve smells burning skin. Meat cooking and charring.

“Tony,” he says sharply.

“Working on it,” Tony says, donning thick rubber gloves.

A startling sound emits from Bucky then. A whine, shaking and rattling out of him. “Don’t,” he grits out. “Don’t touch me.”

“But Buck—“

Bucky’s eyes are rolled back in his sockets, jaw locked tight as he grits through his teeth, “Hail HYDRA.”

The electricity shuts off immediately.

Steve can’t speak. Can’t even breathe. He takes a few steps back to collect himself. He pinches the bridge of his nose between his thumb and knuckle, squeezing until he can focus on the pressure in his sinuses, and not what he just witnessed.

“Well, we botched that. We should’ve listened to you, Barnes,” Tony scrubs a hand over his face. “Almost makes you miss HYDRA, doesn’t it?”

Bucky glances back to Steve, his disapproving scowl. He shakes his head. “I never miss HYD—“

The shock collar goes off, zapping Tony’s fingers. He jumps back, yelping and shaking out his shocked hand. Bucky sits through his five prolonged seconds of voltage.

It stops this time.

—-

In mid-September, Steve spots Bucky talking on the telephone. Already a strange occurrence for Bucky--Steve didn’t even know he had a cell phone--but what is stranger is what he says. And what happens when he says it.

“No, sir,” he says, and Steve can see him squaring his shoulders. “I haven’t contacted Captain Rogers.”

As he says it, his body twitches and convulses as if seizing. The collar is shocking him again, Steve can recognize the signs. 

But Bucky manages to keep his tone level, lying smoothly through the shocks.

Whoever is on the end of the line—certainly HYDRA—it’s important that they don’t know Steve is present. So he watches Bucky’s back while he talks. Waiting patiently to confront him.

Bucky tells three more lies during the remainder of the call. Each time he is shocked, and each time he continues on uninterrupted.

When he hangs up the phone, Bucky doesn’t turn around. “How long have you been standing there, Steve?”

“Long enough.”

Bucky’s whole upper torso twists so he can regard Steve in his periphery. His handsome profile pulled into a frown. “I can feed them false information if they think I’m still HYDRA.”

“Makes sense,” Steve says agreeably. Then, “Could have told me.”

“You wouldn’t have liked it.”

“I don’t.” Steve is skirting the real question: “It’s a lie detector, isn’t it?”

Bucky stands, turns. He doesn’t answer for a while. Then he says, “I’m used to it.”

The shock collar doesn’t engage.

#straight-to-the-pain #torture tuesday #whump bucky barnes #poor steve #hydra trash party #shock collars

[melodiouswhite]

Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde rewritten - Ch. 55

55. Reconciliation

(A/N: This is extremely corny and I’m not sorry)

Hyde shook his head, when he helped Jekyll out of his morning coat and night gown.

“Jekyll, when was the last time you ate?”

The blond blinked. “Uhm … I'm not sure, actually. I've lost track of time.”

“Well, you will eat regularly from now on, Fairest. I can't have you become ugly from starvation.”

“Sure thing, my wild child”, the Doctor retorted drily and allowed the other to help him into the tub.

He sighed happily, as his body submerged in the hot herbal bath.

Hyde fetched a rug and some soap and began to carefully wash the older man (yes, he knew that Jekyll was perfectly capable of doing that himself, but screw you!). The blond looked at him in confusion, but laid back and allowed it all.

This would have been incredibly sensual (sexual even), but neither was in the mood.

“You're so thin”, he remarked, as he washed the other's chest and could feel the ribs under the remaining muscle mass.

“That's coming from you?”, Jekyll countered, “You obviously haven't gained any weight either. When I was hugging you, I could feel your shoulder blades through your clothing.”

“That would be a good point, except that I did eat regularly. I just was sick a lot lately.”

“I know”, the old man told him, much to his surprise.

How the hell does he know?

His surprise intensified, when Jekyll shifted in the tub and asked, if he would join him.

Hyde lifted an eyebrow. “Don't you think that's a bit too much? The bathtub isn't big enough for us both.”

That statement prompted Jekyll to raise a brow in return. “It's big enough for three, Hyde. You wouldn't normally have a problem with my request.”

Hyde hesitated. He didn't want Jekyll to see all the bruises and scratches all over his emaciated body.

“Edward”, the blond spoke up tentatively, “I'm aware of what I'm going to see under your clothes.”

Hyde didn't comply, but took a chair and sat beside the tub. “How do you know?”, he asked quietly.

Something sparked in Jekyll's eyes.

“It seemed that we didn't separate that completely”, the older man explained. “We still share certain sensations. Primarily it's pain. Every time you got hurt, I could feel it too. I know about your bruises and scratches, because I could feel the pain they caused. And your grief and disgust. The rest wasn't hard to guess”, he added sadly.

Hyde felt like he was going to cry.

“Come here.”

It was only now that the brunette complied – without undressing first.

Jekyll laughed heartily (it sounded odd, like he hadn't laughed in quite a while): “Entering a bath with your clothes on?”

“Shut up”, Hyde muttered.

He blushed a little, when the taller man wrapped his arms around him and pressed their bodies together.

It was a bit surreal that he was the clothed one, while Jekyll was naked (obviously, they were bathing, but still!).

The hot water was seeping through his entire set of clothes, but being drenched had never been so pleasant.

The temperature didn't bother him, but he could tell that Jekyll was starting to feel drowsy. Apparently that was normal for people, if the bath was just hotter than it should be, but Hyde had never had that problem. Although … there was no denying that this was pretty damn relaxing. Resting on Jekyll's shoulder and feeling the other's big hands stroke his back and hair.

“Edward?”

Jekyll's gentle voice pulled him back to reality.

When he looked up, his own glowing green eyes met nervous chocolate brown ones.

Jekyll seemed to be struggling for words.

But then he finally found the ones he'd been looking for: “I … I missed you. God, you have no idea how much I missed you. I missed your voice, your creepy giggle, your ivory white face, the softness of your black brown hair, the wicked twinkle in your bright green eyes, the mischief you always got up to, your liveliness and the fire in your eyes. I missed holding you, kissing you, how we teased each other, how you purred, wheedled or nagged into my ear to get what you want, I missed arguing with you, because one of us was angry at the other … everything. I never realised just how much I need you, until you suddenly weren't there.”

Hyde didn't know what to say. He wouldn't have talked anyway, because he was struggling to keep down that huge lump in his throat. He didn't want to cry, but it was so hard.

Jekyll seemed to notice, as he tightened his embrace and rubbed soothing circles on his back.

A few deep breaths later the brunette had regained his composure enough to talk.

“I missed you too”, he rasped. “I thought I would be freer and happier without you. I thought that I didn't really need you anymore, now that I'm separated from you. I was wrong. I was insecure and full of doubts about my existence and our relationship and needed to get away. To get a clear head, you know.”

The blond frowned a little and paused his movements. “That's not all, is it?”

Hyde shook his head and lowered his gaze. “No. Remember how I said I owe you nothing? That was never true and we both know it. I owe you everything and … and I hated it. You're the one who created me, from yourself no less. Even though I'm separated now, I will always be a part of you. Everything I have ultimately belongs to you. My papers, my money, my home, my books, the very clothes I'm wearing right now …  myself.”

“Edward, don't-”

“Please, let me finish!”, the young man pleaded. “Jekyll, there is nothing that I could possibly offer you that you don't already have. There is nothing I can give you. When we were one, I could give you a chance to forget about your cares for a while and to live out your desires and such. I was your mask and you were mine. I was your darker side, the incarnation of everything that you loathed about yourself – don't interrupt me – it was that simple. But everything is different now and I don't know what and who I am or where I'm at with you. I don't even know, whether I'm a true human like you and the others or whether I will always be an inhuman, artificial being like Frankenstein's Creature.”

Jekyll's eyes widened. He looked so saddened and upset that Hyde couldn't hold it in any longer and burst into tears.

“I … I don't know anything anymore, Henry!”, he sobbed. “Who and what am I … if not a part of you? You're always so sentimental on me, but what do you really want from me? What could you possibly want from me, if not … if not …”

“If not your body?”, the blond guessed. “So this (and your insecurity about the entire situation) was the problem all along?”

Hyde nodded and cried harder. Damn, when had he last cried so much?

Jekyll's embrace tightened and the brunette felt one large hand (the left one, he could tell) stroke his hair again.

“Oh Edward, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to make you feel inferior or used. I noticed that you were unhappy after we met Lady Summers' friends, but after you didn't answer my question immediately, I just dropped it and assumed that you were having the morbs – that's no novelty for either of us.”

“No, it's not.”

“But I – as your other half and creator – should have realised that it was much worse than that. I should have known better. But instead I just shrugged it off, like the complete and utter idiot that I am. Then you suddenly snapped and yelled reproaches at me and I … I made the same mistake I once made with Lanyon. Instead of having a proper talk with you like a reasonable person, I threw a tantrum and called you the nastiest things. And I'm so sorry. For this and so much more.”

“H-huh?”

Looking up, the brunette saw that the blond was crying too. The tears were running freely down his cheeks.

Jekyll closed his eyes, took a deep, shaky breath and continued: “I'm sorry for all the times I called you 'little demon', 'hell child', 'insult to God', 'ungrateful brat' and other hurtful things I can't recall right now. I'm sorry for all the times I told you that I hated you. I'm sorry for hating you at all. I'm sorry for blaming everything on you, even when you had done nothing wrong. I'm sorry for all the times I didn't care three straws about your opinion. I'm sorry for all the times I treated you like a lesser being, like the entitled bastard that I am.”

“Henry …”

The older man let go of his waist and began to caress his cheeks and wipe the tears away with his thumbs.

“Edward Hyde, my dear other half, my soul. Not so long ago, I was unable to love you without hating you too. That's over now. I love you, I love you so much. If you can find it in your heart to forgive me …”

Hyde held a finger to Jekyll's mouth. He didn't need to hear more.

“I do”, he whispered. “And I'm sorry too. For all the shit I said and did just to spite and hurt you. I'm sorry for not telling you what the problem was. And … and … I'm sorry that I broke the promise.”

Jekyll blinked in confusion. “What promise?”

Now Hyde blinked. “You don't remember?”

“No.”

At first the young man was as confounded as the older was. But then he remembered, that the other had been asleep, when he had made that promise.

So he enlightened him: “Some time before you separated me, we had a small argument, because you were stressed and frustrated. I made you sleep on the couch and did the rest of your work for you.”

“… Oh yes. I remember that. When I woke up and looked at the finished work it looked just like I would have done it. But what does that have to do with the promise you mentioned?”

“You fell asleep on the couch. But when I was done with your work, I checked on you and noticed that you were sleep-talking.”

Jekyll cringed. “What did I say?”

“That you love me. And you begged me not to go. It really disturbed me – because you'd never told me that before – so I looked into your dream. You …” Hyde hesitated a little. “You were dreaming about my leave. You literally foresaw it in your dream.”

“… That's creepy.”

“Yeah. The nightmare was hurting you. So … so I promised that I would never leave you. That I would always be with you for better and for worse. And then …” Hyde almost choked on his next words. “Then I broke the promise and left you!”

Jekyll was stunned.

Hyde was a man of his word, he didn't make promises, if he didn't intend to keep them.

The scientist could only imagine how much it hurt his other half that he had broken his word.

But it hadn't been his fault really. Everything just had changed so drastically since then.

Besides …

“Edward. Don't make yourself miserable over it. It doesn't matter anymore. You're back. That's all that matters to me now. You … you will stay for good now, right?”, he asked hesitantly.

The brunette smiled, cupped his face and kissed him on the lips.

“Yes, my soulmate”, he cooed. “I'm back and I will never leave you again – not really, that is. I do insist on keeping my flat for the times I need a break from this nonsense!”

The older man laughed: “Fair enough. And can I make a promise too?”

“Sure.”

The blond was completely earnest, when he looked into those remarkable acid green eyes and declared: “I promise that from now on I will listen to you, when you have something to say. And that I won't act like a spoiled, bratty child, if I don't like it. From now on let's talk about our issues like two reasonable adults.”

Hyde snorted. “Reasonable?!”

“Don't ruin the mood, Edward.”

“Alright, alright, sorry.”

Suddenly Jekyll remembered something. “And I ought to apologise to Gabriel too.”

The other lifted an eyebrow. “Let me guess – he spent the last three weeks trying to help you and instead had to listen to you pining for me and wallowing in your misery, as if he was just your friend and not your love interest, which must have made him feel like a third wheel?”

“Exactly.”

“Some things never change, huh?”

“No, I guess not.”

Hyde chuckled: “We'll do that tomorrow, okay? It's late. And there is still one more thing we need to do.”

The Doctor tilted his head. “And what is that?”

“We need to get out of the bath. The water is cold.”

#The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde #Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde #Dr. Jekyll #henry jekyll #Mr. Hyde #edward hyde #jekyllxhyde #jekyde #2 guys in a tub #pressed against each other because they're gay #well technically bi and pan #but you get the idea #this is cheesy af #sorry not sorry

[hunterxloser]

“slutty gumby”

The playlist i listen to while drawing hisoka. some the lyrics fit more or less, some are just Murder Clown Vibes: mostly slutty pop music with the occasional ominous outlier.

All Men Are Pigs / Studio Killers

Aphrodite / Kylie Minogue

Applause / Lady Gaga

Bad Girls / M.I.A.

Beautiful Disaster / 311

Boyfriend / Alphabeat

Bukowski / Modest Mouse

Dirty Laundry / Bitter : Sweet

Froot / Marina and the Diamonds

Glamazon / RuPaul

Hisoka’s Theme / HxH soundtrack

Honki vs. Kyouki / Namikawa Daisuke

Hypnotic / Vanic x Zella Day

I Love It / Icona Pop

Je Suis Un Dieu / 1789 Les Amants de la Bastille

Just Dance / Lady Gaga

Killer Queen / Queen

Kyosou Requiem / Namikawa Daisuke

LA Devotee / Panic! At the Disco

Lolita / Lana Del Ray

Look Pimpin! / MadWorld OST

Lovefool / The Cardigans

The Mad Bailaor / HxH soundtrack

Man Eater / Nelly Furtado

Masked Bitch / Luz

The Masochism Tango / Tom Lehrer

Me and My Husband / Mitski

Million Dollar Man / Lana Del Rey

Mowglis Road / Marina and the Diamonds

My Sharona / The Knack

Paint It Black / The Rolling Stones

Paparazzi / Lady Gaga

Plastic Love / Mariya Takeuchi

Poker Face / Lady Gaga

Pork Soda / Glass Animals

Rapt (TRZTN remix) / Karen O

Reaper Man / Mother Mother

She’s Not There / The Zombies

Shut Me Up / Mindless Self Indulgence

Sun of a Gun / Oh Land

Teen Idle / Marina and the Diamonds

Theory of Beauty / Hyd Lunch

Toes / Glass Animals

Toxic / Britney Spears

Treat Yaself / Sateen

Try Your Luck / HxH soundtrack

U Got That / Halogen

You’re So Damn Hot / OK Go

Your Addiction / Night Club

#hisoka morou #hisoka morow #hxh #hunter x hunter #music #playlist #NO ONE @ ME THIS IS MY LEAST RESPECTABLE PLAYLIST

[no-moremusic]

hi i’m back on my buddie/paramore bullshit and honestly you’re so right,, eddie as a brand new eyes fan is so correct and buck as a awkif falling fan hurts me but also is just So Correct honestly. also can we discuss flowers for vases and how so much of it can be applied to various points for buck and eddie but especially HYD because “in a million years never though i’d see the day you would choose your fear over me, many storms have come and if not for you i’d have been struck down, disappeared at sea” and “i know it’s hard for you to take a compliment but my life began the day that you came in it” are So Them and i am in so much pain tbh (also never let this go with the new promo help) (also hi i’m sorry for the notification spam this week)

HIIII

yes bna eddie stan and awkif buck stan for the winn!! i really can see buck taking awkif with him while he’s moving place to place all alone in the world. never let this go.. the more i listen to it the more i think it’s just bucks ultimate song.

CAN we talk about flowers for vases?? i’ve waited over a year and probably hundreds of hours of listening time to talk about flowers for vases😭 HYD IS THEIR SONG. PERIOD the vibe of the song, the informality at the start, and then how soft and comfy she sings it and how it just sounds like a letter to tell someone how much she loves and misses them.. buddie. buddie. buddie. the lyric you mentioned stabs me in the heart everytime but now it’s gonna hurt more bc it’s for buck and eddie!! “your eyes are shut so you cannot see, just how very close i keep you to me” the mutual pining of it all.. obsessed. forever obsessed. eternity of obsessed.” and i can imagine buck hearing find me here for the first time and just immediately tearing up because this is what he does, he loves and he waits for people to come back. the entire album is just so gut wrenching and so beautiful and the world needs to give it more credit. u don’t even want to know what i would give for a full live version of it. buck moves in with eddie and chris and keeps a vase of flowers in the living room and when eddie asks him what’s up he starts laughing. he’s like “get it? eddie do you get it?” and it’s not funny but it’s buck so it’s so funny. girl dad buddie singing their daughter over those hills as a lullaby. the diaz home is a flowers for vases stan house

please never ever be sorry for any messages!! bro i honestly get so excited when i see them they make my day and i love talking w u❤️❤️

#ITS THE BUDDIE OF IT ALL ITS THE HAYLEY OF IT ALL #ITS THE HAYLEY BUDDIE OF IT ALL #ask my beloved #charlie<3

[magicalgirlpropaganda]

"Hey hyd 😘"

No, shut up, bcs u can't ask, not give anything in return, and then after just say "k bye" and dont talk to me for 2 weeks. I only continue to talk to ppl who are decent to me 😒

#vent