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isoldmysoulforcheese · 2 years ago

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firstly, thank you for the gift of your writing - you’re very talented :) ♥️ could i request a super rough daryl smut with a fluffy ending? lots of slapping n humiliation plsss !! 😁

Nothing Compares

Paring: Daryl Dixon x female reader

Era: Season Four

Summary: Daryl releases all of his pent up sexual frustration upon you after not being alone with you for weeks

Warnings: Smut, swearing, domination, female masturbation, slapping, degradation, and humiliation

Word count: 9,434

(Btw, thank you so much, I'm glad you enjoy my writing, I always put a lot of effort into my writing so I'm happy so many people seem to like it :) Also, I don't really feel like this is my best work but I still hope you enjoy it)

As you laid upon you and Daryl's shared bed, you wondered to yourself how you could have possibly gotten yourself into this situation; you had a loving boyfriend, one who enjoyed to touch you and please you, and God, was he good at it, but here you were with your own hand stuffed lazily down your pants with your eyes pinched shut, day dreaming about the male.

Your dignified boyfriend was often gone during the day, usually participating in some sort of supply run, often absent for hours, or even days, on end as he collected contribution for the large prison group that had formed. Although you were proud of the male, happy to see him return safe and fulfilled at the end of every adventure, this still left you alone and yearning for him. When he wasn't on some sort of mission, he was hunting, brining home a large animal for the group to feast upon, and when he wasn't stalking some sort of critter, he was helping Rick or other civilians, and when he wasn't assisting others, he was exhausted, sleeping deeply within the comfort of your shared bed, which left seemingly no time for the two of you to share with one another.

At that moment, Daryl was taking part in a supply run with Glenn, Sasha, and whoever else decided to accompany them that day, when you found yourself with one arm draped over your mouth, muffling your moans and whimpers, and the other cascaded down your body, your hand placed uncomfortably within the depths of your jeans.

You had laid a sloppy kiss upon the rugged males cheek before he departed, observing as the sun glistened upon his sweat glazed skin, his muscles bulging underneath the pressure he applied to them as he pulled himself upon his motorcycle. His hair was laced with perspiration, sticking to his forehead due to the extremely warm sun rays beating down upon the prison, heat that was causing his flesh to turn a slight pinkish color.

The view immediately sent you spiraling; his tense biceps, throbbing upon his arms as he gripped the bikes handlebars, an action that caused his muscles to pulse beneath his glimmering skin once more. The way he tossed his hair from his vision, jerking his head to the side to affectively rid of the locks. And finally, the way he had placed himself upon the motorcycle, arms outstretched as he grasped at he vehicles handlebars, shoulder blades grinding together beneath his vest as he straddled the leather seat.

Images of the male placed underneath the hot and simmering sun flashed through your mind as your fingers circled your clit, struggling underneath the confines of your tight jeans as you imagined the way his muscles moved like the tide or how good he looked with a cigarette placed between his lips, smoke bellowing around his head like some type of halo. Your body yearned for any sort of relief, practically touch deprived as you pleasured yourself.

Daryl and you hadn't had a moment of privacy together in about two weeks, which was setting a new record for the two of you as you used to fuck like wild animals at least every other day. The male was always busy with some sort of task, wether it be helping other group members or simply tuning up his motorcycle so it would be up and ready for the next journey. He was always tangled up in some sort of chore.

You deeply desired the hunter with every bone within your body, you wanted to feel his rough hands upon your skin as he fucked you senseless. No, want was an understatement, you needed to feel his calloused fingers laced in between the stands of your hair as he thrusted down your throat, every grind of his hips causing tears to roll down your flustered cheeks.

You brought your hand down to your yearning entrance, stuffing three of your fingers into your crotch to simply mimic only two of Daryl's, an action that caused you to let out a strangled moan, a vulgar noise caught within the burning flesh of your arm. You rolled your hips down upon your digits, chasing the small hint of pleasure that had erupted inside the depths of your abdomen.

But nothing ever seemed to feel as good as Daryl.

You let out a frustrated groan as you brought your fingers back up to your clit, circling it once more, but with much more fervor than before: You applied more pressure upon the bundle of nerves, your fingers revolving around your crotch in small, tight movements, squeezing your eyes shut as you mewled into the flesh of your upper arm, images of Daryl holding your frame into the mattress as he rutted into you appearing within your imagination.

God, you desperately needed to cum but nothing ever seemed to work.

"What er ya doin?"

The sudden noise echoing through your cell caused you to flinch; your heart began racing, rattling against your rib cage as your eyes flew open, irises growing wide as they darted around the room, quickly examining the area surrounding you in the hopes of solving the mystery of who had just rudely interrupted you. Your hand flew from the confines of your pants, landing upon your exposed torso as a heat began radiating into the fat of your arm, your face turning a deep shade of red as your frantic eyes continued to search the room for who could have possibly been disrupting you.

When your weary eyes finally landed upon Daryl, a smug look drawn across his face as he stood within the doorframe, the intense pounding of your heart began to simmer down.

The male was supporting a slight smirk that was beginning to inch across his lips, he had his arms crossed as he leaned against the cell door, fingers grasping at the exposed flesh of his upper limbs as the sheet hanging behind him settled within the wind. He licked his lips as you perceived him: His stance was dominant yet relaxed, the waist of his jeans was pulled taunt against his body, a very prominent bulge placed within the confines of his pants, which caused you to wonder just how long he had actually be standing there, watching you, listening to you, waiting for you.

His position caused a shock of fear, yet excitement, to electrify your body, a sensation that was completely thrilling. Your eyes practically ate up his posture, his ascendant stance causing your core to grow wetter, your entrance to clench around nothing, and your mind to go crazy. He looked absolutely sultry, your eyes began to devour him as you engraved the moment within your mind, all you wanted to do was jump up from your position upon the bed and fuck him senseless. But you knew better.

You both knew what was about to unfold between the two of you.

His eyes were pinched into small, observant slits as his pupils traveled across the landscape of your body; you watched as his vision traced your head, examining the flustered features that were visible upon your face: Your wide, trembling eyes, warm and crimson skin, and raised eyebrows. His vision scanned your hair, the way your locks were pooling upon the bed, surrounding your figure like a Van Gogh painting as your chest heaved. The rapid movements caused Daryl's eyes to dart down your body, resting upon your exposed torso. Your shirt had been yanked up your figure, just enough for you to shove your hand down your pants, an action that gave the male the ability to descry your stomach as it raised and fell at a swift pace. Your skin was a light red, a reaction to your ignored arousal as your hand drew small images upon the flesh of your abdomen, your v-line disappearing promptly within the depths of your trousers.

Daryl could feel himself growing painfully hard at the position in which you had placed yourself upon the bed; you looked absolutely breath taking, like a mythical being he had unknowingly stumbled across as your body trembled.

The male had also been depraved of your sweet and delicate touch, yearning for your body as his own hands could never seem to do it for him anymore. He had been growing erect at random moments, his member becoming hard as he leaned across his bike, the warmth of the vehicle transmitting through his jeans as he fought against the overpowering urge to rut himself against the object. Or, he would randomly stiffen within the confines of his pants while on supply runs, unable to relieve himself in such a populated situation so he would just have to manage with the aching boner concealed within his jeans.

Although it was just your boyfriend, a flustered heat continued to spread across the vast land of your face as his observant eyes appeared to be tracing your entire being. You were becoming extremely nervous underneath his unfaltering gaze, embarrassed as he watched you, his eyes burning holes upon your body.

Doubtful thoughts suddenly began rushing through your head: What if he was angry or disappointed in you? What if he was judging you or disgusted with you? But, this was your Daryl you were thinking about, and if you had actually taken a moment to think about the entire situation, you would have eventually come to the correct conclusion that no, he wasn't angry or disgusted, instead, he was overcome with a feeling of deep desire and he was about to fuck you until you couldn't walk properly.

You slowly removed the arm placed upon your face, mustering up the small amount of courage left within your flustered body as you dropped your limb upon the mattress, an action that caused the bed frame to slightly rattle.

"I-I," you paused, stumbling over your sentence as you had troubles explaining yourself "Daryl, uhm, well-"

"Stand up." He interrupted your mindless dribble, his voice cold and blunt.

His sudden words caused your heart to skip a beat, your eyes quickly scanning his face for any sign of anger as he took a large step towards you: His features were blank, eyes void of any emotion as he loomed over you, his body casting a large shadow upon the bed as his frame contradicted the glow being illuminated from the small lightbulb dangling from the ceiling. His tone was plain-spoken and a bit eery, the sound of his voice insinuated not any specific emotion, just monotone and direct. His vocalization caused a sinking feeling to quickly appear within the depths of your gut.

Your heart was pounding so intensely that you were sure the hunter could hear it as you quickly followed his vague orders, pulling yourself up upon your elbows, the rough fabric of the comforter scraping against your skin before you rose to your exposed feet. The sudden movements caused your legs to grow weak as the male peered down upon you, limbs shaking as your eyes locked. Your mind grew hazy, vision turning fuzzy as his dull eyes connected with your own, your body growing weak under his scrutinizing gaze.

The room had grown an unsettling aura, the tension thick as the archer took a seat upon the messy bed, the furniture creaking below his weight as he settled upon the mattress. The blankets pooled around his frame as he leaned back upon his forearms, eyes scanning your quivering figure as you stood awkwardly in front of him, feet cold against the concrete flooring.

The freezing ground sent a wave of crisp air up your legs, spreading across your thighs before dying out upon your waist. You struggled to fight the urge to fend off the chill, trying your best not to begin to dance from one foot to another, instead, you just allowed goosebumps to spread across your body, small lumps littering your skin as you uncomfortably waited for Daryl to speak once more.

"Strip." He said, simply.

Your breath caught within the back of your throat due to his request, face burning hot as he gazed upon you, waiting impatiently for you to heed to his commands.

You knew not to argue with the male, you had grown to understand that he would just simply punish you if you objected. He would discipline you until you were a sobbing and overstimulated mess sprawled out upon his lap, begging for him to have mercy on you. So you just simply obeyed his orders.

Your hands began to venture up your body, gliding up your thighs and tickling the skin across your torso before your fingers found the hem of your shirt. Your digits dug at the thin fabric of your worn top before your palms wrapped themselves around the circumference of your shirt. Your began to slowly drag the article of clothing up your body, hoping you didn't pass out from embarrassment right there upon the cold, cell floor as you revealed your toned chest to the male. You felt the cloth slide across your stomach, over the curves of your clothed breasts, and up your neck before you pulled the shirt above your head, Daryl shakily exhaling from below you as you did so.

The male had seen your body about a thousand times, he had made you strip from him multiple times, and he observed you as you stood embarrassed and exposed numerous amount of times, but your appearance never seemed to thrill him any less; your figure always seemed to excite him, his cock growing painfully hard as you exposed yourself to him, his mind overflowing with a deep feeling of desire and lust whenever he laid his eyes upon you.

You could feel his irises upon your figure as his vision glided across the curves of your abdomen, tracing over your flushed waist, gazing at your perfect torso, skimming across your trembling shoulders, eyeing your exposed collarbones, and finally, his eyes landed upon your clothed breasts. A twinge of pleasure shot through his length as he observed your boobs, adoring the way they bounced and jiggled as they fell from the restraint of your shirt.

Your eyes momentarily landed upon the hunter, observing him as he sat across from you, searching his features for any sign of disapproval or disgust. You were expecting to see his eyebrows furrowed, his blue orbs overcome by a look of pure anger, and for his lips to be drawn into a thin, confused line. But instead, you were met by a man absolutely lust struck:

There was a small grin drawn across his mouth, his bottom lip pulled taunt between the top row of his teeth as his right hand rested upon the bulge throbbing beneath his legs. His eyes were dark, hungry as they observed your body, waiting for you to remove another piece of cloth from your figure. He was watching you like some sort of porno, desperate and craving for another section of your frame to be revealed to him as he lightly palmed his restricted erection.

Your head fell to the side as your shirt slipped from your grasp, sliding from your palm as you let out a small breath. The top floated to the floor as your fingers danced across your sides, face lolling upon your shoulder as you grew too embarrassed to espy him much longer. You could feel the brown haired male's eyes glued to your hands as you brought your digits up to the clasp of your bra, fidgeting with the lock as your face burned, the heat traveling down your nape.

The male let out a low groan as you finally unlatched the hooks of your bra, the article of clothing slowly sliding down your arms, caressing your horripilation effected skin before the cups clattered upon the stone floor.

You held your eyes shut, squeezing your eyelids together as you paused momentarily, conjuring up the nerve to continue, your legs growing weak as your mind grew crazy under the immense amount of pressure. You and Daryl had been together for a long while at that point, maybe a couple months or so, and he had treated you with the up most respect: He never made you uncomfortable, self-conscious, or fearful, he had always had a positive effect upon you, causing you to feel amazing, worthy, and he had even caused your ego to inflate over time. But, he still had some sort of dominating hold upon you in the bedroom: He made you feel humiliated, but in the best way possible; he made a wave of embarrassment wash over you, a collision that was laced with excitement, the thrill of his cock soon to be slamming into you always made the experience so enthralling.

"Look at me." He said, his voice loud, echoing around the dingy room.

Your heart sank into your stomach at his words, butterflies appearing within the depths of your abdomen. His voice was sudden and stern, his strong tone caused a slight feeling of unsettlement to grow within the depths of your gut. Had you done something wrong? Had you upset him?

"I said look at me, girl." He spat once more.

Too afraid to dismiss his orders, knowing that he would become angry with you if you did so, taking out his frustration upon your pussy, you did as you were told, your eyes slowly falling open as your neck rotated. Your head suddenly felt ten times heavier upon your shoulders, a sensation that caused your neck to struggled beneath the weight of your spinning head as your eyes rolled upon the male.

Daryl had his legs spread as he leaned back upon his forearms, his cock still pressing harshly against the fabric of his jeans, pleading to be released from the restricting clothing as he watched you. He struggled with not allowing his hand to force itself into the depths of his pants and begin to pleasure himself as he observed the show you were putting on for him. His hair was dangling in front of his face, an action that caused a shadow to be casted upon his eyes as a smile pulled at the corners of his lips. He shifted within his spot upon the mattress, satisfaction washing over him as he watched you submit to his orders, waiting for you to continue once more.

You swallowed the knot within your throat, eyes stinging as your vision stayed glued to the male's, doing your best to calm the plaguing nerves that were currently causing your legs to tremble from beneath you. Your hands began to slide down your body, once again dancing down your smooth sides and skimming across your warm stomach before landing upon the waistband of your pants.

Due to the fact that your zipper had already been pulled down and the button of your jeans had previously been tugged undone due to your prior actions, you skipped straight to pushing your bottoms down your legs. The rough fabric pulled at the soft skin upon your thighs, scraping at the inside of your legs as you forced them down your limbs until you were able to shimmy out of the cloth and kick it briskly off to the side of the room, landing beside your shirt and bra.

The archer licked his lips impatiently as he yearned for you to rid of the last piece of cloth, the article of clothing that was covering the part of you he desired the most. His hands began to shake with anticipation as his cock practically begged to be stuffed deep within your wet walls, twitching within the confines of his pants, pulsing against the stitching of his jeans at the mere thought of getting to fuck you.

You remained within the bliss of your underwear for a moment longer, enjoying the comfortable sensation before you were to inevitably remove the last piece of clothing, allowing Daryl to go feral upon your body.

Once you were satisfied with the duration you had unknowingly made the male wait, you slowly began to push your underwear down your thighs. Your dripping cunt was exposed to both the crisp cell air and the impatient redneck as you ripped your garments down to the floor, the cloth pooling around your ankles.

The entire experience had caused you to grow extremely wet, your cunt immensely sensitive, clit throbbing due to the long over due fuck session that was about to ensue. You liked the feeling of Daryl's eyes upon you, his harsh gaze causing a shiver to crawl up your spine, an utterly confusing pleasurable mix of humiliation and embarrassment coursing through your veins as you stood totally exposed to the male. While he remained entirely dressed.

Your eyes darted across the hunter's face, still obeying his orders to "look at him" as you stood awkwardly in front of him; you observed the way he watched you, a look of pure desperation and hunger resided deep within his lust blown pupils as his eyes scanned your body.

Daryl absolutely adored your figure: He loved the indent your torso left upon your waist, he was attracted to the meat of your legs, the way the fat of your thighs jiggled when he pounded into you, he liked the soft skin placed upon your stomach, a perfect canvas for him to paint with various types of marks, and finally, he admired the way your breasts sat upon your chest, your boobs practically begging to be engulfed by his large palms. Although you were unaware of this fact, if you simply turned to him one day and exclaimed that you were never going to fuck him once more, he would probably fall to his knees and beg for you. Your body was like a masterpiece to the male, a beautiful piece of art work that only he got to lay his eyes upon.

Once Daryl was satisfied with his long extended viewing of your body, burning the imagine of your figure into his mind for later usage, he pushed himself from his elbows, sitting up before leaning forward, quick movements which caused the bed frame to groan from beneath him. The male reached out before grasping at your hips, his fingers clawing at your exposed flesh, digits digging into your soft skin before hastily pulling you towards him, desperate to burry his cock deep within you before someone beckoned for his assistance once more.

Once you were placed between his spread knees, your soaked core at eye level with the male, he allowed his own hands to travel across your thighs, feeling the soft texture of your skin beneath his adventurous palms before giving the meat of your limbs a harsh squeeze. The action caused you to wince in pain, his hands squishing your flesh between his finger tips, rolling the fat between his palms before releasing. He rubbed the sore spots upon your legs, caressing the red blotches before pulling an arm back. You watched ignorantly as he swung his limb forwards, landing a firm slap against your already irritated skin.

You let out an involuntary yelp upon receiving his strike, a small prick of pain spreading beneath your skin as the male marveled at the way your body reacted to his beatings: The way small waves appeared across your flesh, thighs jiggling as a reaction to his slap while you grit your teeth in agony.

Daryl hastily brought his hands back to the welt he had left upon your skin, his fingers quick to caress the pinkish flesh, rubbing his digits across your sore thigh for a few moments; his actions caused you to stare down upon him, smitten with the way he was fast to comfort you, swift to caress your stinging appendage.

Suddenly, his hands flew to your waist once more, your body flinching as a reaction to his previous smack, fear lacing your thoughts before he yanked you down to the bed. The male pulled you to the mattress, body flailing beneath his dominant movements as your frame bounced upon the large piece of furniture. You let out a giggle as the bed squeaked from below you, the wind flying through your hair causing your locks to blow in the breeze, thin strands landing all around your head as your figure settled within the mattress.

The archer watched as your body jumped upon the bedding, breasts bouncing up and down as he pushed you into the sheets, an action that caused the blankets to bellow around you, inflating with air as he observed you. All the hunter wanted to do was to stick his dick in you right then and there, to make your breasts roll back and forth as they had when you landed upon the mattress, the movements causing his cock to twitch within the confines of his jeans.

He had maneuvered your limbs upon the furniture so you were laying flat upon your back, body relaxing comfortably within the cushion as you gazed up towards the paint chipped ceiling, eyes scanning over all the thin webs spiders had created within the deep crevasses of the cell as you waited anxiously for Daryl's following actions.

The bed creaked from beneath you as Daryl began to lean forward, a noise that made you ponder upon how exactly no one had questioned you about the loud thrashing that often came from deep within your cell. Had no one heard your pleasure filled sobs as the male rutted into you, bed threatening to give out as the two of you fucked like wild animals?

Spoiler alert: They defiantly had.

As Daryl's frame began to block your vision, his large figure casting a shadow upon you, your body swimming in the inky darkness of the lighting as his mouth landed upon you. His blotchy tongue began licking at the soft skin that covered your jawline, lips sucking at the junction at which your jaw and neck met. His tongue upon you felt absolutely heavenly, his wet lips lapping at your skin was a sensation that you had deeply missed. As he sucked a hickey upon your tender neck, you let out a slight groan as a response to his actions, his lips applying pressure to your flesh as he practically inhaled your jawline.

His hands began to travel across your body, fingers sliding up and down the skin of your torso, digits dipping into your warm skin as he explored your flesh. Your frame felt perfect under his own, like you were made to be squirming beneath him as he groped at your figure like a horny, sex deprived teenager while he marked your skin, littering your jawline with about two hickeys and an undecipherable amount of kisses and kitten licks.

He inhaled, taking in a deep whiff of your scent as your presence seemed to surround him entirely: You smelt of lavender with a mix of sweat, a smell that the male could only describe as utterly perfect; he wanted to be engulfed within your grasp, he yearned to cum while being completely surrounded by you, while he vision was focused upon your pleasure filled face, he need to feel his sweat glazed body pressed up against your own, and he wanted his nostrils to be filled with the smog of your fragrance, he needed all of his senses to be busy with you as his mind gained an unimaginable high by your essence.

Finally, once he was satisfied with his attack upon your jawline, he slowly moved down to his next target: Your neck.

The feeling of Daryl hovering over you was completely quintessential; having the male's body pressed against your own was heavenly, chests heaving as the rough fabric of his clothing rubbed against your naked figure. The pressure of his frame weighing you down felt amazing, his warm skin pushing you into the cushions beneath you as he laid upon you, was surprisingly comforting.

The feeling of both his lips and hands upon you simultaneously was extremely relieving. All the stress seemed to diminish from deep within your being as he kissed you, his facial hair tickling your skin, his locks brushing against your face as his hands grabbed and gripped at your curves. The warmth of his textured fingers transferred from his digits to your skin, a feeling that caused you to let out a slight sigh as you cuddled into his touch, allowing his hands to caress and stroke your figure as his mouth continued its attack upon your skin, littering your flesh with small love bites and large hickeys.

You observed the way he sunk across your body as his lips traveled down you neck, continuing to litter hickeys upon the soft skin covering your neck, causing dark purple and red marks to appear upon your nape. Blots you would have to speak about in an equivocate manner as you were overcome by a large wave of utter shame and embarrassment.

"Everone's gonna know who ya belong ta when I'm done with ya." Daryl spoke, almost as though he was reading your mind.

As his hot breath pooled down your neck, glazing your skin in warm air, his hand began to travel down your body; you felt the pads of his fingers trail across your skin, moving from your torso, across your trembling navel, and gliding across your v-line before finally landing upon your thigh.

His hand was resting upon your leg as his mouth kissed at your sternohyoid, lips pressing against your skin as he rubbed your thigh. His palms close proximity to your soaked core sent your mind spiraling, your hips began to slightly rotate in the hopes of relieving your yearning crotch of some sort of pressure. And it seemed to work momentarily. A small sock of pleasure reverberating throughout your lower body as you rutted your hips against nothing, a small whimper falling from the chambers of your throat.

Once Daryl had noticed your desperate actions, your waist rolling tentatively against the mattress, he brought his hand back, swinging it forward to land another firm smack upon your thigh. A loud thwap sound echoed throughout the room due to his actions, the sound of pure skin pounding against skin as you whimpered, movements stuttering to a pathetic stop.

Another smack placed upon your body caused your thigh to begin to sting, skin reddening once more as it grew irritated and pain filled; every slap the hunter littered across your flesh sent a wave of pleasure mixed with agony coursing through your body, mind growing fuzzy as you desperately desired more, his hands releasing a perfect combination of torture and excitement upon your exhilarated figure.

Suddenly, his hand slid from its place upon your burning thigh, skin twitching as his fingers danced across your leg until they landed upon his desired destination: in between your dripping folds. He allowed his digits to slide across your pussy, collecting as much moister within his palm before his fingers entered you.

His actions elicited a shuttered moan from your mouth, jaw dropping as you left your lips agape, small gasps exiting your throat; you were now completely drenched for the male, his lips attacking your body caused your cunt to relax entirely for the archer, a reaction that caused his intrusion upon your core to work effortlessly, fingers sliding into your entrance with ease.

His digits stretched you as he placed two fingers within your aching pussy, digits swimming within the confines of your wet walls as he let out a deep groan, his mind imagining just what it would feel like when his hands were replaced with his throbbing cock. He maneuvered his fingers within you before beginning to slowly thrust them back and forth while his mouth continued to cover the flesh upon your neck with kitten licks and small kisses. All of his actions were an attempt to prep both your body and mind for the inevitable fuck down he was about to unleash upon your entire being.

"What were ya thinkin bout?" He asked, interrogating you about your previous actions.

His head traveled down your body once more as he let you ponder upon his question, teeth monetarily nipping at your accentuated collar bones before his lips paused upon your chest. His mouth began to kiss down your upper chest, licking at the soft skin as his lips moved towards your breasts; your ribs heaved, yearning for his mouth to be upon your nipples as he sucked hickeys onto the mounds of your boobs.

His words had taken you off guard, a slight wave of embarrassment washing over you as his fingers curled upwards from inside of you and his lips latched around your areola, knowing you would soon have to admit that you were fantasizing about him as you attempted to get yourself off. You let out a horse moan at his movements, body grinding down upon his hands as you arched your back, hoping to press your breast further between his soft lips.

"Y-You." You stuttered out as your core chased his fingers.

Daryl appeared to like that response as he groaned, your skin muffling his vocalization as his mouth sucked upon your nipple, tongue lapping at the bud as his fingers continued to caress your walls.

His digits were now being thrusted into you, stroking your walls as his knuckles rolled deep within you. Pleasure began to build within your abdomen, a pressure forming as he fingered you, hips rutting against his hands as your entrance clenching around his large fingers. Your sensitive clit began to throb with desire, yearning to be touched and rubbed after weeks of being ignored.

His mouth upon your breast was adding to the knot growing within your stomach, textured tongue licking at your nipple before releasing the bud, his mouth quickly busying itself with the fat of your boobs, sucking hickeys upon both of the lumps. A stream of moans and whines were tumbling from your lips as he pulled the skin of your chest into his mouth, leaving dark purple marks littered upon your flesh as his digits continued to pound into you.

"What bout me, doll?" He asked, his voice raspy as he traipsed further down your body.

His lips moved across the hills of your breasts, placing gentle kisses upon your skin as his head traveled beneath you, his free hand pushing him further down the bed as he crawled to your stomach; he littered your body with marks once more, nipping and sucking at your navel as you mewled at the tension building within your stomach.

The pet name caused your body to convulse, back arching into his mouth as his soft tongue licked at your v-line, teeth grazing your waist as you helplessly cleaned around him.

"H-How you are gon-gonna hold me down and-and," you paused momentarily, embarrassment washing over you as you conjured up the courage to confess that you yearned for him, that you needed him so bad that you often day dreamed of the sexual acts he released upon you "and relentlessly f-fuck me."

You struggled with your words as he pleasured you, your walls detecting every crease and crevice littered upon his fingers, every ridge and knuckle as you road his digits like your life depended on it. You circled your hips around his hand, body rotating as you chased the pleasure he was bestowing upon you, moans escaping your throat like a never ending symphony.

Your vocalization was another sentence the hunter seemed to enjoy as it urged him to move further down your body, scooting down the bed until he placed himself at eye level with your dripping cunt, his hot breath pooling upon your exposed pussy as he continued to slam his fingers into you.

He was practically silent for a while, mute as he observed your crotch, allowing a few groans to slip from between his lips as he watched the way his fingers entered you. He attentively observed the way his digits disappeared within the depths of your pussy, cunt practically engulfing his skin as you rolled your hips onto him, your wetness pooling around his hands before dripping onto the bed below you. Daryl adored the way you clenched around him, crotch twitching as you clamped down around his fingers, yearning for your release.

"Is that what ya want, ya dirty lil whore? For me ta fuck ya till ya can't stand?" He spoke, his words almost mocking, his tone filled with satire as you and him both knew the obvious answer to his questions.

You nodded frantically, body yearning for his mouth to finally be placed upon your dripping cunt, his lips mere inches away, the warmth of his breath colliding against your core. You desperately desired to feel his wet tongue sloppily licking at your crotch like the worlds most delicious candy, to feel the sensation of his mouth wrapping around your clit, sucking at the bundle of nerves until you unraveled within his grasp. You needed him to allowed you to cum.

"I needa hear ya say it, girl." He spoke, his words sending vibrations clashing against your exposed pussy, drawing a whine from your exhausted lips.

"Y-yes, Daryl." Was all you could muster as your face turned a deep shade of red.

As quick as he had pushed his fingers into you, he yanked them out, leaving you empty and unoccupied, an action that caused you to let out a slight whine in frustration. You clenched around nothing before your mewl was cut short, Daryl flying up the bed and wrapping his arms around your waist caused your whimper to transition into a high pitched squeal.

Satisfied with the masterpiece had had made of your body, skin practically covered in dark hickeys, red marks, and small bites, he moved onto the next step of your long awaited endeavor: He flipped you around, spinning you in his arms as you had the wind pulled from your lungs, shock momentarily knocking the breath from you before he placed your delicate frame upon the mattress.

He had placed you upon your stomach, yanking your ass into the air as his palm skimmed up your back, a sensation that sent a shiver down your spine as he forced the side of your head into the pillow placed beneath you; your breasts were pressed against the bedding, hard nipples rubbing against the fabric of the blankets as the male placed a firm slap upon your ass, a sharp pain jolting through your skin as you had successfully placed into the doggy style position.

Daryl observed your body laid beneath him, pussy fully exposed to his hungry eyes as your ass swayed within the air, skin rippling due his previous smack. He licked his lips as he stared down upon you, noticing the way you clenched around nothing, core dripping due to his previous actions, yearning to be stuffed with his throbbing member.

"How bad do ya wan it girl, tell me, let me hear yer pretty voice." He spoke as he placed his palm upon your ass, hand kneading at the warm flesh of your rear.

You bit your lip, the realization that he was still entirely dressed as you remained exposed to him hitting you like a ton of bricks; you were a moaning and whining mess beneath him as he still had his pants secured tightly around his waist, belt and all. The crisp air of the cell pooled across your back, the recently discovered fact causing you to whine desperately as his hand forced your cheek further into the rough mattress.

"Please, Daryl, I want-no, no" you paused, cutting your own voice off as you thought momentarily, searching for your next choice of words "I need you."

The second vocalization of his name caused the male to groan from behind you, your voice smooth and soft like honey as it entered the chambers of his ears. And, although you had done what he had asked, exclaiming how badly you needed him, it didn't appear to be enough for the archer, he desired more, he yearned for more.

"And, what is it tha ya need me ta do?" He asked for clarification, even though it was quite obvious what exactly you craved from him.

You let out a shaky breath before you spoke, growing agitated as he teased you, fighting the overpowering urge to just rut your ass against his clothed cock at that very moment.

"I want your dick in me, I need you to just fuck me already. Hard."

Your words appeared to satisfy the archer as your ears picked up the sound waves of the rustle of his clothes from behind you as Daryl had grown irritated of the sensation of his dick straining against the confines of his jeans. You heard the clasp of his belt clang together before the sound of his zipper being released echoed from behind you.

You smiled in anticipation, hands gripping at the sheets as you clenched around nothing, stomach pressed against the mattress as the blankets tickled your skin; you had been yearning for his blessing of a cock to be stuffed deep within you for what felt like years, desperately grinding against multiple pieces of furniture like a cat in heat as you thought of him, his muscles pulsing from above you as he groaned into the crook of your neck.

And you knew the large build up of arousal within Daryl over the past two weeks was gonna make this experience a memorable one.

The male swiftly removed his vest, tossing it to the side before his hands returned to the buttons of his shirt, his leather jacket landing with a thump somewhere upon the floor. His blunt nails yanked at the ovals upon his top, quickly pulling them loose until he was able to slide the thin material from his body, chuckling the shirt off to the side where it inevitably landed along side his jacket, clattering upon the concrete flooring.

Daryl pushed his pants down just enough to reach his cock, hand wrapping around the base of his shaft to steady himself. His member was pulsating, yearning to be buried deep within you and the way his tip reddened and the amount of pre cum that was glazing his cock, he was under the assumption that this session wasn't going to last as long as he had hoped. His body desperate for release due to the build of both desire and lust.

"Ya gotta be quiet for me, girl. Alrigh?" He asked, pausing until he watched you nod from below him, hair bounding back and forth as you shook your head "And yer gonna take what I give ya."

Once you rewarded his words with another nod and a slight whine, signaling that you were in fact planing to obey his demands, he slapped your ass once more. The male waited momentarily, observing as a red hand print appeared upon your ass, joining the array of others, before he leaned forward, beginning to harshly enter you.

The feeling of his throbbing dick had almost become foreign to your insides, the sensation of him filling you had been one you hadn't received in much too long. You let out a loud moan as a result to his actions, the males name echoing around the room as he stretched you out, the inches he had inserted within you causing a shock of pleasure to explode within the lower regions of your figure. You pushed your hips backwards upon the male, needfully engulfing more of his cock, chasing the previous zap of pleasure.

Daryl interpreted your vocalization as a distinct sign of disobedience, a direct strive towards trying to aggravate him, so he thrusted his hips forward, bottoming out within you in one, fluid motion.

"Ya want everone to hear ya moan my name, slut? Ya want everone to hear how good I make ya feel?" He spoke, his member throbbing between your pulsing walls.

As a result to his words, you clenched around the archer, feeling the way his cock twitched due to how your pussy contracted around him. You could feel every pulsing vein littered upon his flustered skin, the way his dick curved within you, and the way his blunt tip seemed to poke at the farthest wall of your cunt, pressing against your sopping barriers.

Another slap was rewarded to your ass as Daryl settled within you, smacking the already sore spot caused you to bite back a moan, your flesh becoming slightly numb due to his repetitive strikes. He placed another slap upon the fat of your ass, then another, and then another, landing blow after blow upon your sore skin until he was pleased with the way your legs shook beneath him.

You desperately wanted to bounce upon the male, to harshly press your bottom upon his abdomen over and over again in an attempt to slowly reach the high in which your body basically needed at that point. You needed him to just hurry up and grab your hips before slamming his dick into you, to fuck you without mercy until he painted your yearning walls a cloudy white.

You felt the hunter collect your hair within his palm, lacing your locks between his fingers before yanking your head back, pulling at the strands upon your head until your scalp burned. His actions caused your body to bound backwards upon him, a movement that caused you to swallow a low groan as he began to fuck into you.

The thrusts he began to emit into you were fast and hard, your ass reverberating against his stomach as he pounded into you, the sound of flesh slapping together, his low grunts, and the bed squeaking began to echo around you. His cock began to pound into you, rutting into your elastic entrance and grinding against your warm walls with fervor, his thrusts animalistic causing a wave of pleasure to wash over you; it grew harder and harder to muffle your moans as he pounded into you, bouncing your cunt upon his dick as he rutted against your sensitive walls, small mewls escaping your lips.

You began to rotate your figure against his own, matching his rough rhythm as he stuffed his member within you, actions that caused Daryl's breath to falter; the male couldn't deny the growing knot within his stomach, the pressure beginning to appear within his lower abdomen that was approaching much quicker than he would have liked. The way your body moved beneath him practically hypnotized the male, the ripples that appeared upon the skin of your ass with ever thrust he placed within you, the way your body began to glaze itself with sweat, and the way your torso rotated in perfect motions put Daryl deep within a trance, his legs suddenly growing weak beneath him.

"Ya like tha, ya little slut?" He spoke, his words slurred as his frame curled over your own, upper body exhausted as his hips somehow managed to pick up speed, beating into you like a jack hammer.

His figure collapsed around your own, forearms falling upon the mattress, bouncing beside where your head now lay upon the bed, your perspiration laced chests molding together as he thrusted harshly into the confines of your weeping pussy. Your skin slid against his own, drenched bodies suctioning together as his chest clashed into your back.

The warmth of his body engulfed you as you began to near your finish, a tension building within the depths of your cunt as the male bit at your neck, his previous words ringing through your ears. His sudden attack upon your neck elicited a yelp from you, his teeth sinking into your tattered and sensitive skin as a twinge of pain appeared beneath the skin of your nape, your scream muffled by the loud noise of his sweat covered skin slapping against your own.

"Ive gotta make up for all our lost time together, sun shine." He exclaimed, his voice raspy as he whispered into the shell of your ear.

He continued to snap his hips into your own, dick pounding away at your pleasure filled cunt, slowly guiding you towards your high as he began to twitch within you. The both of you were quickly descending upon your orgasms, the weeks of pent up sexual frustration causing the entire experience to end much sooner than you hoped it would. His cock beginning to twitch between your throbbing walls caused you to teeter upon the edge of your high, a few more grinds received from Daryl's hips were sure to cause the knot to snap, for your body to unravel beneath his own.

"Ya gonna cum?" He asked, voice breathy as he picked up on the way your entrance clenched around him and how you began to ride his throbbing cock much harsher than before.

You nodded weakly from below him as the male nipped at your tender skin once more, your inevitable finish an undeniable fact.

"Then cum for me, doll."

With that, he began to roll his hips into you, caressing your walls as your cunt came around him. As a wave of pleasure washed over you, body convulsing from beneath the male as you clenched around his shaft, his hips continued their brutal torture upon your cunt. Your mind grew hazy, vision becoming blurry as you instinctually cried out, your overpowering orgasm causing the archers name to tumble from your lips, completely disregarding his previously enforced rule of silence. Your pussy contracted around his member as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through your body.

Your finish quickly escalated into over stimulation as his ravenous attack upon your crotch didn't seem to falter, your vulgar moans of pleasure, mixed with a growing pain, only seeming to urge Daryl further. You cried into the bed spread below you, body trembling underneath the affect of his powerful cock as his own finish began to quickly gain upon him, your tightening entrance practically sending over the edge.

"F-fuck," he gasped, pausing before speaking once more "shit, fuck, m gonna cum." He groaned out as your cries of agonizing pleasure caused his finish to creep up upon the male.

Suddenly, the hunter ripped his cock from the confines of your cunt, relieving your core from his borderline torturous thrusts as his hot cum spilled out upon your back, his seed caking your skin as his hips stilled. His dick twitched as a deep pleasure exploded within his abdomen, gasping as his high harshly washed over him. The feeling of powerful rapture vibrated through his body, his legs shaking from beneath him as his member pulsed, overpowered by a strong sensation of pleasure.

Your body trembled from below him as ropes of his finish landed upon the flesh of your upper body, the overstimulation he had made you endure causing your legs to grow weak. Your entrance turned sore due to his heavy beating upon your cunt, his rapid pace and large size causing your spent crotch to fill with a slight pain.

If Daryl had had the time to fend off his own finish, he would have gladly made you swallow his seed, an opportunity he mentally slapped himself for missing.

Once your chests had successfully stopped heaving, once his cock had stopped twitching and your legs had given out beneath you, the male rolled off of you, landing beside your limp body placed upon the bed. The frame groaned from below his figure, the two of you laying in silence for a while, recovering from your previous activities as you caught your breath.

Daryl began to pepper small kisses upon the shell of your right ear minutes later, lightly pecking at the red skin was always an action that let you know that the male had finally returned to his regular, caring self.

"Are ya okay?" He whispered into the quiet room, his arms reaching out to collect you within his grasp.

He pulled you towards him, an action that caused your chests to press together, the warmth of your bodies combining into one as he held you within his large arms. The feeling of his muscular biceps wrapped around you always seemed to comfort you, the smell of sweat mixed with dirt and pine wafting into your nostrils was a surprisingly relaxing scent as you cuddled into his grasp.

"Mhmmm." You purred contently in response, a small smile tugging upon the corners of your mouth.

You adored the way your boyfriend always cared to your every waking need after he practically destroyed your pussy, your extremely strong orgasm still causing your sensitive body to twitch and convulse within the buff males grip.

Once you had agreed that you were in fact okay, the male suddenly leaned over, body hovering above your own as he retrieved a towel that had been draping off the corner of a chair placed across from the bed. He sat upon the bed once he had successfully returned with the cloth, balling it up within his grasp before beginning to wipe you down with the fabric; the soft towel grazing your skin after you endured the males dick practically felt heavenly as it collected the sweat and cum glazing your body, drying your flesh of its previous discomforts.

Once he had finally cleaned you, ridding your flesh of any form of liquid or mess, he rose from his spot upon the bed.

You let out a whine in utter disappointment as you watched the male button his pants once more, your body yearning for the warmth and comfort of his own as he pushed up against you. Disheartened, you observed him as he tossed the messy towel to the side, joining the pile of clothing that had previously formed before he waltzed over towards your shared dresser, footsteps echoing around the room as he yanked multiple drawers open. He dug through the belongings placed within the bureau, retrieving some of his clothing from your shared dresser: A pair of his boxers and one of his t-shirts for you to comfortably support, one much too large for your small figure.

As he traipsed back towards the bed, feet sliding against the concrete floor, you groggily sat up, forcing your palms into the mattress as you pushed yourself up right, body growing heavy as you swayed within your spot upon the bed. You suddenly noticed how much your entrance ached as you finally rose, happily retrieving the fabric from the males grasp.

Daryl crawled back into the comfort of the warm mattress, the smell of sex filling his nostrils as you dressed yourself, the soft fabric caressing your skin as you slid the clothing upon your body, your figure practically pooling within his shirt and boxers. The silky cloth hugging your flesh felt amazing, the scent of your boyfriend quickly entering the caves of your nose. Over time, the fragrance of pine, dirt, and sap had grown to be one of your absolute favorites.

You flopped down next to your boyfriend once more, Daryl quickly taking this opportunity to drag you back into his grasp, cuddling you into his stomach as he proceeded to comb his fingers through your hair.

"You're." He placed a kiss upon your forehead "So." Another peck upon your skin, this time placed upon the bridge of your nose "Beautiful." Another placement of his lips upon the tip of your nose "So." A kiss upon your chin "Perfect." He sang as he finally placed a peck upon your own lips.

You giggled as you melded your mouth upon his own, plush lips pushed against his own as he effectively began playing with your locks, stroking your strands of hair, allowing your locks to pool within his palms. The feeling of his hands caressing your head soothed you, pleasure coursing through your scalp as he rubbed his fingers against your skull.

When your mouths finally detached, you placed your head upon his chest, nuzzling your face into his body, exhausted as the room grew comfortably silent.

The sound of muffled voices filled your cell, a far off melody that practically comforted you to sleep. An afternoon light pooled into your room as the sheet hung in the doorframe fluttered in the slight wind, the cell becoming warm as the male successfully lulled you to sleep as he messaged your scalp, your body relaxing within the confines of his large arms.

#daryl dixon smut #daryl x reader #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon x reader smut #daryl dixon #daryl twd #daryl dixon the walking dead #twd daryl #twd #the walking dead

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sugar-coat-it · 2 months ago

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Could you give a summary of the interview? I don’t want to sit through an 3 hour interview 🙃

I got you, spark notes RIGHT NOW I'm just going to recap the main points as I watch

Lots of talk about the dangers of technology and the culture that it’s brought about -SATVB as an exploration of said dangers (toxic masculinity, lack of guidance for young men). It was meant to be performance art that evolved with the reactions to it (a lot of people missed the point of consumption because of disregarding context. He says that this context collapse extended to a lot of the situations that got him in trouble with cancellation) -Social media's "everyone is an activist" mentality is degrading "actual activists" -Dopamine buzz culture and the prominence of short-term pleasure -"Shortcut" to being a musician through social media -How do you regulate social media without it seeming totalitarian? - 2:07:58 "KaMaLa iS BrAt"

Some people were a bit ticked off that he was trying to explain some abstract concepts "for his fans" in particular -He would ask the host to explain things in "a way that his audience can understand" (Ex: Slow cancelation of the future and hauntology)

Discussion of art as a commodity and the suppression of creativity in a capitalistic society -We are told that the only art that is worth making is financially successful art. Young artists aren't encouraged to change the world anymore. -Companies don't want to take risks and invest in art that might not be successful (this is why we're getting so many remakes of movies or the sort of Marvel franchise phenomenon) -"The most talented, creative, young person you know will be doing the flat design for some internet company" -Consumerism overshadowing art. Art institutions in particular. -The extremely wealthy don't feel the same obligation to give back to art and culture that they used to

Matty is involved with charity organizations that fund art as an alternative institution to big corporations (cool!)

Matty is becoming really strict with not referencing music from the past, he wants to break away from genre and what's been previously done -P.S He lost his shoes at this point of the interview idk what happened there

Counterculture as a concept is dying in a way because there is a lot less separation between what is mainstream and what is considered to be fringe -The internet is a massive contributor to that, many of these subcultures have moved online

Loooots of criticism about the neoliberalist philosophy

Documentary mentioned! -"I've been making this film for ten years that I'll probably never even make" (I'm going to kill u)

ATPOAIM -An "internet web series thing of a proper thing" he's been working on -Stemmed from an eerie feeling of being constantly surveilled and subjective reality

Matty's phone was hacked for five years -Every phone conversation he had from the age of 18-24 was listened to

The new record! - "The new record is, I suppose, born from me nearly going insane and that being a kind of an internet-induced insanity, combined with the cautionary tale of my last record." -Matty mentioned not being interested in doing press for the album with any traditional media -Themes: love, sex, death, communication, religious fanaticism

I can see why some people are criticizing the interview, labeling it as a sort of "intellectual circle jerk", but there were a lot of interesting insights into how Matty operates in terms of both his art and his ideologies if you give it a chance. It's pretentious at points, I'll admit that, but he's honestly really smart and I think it would be silly to overlook that because of the way he delivers some of what he says. I do think he makes a lot of good points about art amidst major, unprecedented societal shifts, but it can get lost in the way he talks. It’s worth a watch <3

#I hope I did a good recap for u anon <3 and anyone else who didn't watch the whole thing #matty healy #asks

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hopefulromances · 2 years ago

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Long Time Coming - Prolouge

Summary: Being hired as the first female assistant coach in the league was a challenge in of itself. Being a football protigy and University Football Legend was easy enough. Coaching Jamie Tartt was a challenge all on its own.

Word Count: 1090

Warnings: Enemies to lovers, no knowledge of how football works? First person. Minimal y/n use. Based on an OC fic I'm currently posting on AO3 so

A/N: Am I joining tumblr again to write Jamie Tartt fanfiction? Now that's an interesing question. Hope you enjoy.

I didn’t know quite what to expect when I started at Richmond. I was coming on as the first female assistant coach in the league. Something of a prodigy myself, I graduated from university early after leading our women’s football team to the championship three times. I worked as a kitman (or kit woman) for some teams in the Championship league until I saw the opening at Richmond and decided to throw my hat in the ring. Never in a million years did I actually think I would get an interview, much less a job offer.

But somehow, I ended up walking up the stairs to Rebecca Welton’s office, bright and early for my first day. I stood outside the closed door and too a breath, centering myself, before reaching for the handle. To my surprise, the door opened before I could touch it. The door opened to reveal Ted Lasso, the head manager of Richmond.

“Oh! Hello there!” He greeted with an inviting smile.

“Oh, my goodness, I’m sorry, I’m here to see- “

“Rebecca Welton,” the woman emerged from behind Ted, bearing her own polite smile. “And you must be (Y/N), our new Assistant Coach.”

I gave her my own polite smile and reached out to shake her hand. “That’s me. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Welton.”

“Well! What a surprise, it’s great to meet my new partner in crime, I’m Ted Lasso, nice to meet you.” He took my outstretched hand in a firm handshake.

I had read up on Ted Lasso. The American Football coach who was flying in all the way from Kansas to teach football in the Premiere League. Yet somehow, all that research could not have prepared me for what I was meeting.

“Coach Lasso! Yes, it’s great to meet you. I look forward to working with you.” I maintained my level of professionalism, but he waved me off.

“Please, call me Ted. My father was Coach Lasso,” he told me.

“Was he really?” I asked, surprised.

“No, but that would have been a great coincidence if he was,” he joked, with a smile.

I stared at him, not quite sure how to respond.

“We were just heading on a tour,” Rebecca broke the silence, “would you like to join us?”

And that was how I ended up on a tour of the facility with Ted and Rebecca. She took us through the halls of history of the club, passing the faces of the team. Including, one, Jamie Tartt. Jamie Tartt was all the football industry could talk about of late. The young star who couldn’t seem to miss, and who stole the hearts of all those who watched him. Yeah, he was fit. And as much as I tried not to, I couldn’t help but let him steal mine as well.

I wanted to hate him. I really did. He was everything I was. Young, talented, eager. But because he was a man, he was able to get fame and fortune because of it. That kind of thing just didn’t happen for women. The women’s league didn’t get nearly the same notoriety as the men’s did and even if I scored twice as many goals as Jamie Tartt, I would never leave the same legacy he did.

So yeah, I wanted to hate him just because he was famous. But I couldn’t. Something about his stupid cocky smirk, and the way he seemed to understand the balls every move before he could even touch the ball. It was impressive. Of course, it didn’t go unnoticed to me that he was dating Keely Jones. A gorgeous model, just like all the other women he’d been seen with. He wouldn’t look twice at me. You were staring at his face for so long you didn’t realize that Ted and Rebecca were staring at you, expectantly.

“Oh, sorry, what?”

Ted’s eyes danced quickly between Jamie’s photo and you. But if he suspected anything, he didn’t dare to comment as he brought you back into the conversation.

“Do you believe in ghosts?”

The rest of the day went by rather quickly. After the tour, Rebecca led you and Ted to a disastrous press conference that ended early, much to my own gratitude. I wasn’t sure I was ready to talk to press yet. I wasn’t ready to be a poster woman for my gender across the league. I just wanted to coach football. But luckily, after the press conference we were allowed to go watch practice.

That was what I was excited for. To watch the lads, play football. I had watched football for as long as I could remember. I grew up in Richmond. My family could never afford to go to games, but we watched every single match, good or bad. Now here I was, going to coach the team that I grew up loving. It was almost unreal.

“So! Where are you from?” Ted asked as we made our way to the pitch.

“I actually grew up here,” I told him with a smile. “I’ve been a greyhound’s fan since I was a girl. My dad loved the game.”

“Well, I’ll be!” Ted exclaimed. “He must be mighty proud of you then.”

“Yeah, he was!” I responded, my smile fading slightly.

We made it onto the pitch just as the boys were scrimmaging. My eyes were immediately drawn to the legendary, Roy Kent. He was a legend for sure, and the way he commanded the field certainly lived up to said legend. But eventually my eyes landed on Jamie Tartt just as he was doing a trick shot to hit the ball off the top of the goal. God, he was amazing.

As Ted and Coach Beard headed back inside, I decided to greet the boys as they came back inside. As Jamie approached, I stepped forward, wanting to introduce myself. He was good, very good, but I knew that he could be even better. With a bit of teamwork, I was certain that he could become the best in the league.

“Hi, Jamie. I’m (Y/N) and I just wanted to say that-"

He brushed right past me, shoving his water bottle into my hands.

“Thanks,” he dismissed, not even turning around.

I stood there, water bottle in my hands, mouth agape. Maybe hating him would be easier than I thought.

#jamie tartt #jamie tartt x y/n #jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt imagine #jamie tartt fanfiction #enemies to lovers #angst #eventual fluff #ted lasso tv #ted lasso show #ted lasso

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stellar-skyy · 9 months ago

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SUGGESTED READING - ♡

NOTES: this is an ongoing list of some of my favourite works by my mutuals! there were many i wanted to include (because everyone is so talented omg) but i didn't want this list to be too long.

some of these writers have moved, but i have tagged their latest blog. if you wish to not be included here for whatever reason, let me know and i will remove you.

the blood of the covenant. — @romaritimeharbor ⤷ notes: addi's writing style will never fail to amaze me. every word of this had me giggling and kicking my feet, and reading it felt like a warm cup of tea. i adore the way the siblings are written, this is just so fluffy and lovely with a sprinkle of hurt/comfort for flavour. i love you endlessly! — @thexianzhoujade ⤷ notes: absolutely hearbreaking. this broke me. i have never emotionally recovered from this. written absolutely beautifully, in the most shattering way possible. will he change his mind about you? — @june-again ⤷ notes: this hit me right where it hurts, because i could see myself: desperately clinging to someone while quietly wondering when it was going to end. it honestly almost made me cry when i read it, because i remember when i was at a point in my life where i needed to hear those words and reading this felt like it healed something in me. 1989 - a blog event. — @aventurne ⤷ notes: to celebrate 1989 (tv) we were treated to a fic every day for almost a month from the lovely meisha! i was rereading them to pick one or two for this list, but i couldn't make up my mind so putting the event itselfl! my favourites are suburban legends, wildest dreams, and wonderland. the beautiful implications of kaveh’s missing hairbrush. — @june-again ⤷ notes: such a simple concept, but it is so sweet. i absolutely adore the way this is written, it's so comforting. absence. — @romaritimeharbor ⤷ notes: 10/10 kills me every time. the kaveh!dad au has a special place in my heart, but this fic especially. [name]'s grief is so painful to read, but seeing alhaitham comfort them... it's the best kind of hurt/comfort, where nothing really is okay anymore but you have each other. curtain call. — @rainswept ⤷ notes: my favourite lyney fic from THE lyney writer of all time. and this one. this one is my favourite out of your lyney fics. there's something so foreboding about it, every word feels closer to doom: to the curtain call, as it is titled. i'm never gonna have enough words that describe how well you write characters so i am just going to leave it at oh my god this was amazing. dancing with the fontainians. — @nervocat ⤷ notes: ABSOLUTELY ADORABLE. dancing. fontaine characters. i don't need to explain myself, you had me at dancing. this is very cute and fluffy. the art of war. — @ryuryuryuyurboat ⤷ notes: the first fic i read from the lovely miss yukari! i love this so much, cafe aus are a guilty pleasure of mine and this one was so fun. i'm still giggling at the idea of kokomi just blue-screening after getting asked out.

#📢 — noticeboard #IM SORRY FOR THE TAGS

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sentientcave · 8 months ago

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IT'S WIP WEDNESDAY BAYBEE - Have some Sparrow! I've been working on this one since December and I'm finally dipping into the last stretch of it. Been working on other things lately but still hoping to get this one finished before summer hits proper. I don't think I've shared much of this one anywhere yet.

Bob and his wife, Wendy, had pulled up chairs so they could sit and talk to the four soldiers. Or three, rather. Ghost had moved one table over to eat, his mask pulled up above his mouth so he could shovel food into his mouth, hunched over his plate like he was afraid someone was going to try and take it. He glanced up at Morgan as she walked in, scraped the final bite of food off his plate, and washed it down with the last of his tea before pulling the mask back down. It was almost fascinating to watch his throat work to swallow before disappearing behind the knit material.

“You fellas all set?” Morgan asked, bumping her hip up against the side of the booth next to Price. “I’d like to get home before this storm gets worse. Laika doesn’t like thunder, the big baby.”

"Just about, I'd say," Price said, tilting his head back to look at her. "We just had the pleasure of hearing all sorts of wild tales about you. How many of them are true?"

"None, like as not. I'm as well-behaved as they come, and it's always been that way."

Wendy stifled a laugh behind her hand. "Of course, Morgan."

Bob covered a cough with his arm that sounded suspiciously like bullshit.

Wendy had been a teacher at Morgan's high school. As far as she knew Morgan had been skipping classes to get up to trouble, but it had usually just been work. Pick ups and drop offs— rarely the same kind of dangerous situations that had caught her mother flat footed out on the tundra, but there had been a handful of fire fights here and there, and many more desperate struggles with fists or a knife. She had probably seemed like a lot of trouble from Wendy's perspective, since she'd come to school in rough shape many times, her excuses ranging from fist fights to tree climbing incidents to sports injuries. It was a surprise that she had gotten away with it without someone getting worried, but she'd always had a talent for lying her ass off.

"Alright, maybe I was a bit of a wild card when I was young. But I grew up. It all feels pretty silly looking back now." She shrugged lightly, flashing a sheepish smile at the soldiers, like she was embarrassed by her seemingly rowdy past. “I was an army brat without a whole lot of supervision. I’m just impressed I managed to graduate.”

"Too bad." Ghost muttered behind her. "You were just startin’ to sound fun."

There wasn’t much point in dignifying that with a response. Ghost seemed keen on getting under her skin, just to see what would happen. She wasn’t about to let him get a rise out of her. And if he wanted to play games, he was about to find himself outmatched.

She took her jacket off while she waited for the others to finish eating and knelt on the bench that Ghost was sitting on, bracing her arms on the back of the booth. He shifted beside her, putting his back against the window and bringing his knee up onto the seat so that his leg pressed against hers. He tapped the top of his boot against the bottom of her sensible white running shoes. She ignored him. “So, what really brings you boys to town?” she asked, even though they would have to lie, if not in front of her, certainly in front of Bob and Wendy. “Fishing trip?”

“Oh aye,” Soap said, grinning. "We love fishin'."

Gaz smirked, glancing up at her. “We’re after a big catch.”

Danny wouldn’t be a big catch. Likely it was one of his nasty friends, as Nikolai had put it, that the SAS agents were after. No one that Danny had known when he and Morgan were married. It had mostly been gangs looking for guns back then, or the occasional mob contact looking to pick up something heavier for a specific job. SAS was special forces and counter terrorism, which meant that Danny had gotten himself involved in something particularly out of his depth.

#IT'S WIP WEDNESDAY BAYBEE #Cave Writing #Sparrow #Some of the early bits like this need some structural edits #I've also got better defined voices for them all now #So definitely some work to be done #cod mw fanfiction #OC: Morgan

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yanderelovlies · 2 years ago

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Hello Dearie~! Hope your well and warm, major snowstorm where I'm from this week!

Anyways, I was hoping to request our boys falling for a singer/performer? With Joseph, Shaun, Nick and Ian? If that's too many then just Joseph is fine too!

Like MC in a band preforming in a bar, or seen doing a street performance? Sorry if that's a lil boring...

Please and Thank You!

Oh, a snowstorm?? We haven't got those, but we did get s dust storm! It got scary. I hope you are okay and warm too love 💕

The night started like any other. You dressed up for your performance, and about ready to take the stage when a lone man sitting at the bar caught your attention. It didn't seem like he was waiting on someone just simply drinking whatever worries he had away.

Your eyes never left him as you got on stage. Not even as you greeted the regulars you called and whistled your name. He seemed to take notice as his eyes lifted from his drink and up to you.

He watched you with curious eyes as you took the stage. The lights dimmed and the music began to play as you took a deep breath before singing. Much like you were before his eyes never left you.

Watching as you swayed on stage captivated everyone who listened. He was intrigued, to say the least so by the time you were done with your song he down the last of his drink before standing. He was about to make his way backstage when he saw you instead of making your way to him.

When you got close you held out your hand to him a smile on your face "Hi handsome. I'm y/n."

Joesph

Joesph gave you his signature smirk before taking your hand and bringing it up to his lips kissing the top of your hand. "Pleasure. I'm Joesph."

You could feel your face heat up as you let out a breath giggle. "I wouldn't have taken you for a flirt."

Bringing both hands down before letting go he shot you a wink "then you have much to learn about me doll."

The rest of the night was spent in each other's company. Sharing a couple of drinks before you had to leave for another performance. Thought you weren't gone for long because as soon as you were done you were at his side again.

As the sun began to rise he walked you to his car giving you bits and pieces of his profession as an actor. When you go to your car you could disappointment rise in you. When was the last time you enjoyed someone's company like this.

"So tell me doll...do you work here every night or do you hope from stage to stage?"

You turned to face him. He was no longer smirking instead he seemed almost as disappointed as you did. "Oh! I work here very night. My dream to sing for more the a bar full of drunks."

Joesph let out a chuckle grabbing your hand again "I'm sure with your talent you'll make, but until then can I come see you again?"

You could help but smile "I would love that."

The morning after you got into your car and left Joesph stayed behind a little longer remembering the small bit of warmth you had given him, and wonder what he had to do to feel that again.

Shaun

He gave you a big smile as shook your hand gently "I'm Shaun, and I will say the pleasure is all mine."

You giggled shaking his hand "Well Shaun what brings you to my little corner of the world?"

He chuckled rubbing the back of his neck "Ah what brings anyone here?"

"Hmmm, a troubled heart?"

He stared at you with wide eyes before seeming to deflate "guess it's that obvious..."

You smiled moving to the seat beside the one he was sitting at. You patted the seat giving him a silent invitation. He took it, and that was where the two of you spent the rest of the night.

Maybe it was the alcohol in his system, but Shaun began to open up to you faster than he has in a while. You were easy to talk to and gave some really good advice. He found it comforting.

Eventually, the bartender was calling for a final call making Shaun feel more jittery than he had since making eye contact with you. So quickly with trembling hands he borrowed a pen and write down his number.

"If your willing I would love to see you again."

You gingerly took the napkin piece looking down at the number. Before he could get the wrong impression a smile crossed your features before you quickly pulled out your phone. "I would love to see you again Shaun."

As you punched his number and quickly sent him a message Shaun couldn't help but think that maybe coming to the bar wasn't as bad as he first thought.

Ian

Ian let out a shaky while his trembling hand grabbed your ls to give you a timid shake. "U-um Ian nice to meet you..."

You giggled "your cute....come on hun I'm off and this doesn't seem like the scene." You offered your hand out to him again.

Ian looked between your face and your hand before nervously chuckling "y-you aren't gonna kill me.....are you?"

You once again giggled shaking your head "no just wanted to take you to this cute mom and pop Cafe. That seemed more your speed."

Ian seemed to contemplate it before ultimately taking your hand, and allowing you to guide him to your destination. Much like you promised the two of you ended up in a booth at an old Cafe.

"So tell me Ian...how did you end up at a bar?"

Ian's look turned solemn again as he looked away from you. He came out to forget not to remember all the degrading things his mother had said to him that evening. As he tried to find the words to tell you he felt a hand on his arm.

He followed the hand up your arms and to your face where a reassuring smile greeted him. "Hey, you don't have to talk about it. It must be personal so how about we talk about something else....like....what are your hobbies?"

This was the quickest Ian has ever opened up. You were so welcome and inviting that he could help it. So as he noticed the sun began to rise he could feel himself get antsy. What if he never saw you again? He didn't want that!

As you stoop from your seat you handed him a piece of paper "here give me a call sometime. Maybe we can set something up."

Ian nodded dumbly as he took the paper and watched you walk away. He may never want to go to a bar again but he wanted to see you again for sure.

Nick

He smiled shaking your hand "Nick. It's nice to meet you. You sing here every night?"

You nodded "I do. Though I'm hoping to one day perform for a bigger stage."

Nick took his seat again offering the one beside him "if what I heard tonight was anything go off of i would say you would make it."

You perked taking the seat beside him "you think so?"

"I do."

The two of you spent the rest of the night talking about anything and everything. Nick seemed to keep a lot to himself, but you didn't mind. You simply listened to all he was willing to tell you and vice-versa. Drink and laughs were shared till Nick finally stood up again. He was tipsier then before, but not the point of stumbling.

"How about me and you go for a little walk. I need to see if I can sober up before calling an Uber to come pick me up."

You nodded taking his hand. The two of you walked through the streets giggling like a pair of teenagers. You liked nick he was down to earth guy.

You almost missed the sun rising. "Come on we should head back....but I had a lot of fun tonight."

You wrapped your arm around his as you laid your head on his arm "me too..."

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mafuyuslover · 2 years ago

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LOVE SONG.

word count | 1981

pairings | airi momoi, haruka kiritani, minori hanasato, and shizuku hinomori x reader

warnings | gn! reader, a bit ooc shizuku and haruka, not proofread

note | i'm sorry it took me so long to finish this request﹗i accidentally deleted it while trying to save it, so i had to restart.

Minori Hanasato.

Minori was feeling a bit down. Her schedule had been hectic lately, with multiple rehearsals and performances with her idol group, More More Jump. She had been spending so much time working on her craft that she barely had time for herself. She missed spending time with her partner. As she walked through the park, she noticed someone sitting on a bench, strumming a guitar.

It was you, her partner. You were always friendly to people and supportive of everything Minori did. She remembered you mentioning that you wrote your own songs. Minori always looked up to you, despite you being an unpopular artist. She had always wanted to write her own music but never had the time or inspiration to do so.

As she got closer, you noticed her and greeted her with a smile. Minori couldn't help but blush a little.

"Hey, babe, how's it going?" you asked, grinning widely.

Minori smiled, but you could see something was wrong just by looking into her eyes. "I'm feeling a little overwhelmed lately. I've been so busy with work that I haven't had much time for anything else."

You nodded sympathetically. "I know how that feels, but you can always count on me," you took her hands in yours and squeezed them reassuringly.

Minori smiled at you with the inner corners of her eyebrows raised. "You're right. I know that I can always count on you."

You smiled. "I actually wrote a song dedicated to you. Would you like to hear it?"

Minori's eyes widened in surprise and excitement. "Really? You wrote a song for me?"

You nodded. "Yeah, I was inspired by your performances with More More Jump. I think it really captures your energetic and cheerful personality."

Minori felt butterflies fluttering in her stomach. She had never had a song written specifically for her before. She couldn't wait to hear it.

You picked up your guitar and began to strum a gentle melody. As you sang, Minori felt her heart swell with adoration. The lyrics were beautiful, and the melody was catchy and upbeat. She couldn't help but smile and tap her foot along to the rhythm.

As you finished the song, Minori clapped her hands. "That was amazing! Thank you so much."

You grinned. "I'm glad you liked it. I poured my heart into it."

Minori felt a warmth spread through her body. She had been feeling down lately, but hearing your song had lifted her spirits. She couldn't wait to perform it with More More Jump and share it with her fans.

"Thank you so much, babe. This means a lot to me," Minori said, sending a grateful smile your way.

You shrugged. "It was my pleasure. I love composing music, especially for my girlfriend."

Minori blushed. "Well, I definitely appreciate it. You're so talented."

You smiled at her lovingly. "Thanks, Minori. That means a lot coming from you."

As you sat in the park, chatting about music and life, Minori couldn't help but feel grateful for having a partner like you. She had never met anyone quite like you before, someone so passionate about music and so generous with their talents. She knew that she would never forget the moment you shared her song with her and that she would always be inspired by your passion and creativity.

Shizuku Hinomori.

Shizuku had always been a reserved and quiet girl, even when she was on stage as part of the idol group, More More Jump. But you, her partner and the composer behind many of her group's songs, knew there was much more to her than what meets the eye. You had always admired her calm and collected demeanor, her dedication to her craft, and her unique way of expressing herself through her dance moves.

One day, you decided to surprise Shizuku with a special gift: a song that you had composed just for her. You poured your heart and soul into every note and lyric, trying to capture the essence of who Shizuku was and what she meant to you. You spent countless hours in your studio, fine-tuning every detail, making sure that the song would be perfect jusr for her.

Finally, the day of the performance arrived. Shizuku had no idea what was in store for her, as you had kept your project a secret from her until this moment. She walked onto the stage, wearing her signature outfit and her hair styled in her favorite way.

You stepped out from behind the curtain, guitar in hand, and began to play the first notes of the song you had written for her. The melody was beautiful and calming, with a hint of melancholy that perfectly captured the depth of emotion you felt for Shizuku.

As you began to sing, Shizuku's eyes widened in surprise. She had never heard your voice before, and she was taken aback by the warmth and tenderness of your tone. The lyrics were poetic and heartfelt, filled with images that reminded her of her own experiences and emotions.

As you reached the chorus, Shizuku felt a lump form in her throat. The song was so personal, so intimate, that it felt like you were singing directly to her. She could feel the love and admiration pouring out of every word, and she knew that she would treasure this moment forever.

When the song came to an end, the audience erupted into an applause. Shizuku stood there for a moment, still trying to process what had just happened. Then, with tears in her eyes, she ran over to you and threw her arms around you in a tight embrace.

"Thank you," she whispered into your ear. "That was the most beautiful thing anyone has ever done for me. I will never forget it."

You hugged her back, feeling a sense of satisfaction and fulfillment that you had never experienced before. You had always known that Shizuku was a introverted and calm person, but seeing her reaction to your song made you confused but also very happy.

From that day on, Shizuku and your bond grew even stronger. You continued to collaborate on music together, always striving to create something that would move and inspire others. But you both knew that the song you had written for her would always hold a special place in your hearts, a testament to the power of music and the beauty of human connection.

Haruka Kiritani.

Haruka Kiritani, a popular idol from More More Jump, and also your girlfriend, had been feeling a bit down lately. Despite all her success and fame, she felt like she was missing something in her life. That's when her partner, you, came up with an idea to lift her spirits.

You were a talented composer, and you decided to write a song for Haruka. You poured your heart and soul into it, making sure it captured the core of Haruka's personality and feelings. After weeks of hard work, you finally finished the song and arranged to perform it for Haruka.

Haruka was surprised when you told her about the song, but she was also touched by her partner's gesture. She eagerly waited for the day of the performance, wondering what the song would be like.

On the day of the performance, Haruka and you met at a small, intimate venue. You had brought along your guitar, and you began to play the opening chords of the song. As the melody unfolded, Haruka listened intently to the lyrics, feeling like they were speaking directly to her soul.

The song was a beautiful hymn to Haruka's struggles and triumphs, capturing the nature of her journey as an idol. It was also a declaration to the depth of your love for Haruka, and the effort you had put into creating something so personal and meaningful.

As you finished the last notes of the song, Haruka was overwhelmed with emotion. Tears streamed down her face as she looked up at her partner, who was smiling brightly at her.

"Thank you," Haruka whispered, her voice choked with emotion. "That was... amazing."

You grinned, feeling proud and relieved at the same time. "I'm glad you liked it," you said. "I just wanted to do something special for you."

Haruka hugged you tightly, feeling a rush of love and gratitude for her partner. "You're amazing," she said. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

You smiled, feeling happy that she could bring some joy into Haruka's life. "I love you," you said.

Haruka leaned in to kiss you, feeling the warmth of your embrace and the softness of your lips. In that moment, she felt like everything was right in the world, and that she had found the missing piece of her life.

Haruka carried the song with her everywhere she went, listening to it whenever she needed a boost of confidence or a reminder of your love. It became a symbol of your relationship, a testament to the power of music and love to heal even the deepest wounds. And whenever she heard it, Haruka felt grateful for the love and support of her partner, you.

Airi Momoi.

Airi sat at her desk, staring at the blank sheet of paper in front of her. She had been struggling to come up with new lyrics for her upcoming performance and was feeling frustrated. Airi had always been a perfectionist, constantly pushing herself to be better and do better. But today, she just couldn't seem to find the inspiration she needed.

As she sat there, lost in thought, Airi's partner, you, walked into the room. You were a composer and had been working on a new song for Airi. You could see the frustration on Airi's face and knew that you had to do something to help.

"Hey, what's going on?" You asked, sitting down next to Airi.

"I can't seem to come up with anything good," Airi sighed, running her hands through her hair.

You smiled and pulled out your phone. "Well, I think I might have something that could help," you said, scrolling through your notes. "I wrote a song for you."

Airi looked up, surprised. "For me?" she asked.

You nodded. "Yeah. I know how hard you've been working on your music lately, and I wanted to do something special for you."

Airi felt a warm feeling spread through her chest. She knew how talented you were and felt honored that you had written a song just for her.

"Can I hear it?" Airi asked, a hint of excitement in her voice.

You grinned and pulled out your guitar. You began to strum a few chords before unveiling the song you had written. As the notes filled the room, Airi felt herself becoming more and more spellbound. The melody was beautiful, and the lyrics were like a love letter to her.

When you finished playing, Airi was speechless. She had never heard anything so beautiful in her life. She looked up at you, tears streaming down her face.

"That was amazing," Airi whispered. "Thank you so much."

You wrapped your arms around Airi and held her close. "I'm glad you liked it," you said softly.

Airi pulled back and looked up at you. "Liked it? I loved it," she said, a wide smile spreading across her face, along with her cheeks tinting pink.

You laughed and kissed Airi on the forehead. "I'm so glad," you said. "I just wanted to do something special for you."

Airi leaned her head against your shoulder, feeling overwhelmed with love and appreciation. She knew that you were the one for her, and this moment only strengthened that fact.

As the two of you sat there, reveling in the radiance of your affection, Airi knew that she would never forget this moment. And she knew that the song you had written for her would be something she would savor forever.

i honestly had so much fun writing this request.

#sage.writes #project sekai #project sekai x reader #more more jump #more more jump x reader #airi momoi x reader #haruka kiritani x reader #minori hanasato x reader #shizuku hinomori x reader

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eorziapple · 1 year ago

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(@driftward) Dirty Alphabet Meme! Oh, we should go easy on poor Apple, should we not? (I)ntimacy, (N)O [something they would NOT do, turn offs], (T)oy, (E)xperience, and (R)isk.

Well, not that easy, I suppose. Pip gets (P)ace and (I)ntimacy

Okay! For Apple (GA Apple to be speicific, WoL is a work in progress):

Intimacy- "Right, what was this study for again? Well far be it for me to stand in the way of scientific progress. Truth be told I struggle with this in general, and it seems to be a sore spot for the few partners i've had. I find myself rather distracted and out of the moment at times, to the point where I've been unsure if relationships are for me at all. I do know that I crave it at times though, I get lonely just like anyone else."

(N)O- "Oh I find myself perusing erotica with enough curiosity that I feel like I might be willing to try many things, I suppose the issue has always been the willingness to actually... do anything that I struggle with? A little odd that I rather enjoy all the fiction and aesthetics though. I suppose to answer your question, anything that is particularly messy would be out of the question."

(T)oy- "Ohohoho, well, in this regard I believe I have some degree of experience in. It's nice to have something at hand to help get focused, not to mention a very efficient and pleasurable way of getting to sleep faster, which I struggle with from time to time. There's actually quite a lot i've unearthed from the Sons of Saint Coinach's delves, though they tended to miscategorize them as lab equipment. Some of them are -quite- elaborate contraptions, which makes sense, given the society's end being brought about by sheer boredom in part. I've cobbled together a few recreations... and taken a few of the pieces from the Free Company's showroom... I dont think Erick would want some poor client or employee pushing one of -those- red buttons. Oh uhh.. yeah, I have many and use them.

(E)xperience: She sighs "I.... have had two partners, and not for very long. It's been a bit of an issue and usually tied to me having trouble with attraction in the moment. I often feel vulnerable or... perhaps I let my mind wander, which caused some degree of awkwardness. It can be frustrating, as I daydream from time to time, and the mood strikes me often enough that I seek out art and fiction, or the recesses of my imagination. I've mostly accepted that i'm a bit outside the norm, I suppose."

(R)isk: "I'm a little more likely to take risks in my profession that in intimacy. It's easy to dive into something dangerous and exciting when you can predict a positive end state. I have trouble picturing that with sex. I suppose I have gotten a little... well lets just say a knock on the door while i'm using said devices has led to some rather enticing daydreams? I suppose that might count as risk, getting caught?"

For Pip!:

(P)ace: "Ummm well shit, I guess it's not hard to tell I do everything to the max! I mean, what's not to love, you get a good cardio in, feels -amazing- and that post-destroyed-or-destroying bask feels better than winning a good fight. Finding a good sparring partner for horizontal bouts can be rough though, not everyone can handle my special moves!

(I)ntimacy: "Ehhhhhhhhhh it's kinda annoying, not gonna lie? I mean yeah yeah yeah I'm the best and who'd want to leave a dynamo like me but.... girl this talented can't be shackled down, it would be unfair to all the realms to keep me for yourself, so really in the end expecting such is quite cruel to the world, and hasn't the world suffered enough? Just be glad you got to tangle with a hurricane, it's the experience of a lifetime, after all" *she flexes at the interviewer and kisses her biceps*

For @biot08 celebrating my tumblr comeback with a megaprompt

#apple silverberg #pippena pip #friend asks

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sunbeamstress · 1 year ago

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i struggled for a very long time to understand why i didn't want to make art.

it was such a mystery! some blind spot in my psyche i couldn't get a fix on.

"why haven't i drawn in months?"

"why am i sitting here playing video games? i still can barely draw hands"

"why don't i post my work online?"

"why haven't i started a webcomic yet? i wanted to over a decade ago"

why? why? why?

why was i torturing myself? all i could see in the back of my mind was my mother, seated in her armchair, the dated old phone stretching across the living room with her at the center of its web. she would always couch the phone against her cheek and shoulder and lay her knuckles against it for stability; her left hand - the one i use, myself - would reach for a pen and fill page after page of doodles into a notepad.

i remember beautiful filigree designs and landscapes and pretty flowers and sometimes an instance of something lovely in the faces of her husband or her children, captured on paper without her even having to think about it. entire worlds spilling out of her fingertips while her mind was occupied with other things.

but she stopped.

she can't draw, now. she no longer has the talent. she used to beg me to sing because my voice was a gift to god, but she had a gift from god and she left it in a dumpster. these days i don't believe in god, and i don't believe in my mother, either.

in a circumspect way i'm grateful to her for this. i'd think about her every time i picked up a pencil. this unforgivable act of waste, in my eyes, was a fire under my ass that kept my hand moving. it gives me pleasure to admit, with honesty, that while i rarely sketch or paint, i only ever seem to get better at it. to this day, i'm not half bad. in my late thirties, i'm at a skill level that i was seeing out of the very most gifted artists in their mid-twenties.

but isn't that a silly way of looking at it? "i'm 37, and i draw at least as well as a really good 24 year old". what nonsense is this? this is the sort of invasive thing that likes to run amok in my head. what sense does it make to compare myself like we're talking shonen manga power levels? why am i racing other artists? why do i have to compete?

it took me a very long time to realize that Competition Itself had supplanted what i loved about art. it wasn't something i did consciously; it just sort of happened when i was in my late teens, my early adult years, and the internet's artistic community had exploded, a detailed landscape peppered with talented people, all with their own gifts from god, gleaming and gilded and razor-edged. they were doing things i'd never imagined. they were making comics and putting their work in indie video games. they were doing animations in flash. holy shit - they were making porn! this might sound quaint to you, O reader, but by internet standards i'm what you call an "old-ass bitch" and in those days, this was pretty novel.

god, i wanted what they had so bad. i wanted a webcomic. i was going to call it "Absolute Vertigo", whatever that meant, and it would have been garbage, but i didn't care. i wanted "Absolute Vertigo by <SCREEN NAME>" at the top of a kitschy website and i wanted people to gush about how cool it was and put it into their RSS feeds and--

this was the beginning of the end, in many ways. i really wasn't cut out for competition. it would take a really long time to figure this out. my peers were putting out improbably cool stuff and i felt like i was flagging. i didn't realize it yet, but the internal language i was using to talk to myself about art was changing. suddenly i was "worse" or "better" than other artists. suddenly they were "doing more" or being more "successful" than me.

art had become a commodity.

it's wild how this sort of mindset can take a mind of its own, can build its own character, can work its way deeper into your brain. at first art was discouraging - it was this thing my mother was good at but neglected. it was this thing i felt like i was worse at than everyone else. but then it became depressing. Art, this platonic ideal of it, this idea of it in the abstract, was turning into a weapon i was using to torture myself. reader, you have no idea how many nights i couldn't sleep. to merely ideate failure was to hurl myself back through time, back to the moment i realized my mother had given up.

"why haven't i drawn in months?"

"why am i sitting here playing video games? i still can barely draw hands"

"why don't i post my work online?"

"why haven't i started a webcomic yet? i wanted to over a decade ago"

i didn't have an answer for these questions, but still they were there. they weren't important or meaningful questions, they were tools i used to torture myself. i was supposed to improve for the sake of improvement, and to enjoy art as an act of pure creation, but instead it was a hammer i would hit myself over the head with because i wasn't doing it good enough. crazy how you can talk about your own talent the way you can talk about a dead-end job.

looking back now, it's astounding that i didn't understand all of this. it seems to make so much more sense. i've always had stories and characters floating around in my head - it's literally my favorite pastime - but it took me a very long, very painful time to realize that having stories and having characters doesn't mean you're a failure if you don't immediately march to the nearest sketchbook and jot them down.

the gift of art does not obligate you to produce it. if you cast it aside, the world isn't made better or worse.

your art exists for you. it should please you, should bring a smile to your face or evoke feelings you don't dare face on your own. art should help you work through trauma. it should express when you're happy. art is a frame for the picture of you.

it should even be okay to let it go.

it's going to take me a long time to forgive my mother. but i think i understand her a little better.

#art

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atinywhore · 3 years ago

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no one gets to touch what's mine or have you forgotten?

pairing: yunho x (fem) reader

word count: 3030

genre: ohhhh, just some smut once again

warnings: jealous and dom yunho, yunho's big dick (obs), oral (fem receiving), fingering, praising, degradation (if you squint), unprotected sex (use a condom), "take it" type thing, rough, overstimulation, aftercare, hickies, kinda begging (once again if you squint I guessss)

an: okay so first off, we love a jealous yunho (I finally am writing about my bias yay), second the dance mentioned in this ff is based off of two very talented dancers who did a cover to Sex Trip by Jay Park, so please go watch and support. Also watch so you can see the dance you'll be doing with wooyoung ;) Thirdly, I have a thing I guess for men on there knees for you, so sign up or get out cause I'm here just living my best live. Once again, please be kind and lmk if I missed and warnings and enjoy you dirty hoes <3 -ven

tag list: @ch0isa99ie @mingigoo @ateezinmymind @wickeddarkness-place

“Yunho.. what the fuck. The guys are right out-...” You say meeting the burning look in his eyes. “I don’t give a fuck (y/n). No one gets to touch what’s mine. Or have you forgotten that baby?” Your eyes go wide and a pool of heat now settles in your lower stomach. Shit.. you swore inside your head. I guess the dance worked its magic, maybe just a little too well.

You and Wooyoung had danced together many times, but never like this. No one except your boyfriend was allowed to touch you in this manner. There was never a spoken rule about not being able to touch you, but the members saw first hand just how protective Yunho was of you. After he freaked out on the poor man who moved you by the waist at the karaoke bar you and a few of the other members had gone to. As much as you love his overprotective side, which you really did.. you decided that he needed to be shot down a peg or two. You had mentioned to Wooyoung before how much you wanted to do this dance cover to Sex Trip by Jay Park, and he seemed weary when you showed him the cover, but ultimately he agreed.

The rest of the boys and Yunho came as you two had finished your first run through and were just in time to watch you run it from the beginning. You went to start the music over when Yunho came up behind you, “So what is this surprise cover you wanted to show us puppy?” Putting his arms around your waist and pulling you to his chest. A smirk flashes on your lips but it quickly falls when you turn around and play your innocent routine to him. “You’ll just have to watch and find out yun.” You stand on your very tippy toes to ruffle his hair and press a quick kiss to his lips. Before heading back to your starting position you say, “but I think you’re really.. Really going to like it.” You hit play on your laptop connected to the speakers and the music begins to play.

~ Yunho pov (Y/n) sauntered over to Wooyung and before they started she took off his shirt she wore leaving her in a black strappy bralette and leggings. His jaw clenched as he sees Wooyoung’s eyes trail over her exposed torso. Wooyoung’s gaze meets Yunho and he quickly gets himself ready to dance. Turning to his other members he gives them a look that could kill. Lets just say his fellow members looked anywhere but at (y/n) during the performance. Leaning against the wall near her laptop he watches the dance begin.

They were doing so well and then Wooyoung places his hands on her waist, grinding into her ass. Yunho’s vision goes red. No one should be touching (y/n) like that but him. An incredible amount of jealousy courses through his veins, making his neck turn red. His brows turn down and his face becomes dark. Next thing he knows is Wooyung’s hand now wraps around her neck and (y/n) face goes slack with what seems to be pleasure. Yunho huffs out a breath of pure rage and crosses his arms at his broad heaving chest. It only gets worse when Wooyoung lifts (y/n) up bridal style and lays her on the ground. She opens her legs and he slides himself right in between and flips her to her stomach using her thighs and then hips once again. The animalistic rage is now indescribable at the sight of his friend putting his hands all over his girl. Wooyoung grabs (y/n)’s hips and pulls her to meet his, sliding his hands up her torso and back, he places a hand at her neck and pushes her face down so she is in the perfect, ass up face down position.

He doesn’t say anything to either of them once they finish. He doesn’t even look at Wooyoung because if he does, he might not be able to fight the urge to cut his friend’s hands off.

~(Y/N) pov

After you and wooyoung finished your cover, the boys took the opportunity to practice the dances to a couple of their songs. After they were satisfied we all went back to the dorm to watch a movie HongJoon has been telling us to watch for weeks now. Yunho had been very withdrawn and downright pissy to everyone, especially Wooyoung. You don’t know why you thought he wouldn’t get upset as he seems to have gotten, but he has. The other members went into the living room even though you wanted to stay to talk to Yunho. Before you could even think about following everyone Yunho grabbed your wrist so you couldn’t anyways.

Walking you through the living room, and down the hallway to his and San’s shared room. He basically whipped you into the room causing you to stumble, thankfully his grip kept you from falling. The door slammed, locking and soon enough you were being moved into the direction of his bed. He towered over you, making you feel like the prey being hunted by the predator. He had you facing him while backing both your bodies slowly until the backs of your knees hit the edge at the foot of his mattress. His naturally dark brown eyes turned black, his gaze causing your breath to come out uneasy. “What’s wrong puppy?” He said, tilting his head. “You scared?” He moved both of your wrists into one of his hands and the other moved its way slowly up your forearm to cup the bottom of your jaw. His thumb causing waves of electricity to prick every inch of skin it caressed. Your knees trembled and a flash of heat raced to your pussy. His thumb moved over your lips and chin until his hand was now wrapped around your throat. Your breathing hitched and he gave a light squeeze, almost as if he is testing you to see how you would react. Your eyelids went slack and your mouth gaped. He took his opportunity and claimed you with a kiss. His tongue roamed your mouth as his hand once again tightened and relaxed around your throat. Strange and strangled moans arose from you but were caught in Yunho's mouth. His hips closed the space between your bodies and you could feel the knee-trembling size of his erection against your lower stomach. He deepened the kiss making you struggle in his grip, wanting to pull at his soft brown hair. His mouth hovers over yours and then he moves his head until his lips are directly next to your ear. “I’m gonna fuck you until you remember who’s girl you are.” He moves back a step, letting go of your wrists and pushes you gently on the bed.

“Yunho.. what the fuck. The guys are right out-...” You say meeting the burning look in his eyes. Interrupting you he says, “I don’t give a fuck (y/n). No one gets to touch what’s mine or have you forgotten?” Your eyes go wide and a pool of heat now settles in your lower stomach. “I think you’ve forgotten puppy, so I’m going to have to remind you…” He said while raking his eyes over you. He pointed to your shirt, “Off.” Consenting, you removed his shirt that you had decided to wear today, leaving you in the black bralette and leggings. He repeated the same command over until you lay naked beneath him. His gaze sears holes into your skin as his eyes roam over your body. He palms himself over his pants but he doesn’t take off his clothes yet. “You gonna join me?” You say raising a brow, propping yourself up on your elbows and spreading your legs wider for him to get a better look at your aching pussy. His eyes dart down to where you want but he smirks, making no movement towards you. Crossing his arms over his broad chest he manages to chuckle out a response “You are not incontrol here puppy.” You whine in response, closing your legs again. He quickly places both hands on either of your knees stopping you from taking away his view. He sinks to his knees and pulls yours further apart until you are completely bare to him. You try to push your hips towards him, but he glides his hands up to your hips to keep you from moving. As he holds you in place, he leans down to place a kiss right on the apex of your pussy, causing you to lay fully on your back and shiver at the brief contact. His hands move back down your legs and leans back on his knees to see just how undone you've become for him by a mere kiss. “Play with yourself for me puppy.” His words cause you to freeze. “W-what?” You say even though you fully understand what he told you. “I want to see you make yourself cum infront of me and maybe if you can follow orders then I will decide whether or not you deserve to be fucked.”

You felt your skin flush with both embarrassment and pleasure. “Do it now or else.” You made eye contact with him again. “Or else what yun?” He smirks at your challenge and speaks. “You either make yourself cum for me now or you don’t cum at all.” His grip on our legs tightens telling you to not disobey. You don’t take another second to think before your hand is sliding down your body and finds its home at the sensitive bundle of nerves. All the embarrassment of your position in front of Yunho disappears from your mind and is replaced by the increasing pace of pleasure radiating throughout your body. A moan-like sigh escapes your lips as you find the right rhythm pulling you closer towards the edge. Your hips gyrate against your hand in circles, mimicking the movement of your fingers. The sensation begins to climb leaving you moaning louder and making your breathing labored. “Good girl, now cum.” Those four words were all it took to climax. His grip is bruising but as you come down from your high Yunho kisses marks from where his hands are all the way to your inner thigh. “Y-yunho pleas-se.” You whimper as his mouth continues to move inches from your pussy. “What baby?” He says making eye contact with you as his mouth now hovers over your pussy. His long tongue slides through your wet folds causing you to moan out his name in a plea. “Should I reward you for following orders, puppy?” He repeats the action and it has you almost screaming yes. That's all the confirmation he needs before he dips his head, breaking eye contact, to eat your pussy. His assault on your already over sensitive region has your hands snaking through his hair and pulling at his brown locks. He moans into your pussy causing you to come even closer to your end. He lifts his mouth from your clit and he places two fingers at your entrance, teasing. “Don’t go quiet on me now puppy. Be a good girl and let everyone hear whose name you're moaning when you cum.” He pushes his fingers inside you, stretching you out and causing loud moans to escape your lips. “That's right. Good girl. Let them hear you.” He puts his mouth back on your clit and starts to suck while he pumps his fingers in and out of you creating a pace unmatched by anyone and he has you screaming your orgasm in a matter of seconds.

He stands as he lets you come down from your orgam and he begins to take off his clothes. You watch as he pulls his shirt off over his head making eye contact with you as he does. Never breaking the contact his hands move to the button of his pants. The fabric is stretched to its max as his dick strains against it’s clothed prison. He unbuttons and unzips until his dick is springing free and slapping against his stomach. The sight of him has you clenching your thighs together even though the friction makes you wince. Naked, he strides back towards you and takes his place between your legs. He leans forward to cup your jaw and pull your face slightly closer to his. “You are mine (y/n), and if I need to fuck you like the little slut you are to remind you I will.” His mouth roughly claims yours, closing the space between you. The weight of his body along with the feeling of his dick at your lower stomach once again sent waves of excitement coursing through your entire body, even your toes curled in anticipation of generous length stretching you out. He pulls his mouth off yours and looks you directly in the eye as he lines up his tip with your entrance. “You will take what I give you and be as loud as you can puppy.” With that he shoves the first inch into you. Your vision goes black for a second and your tight walls burn with his big dick stretching you out. Inch by inch he goes slow for you to adjust, but once his tip is bruising your cervix he pulls out and rams back into you. Screaming in pain and wincing he repeats the movement until the pain turns to indescribable pleasure.

Your nails dig into the skin on his back as you run your hands all the way up to his neck. He groans and begins to pick up his movements. “Such a good girl taking my big cock.” He whispers into your ear as his hips flick deep inside you hitting the spot that makes your moan out his name. “F-fuck Yun-nho” You say inbetween moans. He leans back on his knees grabbing you by the waist pounding deep inside of you now. One of your hands reaches up to cup your breast and the other comes to cup your mouth. Yunho stops his movements causing you to open your pleasure heavy eyelids as much as you can to look at him. He grabs the hand over your mouth and pulls it away. He pulls out of you and flips you over onto your shaky knees. Yunho takes both of your wrists, in one hand once again, and restrains them to the small of your back as he positions himself behind you. “I want everyone to hear you moaning for me, puppy. I don’t want anyone here thinking they can touch and make you feel even an ounce of what I do.” He pushes his dick inside of you once again and has you screaming out at the sudden fullness of your pussy. The new position has tears brimming your eyes and staining his comforter. He has access to go even deeper inside you and does. When he hits the spot that has you moaning the loudest, he focuses all of his momenvents to that spot. Your impending climax has you pleading to him once again as you clench around his thick cock. “Puppy want to cum all over my cock?” His own words labored and breathy as he continues to pound deep inside of you. “Y-yes” You choke out as stars begin to cloud your vision. He pulls you up by the neck so your back meets his chest, continuing his movement. “What do you say puppy?” The hand that was holding your wrists pinches both of your nipples causing you to scream out, now glides down your stomach to settle at your clit and rub slow circles. The contact makes you jump in his hold, but he holds you inplace. “Fu-uck Pl-leas-se Yun-nho” You stutter and his mouth bites, sucking at the base of your neck that connects with your shoulder.

All the sensations and pleasure he is supplying has you coming undone with a high pitched scream no doubt heard by everyone within a 5 mile radius. He pushes you back face down into the bed to chase his own orgasm. The overstimulation becomes too much for you and you begin to cry out. He finishes inside of you but quickly pulls out at the sound of your cries. “Fuck,” He says as he moves to the head of the bed and then pulls you up with him. “I’m sorry, puppy. I didn’t mean to hurt you.” He lets you settle down and as the pain begins to ease he presses sweet gentle kisses all over your face and top of your head. Running his fingers up and down your back to help soothe you, he makes eye contact and smiles down at you. “You are mine to love puppy. Mine and only mine. Got it?” He leans down and his kiss is nothing like it was earlier. This time it was soft and wasn’t rushed. He let you open your mouth for him to deepen the kiss. His tongue slowly claiming your mouth like the rest of him had claimed you. Your pussy clenched in excitement and sent a wave of pleasure but mostly pain through your body. You winced pulling back from the kiss and was still smiling at you, laughing silently at the state he left you in. He pulls you up to his chest and you cuddle into the only man you want calling you his.

You don’t know how long you two were asleep or when you even had fallen asleep, but you were woken up by a loud pounding at the door. “YA! Yunho, we get it (y/n) is yours. Now can you please quit fucking so I can get my phone charger to call Emma and ask her to put me out of my misery . I’m sick of having to listen to you two.” We both burst out laughing and get covered up to let him in and Yunho leads the both to the bathroom to shower.

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thisisntmyrightera · 2 years ago

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I am the real Chrissy | Fem Reader x Joseph Quinn

Summary: You're part of season 4 of Stranger Things and today is your first interview on The Tonight Show with Jimmy Fallon.

Note: The reader portrait a character called ' Carrie' and she's Eddie's best friend.

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‘’Our next guest is part of the last season now available on Netflix of Stranger Things and a very important part of the new team against Vecna, please welcome Y/N ‘’ Jimmy Fallon announced you as the curtain separated the backstage of the studio opened a bit and you entered slowly, nervously waving at the public who shouted euphorically when they saw you enter.

Your short black dress with tulle sleeves combined perfectly with your boots that maintained a balance in your outfit of elegance and youth that everyone admired while you greeted the presenter and took your place greeting the audience once again.

‘’Welcome to The Tonight Show it's really a pleasure to have you here in the studio after seeing you in Stranger Things you have the whole public crazy ‘’ Jimmy pointed to the audience making everyone scream while you blushed smiling making a slight movement with your head thanking ‘’it's your first talk show for what I heard’’

‘’Yes, it's the first time I've come to a talk show, I'm sorry if I react inappropriately, when I get nervous I don't know what comes out of my mouth’’ you laughed embarrassed, moving your legs to adjust your dress in a more comfortable way

‘’Oh don't worry, we recently had Joseph Quinn here who played Eddie’’ Fallon mentioned in a flirtatious tone making you laugh as well as the audience ‘’ and as soon as he saw the guest list for our next show and saw your name he said, you have to interview her well, she is such a beautiful and interesting girl, he also told me to greet you and tell you that he misses you a lot’’ he laughed just like you while you covered your blushing face

‘’Hi Joe’’ you laughed at the camera waving your hand ‘’he is so extra, he is usually like that but thanks for the compliment’’

‘’Y/N tell us about your experience in this last season of Stranger Things I must tell you, your character along with Eddie are my favorites, both made a great team that unfortunately broke up at the end of this season’’

‘’I know’’ you looked at him with a slight pout ‘’well my character is Carrie, everyone knows her’’ you smiled at the audience while they applauded and shouted ‘’she is a very mysterious and dark but a very brave girl who fights for her new friends hmm she's part of the Hellfire club and she's also Eddie's best friend, I think she started out as a character that everyone thought would just be someone else sitting at the table but over time she finally integrated well into the story and ended up being a fundamental part of the team for fight Vecna''

‘’Carrie is a very iconic girl and has created a lot of fashion trends around the world, she has a somewhat characteristic outfit, this Farrah Fawcett wavy hair and high-waisted jeans with the Hellfire shirt tied at the front, I must tell you these last days I've seen too many girls with this style, the same hair, the shirt tied at the front you definitely created a fashion icon, you brought the 80s back’’ again the public went crazy making you smile happy to feel that finally after so many years your career would finally be where you always wanted and your work was recognized

‘’Thank you very much, the truth is that we must thank Amy Parris and the image design team, I only used it’’ you laughed embarrassed ‘’but they are definitely very talented and creative’’

‘’Definitely, we have heard many rumors and some facts that…’’ Jimmy approached you with a mysterious face taking your arm lightly ‘’you were the first Chrissy...is it true?’’ you looked at him holding laugh looking towards the production where your manager was who also laughed

‘’Well... let's say yes’’ you laughed looking at him covering your mouth ‘’the thing is that I auditioned for Chrissy and I passed the audition, I went to the costume test, the hair, everything, even my hair was bleached and I was blonde for 3 months, so I received the call and my first scene was actually the scene where Eddie and Chrissy are in the woods and they interact and to be honest I felt very comfortable with Joseph, I think the scene turned out much better than we and the production team expected and after that they called me and told me, we don't want you to be Chrissy anymore, Chrissy unfortunately was already written and planned for only one chapter to come out so they couldn't change her story because the rest of the season depended on her death so they decided call Grace who did a magnificent job as Chrissy and they gave me the character of Carrie’’

‘’But Carrie was created after the filming started right?’’

‘’Yes, Carrie was already written when they had started filming the season so they had to dye my hair again, do the makeup test, the wardrobe and I had to learn another script’’ you looked at him smiling a little playing with your hands nervously

‘’All of this so you could have more screen time’’

‘’Yes!’’

‘’With Joseph’’

‘’Yes...’’ you smiled letting out a nervous childish laugh

‘’They definitely made the right choice, I mean seeing you two on screen fighting together, interacting with Dustin who became like a son to Carrie and Eddie is something magical and we really need more, it wasn't enough with the chapters what we saw, really tell us the truth will Eddie come back for season 5?’’ Fallon took your arm again, firm but careful begging with his eyes for an answer.

‘’I don't know ‘’ you laughed shaking your shoulders ‘’I think Eddie's death was really a shame, I mean, I worked a lot with Joseph, we both even made a mental story about us in the fifth season maybe our characters could to be together but... out of nowhere Eddie died and I was really surprised because everything we had imagined was left... I would definitely like to see more of Eddie and work once again with Joseph but... .I don't know, that's entirely up to the Duffers and the writers’’

‘’But what do you think? do you think eddie will come back?’’

‘’Jimmy, I don't know’’ you looked at him seriously, holding back to laugh ‘’I don't know if Carrie is going to come back, why would she come back if her partner is gone?’’

‘’Don't say that, it would be a very sad thing not to see you again in the next season, please, to the writers, to the Duffer brothers, bring these two guys once again because’’ Jimmy leaned to the side of his desk taking a poster and holding it up on his desk ‘’I have to say this was definitely one of my favorite scenes

The poster featured in the middle a photograph of Eddie playing the guitar while Carrie held a shotgun pointed at the sky waiting to shoot the demobats.

The whole public applauded including you who got excited to see the image once again

‘’You definitely did an excellent job and the chemistry you share with Joseph cannot be hidden, You took over season 4 and for a moment we thought you both would be the new Nancy and Steve right?’’ Fallon looked at the public receiving a "Yes" from everyone

‘’You think that? It would have been great but’’ you shrugged once more ‘’things happened in the Upside Down

‘’Now that the season is over and you have lived outside of the character, who do you think you have been closest to from the cast?’’

‘’Hmm I can say that Joseph, he has definitely been a good friend and with whom I continue to maintain contact almost every day despite the distance, Maya, Joe and Saddie are also some of the ones that I feel closest to, I mean that the whole cast is great they are totally amazing but Joseph i could totally say he is one of my new best friends''

‘’And we can see that the interactions you both have on instagram are very funny, another thing we could see on instagram is, how many celebrities have become fans of yours, starting with Joan Jett who commented on one of your photos telling you how much she admired you for interpreting that side of the girls in the 80s who were tough no matter what others thought of how they dressed or acted''

‘’I know ‘’ you smiled tapping your feet excitedly like a little girl covering your face ‘’I really hadn't realized it but that day I woke up and Saddie had sent me about 50 messages telling me to open my instagram and when I did I was screaming and running for 3 hours I couldn't believe that the queen of rock had noticed me and liked my work’’

‘’It must have been a challenge for you, you started with Chrissy and ended with Carrie, they are two totally opposite poles’’

‘’Yes, Chrissy was described as a very smiling, very innocent and sweet girl and that's how I psyched myself up at first, I listened to soft music from the 80s, I was looking for cute things from the time and then it was the opposite, Carrie is very sarcastic, she never smiles, always has this expression of judging everyone but at the same time much of her behavior is expressed by her gestures and it is something that cost me some work because my face had to be totally neutral when she spoke but when she was silent my face was the one that spoke and at first I thought it wouldn't work but when I finally saw the result... I totally loved it’’

‘’Oh come on, but she did smile’’ Jimmy rise his voice looking at you sad and excited at the same time

‘’Once, she only smiled once for Eddie... when she said goodbye to him...’’

‘’Don't talk anymore, it still hurts to remember that scene’’ Fallon laughed covering his face making everyone laugh ‘’to say goodbye, could you please tell us Carrie's iconic phrase when they finally tell her about the Upside Down''

‘’Oh... I don't remember it well’’ you smiled thinking biting your lip ‘’oh... amm ‘’ you looked at the camera erasing your smile, putting the face you put on for your character raising an eyebrow slightly ‘’Monsters and Superpowers?... how much drug have you sold lately Munson?’’

The whole public began to applaud without you believing that for a simple phrase the public would go crazy but even Jimmy got up from his chair to applaud you and offer you his hand to say goodbye to him giving him a slight shake

‘’Y/N ladies and gentlemen, don't forget to watch her as well as Joe Keery, Maya Hawke and Joseph Quinn in the fourth season of Stranger things now available on Netflix!’’

The audience continued to applaud until the cameras paused slightly so you could leave and the other guest could enter the studio. Once back in Backstage, The Tonight Show team gave you the instructions to record a Tiktok with Jimmy Fallon where basically your interaction was to stand at the door judging him with the same look as Carrie did while he danced ''Tarzan Boy''.

Afterwards, he invited you to sign the Hellfire shirt that Joseph had given him during his visit, just as Joe had signed it, and so you returned to your hotel, but not before saying hello to some fans who were waiting for you outside the studio giving you gifts like a Barbie dressed as Carrie, sweets, drawings and some stuffed animals that you took with you to save them and include them in your collection of gifts that you have at home.

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barnesafterglow · 3 years ago

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all you need (1)

summary: just after finishing college and your first novel, you meet bucky barnes - a friend of a friend, a publisher, and hopefully something more

pairing: publisher!bucky x author!reader

word count: 2k

chapter warnings: language, alcohol consumption, sexual thoughts, roommate fluff

a/n: hi uh. first chapter :) this is really short, more of a prologue than a first chapter, but i'm super excited to share this with you all!! feedback is always appreciated, i have so much love for this and all of you! and so many thanks to @pellucid-constellations and @sweetdreamsbuck, i couldn't have done this without y'all's constant encouragement <3

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The heavy scent of black tea calmed your nerves as you sank into your seat at the very back of the library. You were starting to get jittery from the stress and the thought of shaky hands ruining your work only added to it.

Spread before you was your life’s work - well, your last six years of work. Starting as a freshman, you had a professor who pushed you so fiercely that she ended up becoming your academic advisor through graduate school. Even at 18, she recognized your talent and determination, and challenged you to start a project you had never even dreamed you would finish: your very first novel. The study room table was a chaos of rough drafts and storylines and everything else you had accumulated in these last years. It was beautiful and terrifying and filled you so full of emotion you had to just close your eyes and relax for a moment.

So there you were, staring at everything you had ever worked for, getting ready to pack it up and take your very final draft - and the end of your academic career - to Dr. Cooper.

Bag heavy and hands warm from the half drank tea, you trekked across campus in the cool fall air, pulling your scarf tighter around against the biting wind. Once you were standing outside her office door, you took one last inhale before tossing your cardboard cup in the trash.

When you stepped into her cozy office, you were stopped in your tracks by the most beautiful man you’d ever seen.

“Good afternoon, Y/N, this is James Barnes, a friend of mine. He works at Melville House Publishing in Brooklyn. When I found out he would be in town for a couple weeks, I gave him a call to see if he would be interested in reading your draft - and he is very interested.”

Immediately, you offered your hand to him, still amazed by not only his beauty now, but his purpose in your advisor’s office. Trying not to let your voice shake, you greeted him, “Hi, Mr. Barnes, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

His grip was so warm it took all your willpower not to melt into a puddle at his feet as he flashed you an award winning smile.

“The pleasure’s all mine, doll. And please, call me Bucky. Mr. Barnes makes me feel old.” He chuckled at the look of confusion at the nickname. “Middle name’s Buchanan - my friends call me Bucky.”

His friends call him Bucky. Holy shit, part of you hoped you wouldn’t see him after this - because you were sure he would be the death of you - while the other part wanted to see how warm his hands felt on other parts of your body.

The three of you spent a good few minutes chatting, mainly about you, as it seemed Bucky was indeed very interested. The room was hardly big enough to accommodate the three of you, especially given Bucky’s size, and you couldn’t make a move without some part of your body bumping into his. His arm grazed the full length of your own when he shifted to take a look at his watch, and when he got up to leave, you had to look straight up for how much he towered over you.

“Well, Beth, I better get going, but thank you for introducing me.” He gave her a quick peck on the cheek before turning back towards you, with what looked like his business card in his hand. “Here’s this, my cell number is written on the back. I’d love to meet with you soon, maybe lunch or coffee, if that’s okay with you.”

You tried not to look too eager as you nodded your head, feeling his hand linger for just a second when he gave you a second, more gentle handshake. You could feel Dr. Cooper’s stare as you watched him brush past you in the small office, and he disappeared with one last glance into the room.

“He’s quite handsome, isn’t he?” she smirked, already shuffling papers around as she sat back at her desk. You simply rolled your eyes, desperately hoping you could blame the heat radiating from your body on the layers you began to shed as you plopped into the chair opposite her.

“Oh god, what did you do?” Though you tried your best to glare at her, you couldn’t help the smile that tugged at the corner of your lips just thinking about Bucky. She, of course, noticed this.

“I didn’t do anything, young lady, now quit those heart eyes and hand over that final draft.”

You sat in expectant silence as she went over your last edits, then just stared at the cover for a long time. When she finally looked back up at you, you could see the tears glistening in her eyes.

Your first instinct was to get up and comfort her, but when you made a move, she just waved you off as she wiped under her eyes.

“Oh, quit that, don’t worry about me. I am just so damn proud of you, Y/N, you’ve worked so hard for this.”

“Thank you, Dr. Cooper, I -”

Her huff cut you off. “For the love of god, girl, will you finally call me Beth now? You’re technically not my student anymore.” Her eyes were still shiny with pride, even as she laughed at you.

You joined her in laughing at the habit you had refused to break, even once it was clear she was more your friend than your superior. Not trusting your voice, you just nodded your head as your own eyes began to well up. Standing, you tugged her arm and pulled her into a hug, needing to show your gratitude.

When you finally pulled apart, she gave you a small pat on the cheek before you stepped back around the desk and sat down again.

Long into the evening, you talked about your final draft as well as your plans for the future now that you had a Master’s degree and a full-fledged novel. She brought up Bucky again, which caused a burst of heat to spread through your face and chest at the mere thought of the man, and you waved her off before she could put her inappropriate notions into words. Before you left for the night, she pulled you into another hug, and told you again how incredibly proud she was of you and everything you had done.

With a last squeeze of her hand, you bundled yourself up to make your way home to your apartment, stopping for a cup of tea on the way.

Your hands were warm from the cardboard cup, and you were in such a good mood that you decided to take the long way home instead. You hadn’t had the chance to walk through the park by campus since the weather had changed, and this was your favorite time of year.

The beautiful red and orange and yellow of the leaves calmed you as you followed the path towards home, and the crunch of the fallen leaves beneath your boots gave you the urge to toss yourself into a pile like you were a kid again. The giddiness building inside you was something you hadn’t felt in a long time, and it felt damn good.

When you passed a couple holding hands on your left, your thoughts wandered to Bucky. The skip of your heart was also something you hadn’t felt in a long time. It was just your luck that these feelings would be sprung on you for someone who was essentially unattainable. Not only was he god knows how many years older than you, he was a close friend of your mentor for the last six years, and he essentially held your future in his hands.

It was like you were a magnet for fucking things up, but you couldn’t help the warmth that spread through you when you remembered the brush of his fingertips against yours or his demanding presence in Beth’s small office.

You were like a love sick teenager, something you told yourself you would never be, even when you actually were a teenager. This felt forgein and exciting and you desperately needed to rein yourself in before you did something stupid.

The rest of the walk home you pushed all thoughts away and simply existed. For the first time in almost two decades you were free from school - for good - and it felt like the weight of the world was lifted from your shoulders for the time being. Not ready to think about your next steps, or Bucky, or even anything past tonight, you strolled through the beautiful Boston autumn enjoying yourself, enjoying life.

“You fucking graduated!” Wanda and Natasha both cheered, nearly drained glasses raised in the air. You came home to your roommates with an already mixed pitcher of god knows what and they were looking to celebrate.

They crowded you as soon as you had set your bag down, pulling you into a tight group hug, Wanda smattering congratulatory kisses all over your face. At Nat’s slight pout, she cupped her girlfriend’s face in her hands before giving her the same treatment, causing all three of us to break out into a fit of giggles.

Those excited giggles quickly turned to tipsy ones as the three of you drained the pitcher and Nat went to make another. When she came back with three more full glasses, you decided to tell them the big news about Bucky - about him reading your book anyways.

“I don’t know guys, I’m nervous. I know I’ve been meeting with Beth for years, but this is completely different. It’s, like, the real deal. And he wants to meet me for coffee or lunch or something, but I don’t know if I’ll even text him.”

Their eyes nearly bulged out of their head at that.

“What do you mean you don’t know if you’ll text him? You have to do it now!” Wanda nearly shrieked. When she saw you about to protest, he cut you off before you could even begin to speak. “I’m serious, you can’t pass up an opportunity like this. Text him now!”

You contemplated it for a second, and the alcohol gave you enough courage to pull his business card from your pocket and type out a message, but not enough to actually send it. You were still narrowing your eyes at the screen as if the words had somehow offended you when Nat snatched it from your grip and hit send before you even knew what was happening.

Yelping, you grabbed it back from her, sending her the best glare you could muster, though the satisfied smirk on her face had it fizzling into giggles once again. Not wanting to work yourself up over it, you tossed your phone beside you and gave your full attention back to the girls who were now asking you more personal questions about Bucky.

“You all don’t even understand, I almost melted under this guy’s touch, he is ridiculously hot. And he’s older, you know how I feel about older guys. It’s a wonder I didn’t just get on my knees right there. God, I don’t know what I’m going to do when I see him again. I felt like I had literally never interacted with a man before, that’s how much he floored me.”

“Oh he floored you, did he?” Nat said with a suggestive raise of her eyebrows. The three of you burst out laughing as you all continued to talk about how attractive he was and how you thought lunch would go.

You were so caught up in celebrating that you didn’t realize you had accidentally called Bucky when you grabbed your phone from Natasha, and the entire conversation was now saved in his voicemail.

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luvrlixie · 3 years ago

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KILLING ME SOFTLY

【REQUESTED】 - OKAY OKAY SJDBJSISH I WAS GONNA REQUEST A SKZ SEEING YOU IN THEIR CLOTHES OR SOMETHING BUT THEN I STARTED THINKING ABOUT BINNIE SEEING YOU IN SHORT SHORTS AND HIS SHIRT WHICH IS LIKE HUGE ON YOU (ALSO THIS MAN IS DEF A THIGH GUY) AND MY MAN GOES F E R A L. SO. YOU LET HIM RIDE YOUR THIGH <33333

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tags: changbin x gn! reader, soft dom reader, thigh riding/dry humping, very soft, exhibitionism????????? idk they aren't alone in the dorm but no one walks in. not a lot of smut sorry y'all </3 mostly just sappy emotions.. but still nsfw... lit rally wrote at 4am and don't feel like editing lmaoo

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"seriously binnie! if you're gonna spend so much money on clothes, you should at least wear them. you have so many cute sweaters and the fact that they're collecting dust in the back of your closet is a crime."

changbin sat up and peered over the back of the couch as you entered the room. he was ready to shoot back a snarky comment but his words died on his tongue as soon as he saw you.

you stopped by the studio to visit him earlier, where he and the rest of 3racha were working on a track for the next album. you hadn't planned on staying long since you knew your boyfriend would be busy. but about 20 minutes after showing up chan was ushering everyone else out of the room, claiming that he had everything he needed from the other boys for now and that they both deserved a night off. any worries you or changbin might have had about chan overworking himself were immediately replaced by the realization that the two of you would finally have some time alone.

and that brought you to where you were now. standing in front of a blushing boy, wearing shorts and a long shirt of his that completely hid said shorts. you had decided to change after your boyfriend proposed that you spend the night. (at the time he was excited for movies and cuddles, but now it was an offer that he was starting to regret as he could already feel himself growing hard). the shirt you wore was one that changbin never put on due to it's size, he didn't think the whole oversized clothes style was really his thing.

but holy fuck it was yours.

"you uh- you look good."

changbin swallowed and you squinted. he was always a sucker for you wearing his clothes, but it was still odd for him to be turning so red just from seeing you in an shirt of his. luckily it didn't take long for you to notice the way his eyes wouldn't meet yours since they were focused on a different part of your body. you couldn't help but let out a little giggle. seeing you in his clothes might make him weak, but his biggest weakness was your thighs. he'd never exactly talked about your thighs in particular, but it was something that you had picked up on as your relationship progressed. you couldn't help but notice how changbin was always making sure to leave little marks on the inside of your thighs, and would jump at the chance to lay between them when he got sleepy, and how he would often pull out just in time to paint your thighs with his cum.

"like what you see?" you asked playfully as you took a few steps forward so you were standing in front of him.

"like what i- fuck yes... you're gonna be the death of me y/n."

you hummed in amusement, loving the affected you had on your boyfriend, and tangled a hand in his hair so you could guide him forward and let him press kisses on your thighs.

"mm seriously, on my gravestone it's gonna say your name after cause of death" changbin breathed out as he happily trailed his lips over your skin.

"that makes it sound like I murdered you, I'm not a fan of that"

you stood there for a few more minutes. finally moving away once you sensed that changbin was growing impatient. although you loved making your boyfriend beg, now was not that time for that. even though you moved to sit down next to him, changbin whined when you stepped away. knowing you, the poor boy was worried that you were gonna make him suffer through the whole movie with a boner. however, you had much different plans in mind for tonight.

with a smile, you slid a hand between his legs. "such a pretty noise, that little whine. wanna make it again for me?"

changbin's mouth went dry, he opened it to say something but nothing would come out. how were you always able to make him speechless? he did want to make that noise for you again. he wanted you to coo over how cute he sounded, but not here. not in the living room with minho still tucked away in his room, and with hyunjin and seungmin who were expected back at any minute.

"please, please let's go to my room. I need you."

you shook your head and started palming at chnagbin's crotch through his sweatpants, making his body go slack. "shh baby it's okay, calm down. I was just gonna let you grind against my thigh, let you get off like that. we'll be fully clothed so if anyone walks in it'll be pretty easy to play it off as cuddling or a makeout session."

that seemed to be all the reassurance that changbin needed. the way you were touching him paired with your soft voice was making his head spin. all he was focused on now was making you happy and chasing his orgasm. not even a second went by until he was moving onto your lap so he was facing you and straddling one of your legs.

"there you go! good boy."

you helped him settle into a comfortable position and pulled him close so his chest was pressed against yours and his face was buried in your neck. as changbin started to move his hips, you continued whispering words of encouragement and gentle praises since you could feel how tense he had gotten. changbin hadn't exactly done this before. and although the whole thing seemed rather self explanatory and he had gotten off by rutting against a pillow multiple times, he felt a bit self conscious with you watching his every move.

"It's okay bunny, there's no right or wrong way to do this. just whatever feels good." you whispered soothingly into his ear, catching the nervous look in his eyes and the way his movements kept faltering.

it was silly of him to be nervous, he realized. the safest he had ever felt was with you, and over the course of your relationship you had both tried out plenty of new things together (both in and out of the bedroom). thigh riding? this was nothing, you had certainly seen him in much more embarassing situations. so changbin nodded and finally started settling into a steady pace, trusting your words entirely.

every drag of his cock elicited a soft ah sound from the dark haired boy. luckily, you didn't have to worry about him being too loud. he was vocal and made plenty of noise, but always quiet whimpers and soft choruses of "oh"s. you could get him to be loud if you wanted to, you knew how. for now the tiny noises he was making was more than enough to satisfy you as you played with his hair and peppered his forehead with kisses. "there you go bun, bet it feels so good huh?" as you spoke you pressed your leg upwards, applying extra pressure to the whimpering boy's cock. the gasp he let out made your eyes widen in entertainment and you repeated the action, taking pleasure in how he squirmed everytime. "keep going little slut, don't slow down. doesn't my bunny wanna make a pretty mess for me?"

"m-more'" changbin panted.

normally you'd chastise him for not saying please. but right now you honestly couldn't care less. you just wanted your boyfriend to feel loved. wanted him to be as proud of himself as you are of him. so you smiled and pressed your leg up again, hands gripping onto his hips so that you can help guide his movements. "that song you were working on when I visited sounded so good. I know you've been working so hard on it. you're so talented baby, so amazing." changbin let out a sort of strangled noise and tightened his arms around you, pulling himself as close to you as he could get. the absence of words didn't bother you. sometimes changbin babbled on and on while you ruined him, telling you how good he felt and how much he loved you. while other times he just clings onto you, settling on a variety of whines to communicate. both were good.

as the familiar tightness grew in changbin's body, he focused on following the push and pull of your arms. if it wasn't for you guiding him he would have entirely lost his rhythm. knowing that your boyfriend was getting close, you started bouncing your leg and kneading his ass with one hand.

"changbin.. binnie, hey. c'mon let me see your face" you softly prodded, waiting for him to pull back. when he did, your heart squeezed in your chest.

he was so beautiful.

his lips were parted and his bottom lip was glossy and red from biting down on it too hard. his hair was sticking out in a few places, and his eyes were so full of pleasure. you could tell from the glassy look that changbin wasn't entirely present, his thoughts were elsewhere.

"m'gonna..." changbin slurred, hips twitching and back arching. you caught on immediately and softly grabbed his chin to make sure he didn't hide his face again, you always loved to see his face screw up as he comes. this time was no different.

"good boy, good boy let it all out for me"

you helped him ride out his orgasm and leaned forward to kiss him. not even caring that the kiss was messy and mostly just teeth since changbin was panting far too heavily to give you a proper kiss. when changbin's orgasm had finished washing through his body, you let him crash back into your chest. as you waited for him to catch his breath you rubbed his back and buried your face in his hair, giving him time to compose himself before talking.

"I love you binnie"

"..love you too y/n ... but seriously you're way too hot ... gonna die from sexiness overload"

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buckyhoney-library · 4 years ago

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volume control, b.b

A/N: Hope all is well, please give me feedback about what you think about this one, I had a lot of fun writing this one!

Request: Hi, I'm not sure if your taking requests right now. But if you are, could you do a Bucky x reader smut where the reader loses her voice so Bucky tries to see how loud she can get in bed without her voice? Thank you. You're an amazing writer.

Warnings: language, 18+, overstimulation, oral (fem rec), fingering, praise kink, unprotected sex (no glove, no love)

Word Count: 2.8k

Your POV

The warm ginger flavored tea cooled the burning sensation of my throat. It seemed to be the only thing that I had tried that had calmed the feeling. Laryngitis had made an appearance this week, completely wrecking the use of my voice. Every time I tried to speak; I sound like a boy going through puberty.

The last couple of days had the worst in terms of soreness- luckily that part is over. All that seems to be left of the illness is the voice cracks and inability to talk about a whisper. It has become more annoying than anything.

Every time respond to Bucky, you could see the amount of self-control it was taking not to laugh or make a joke about the croaking.

Dressed in only black spandex and a t-shirt, I pulled myself off the couch with my empty mug in hand. The couch seemed to be my home for the past week. I had called out of work for the week. Knowing that trying to talk to clients while sounding like a pubescent boy wouldn’t be very professional.

Calling out of work had proven to be more beneficial in more ways than one. It allowed more time to be able to spend more time with my moody boyfriend and catching up on shows that I had been putting off.

Bucky called off his avengers’ duties this week and took care of me while I wrestled with the illness. Trading in his weapons for running to the store to grab more boxes of tea, throat lozenges, and a variety of ramen.

“How many of those have you been though?” Bucky questions walking past me pouring the hot water in my mug.

I pulled out a fresh box, ripping the cardboard lid open. It really did seem like we tried everything to relieve the pain. Spoons of honey, throat lozenges, saltwater, nothing helped other than tea. This means I have been drinking it like a madwoman.

“This is the second box since last night,” My voice cracking at the end. We’re making slight progress, the voice cracks getting further apart. I gesture to the bottle of honey; he grabs it from the counter handing it to me, shaking his head.

“You should probably slow down, you’re not gonna have enough for later.”

“That’s why I have you to get me more,” This time he doesn’t hold back on the laughs when he hears the faint cracks and strain. I turn back around in protest of his action, pretending to be upset at him.

In reality, it was hard to stay irritated with him when he laughs. The pureness of the sound and the smile that would take up his whole face never failed to make me smile.

He comes up from behind me, wrapping his arm around my torso. With his body pressing against mine, the coolness of the metal against my arms sent shivers down my spine. The hair on his chin tickling my shoulder, watching me as I finish pouring the honey.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be laughing, you’re not feeling good” He mumbles, his lips nipping at the base of my neck. Moving my neck to the side, granting him more access to it.

Bucky peppering kisses along my neck and shoulder. This action causing me to giggle and buck my hips against his and gripping the edge for the counter for support. A small breathy groan leaves his mouth when my hips made contact with his.

“I’m feeling fine now,” I manage to whisper without the croaking sound. He twists my waist, forcing my body to turn and face his. I look up at his blue eyes, they were darker than normal. His facial hair grown out a bit making him look softer and cuddlier.

“You sound better,” Bucky taunted, his voice had gotten lower and his eyes looking down at the gap between our bodies.

“Does it?” As soon as I thought my voice wasn’t going to crack, the words fall out cracked and broken. Ruining the seriousness of my tone.

Bucky rolls his lips in holding back a laugh.

“So good, baby,” Bucky slides his hands underneath the bottom of my shirt.

A breathy whine escaping my lips, feeling his cool hand along the sides of my hips. His eyebrows rose at the sound,

“You sound so sexy,” His tone lowered and his eyes piercing mine. I pressed my body to him, wrapping my bare arms around his neck. His lips connecting with mine and his arms pulling me tighter, trying to eliminate any and all space between us.

I can feel his bulge forming against my pelvis- all because of a moan.

Sinking into each other, our lips matching in rhythm and pace. A raspy yelp leaving my lips as I feel a harsh smack against my right ass cheek. Completely forgetting the only thing separating it was thin spandex- Bucky’s favorite article of clothing. He says it is one of his favorite things that we have created.

He liked the way it made my ass jiggle and moved with whenever I took a step. He especially went crazy when they’re rid up when I’d grab something from the top shelf in the kitchen, exposing the bottoms of my ass. He never failed to smack it, sometimes leaving his handprint through the fabric.

Bucky’s flesh hand grabbing a fist full of ass and jiggling it himself. His release of the flesh causing me to whine again.

The bulge that was currently trapped in his basketball shorts, started to throb. If only I could take it in my mouth and relieve all the pent-up pressure.

Bucky’s lips moved away from mine but kissing alongside my jawline and down my throat. His hands now gripping my hips preparing me to jump back onto the kitchen island. I jumped, allowing him to guide me onto the cold granite.

With his lips disconnecting from the side of my neck, his eyes peering into mine. It’s as if I could read his mind, knowing exactly what he wants. All I do is nod,

“I want to hear you moan, baby,” His hands teasing the waistband of the spandex. Dipping his fingers inside, but not going far. The feeling making my cunt moisten.

Bucky’s true talent was his ability to tease. He was never in a rush, always took his time making sure that I was dripping before even daring to pull his dick out. It was like he got off on that the sight of the arousal dripping down the sides of my cunt.

“I want to see if you can still get loud,” My breath hitches, and my core tightening. My chest rises and falls heavier at the thought.

As vocal as I am in bed, Bucky never put to the test how loud I could go. He was always satisfied with how vocal I ended being. What he loved, even more, was seeing me struggle to keep quiet. Teasing my clit with his fingers till I couldn’t help but moan.

Bucky’s fingers starting in slow circles, watching me twitch and shudder. He’d dip his fingers inside gathering all the juices and using it to add pleasure. He’d moan at the sight of how visibly hard it was for me to stay silent. Some nights, he’d give me a towel or blanket to bite down on. Other nights, he’d want to see me struggle and wouldn’t give me anything to help.

The moment I would make even the tiniest of whimpers, the pleasure would be ripped from me and I would be left not being able to cum till I could prove I could do it.

Those nights he was ruthless. Edging me till I was in tears.

Every time he’d pull away, making it almost painful to stay quiet the next time.

I spread my legs giving him access to the place that was about to cause me a great deal of regret. His fingers slide inside the waistband of the shorts, bucking my hips at the contact. His fingers quickly being removed before they touched my clit.

“You fucking tease,” My voice was barely audible, his lips curl into a devilish smirk. Without any sort of permission, I removed my shirt. My breast dropped and Bucky’s eyes flickered to my bare chest, lighting up instantly. My nipples already hardening at exposure to the cold air.

Within seconds, Bucky taking one in his mouth and his hand squeezing and kneading the other harshly. Eagerly tugging on my nipple with his teeth and soothing it with his tongue. I whimpered with every tug. I could see the smile on his face when I looked down.

I wrapped my arms loosely around his head, keeping him focused on my breast. The only movement being when he’d move off the other giving attention to it. The nipping and tugging making my cunt completely soaked. I could feel it soaking through the spandex. The harsh treatment towards my breasts making the ache between my legs so strong, I thought Bucky could feel it.

Bucky took his time giving each breast a moment to be assaulted, leaving them both sore. I silently prayed that my cunt was next.

Bucky pulled away from my breasts, removing his shirt. The sight of his abdomen and dog tags, causing my pussy to throb a little harder. He places lips on my collarbone, slowly laying back on the counter and shoving the opened mail and assignment files on the floor.

The combination of the cold granite and his hand made my back arch. He placed small kisses down my stomach till he got to my naval- that’s when he started to drag his tongue down till he got to the band of my spandex. I hold my breath as he removes my shorts, finally exposing my slick cunt.

I pushed my hips into the counter motioning the need for something to relieve the throbbing.

“So pretty, baby…” Bucky murmurs sliding his middle finger down the sopping wet folds, teasing my entrance. His finger only sliding into the first knuckle, he still standing while he does so. A scratchy moan getting past my lips.

“Yes, baby, I want to hear you.” Without warning he inserts two fingers and curling them, hitting the spongey tissue. My walls start contracting.

My throat tensing as I unexpectedly whine at the feeling.

“Good girl, I know you can get louder.” Bucky eyes not leaving mine, I am now propped on my elbows and grinding my hips into his fingers. He adds his metal thumb to my clit, rubbing the bud at an agonizingly slow pace. Bucky removed his fingers from my cunt, bringing them to my lips.

I open my lips enough for his fingers to enter. I sucked the clean, tasting myself. The saliva from my mouth being used as lubrication before he slid them back inside. The circles around my clit become faster. Our eyes met and his pace quickened. My jaw-dropping from the pure pleasure of his fingers. His mouth dropping with mine and his eyes darkened as he watched my body start to jerk.

A string of curses left my mouth and my vocal cords struggling to get any sound out.

“You’re doing so good” I laid back down, feeling my limbs fall weak to the feeling of my orgasm approaching. The soreness of my throat getting tighter, but not caring.

Bucky crouched down coming eye to eye with my cunt, still fingering fucking my entrance. His thumb left my clit, but it was replaced with his lips. His tongue swirling around the bud. His facial hair scratching the sides of my legs adding more sensation down there. His fingers haven’t stopped, if anything they had gotten faster.

My eyes rolling back, not being able to properly keep them open. I groaned and gasped at the fast-approaching orgasm. There was no denying that this would wreck my voice even more than it was before, but the feeling of his tongue and fingers making the future pain bearable.

“Fuck!” I went into pure ecstasy. I jerked my hips towards his mouth, my lower half becoming incredibly sensitive. Bucky doesn’t even seem to notice my body twitching. I gripped the kitchen towel beside me,

“Bucky, I-“ I was interrupted by his fingers curling again hurling me over the edge. My throat tensing again, it felt like it was bleeding inside.

Bucky continues to attack my cunt with his tongue. His fingers leave my hole and join his other hand holding my hips down. I didn’t know how much more of the pleasure I could take.

“Such a good girl, you taste so good.” His voice muffled against my throbbing pussy as he licks the rest of the arousal up. I manage to prop myself up again, our eyes meeting again.

His mouth glistening from my juices. His eyes don’t break eye contact, staring at me as a string of spit drips onto my clit. I watched in awe of him, he licks it up flicking my cunt one last time. My body has cooled down from the brutal assault.

“You’re doing so well, princess.” He brought himself up, I see the wet spot against his briefs. He was soaked through with precum. The tip was red and swollen, looking like it was going to burst with only a few strokes.

“But I know you can do better,” I sit up completely and watch as he frees his dick. It’s glistening with his liquid, reach to take hold of it in my hand. Bucky stops my hand from doing so, guiding it around his neck. Bucky gives his cock a few strokes, before sliding it up and down my folds.

His cock twitching against them.

The harsh usage of my voice was starting to affect my ability to even get any sound out at all.

Bucky pushes slowly into me and in return, I clawed at his back. Our bodies have no room in between us anymore, my forehead pressed against his shoulder. His pace quickening. His cock stretching my walls and filling my cunt. The size of him never fails to amaze me.

With all I might, I managed to croak out a shocking volume:

“Faster, please Bucky,” He whined at the sound of my raspy plead.

His thrusts turning into pure pounding at this point. His arms tightly wrapped around my torso. With the support around my back, my head falls back at the feeling of his cock ramming into me.

“You’re doing so good taking my dick,” He peppers kisses around my throat and collarbone.

My nails digging into his skin.

My moans are loud, and the pain of my throat was masked by the intense pleasure building in my stomach. I couldn’t even think with his cock inside me. My orgasm building as his pace becomes inconsistent. He was close as well.

I was surprised he lasted this long considering how he went in, already wanting to cum. All that was coming out of my mouth were a mix of curses and moans. His eyes lighting up with every sound that fell from my lips.

“I don’t how much more I can take,” My voice was in shreds, it was painful trying to speak at this point, but I couldn’t conceal them anymore. Not with his current speed and power.

“Cum all over this dick,” With his approval, my walls start pulsating and my forehead falls back against his shoulder. I watched his dick disappear inside me while I cried in pleasure, my legs quivering at the intense pleasure.

Tears welling as the pain in my throat was becoming too much. Bucky powered through my orgasm, before his cock twitching inside me. His load bursting inside me. Bucky holds us in the same position while we are recovering from our highs. My pussy is milking every last drop of him, whimpering one last time as he pulls out.

My breathing still heavy and the piercing pain in the back of my mouth becoming more prominent. I lay back against the counter, catching my breath.

“You got so loud, baby, I’m so proud of you,” Bucky coos while grabbing the kitchen towel that I was previously using as a grip.

He glides the fabric against my cunt, whipping away his cum that was leaking out of me. I twitch with the contact with my clit. He takes my hands and pulls me back up to meet his eyes. I try to speak but wince at the pain shooting through my throat like daggers. His face instantly filling with worry.

“I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have- “He begins to panic, but I grab his wrists,

“It’s okay,” The only volume I could speak in being below a whisper. I hop off the table picking up my discarded clothes, sliding them back on. I bend down, picking up his briefs, and hand them to him.

“It was worth it,” I chuckle. He takes the briefs from me and looks at the abandoned mug.

“I’ll just have to get you more,”

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