#confined tv

[tvcore-productions]

Welcome to the Ramblings of A confined TV

How I’d describe myself is basically that my Bones/Folder are string mixed with silver and rose gold. And as you put it in a bead spinner but with random objects/aesthetichs/cores/trinkets

I’m basically a randomized interest of things I like and love (both different but ill put it in the bead spinner.)

My hook picks up Moths, Vintage objects like tear catchers, Breakcore, Cottagecore, Emos, Goths, bones, EIGENGRAU #16161D,  Mushrooms, Object-Heads, Retro, Wolves, Cats, Goose, Snakeys in sprinkles, gemstones, History books, Sharks, BLÅHAJ PLUSHIES, I have a lot of plushies, SPY X FAMILY, Lucid Dreaming, Splatoon Octo’s, Kadabra & Gengars(Ultra Favs) Eevee-(Sylveon) pins, noob and guest keychain.

I’d drink poison if it taste sweet

I am professionally diagnosed with ADHD-Combined. Love referring to my brain as dave, “Oh shit Dave we forgot our bag at home.”

Aha...Schools around the corner, That means school work, anxiety, maladaptive daydream, practicing to be bored, AND FRIENDS- oh yeah I get to be the one creating Mental health Pisters because their was Abelistic posters Yay!

MY SCHOOL HAD TO CHANGE THE SCHEDULE TO HAVE MATH EVERYDAY BECAUSE IT FALLOWED AMERICANS SCHOOL SYSTEM ! HAHEKIABAISBKS... I should get into coding clubs ^^

What you'll get is rambles & drawings of squirmles.

Story's half baked and will be updated a multitude amount of time with the [ MetroDemo Work In Progress.TVCore ] A game on the roblox platform, that's like Piggy with squirmles and Idols

Which is one of the things I'm baking right know, posted on Qoutev.

This is for fun so I don't see me wanting any critics unless asked for specifically ♡♡♡ Atleast in this ingredients and trying to set a goal for myself I atleast want to finnish making the story.

I do have an on and off hyperfixation for pokemon and I love low poly blender characters, their so pretty. Daydreams always have me in thought and I do like watching smg4 vids so I just need gmod and a script. And I can't use gmod so I'll just be making a script, and I'm not touch8ng blender because... I don't wanna

#hello new blog #confined tv #want to be feral #adhd #adhd dave #adhd combined #adhd-c #description of myself #this will be a ramble blog of big projects i made concept writing for #lucid dreamer #Qoutev #rambling introduction #2024 finnaly added a read block

[muppetbyers]

"the entire point of the cali gang road trip was finding el" yeah, finding el. lgbtq

#unfunny… #another post coming from scrolling the st tv tropes page. ur welcome #no but really wasnt the whole point of the road trip thing just to force will and mike into a confined space they had no escape from? #just so they could talk about their feelings. #was that… not the point of it??? #byler #mine

[charminglyantiquated]

I wanted to ask this on anon but I've decided not to be a coward. I know you do like submissions on the elsewhere account, but would you mind if someone wrote like a longform fic on like AO3 written from like the perspective of an Elsewhere student?

Ik you're okay with like submissions on the account itself, but I just wanted to make sure. I would have submitted on the Elsewhere account itself, but I didn't want it to be ooc.

Go for it! I believe Elsewhere U has been established on AO3 already as a fandom, you'd be in good company.

#which is always surreal to me. that elsewhere u exists beyond the confines of tumblr #i feel this way about it having a tv tropes page too. wild

[redrobin-detective]

I think one of my problems as an AU fanfic writer is that I have a hard time deviating from canon with my ‘soft AUs’. I can and do come up with all sorts of wild scenarios and spin out from there but I like keeping the facts of canon as close as possible.

I think of the constraints as a challenge, to tell a story within my self imposed limitations. If I change ONE thing, how will events change and in many cases the answer is, not much at all on a story level while I focus on the emotional. But as much as I have adhered to canon and my only personal beliefs, it does tend to make the story a little predictable, a bit boring.

#don't mind me #Ive been thinking what it is about TLWA and ARbaON that I just don't like #and I think its the concept of a soft AU in general #I like writing bc I do genuinely enjoy the challenge of making changes within the confines of canon #Izuku never meets AM that one time so what happens after #Tim meets Bats early and in a panic decides to keep his identity a secret #these don't affect larger canonical parts of the story in my very persnickity detail oriented mind #but when I reread them #idk it just feels boring #I try and make up for it with emotional weight and story telling and that has its moments #but actual storytelling? it suffers a bit #it can be done! I still think I&E holds up as a fun emotional/action story despite holding true to the tenats of both batman comic and YJ TV #Its something to consider as I move forward as a writer #anyway reread secret robin and its... not........ bad but man I could have done so much more with the concept #I already have a long mental list on what I would change if I were to rewrite TLWA

[luuney]

being an extrovert is so pathetic because what do you mean you’d rather stay at the front of the shop than sit in the break room alone during your lunch break and that everything you do is actually to curb this perpetual underlying sense of loneliness and isolation from others (it’s me i’m pathetic)

#please don’t banish me into the silent break room just because my lunch break isn’t over yet and legally i have to take it in full #yes i turn on the tv when i get home because the silence is lonely what about it #being lonely is for the weak #help i’m the weak #solidarity for all the extroverts who thought they were introverts until their introvert friends ejected them from the community #let me into your introvert circles please #i’m an extrovert because i need to be not because i want to be #i swear it’s just a phase i’ll grow out of it #it’s not a phase i just want to be where the people are #i tell myself solitary confinement is nothing but then i think about it and cry #send help #just keep me in your pocket forever and i’ll be okay #i will act upon my constant urge to chime in but you’ll still love me right? #wait do i like people or do i just like talking about myself #it’s past 3am i can’t be doing this not now

[astaldis]

Day 3 - Solitary Confinement

@whumptober-archive

from chapter 11 of Friends

Fandom: The Witcher (TV)

Words: 29,782 Chapters: 11/11

Whumpee: Cahir

In the complete darkness of the narrow wooden box, Cahir does not have any idea how much time has passed. By now, every part of his body hurts from the endless jolting and rumbling of the wagon's wheels over rocks and roots. The occasional breaks when it came to a halt for the animals drawing the vehicle to rest and the hawkers to eat have not helped much. He must have fallen asleep several times, too. Could have been for minutes only, or for hours, hard to tell. It can easily be evening now. Or is it the next day already? Not impossible. It is getting warmer and warmer inside the coffin. Perhaps, Cahir wonders, they are not in a dense forest anymore and the sun is shining onto the tarpaulin? He is sweating profusely from the excessive warmth, his thirst becoming increasingly unbearable, and the air feels used up, stuffy. With the cover still in place, there is hardly any circulation to refreshen it. Cahir's head has begun to ache from lack of fresh air. Or is it from dehydration? His lips and throat feel so parched, he could empty an entire lake. If he owned a kingdom, he would gladly give it away for a breath of cool wind and a glass of clean water. No wonder he was having dreams about the red desert again. However, this time, the princess was not alone in the desolate place. She was fettered, much like him, but tied onto a horse with several riders surrounding her. If they were real, perhaps the men will save the girl from dying in the heat, but what do they intend to do with her? They looked suspiciously like bandits, definitely not the kind of people Cahir would trust with his princess, and the ropes around her hands did not bode well. He prays to all the gods, Nilfgaardian and northern ones, that it will not be out of the - quite literal - frying pan and into the fire for her.

The wagon rumbles on and on and on for hours on end and Cahir feels more and more like trapped in a frying pan himself. It is getting hotter and hotter every minute. Or is he getting hotter? His thirst has become so maddening, he would probably claw or bite open his veins to drink his own blood if he could. His head hurts like seven hells, making him feel nauseous and dizzy, his dreams becoming increasingly abstruse. He does not remember much of them when he wakes up from yet another one, just an unsettling sense of dread and foreboding that is almost worse than his murderous thirst. Or is he not awake at all and this is one horribly long and confusing dream? But where did it start? And when will it end? Will it ever end?

His thoughts muddled from progressing dehydration, Cahir is only semi-aware when the wagon comes to another halt, the tarpaulin is removed and a few rays of light fall through the holes into his solitary lockup. Like through a dense fog he can hear muffled voices. One is louder than the others and commanding. A soldier? An officer? He seems angry. Then the coffin starts to move, making Cahir's stomach turn. The oblong box sways and wobbles as it is lifted off the wagon and dropped onto the ground with a thud. The sudden jolt tosses the back of Cahir's head against its bottom boards. He groans and blinks as tiny stars flitter across his vision. The jarring sound of wood breaking barely registers in his dazed mind. Then blazing daylight floods the coffin. Cahir squinches his eyes tightly shut against the onslaught of brightness.

"There he is, Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach, the bloody traitor, nicely bundled up. And still alive, it seems." 

Read the complete story with lots of Whump on Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49262185

#whumptober2023 #no.3 #no.21 #solitary confinement #the witcher tv #fic #cahir mawr dyffryn aep ceallach #the witcher s3 #the witcher fanfiction #cahir

[starpros-sunshine]

Also I have to confess when Eichi does the the "I've heard usually people do this and this" or anything in that vein as a statement it's so real to me

#speaking as someone who learned most of their way of existing from tv and movies ans audio books and audio dramas. #I wasn't confined to a hospital bed I was just very enamored with movies and TV shows and audio dramas #and never really interested in interacting with other kids #and I'm an only child #and my social life began around this winter when people started celebrating their birthdays and inviting me and hanging out and inviting me #before that I never did anything with my friend acquaintances #We're too close to be acquaintances but i don't like labeling people as friends it puts an obligation on the relationship #there's one of them i genuinely consider a friend but we mostly talk about our interests and that's where it stops #she's the only one I talk with outside of the shared WhatsApp chat and ever since her number one friend found another number one friend #We've started talking more because what else am I supposed to do #it's nice. I'm a tea drinker now. #somewhat #in movies they always have bigger friend groups but i cant manage that many relationships at once #so it's better if I reserve the term friend for people who I actually talk to outside of certain contexts #but yeah it's so interesting when life imitates art #teenagers are supposed to get drunk right recently I accidentally got drunk enough to deliver the finishing blow to an already weak glass #never doing that again imagine the things I could've revealed about myself #but it's a fascinating experience because now I can look at that in fiction and understand!! #and I've been told I'm a bit cartoonish in the way I carry myself #which is a little funny to me because I as a person am pretty apathetic to a Lot of things #few things that make me happy a lot of things that annoy me and the rest is jusg kind of in the soup #but it's fine rhats just what being normal is like i guess #i should sleep it's lateeeeee and I need to get up early tomorrow. #regrettably #enjoy the tags while you still can because those things will be going down with this post in a few hours when I'm awake again and #less uncomfortable with sharing any kind of personal information

[mariocki]

Six Plays by Alan Bennett: Doris and Doreen (1.2, LWT, 1978)

"I still wonder about Mrs. Henstridge. She did have a daughter, doesn't she? She was in an accident. Or did she get married? I know the hat came round."

"They wouldn't send the hat round for a daughter, her daughter never worked here."

"They send the hat round for famine victims, and they don't work here."

"They send the hat round for all sorts these days. I hope they send the hat round for me when my time comes. If it isn't a wedding, it's a famine. Earthquakes practically twice a week these days. Never stops. Ethiopia, what have we got to do with Ethiopia?"

"I just have this feeling I chipped in for a spread."

#doris and doreen #six plays by alan bennett #alan bennett #single play #1978 #lwt #classic tv #stephen frears #prunella scales #patricia routledge #pete postlethwaite #joan sanderson #george fenton #tony wharmby #this second play in the series is much more traditionally theatrical than the first; essentially a two hander confined to a single studio #set‚ the action concerns the titular characters played by Scales and Routledge‚ mid level filing clerks in an unspecified national company‚ #who spend their days reading newspapers and making passive aggressive digs at one another rather than work on the forms they so abhor #it's a character piece‚ with sparkling dialogue brought beautifully to life by two actors that Bennett would work with on stage and screen #repeatedly (Routledge in particular became a familiar collaborator and was an intrinsic part of what made Talking Heads so successful) #Doris is a vaguely bitter single woman who cares for an ailing mother while Doreen is a comic grotesque‚ a vapid married woman who chatters #incessantly about forced rhubarb and the lives and loves of colleagues she barely knows; for all that‚ the two are very similar in some #aspects of disposition‚ particularly in their middle class snobbery and their disinterested attitude to their work. the looming spectre of #a potential interloper in the form of a new boss (part of dreaded staff shake ups) is treated with near gothic levels of horror and #paranoia (with the film really leaning into those visuals for the rather hysteria tinged ending). it's a note of elevated style that's both #clever and quite witty but i still think this works best when it's quietly deconstructing these two frustrated characters as inflated #clerks with delusions of importance. endlessly tripping off long monologues about particular paperwork or obsolete filing systems #or sniping among themselves about best practices and working to rule; underneath the breezy comedy there's very little sympathy or #compassion in Bennett's piece (even the late Pete Postlethwaite's union minded ancillary worker is depicted as a crude bore and a hypocrite #undeniably a funny play and as sharply written as any of the playwrights works‚ but it lacks the heart that furnishes his best scripts #also the score is weirdly obtrusive whenever it kicks in‚ often playing over lines of dialogue as tho poorly mixed in

[thelightintheattic]

BREAKING NEWS: Amy's silly combination of a horrible, terrible goldfish memory and a Sprinkle of face blindness strikes again!

#the guy who plays truman is not a main character on house MD btw #also yeah sorry ive been sucked into the show in a matter of. checks watch. hmm yes 10 hours #im sorry the mean little idiot guy with the cane is simply too good to resist #i mean hours of free time confined to my bed because im sick???? #and fun tv show??????! #house md #bee.txt

[eunique]

I wanted to draw today but covid is making me so tired

#Yeah I got the spicy cough rn 😔 #I did fuck all today aside from moving my mini TV and ps4 to my room so I could play Genshin while I'm confined to my room to self isolate #And watched the rest of a stream I didn't finish #It's like 7:31pm rn and I'm ready to just sleep- #eunice rambles

[signalnext]

"What are you doing New Year's Eve?"

"I'm watching one of my all-time favorite episodes of a TV show!"

"Oh that's nice. I know you love shows with lovely locations - where is this one set?"

"Manchester."

"Ah, so there's wintry snow? Idyllic river locations?"

"Er it's Manchester, England, not New Hampshire. No snow in this one. No river shown. I don't think? I don't know, it was pretty dark in the outdoor night shots."

"Does it takes place at a traditional New Year's setting? Restaurant? Cozy home? Fireplace? Families and friends?"

"Er...well it takes place in a self-storage building."

"..."

"And...there are parties going on, outside, but people are trapped inside."

"Inside the self-storage building."

"Yeah."

"Is it a festive self-storage building?"

"Well, there are still Christmas decorations in the lobby. Otherwise, just...your typical warehouse spaces? An old elevator? Flight of stairs? Loading dock? Long hallways to the self-storage units?"

"Is it...about them having their own renegade party on their own, then?"

"Er, well they're being hunted by killer robots before it's midnight."

"Inside the self-storage building."

"Yeah."

"I thought you didn't like violent shows?"

"Er, well normally I don't, but...this is a special case. The killer robot violence isn't like, graphic or anything, it's more like family-friendly sci-fi."

"Family-friendly where they're being hunted down by killer robots."

"Yeah. And there's also a Groundhog Day parallel where they're in a time loop. So er, they actually keep getting killed over and over."

"Inside the self-storage building."

"Yeah. But, er, I'm making it sound so bleak, but it's more fun than it sounds. It's funny. Sometimes it's self-consciously funny. There are expected moments, but there's also a few unexpected ones. There's a lovely scene that's lovelier in the setup of the time loop effect. The music soundtrack is done well too. And...there's a major reveal for my favorite character. That's really the main thing for me. Every time I watch it, I sort of have to pinch myself that it's happening. There's a happy ending. Mostly. And there're fireworks."

"So, it makes you happy?"

"Yeah. It does."

"Ah well, there you go. That's the important thing, then. I hope you enjoy it and I hope it makes you happy again."

"I hope so, too."

#have a gentle new year everyone #this is a composite dialogue of sorts #trying to describe the premise of EOTD and explaining why I love it so much #and basically failing to do it justice because I have this aversion to wanting to get too personal #but I suppose it's a bit strange that one of my favorite feel-good episodes of tv I've seen in years #has so much death in the plot #and how nearly the whole time it takes place within the confines of a somber grey industrial type warehouse #but that makes the fireworks against the night sky and the daylight and powder blue sky at the end such effective contrasts #yes I know daleks are not killer robots but it's time consuming to explain what they really are isn't it #thasmin #thirteenth doctor #yasmin khan #eve of the daleks #doctor who eotd #signalnext text: doctor who 13 #signalnext text

[magnus-and-the-dragon]

today’s rambling: every time i wander into true crime i am struck by how ill-advised it is to look to grieving families for criminal justice guidance? i mean, call me crazy, but i’m not sure a victim’s parents really need a say in whether the person who killed their child, who is currently serving a life sentence, should be allowed to have a microwave in his jail cell. i’m not sure that has anything to do with justice, and i also don’t think taking away someone’s toaster privileges is going to make a meaningful impact on the grief they are experiencing. likewise, i don’t know if we should be deciding whether or not to enact the death penalty based on how loudly angry the victim’s family is? that just. does not sit right with me.

and i also always think of how amy bradley’s parents have done all this work around… educating people on the dangers of socializing with cruise ship staff? or all of the advocacy around ‘stranger danger’ when these high-profile cases happen. and these things obviously come from a place of hurt and wanting to do good, but if you apply the slightest bit of scrutiny, they do not hold up as beneficial, because the number of people who are abducted from cruise ships or grabbed by strangers is actually minuscule and not preventable by education.

people who experience these overwhelming tragedies are grieving, are irrational, are desperately seeking some way to regain control over horrible situations, and I think it is actually an all-around injustice to look to them as policy experts. they don’t actually have insight into public safety at a community-wide level because they lost someone, and i kind of think the only thing we should be looking to them for wisdom on is coping with grief.

#obviously there are special cases but i just think in a lot of these cases rhe families need a REALLY GOOD THERAPIST #not to be obsessing over the freak circumstances that arose in their child’s death #or whether or not the killer gets to watch tv in solitary confinement in their cinderblock cell #and i find it really weird the extent to which we normalize and glorify their ongoing involvement #amy bradley is particularly weird bc that was more than likely just a tragic accident ANYWAYS #which connects to the kendrick johnson case as an example of how #it is so much easier to pour your energy into believing there is something you can solve and fix #than it is so accept that you lost a loved one to a horrible stupid accident #again: grief is a hell of a drug. it shouldn’t be the basis of policy decisions in the absence of actual data.

[nephiliam]

searching on the sacred tome of webs on "how to get out of own mind prison after spell backfires"

#✨ Tv Static ✨ #rocd has been confining me lately to no interactions with anyone and it's driving me fucking insane right now #NOTHING IS A THREAT!!!! STOP IT STOP MAKING ME RUN AWAY!!!! AAAUUUUGGHHHHH

[bagel-lox]

i'd love to watch more rt game on youtube because his videos/stream highlights are addicting but I literally cannot get over how he censors himself. every time i have to hear a monotone "youtube" i want to scream and murder it is SO annoying to me. if he just used bleeps it'd be so much more tolerable but NO he had to be funny with it

#of course this is ignoring the bigger problem that youtube may demonetize videos with cursing in them #which is dumb and dystopian and ALSO makes me want to scream and murder #but if you need to work within confines just. do it in a less distracting way. do it like tv has done for several decades. please... #self

[lemonlover1110]

𝐏𝐀𝐘 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐄!

Choso

Pairing: Choso x f!Reader

Summary: Your boyfriend completely stops focusing on you after you give him a gaming console for his birthday. Luckily, you have a very clever way of reminding him that you also need his attention.

Warnings: MDNI, smut, oral sex (m. receiving), masturbation

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Getting your boyfriend a gaming console for his birthday was truly the worst mistake you've ever made. The moment he turned on the console, all the attention that was rightfully yours, went to a monitor and a controller. Sure, Choso isn’t the most affectionate boyfriend but at the very least he’d give you attention.

You would be attached to the hip, you’d give him all your physical love while he’d do you a favor; whether it was getting you a glass of water or preparing your favorite snack. But now that’s not happening. You try to spend time with him but he’s always on his fucking game, and it annoys you more than you’d like to admit. 

“Do you want to watch a movie tonight, babe?” You walk to the living room, finding him with his headphones on, eyes dead focused on the TV. You sit down next to him, and your usually calm boyfriend suddenly begins to scream, the match pissing him off. You roll your eyes, tempted to turn off the game, but you know that’ll ensue a huge argument. You clear your throat, and repeat your question.

“Huh?” He responds, and you glare at him. You decide that you won’t ask the question for a third time. You’re about to stand up and walk away, but your eyes go to his sweatpants, and a much better idea comes to mind. You suck your bottom lip between your teeth and ponder your options. You’re touch starved because of the stupid game console. But Choso doesn’t deserve it.

Your hand still goes to his thigh, and you get on your knees on the floor. Maybe doing this for him will make him remember that he still has a girlfriend with a lot of needs. He can’t pause the game, risking for him to lose when he looks down at you. Utter confusion then clarity hits as your hands go to the waistband of his sweatpants. You give him the cutest eyes while a wicked smirk comes to your lips before asking him, “May I?”

“Have fun.” He responds, his eyes back on the screen. You pull down his pants and boxers, letting his cock free of its confinements. 

Your hand wraps around the base of his shaft and you spit on his cock a couple of times. Your tongue drags on his dick before it gets to the tip. Your tongue circles the tip before you hollow your cheeks and wrap your mouth around what you can take of his cock. It doesn’t earn much of a reaction from him. His game is that much fun.

Your hand wraps around the part that isn’t in your mouth, stroking it while you bob your head. Your free hand goes to his balls, massaging them to get a sound from him, and you feel like you’ve succeeded when you hear a whimper from him. You look up at him, his eyes still focused on the TV but you feel his attention drifting. 

You stop playing with his balls, your hand goes down your own shorts and gets in your panties. Your index and middle finger run through your folds before you begin to play with your clit. Sucking him off always turns you on so much. And it works more now since you’re in dire need of attention.

You try to take all of him in your mouth, your eyes immediately filling up with tears as you gag on his cock. You hear a soft moan from him, and your teary eyes watch him finally break his focus. You finally let his dick go, gasping at a breath of fresh air. It doesn’t take too long for your mouth to wrap around him again, going back to all you can handle. You push two fingers inside your pussy and begin to move them in and out of you, moaning on his cock. 

“Ah… shit– fuck fuckfuckfuck–” You hear, and you watch him toss the controller to the side. He doesn’t care if he loses anymore, his attention has been captivated. He whimpers again before praising you, “You’re doing so good…”

Your fingers go back to your clit, playing with it a bit more before stopping. You have a feeling that your night is far from over, and he won’t edge you. On the contrary. He’ll be generous tonight after you’ve been so generous to him.

He gets more vocal as you continue, letting you know that he’s close to finishing. Maybe after this he’ll finally remember what he’s missing out on while he focuses all his attention on a stupid game. He’s missing out on his pretty little girlfriend in a hundred different ways– If you do well enough he might smash the console into pieces (he won’t).

“I’m gonna–” His breath gets caught up in his chest, his hand going to the back of your head and pushing your head down before he fills your mouth up with his cum. He holds your head still for a moment, and when he finally lets go, there’s a smirk on your face as you swallow every drop of his cum. 

“Did that change your mind?” You ask.

“Let’s go to the bedroom.” He completely ignores the game on his screen, completely focused on you.

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen #choso kamo #jjk choso #choso #choso x reader #jujutsu kaisen choso #kamo choso #jujutsu choso #choso jjk #choso smut #choso kamo smut #kamo choso smut

[violentdelightsandviolentends]

my love if i may request a whiskey with dbf!joel or dbf!bucky with the prompt “i’ve wanted this for so long” and mayhaps if it’s not too much to ask for but some breeding kink👀👉🏻👈🏻

Promises, Promises.

warnings - smut. cursing.

I figured I'd make this dbf!bucky, because i've done a dbf!joel fic for this celebration already. y'all, I read the words dad's best friend and go fucking feral. this one got away from me.

3k celebration post here. 3k masterlist here.

You're the last person Bucky expected to be at his front door at 3am.

"What's wrong, honey?"

"Locked myself out of my goddamn house, and my parents are still on vacation. Can I crash here tonight? Please?"

Who is he to turn down an offer that tempting?

"Course. Come on, it's too cold for you to be stood out here."

The two of you sit down on his couch, settling in to watch some TV.

"Bucky Barnes. Are you watching a romcom?"

He blushes, a slight flush creeping up his cheeks.

"If you tell anyone, I'll kill you. They're my guilty pleasure."

"It makes me like you more, if anything," you grin. He can't help but smile back at you, less embarrassed now.

"Look, my love life is fuckin' terrible. I live vicariously through these cheesy films right now."

"You? Terrible love life? Those two phrases don't usually go in the same sentence."

You're teasing him. Seeing if you can get a rise, hit the right button.

"Oh, shut it. Just because you're on a new date every week."

"I'm... what?"

"Your Dad seems to think you're dating a lot."

You quirk a brow at him, amusement curling at the corners of your lips.

"Is that so?"

"I'm only telling you what I've heard, honey."

He crosses his arms across his chest, biceps threatening to break free from the confines of his t shirt.

"He's wrong."

"Is that so?"

You roll your eyes.

"I have a friend, he's a guy. My Dad automatically assumes we're dating because we hang out. But we're not."

"And why not?"

"I don't know, I guess he's just..." you debate your answer, realising it's now or never. "He's not old enough for me. Not mature enough."

Bucky bites his lip, eyes scanning your face.

"He's your age."

"Exactly. Boys my age don't know shit."

He laughs, but it's dark and low, something brewing beneath the surface.

"You always were too smart for your own good, huh?"

Bucky's thigh is pressing into yours, the warmth from his skin seeping through. His rough fingertips glide across your arm, slow and soft. He's testing the waters.

"I shouldn't want this," he murmurs, barely audible. "Neither should you."

"But I do," you whisper. "So fucking bad."

"Me too."

Bucky grabs the back of your neck, smashing his lips to yours. You grip at his hair, his biceps, his shirt - anything you can get a hold of. You feel like you're dreaming, your filthiest thoughts coming into fruition.

He pulls you into his lap so you're straddling his hips, grinding down and panting into his mouth. You're both breathless, but neither of you want to be the first to pull away.

Bucky rips your shirt over your head, instantly attacking your chest with kisses. He's marking you up, claiming you as his. You should be worried about the repercussions, but you're not.

You pull his shirt off and rake your nails down his front, grinning when he shivers. Suddenly, Bucky stands up, setting you on your feet.

"Strip."

You blink at him, processing.

"Strip, baby. I won't tell you again."

You shimmy your pants down your legs, your underwear going too. Your mouth waters as you watch him undress, admiring the angles and smooth ridges of him. A Greek God.

Bucky stalks over to you and hooks a foot behind your ankle, sending you both flying onto the rug on the floor. He cushions your fall, not letting go of you once. Running two fingers through your wet heat, he groans.

"All for me, pretty girl? What did I do to deserve somethin' this sweet, huh?"

"Need you," you whine. "Please, Buck."

"I've wanted this for so long," he murmurs, lining himself up. "Fuck, you're a dream."

You both gasp as he slides home, your back arching and his jaw falling slack. Bucky rests a hand against the base of your throat, the weight grounding you back down to Earth.

"Need you to move," you choke out. "Fuck, I need it, Buck. Please."

"Oh you need it, do you?" he smirks. "My needy girl."

He snaps his hips into yours in long, careful glides, very aware of the effect he has on you. Before long, his restraint snaps, and his thrusts get harder, quicker, more frantic.

"Gonna fill you up, baby," he's muttering under his breath. "Make you mine. You want that? To have everyone know who you belong to?"

You're nodding rapidly, tears gathering in your eyes, bottom lip caught between your teeth.

"How are we gonna keep this a secret if you're pregnant, huh?"

The thought makes you moan, a breathy, gutteral sound.

"You like that? Want me to make you a mommy? Fuck, I'll give you everything you ask for. I'll buy you a house and knock you up, you'll never want for anything."

His low, honeyed words throw you over the edge, squeezing and clenching around him. Bucky groans, deep and rumbled, the sound vibrating through the both of you. You find your releases together, panting and out of breath.

"House first."

"Huh?" he breathes, raising his head from your chest.

"Buy me a house first. Kids second. Maybe marriage in between."

He laughs, floating and content. You both know he meant what he said, not just a heat of the moment confession.

You stay wrapped up in each other for hours, on the rug in front of the fire.

You'll deal with the repercussions later.

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