idk if you like edits but i saw this and THE START?? MY VISION WENT BLANK AS SOON AS I HEARD IT???? IMMEDIATELY thought to scream at u about it I'm. truly feeling sick.
definetly don't look at the comments specially the "he the type to guide you through it" followed by "yeah, there you go" im typing this from my deathbed bestie I'm not gonna make it
WHAT DID HE SAAAAAY-
that’s wild ajsjshs i cant imagine what context that came up in-
i want daryl to patch me up after i get hurt so bad </3 sob him so protective but also grumpy with you for being reckless but also soft ugh
puhLEASE. this is a need not a want
"gimme 'yer hand, girl." daryl sighs in his descent onto the lawn chair, extending a dirtied, open palm.
you oblige, sniffing with the effort. "please, be gentle."
"i ain't gon' hurt ya' more than ya' already fuckin' hurt yerself." he grunts, turning the appendage around to get a good look at it. "what got put in that tiny mind of 'yers to be so stupid?"
"i was just tryin' to open one of those stupid cans, and my hand slipped."
he glances up at you, eyes clouded with uninterpretable emotion. "knew i shouldn't of let you run off on your own like that," he grumbles, pressing his thumb against the slight gash in your forearm.
"ow!" you go to pull away, scowling at the action.
"keep still, y'hear me?" he anchors you back in place. "when i tell you to stay still, you stay still. i went to get you water."
"i was hungry too." he releases your hand, to, you presume, get some proper bandages.
"tell me that next time, won't ya? can't have you walkin' around here with a bleeding arm, 'cause 'yer head's too far gone to fuckin' think right."
you nod, rubbing away fallen tears with the back of your unwounded hand. he catches the action, however, before he turns his back, and with another low sigh he's stalking back.
"just be careful, 'ya hear? i can' t have you gettin' hurt 'round here. not now." he pinches at your chin, forcing your gaze upward.
daryl dixon finds himself going soft for you, and it terrifies him.
suddenly he's going out of his way to grab you a very specific brand of chocolate bar because you mentioned they were your favourite in passing the night before.
suddenly he's giving you the bigger piece of food even though he needs it more since you all depend on him to survive. you try to say no, but he scowls at you and orders you to eat.
suddenly he's become the guy he used to laugh at, the guy his brother would mock and beat up just for being a "pussy". kissing his girl on the forehead and letting her braid his hair (it doesn't last long before he undoes them but u appreciate the effort anyway), giving her his extra pair of socks when her feet are cold, and telling her about some of the shit he's been through, his thoughts and fears, shit he never thought he'd share with anyone else.
suddenly he's looking the person he's fucking in the eye, whispering sweet nothings and i love yous right against your lips, letting you take off his shirt and run your fingertips gently over the scarred skin of his back.
and of course he's scared of you dying, but more shockingly, suddenly he's afraid of dying himself. suddenly he has something, someone, worth living for. someone who makes everyday a little bit brighter even when it feels like shit couldn't get worse. suddenly he wants to live, not just survive, and he wants to do it with you.
daryl dixon finds himself going soft for you, and it terrifies him, but it also makes him feel like a very lucky man.
reader who’s a kind, exhausted girl barely surviving that daryl and aaron find in the woods and bring back to live in alexandria 🥺 him rescuing her 😩
plsplspls she's literally so tired but also so so scared, so when she runs into them she's just a shaking ball of nerves waving an old baseball bat around, dirt and tears streaking her face :') and daryl is instantly like "easy. easy, girl" like he's talking to a fucking horse and he notices her knees are bruised and there's a cut on her forearm and on her forehead right above her eye and he literally has to talk her down because she's so spooked :') "put the bat down, honey" (would he say that? idk but im saying yes because I want it) "we got a camp down that way," we haves his bow towards it but keeps his eyes on her, "we can patch you up, get some food in you." soB
maybe rick + daryl dating a crybaby!reader who constantly wants their attention on her and gets upset when it’s not?🤍🤍
"Whats'a matter with her?" Daryl asks Rick as he sees your form sitting on the porch, knees to your chest and a pronounced pout on your face. Rick only spares you a glance before going back to what he's doing
"I had the nerve to get busy with somethin' that isn't her," he says dryly, used to your dramatics by now. Daryl grunts in acknowledgement.
He goes out to join you, standing by the door to light a cigarette, his eyes on you the whole time. You stubbornly ignore his presence, as he'd expected you to.
"Gonna mope a while longer, sweetheart? Cause I can leave ya to it."
The threat of him leaving gets your gaze snapping to him quickly, a needy quirk in your brow. Still, you don't drop your pout.
"Barely seen 'im all day. You either." You gripe. He huffs, moving to sit next to you on the porch swing as he lets out a lungful of smoke.
"Here now, ain't I?" You only scowl at him, and his face softens marginally. He lifts the arm closest to you, inviting you to lean into his side with a muttered "c'mere." You comply, only somewhat begrudgingly.
"Bet Rick'll give you all the attention y'want tonight to make up for it" Daryl implies, thumb rubbing tender circles on the skin of your shoulder. You hum, smiling faintly.
BRIDGERTON APPRECIATION WEEK 2022 · day 1: favorite character
MISS EDWINA SHARMA — (…) That is not to say I do not have a mind of my own. I have found that one may easily remain agreeable when one also has inner resources. I myself am fortunate to have found a love of literature, but also of learning as well. It is why I am quite content in different circumstances. Fulfilled even, in all my varied interests and employments, you see.
Tune in to witness Shane Madej and Ryan “the people’s lister” Bergara of @wearewatcher discussing their top five poorest, littlest, meow-est (?) meows. Stay to be dumbfounded (or not!) by #1 on Coppy’s flirty little list.
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PAIRING. (very scummy) frat!bakusquad boys x fem!reader
LENGTH. 19.8k words (ao3 link)
GENRE. nsfw, aged up characters (20+)
EXTRA. art by @/crikeygatormate !! <3
CONTENT. gangbang, bukkake, virginity kink, corruption kink, sexual coercion + manipulation, very dubcon, tagging noncon just in case, power imbalance, intoxication, exhibitionism, creampie, noncon creampie, dacryphilia, double penetration (one hole & two), cum eating, cumplay, oral (m & f receiving), stomach bulge, spit kink, impact play (choking, slapping, biting), objectification, teasing (+ bullying), degradation kink, humiliation, praise kink, breeding kink, multiple orgasms, noncon recording
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[part 1]
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | hopper tries to avoid you, but fails. you tease him to his breaking point.
𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 | jim hopper x fem!reader
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | smut— unprotected sex, large age gap, size kink, power dynamic.
𝐰𝐜 | 3k+
𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 | as requested, here is part two. i hope it doesn’t disappoint. also, this can be read w/out having read part 1.
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「 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝 」
Jim Hopper was set on avoiding you after that night, but that proved to be a lot harder than expected. He cursed himself out when he had arrived home. How the fuck could he have let himself act on his perverted fantasies? He worked with your dad for fucks sake!
And still, you had consumed his every thought he had. He couldn’t stop thinking about you. About the way your lips parted when his hands grabbed your exposed skin. The way you moved slowly on top of him. The soft noises you made…
Jim shook his head, trying to focus back on the paperwork sprawled out across his desk.
“Hi, dad.” He heard a far-too-familiar voice say down the hall.
Speak of the devil.
He got up to close his door but you were too fast for him.
“Hi, Chief,” you said, a smile creeping onto your lips.
Hopper held the door in his hand, avoiding your eyes.
“Need something, kid?”
You rolled your eyes. “Just wanted to see you.”
“Jesus, will you keep your voice down!” Hopper yell-whispered.
He looked down the hall and then yanked you into his office. You gasped as he pushed you against the wall. “Why are you doing this to me?” He growled.
“Doing what?! I just came to drop off my dad’s lunch!”
He released his grip on you and walked angrily to his desk. He shouldn’t be acting like this. Of course he was going to run into you. You often showed up at the station to visit your dad. It was inevitable.
He huffed as he sat down, staring at you while he contemplated his next words. You stood with your arms by your side, gulping under his trapping gaze.
“Listen. I’m sorry about…” he almost could say it, “the other night. I shouldn’t have… We shouldn’t have… I didn’t mean to—“
You cut him off. “Yeah, yeah. I get it.” You spoke in an absentminded way like you were repeating something from a movie script. “It was a mistake. You regret it. You don’t want me to mention it to anyone, even my friends. Blah, blah, blah. I got it.” You crossed your arms, a bit annoyed. Had Hopper really regretted being with you? Were you just the first warm body available to him that night?
“Alright then,” he said, not completely convinced. You pursed your lips and nodded awkwardly. “You can go back to your dad now, sorry for pulling you in here.” He looked down at his desk, pretending to write on the sheets in front of him, a bit embarrassed.
You turned to leave, but before you made it past the corner, you couldn’t help but ask, “Was it really that bad?” Your voice was rather small, a bit embarrassed now by this whole ordeal.
Hopper looked up at you and scratched the back of his neck. “No! I mean, no,” he corrected. “It was good, great really,” he mumbled.
You smirked. So now you knew–Hopper enjoyed himself, it was the relationship you had with him that was the problem. Because you were the daughter of his friend. And that you were so much younger.
Hopper regretted admitting that to you the second it left his lips.
He watched your lips curve into a smile and he felt his heartbeat quicken ever so slightly. He didn’t look away as you lingered in the doorway before walking back down the hall, using your hand to flip your skirt up as you went, giving Hopper a quick view of your panties.
His leg jerked and slammed it against his desk making him curse under his breath. He shut his eyes and let out a breath in fury.
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The next time he saw you was when he got a call down near the arcade. As he was walking away from the drunk man being shoved in the back of Callahan’s car, he saw you through the arcade window. His eyes traced along with your slim jeans and fitting shirt. You were laughing at something one of your friends said when you turned and met Hopper’s eyes in the lot. When he realized you saw him, he tried to get back to his truck as quickly as he could. Like before, you beat him to it–he thought about how you really should join the track team.
You told your friends you’d be right back and made your way out into the evening air. In record time, you met Hopper at the side of his truck. He towered over you, looking down angrily as you blocked his access to the driver’s side door. He decided to take a disinterested approach. “What?” His voice sounded bitter.
“Want to join me?” You asked sweetly, motioning behind you.
“To the arcade? Yeah, no thanks. I have shit to do.”
You moved, blocking him as he tried to reach for his door handle. “I guess we could go back to your place then.”
His eyes widened, checking to make sure no one was close enough to hear your conversation. “I know you want to…” you let your voice linger off, looking up at him with doe-eyes.
He huffed in an unsteady breath, clearly blowing his nonchalant cover. You were affecting him.
You stepped into him and smiled when Hopper didn’t move back. “I know you’ve been thinking about me. You can’t avoid me forever.”
He wanted to say something back, but he thought it was best to not engage with you. You wanted him to slam you against his truck and take you right there and so did he. You would just have to break him. You turned to leave, but your hand grabbed his crotch before you did, making Jim jump. And then you were off, heading back into the arcade.
Hopper hurried into his truck before anyone could spot his growing erection.
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You peered out of your bedroom window and saw Hopper’s truck creep along the edge of your lawn. You raised an eyebrow as you watched the tall man step out of his vehicle and approach your front door.
You left your spot behind your window shades and ran down the stairs. Hopper’s knuckles rapped at the door and you hesitantly opened it.
“Hopper?” You asked, the brooding man towering above you in the doorway.
His gaze shifted away from you and lingered in the empty hall behind you. “Your dad told me to come check on you.”
You laughed, “Jesus, he’ll be home tonight. What does he think is going to happen within the whole 24 hours he’s been gone?”
Hopper didn’t mirror your amusement. He looked down and noticed for the first time your lack of clothing, clearly you were not expecting any visitors. He gulped and fixed his eyes back on the void behind you.
You mentally rolled your eyes at Jim’s seriousness. “Did you want to come in? Make sure there’s no murderer hiding in the closet.”
You lazily walked away and headed back up the stairs, leaving Hopper to close the door in the entryway.
You could hear his loud boots on the floor below you as you lay in your bed, flipping aimlessly through a magazine. You knew he’d walk past your open door eventually, you just didn’t know when.
After being in the house for less than a minute, a dark shadow appeared under your doorframe.
“So you’re all set here then?”
You looked up at him and pushed yourself onto your knees.
“Yup.” You responded, letting the ‘p’ pop off your tongue.
Jim hovered for a moment before nodding and leaving. You rolled your eyes for real this time.
“Actually,” you began. Hopper appeared back in his spot a bit too eagerly, one hand resting on your door handle. “My record player hasn’t been working. Would you take a look at it?”
He shook his head, “I’m just here to calm your paranoid father, not to act as your repair man.”
“Please,” you begged.
Hopper knew he should have just left, but his legs had a mind of their own as he walked into your bedroom. You pointed to the player by your closet and Hopper began examining it. You got up, making your way beside him as he worked. He tried to increase the space between the two of you. “Oh, Jesus. It’s just unplugged,” he said annoyed. You made a faux-shocked face.
He began to lean over before you stopped him. “It’s alright, I got it.” You got on to your knees and reached for the plug buried between the bureau it sat on and the wall. As you leaned in further, your fingertips just brushed along the plug. Your ass had been propped straight into the air. You took your time, fumbling with the plug as you tried to plug it back in.
When you stood back up, you smiled in success as Hopper’s eyes had gone dark while he locked on to your body. “Hop–” You began but were cut off by his large hands grabbing your hips and pulling you forcefully into him, his lips smashing against yours. You melted into his touch, your legs going limp beneath you. You gasped for breath as Hopper pulled away. “This is what you wanted, right?” He demanded. “Wanted to push me to the edge? Wanted to torture me? Hm?” His voice boomed in your small room.
Your cheeks were red as he held you. When you didn’t answer, Hopper spun you both around and shoved you back onto your bed. You collided with the mattress in a yelp and were soon covered by Jim’s body. He began placing kisses on your neck and exposed collar bone, making your eyes flutter. “You’re gonna be the death of me,” he mumbled into your skin.
His hands slid down your sides and pushed your tanktop up and slid them beneath the fabric. His palms were on your breasts, thanking the gods for your lack of bra.
As his hands kneaded, he continued to kiss along your jaw and neck. Hopper squeezed one of your nipples between his fingers and you audibly gasped. Your hips pushed up against his, desperately wanting to create friction.
“Such an eager girl.”
You nodded, Hopper’s hand making its way down to your PJ shorts. His hand slid under the waistband and he stroked along your underwear. You stifled a moan, his finger sliding between you. He could feel the moisture soak his finger pads.
You felt him harden on top of you, his body laid against yours. You leaned your head back as he pushed your underwear aside and began to tease your entrance. You moaned his name in frustration. He wanted to torture you back to show you what it was like, but he couldn’t get himself to do it. He hungrily wanted to hear you squeal and shake under him. His finger pushed into you, and just like before, it was enough to fill you. He closed his eyes for a moment, thinking about how small and tight you were. You groaned as he forced another finger in, your hips pressing against Hopper. He began to pump in and out slowly and your hands gripped his shoulders from the shock of how much his fingers stretched you out. He kissed your jaw by your ear and your eyes squeezed shut as you panted. His pace remained slow and you began to get frustrated. You just wanted him buried inside you.
“Hopper, please…” you begged.
“Want it that bad, huh?”
You bit your lip, nodding your head. His expression stiffened as he slid his fingers out and began to fumble with his pants. You mimicked him and tore your tank top off and slid your shorts and underwear down in one motion. Hopper didn’t have the patience to push his pants off all the way so he let them dangle at his ankles. He was back on you, between your legs, and you let your hands crawl to his chest, unbuttoning his shirt.
He looked at you a bit curious. He didn’t think you’d want him to take his shirt off, and he didn’t know exactly why. But you did. You pushed it off his shoulders and let your hands linger on his hot skin. You met his eyes, his pupils were blown. He couldn’t wait any longer, and frankly, neither could you.
Hopper rubbed his tip against your entrance, making you squirm. His eyes danced across your exposed body, your nipples still bright pink from when he pinched them. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” He hadn’t even realized he said it out loud until he saw the way your cheeks turned red. He thought that was cute–here he was, cock pressed against you, your body laid bare for him, and those words are what made you blush.
Without warning, he pushed into you, making you grab your bedsheets. You both groaned as he bottomed out, your walls being stretched to their limit. Hopper grumbled under his breath, saying something about how good you felt around him.
Even though you hadn’t adjusted to his size yet, you begged him to move, your thighs squeezing against his sides.
He obeyed and began to slide in and out of you. You gasped loudly, your nails digging into his back. “Do you need me to stop?” He asked, a bit concerned. A bit louder than you expected, you said no. “Please don’t,” you begged. Hopper kept his pace, his eyes relishing in the way you gasped and mewled beneath him, your senses completely overtaken by him.
You bucked your hips up, meeting Hopper’s thrusts. He swore loudly, his head resting in the crook of your neck. You could hear him growling in your ear as he slammed into you harder.
You couldn’t hold any noises back now and you let moans pool off your tongue left and right.
“Shit, the noises you’re making…” Hopper grunted, feeling himself edge closer hearing the way you reacted to him.
“Oh, God, Chief,” you cried.
Hopper pulled back to look at you, his expression somehow darker than earlier. You wanted to say something cheeky about his reaction to your name-calling, but all you could muster were pathetic whines.
Jim watched the way you bounced underneath him as he kept hitting deep inside of you. He felt your hips buck into his, edging him to go faster.
He did. He began slamming into you as fast as he could with as much force as he could. You yelped, your body being pushed back as he fucked into you. He pushed the few stuffed animals behind your head off your bed and grabbed onto your headboard, getting a better grip to fuck you.
You began to sob, your hands squeezing your bedsheets so hard you thought you might rip them.
Hopper’s deep and husky moans bounced off your walls as he got dangerously close. You couldn’t even move your hand down to rub yourself, thinking you’d be too overstimulated.
Your headboard slammed against your wall, you prayed it didn’t leave a hole. But even if it did, you would never tell Hopper to stop what he was doing.
“Hopper, I’m…” you tried to get out. Hopper swore loudly feeling your walls flutter around him. You mewled, feeling yourself reach your high. Your walls tightened around Hopper’s cock, basically squeezing an orgasm out of him. His voice was deep and full of swears as he came inside you. You felt his warm seed fill you up, your hips pushing up against him, wanting to have him spill as deep as he could into you.
Hopper’s hands came next to your head, his fingers grabbing onto your sheets as he supported himself while he kept pumping into you.
You groaned, your body shaking under him. Your head moved side to side in ecstasy, not being able to sit still.
Your name kept rolling off his tongue as he lazily slowed his pace, small spurts of liquid still being shot inside you.
When he came to a stop, he collapsed on top of you. You felt the warm liquid seep out of you with Hopper still inside you. Your body was still shaking from the high, your hair sprawled out behind you when you both heard a car door slam.
“Shit!” You both said in unison. Hopper pulled back to look at your face, your eyes wide in horror as your dad got out of his car.
Hopper pulled out of you and stumbled off your bed, shuffling for his shirt and pulling his pants up in a hurry. You followed close behind, digging for your shirt and shorts on your floor.
You both tripped around your room in a panic, trying to dress as fast as possible. Your dad opened the front door, calling out to you as he walked in. You yelled ‘hi’ back and looked at Hopper in panic.
“Is Hopper here? I saw his truck out front,” your dad asked as he made his way into the kitchen.
You ignored him and tried to straighten out your hair as you made your way to the staircase. Hopper was close behind, pulling on his shirt and fastening his belt.
You both made your way slowly down the steps when your dad walked back into the hall.
“Oh, you are here,” he said to Hopper.
Hopper cleared his throat, “Just checking on her like you asked.” His hand rested on the front door’s handle.
Your dad nodded at him, completely oblivious to the way both your faces were red and sweaty. Hopper’s shirt wasn’t fully tucked back into his pants but your dad didn’t seem to notice that either. “Stay for dinner,” he demanded before Jim could open the door.
“I really should get back–”
“I insist. It’s not every day the Chief makes an appearance in my home!”
You both gulped at one another as your dad lead the way into the kitchen. This was going to lead to a very awkward night.
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