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not to be a nerd but it’s so crazy how he (Bernini) really did that from cold hard stone……. truly a spectacle, truly breathtaking, an honor to behold

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A LOT OF THINGS CAN BE TRAUMATIC FOR CHILDREN UNDER THE AGE OF 10

I CAN'T STRESS THIS ENOUGH

WATCHING YOUR PARENTS FIGHT ALMOST EVERYDAY CAN BE TRAUMATIC

BULLYING CAN BE TRAUMATIC

BEING YELLED AT FOR DOING MINOR MISTAKE CAN BE TRAUMATIC

NOT GETTING PROPER ACCOMODATION AND COPING MECHANISM FOR YOUR MENTAL ILLNESS CAN BE TRAUMATIC

NEGLECT CAN BE TRAUMATIC

STRESSED OUT FROM BEING "GIFTED CHILD" CAN BE TRAUMATIC

YOU WERE A CHILD

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A Gentle Warning

Pairing - Thomas Shelby and Wife Reader

Request from @crispynutella

I’ve always wanted to read something about the reader being Tommy’s wife during the whole Grace season 1 arc. Like Grace would be trying to get closer to him but Tommy is not allowing it because he has a wife that he is head over heels for. Jealous reader but quiet version maybe?

Feeling Tommy press a kiss to your head, you dragged your eyes away from the numbers. Offering him a smile, he was fixing his hat on top of his head. He liked it to sit just right, pulling on his leather gloves. He bent again, to press a kiss to your lips. Catching his hand, you pulled him closer.

"Bloody hell, you two are putting me off my fish paste sandwich," Arthur bellowed, with a mouthful of food. Proceeding to wipe the crumbs from his shirt, onto the floor.

"Who even eats fish paste? The war is over remember, Arthur," you teased, letting Tommy pull you to standing.

"Nothing wrong with this, Y/n. Done me no harm, growing up," he sniffed, taking a swig from his hip flask.

Slipping his office key into your pocket, Tommy brushed a loose curl from your forehead. "Can you make sure that's locked, ey?" His tongue ran across his lips, "I have a meeting at the yard, then I will meet you at The Garrison?"

Checking the time, on Tommy's pocket watch you leant against him. "I should be about an hour, I just want to double check the takings," you gestured with your eyes towards Arthur. He was taking another large swig from his flask.

"That's my girl, ey," he mused, leaning closer to your ear. "Might have something waiting for you at home,"

"Might?" you asked, face lighting up, “Like what?”

Grinning to himself, he winked while walking away. “Make sure you walk Y/n to the pub, and cut down on the booze, ey,” he warned Arthur, receiving a grumble in reply.

Watching your husband go, you felt your usual pang of worry. Plus, you knew that would only increase when you got to The Garrison. The new bloody barmaid was all over him, like a fly on shit. You could see straight through her. She wanted him. She practically drooled, when she looked at him.

“That a no, then?” You heard Arthur ask, clearly waiting for an answer.

"Hmm?" you asked, snapping out of your daydream.

"You don't want a swig?" Arthur chuckled to himself, watching you shake your head going back to work.

Reaching the pub over an hour later, you could hear the rest of the family in the snug. Grace no where to be seen. Good. There was only so much of her ogling your husband, you would accept. Arthur held open the door, for you. The whole room fell silent.

Polly and Tommy looking at you, guilt across their face.

“Don’t stop gossiping, just because we have arrived,” you joked, wondering if they had been discussing you or Arthur.

“Just business, love,” Tommy lied, patting the seat next to him. Polly shook her head, lighting a cigarette. You could practically see the anger, oozing out of her. What had Tommy done this time?

“Here you go, Mr Shelby,” you heard, here she was the blonde tart. Placing the drinks onto the table, she smiled at Tommy. A hint of a blush forming on her cheeks. "Let me know if you need anything else," Shooting you a quick look, she reversed out of the room.

Feeling Tommy rest his hand on your knee, you scooted closer to him. He was actually oblivious to Grace's advances. You had observed him, when she was around. He hardly glanced in her direction. But maybe, that was when you were here?

The more you thought about it, the angrier you felt.

"I love you in this dress," Tommy grinned, brushing his fingers over the material. Tilting his head to the side, he pressed his lips against yours. "Was thinking we could go to London for the night, before Christmas? Just us, hmm?"

"I would like that," you beamed, interlacing your hand in his.

"You sure you have time for that, Thomas?" Polly asked, her dark eyes narrowing. "You have a lot to deal with here?"

"And it will all be dealt with in good time, Pol," he countered back, his body tensing.

Standing, you brushed your dress down. "Just nipping to the bathroom," This was your opportunity, Tommy distracted with his family. The pub was relatively quiet. Leaving the snug, your eyes searched for her.

Where the hell was she?

You sashayed across the wooden floor, your heels clicking as you went. The cellar? Tiptoeing down, your adrenaline was racing through your body. You had no plan, of what you were even going to say. Grace was balancing three bottles of whiskey in her arms, when she noticed you.

"Ah, Mrs Shelby, is everything ok?" she asked, in her sickly sweet voice.

Slightly pouting, you debated her question, while leaning against the wall. "Hmm, you tell me Grace?" You purposely spoke slowly, enjoying watching her squirm.

Blinking rapidly, she looked towards the staircase. Panic showing on her face. "I.. I don't understand, Mrs Shelby," Grace took a step back.

Sighing, you held out your left hand. Two gold rings sat upon your third finger. One with a diamond, Mrs Shelby yes that was you. "See this ring?" you asked, showing her, as you slowly approached. "You know what that means?"

Swallowing deeply, Grace nodded. "Yes,"

"Tell me," you smirked at her. "Tell me what you think?"

"That you are married," she responded, glancing upstairs again. Could she make a run for it?

"No need to be nervous," you chuckled, "We are just chatting, just two ladies having a chat. But, yes, you are correct, it does mean that," You were now centimetres, away from her. "So stay the fuck away from my husband, don't look at him, don't talk to him, got it?"

Nodding profusely, you noticed her breathing was shallow. "Yes,"

Looking her up and down, you smiled sweetly. "Good, I will only warn you once," Pushing the whiskey from her arms, you watched it clatter onto the floor. Smashing into smithereens, all over her clothes.

"Oops," you shrugged, walking back upstairs.

Entering the snug again, they all turned to look up at you. "Where have you been, Y/n Shelby?" Polly asked, a knowing look on her face. Sitting back down, you let Tommy wrap his arm around your shoulders.

"Oh, just chatting to the barmaid," you answered casually, leaning to pick your drink up.

"You wanna go home, love?" Tommy asked, stubbing out his cigarette. Totally oblivious, to what you had done. But, Polly knew you too well.

"Yeah, why not? I've finished here," you smiled, looking through the window of the snug. Grace staring back at you, wiping the whiskey from her dress.

Saying your goodbyes, Tommy held open the door for you. Pressing a kiss to your cheek. "Ready for your present now?" he asked quietly, voice rumbling against your ear.

"More than ready," you answered, not taking your eyes of Grace. "Goodnight Grace," you called over your shoulder, letting Tommy take your hand to lead you home.

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Can we please adress the fact that snow leopards have questionable relationship with gravity? They can jump on the length of 50 feet (we are so bloody lucky that they are not agressive towards humans).

Where are you, dude, on a dance floor?

And they can stand?? Like people???

Why so cute and absurde?

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My comic to @recovery-zine <3 ❤

I drew it two years ago and my style has changed a little but I'm still really proud of this piece, I'm happy I can finally show it ❤!

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Good Traits Gone Bad

Exploring good traits gone bad in a novel can add depth and complexity to your characters. Here are a few examples of good traits that can take a negative turn:

1. Empathy turning into manipulation: A character with a strong sense of empathy may use it to manipulate others' emotions and gain an advantage.

2. Confidence becoming arrogance: Excessive confidence can lead to arrogance, where a character belittles others and dismisses their opinions.

3. Ambition turning into obsession: A character's ambition can transform into an unhealthy obsession, causing them to prioritize success at any cost, including sacrificing relationships and moral values.

4. Loyalty becoming blind devotion: Initially loyal, a character may become blindly devoted to a cause or person, disregarding their own well-being and critical thinking.

5. Courage turning into recklessness: A character's courage can morph into reckless behavior, endangering themselves and others due to an overestimation of their abilities.

6. Determination becoming stubbornness: Excessive determination can lead to stubbornness, where a character refuses to consider alternative perspectives or change their course of action, even when it's detrimental.

7. Optimism becoming naivety: Unwavering optimism can transform into naivety, causing a character to overlook dangers or be easily deceived.

8. Protectiveness turning into possessiveness: A character's protective nature can evolve into possessiveness, where they become overly controlling and jealous in relationships.

9. Altruism becoming self-neglect: A character's selflessness may lead to neglecting their own needs and well-being, to the point of self-sacrifice and burnout.

10. Honesty becoming brutal bluntness: A character's commitment to honesty can turn into brutal bluntness, hurting others with harsh and tactless remarks.

These examples demonstrate how even admirable traits can have negative consequences when taken to extremes or used improperly. By exploring the complexities of these traits, you can create compelling and multi-dimensional characters in your novel.

Happy writing!

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Twitter P🖤rn Links #1

— This is not an original idea. I just wanted to make my own version of this.

Post #1 || Post #2

Warnings; NSFW, 18+ Only, Minors DNI, Explicit Sexual Content

Main Bucky Barnes Masterlist

Bucky Barnes AU Masterlist

— 🦾 TFATWS!Bucky

• You: Bucky I was gaming. Bucky: … and?

• Make me hard and ride my cock, doll.

• My perfect girl.

• Mirror sex.

• You take my cock so good, doll.

• On the road.

• Wet, messy and gorgeous.

• Your pussy tastes so good, babydoll.

• What are you watching, doll? One || Two || Three || Four || Five || Six || Seven || Eight || Nine

— 💸 CEO!DBF!Bucky

• Sharing is caring.

• Sending him videos while he’s away for a business trip #1

• Sending him videos while he’s away for a business trip #2

• Sending him videos while he’s away for a business trip #3

• Bucky and his business partner feeding you all their cum.

• Look at me while you suck me off.

• The most perfect creampie.

• The prettiest girl sucking my cock.

• Can I fuck your throat?

• This luxury vacation couldn’t have gone any better. One || Two || Three || Four || Five

• Cum all over me, pretty please.

• My pretty little cheetah. One || Two || Three || Four || Five

• You love when I use your throat like this.

• You and your bestie getting down and dirty for Bucky. One || Two || Three

— 📚 Professor!Bucky

• You: I need to study, professor. Bucky: I don’t care. I need to have you. One || Two

• I’ll do anything to raise my grade professor.

• That little skirt of yours will be the death of me, darling. One || Two || Three

— 🖤 Stepdad!Bucky

• Daddy will fill you pretty face all the way.

• Daddy couldn’t resist touching you little pussy, princess.

• Paint my face Daddy.

• I bet your boyfriend doesn’t fuck you as good as your Stepdaddy does. One || Two

• Such pretty holes for me, sweet girl.

• Is this what you wanted, pretty girl? For me to use you like this? One || Two

• Stuffing your little pussy with daddy’s cum.

• Such a messy girl with daddy’s cum.

• Pretty in pink for your Stepdaddy. One || Two || Three || Four

• Good little cock slut in training.

• Making each other feel good.

• Such a good girl taking it up the ass.

• Wet and messy little princess.

• Your stepdaddy worshiping your pussy on the kitchen counter.

• Does daddy’s hands feel nice all over you, princess?

• Quiet little girl. Your mother will hear us. One || Two || Three

• Pretty little cow girl.

• Daddy has taught you well in how to suck his cock, sweet girl.

• Slap my pussy like that, daddy.

• On your mother’s bed? What a naughty little girl you are. One || Two || Three

• You just couldn’t help yourself, huh princess? You don’t even care that your mother is in the next room. One || Two

• Fuck, you’re literally the most perfect at sucking cock, baby girl.

• He comes, late in the night, to take you as he pleases. Video HERE. Fic HERE.

• I was so hungry for your cock this morning, daddy.

• Down, little girl. I only need your pretty pussy.

• Careful so the neighbours don’t catch us.

• Serve and worship your stepdaddy’s cock, my pretty girl. One || Two

— ⛓ Biker!Bucky

• Bucky having his way with you at the clubhouse while all his brothers watch. One || Two || Three || Four || Five

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I see this headline:

As a former cakewrecks lover, I figured sure, I’ll bite. Let’s see this cake. Literally nothing could have prepared me for this cake. 

They paid $49 for this “frog-themed” cake and honestly no amount of money in the world could be put on this masterpiece:

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𖦹 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 (𝟐)

summary. — THE LAWFUL ZOMBIE — after learning your best friend lost his virginity a long time ago, you decide to give yours to the sweet Mr. Barber.

pairings. — dark!neighbour!Andy Barber x innocent!fem!reader.

warnings. — DUBCON, age gap, taking advantage, smut, Mr. Barber kink, virginity loss, major lack of prep, clit rubbing, pussy spanking (once), kinda sadist!Andy, meanish!andy, degradation, praise, humiliation, dirty talk, pet names (princess), size kink (cock), come marking, unprotected sex, creampie, orgasm denial/edging (once), corruption kink, innocence kink, dacryphilia, and more. 18+ MINORS DNI!

word count. — ~2.7k

author’s note. — the purgatory’s masterlist. posting order is the chronological order in this au. MINORS DNI! 18+ ONLY! @hansensfics

Mr. Barber is the ideal neighbour—the blueprint for them all. Every man should be modelled after him—that’s what your mother tells you.

He drives you to and from places, always showing up at the right place and the right time. He helps you out whenever you need assistance, especially when you’re seconds away from crying out of frustration.

He babysits you when Ari is out of town and your mom is at work. He waters the plants and gives you advice.

Mr. Barber never asks for anything in return. Not money, not favours—nothing. But he just wants you to be honest with him. That’s all. He’s not asking for much.

It’s a cloudy Friday afternoon, and for some reason, Mr. Barber wants to have a chat with you. He pulls you into his home and gives you a glass of lemonade when you refuse a beer—calling you a good girl before he hands you the sweet and sour drink.

But it goes untouched after he clears his throat and sits down next to you with a scary, serious look on his face. “Princess, I need to talk to you about something,” he solemnly starts, folding his left leg onto his right knee and stretching his left arm onto the back of the couch.

“O– Of course. I mean, that’s why you called me here, right?” you smile nervously, and he returns it. “Exactly—You’re always such a smart girl, princess,” Andy coos, his other hand rubbing up and down his thigh. It carefully inches closer to his crotch, where his engorged cock is hidden under his jeans and boxers. 

“It’s nothing bad, okay? You just can’t tell anyone about this. Do you promise?” he questions, and you immediately nod your head. You take promises very seriously. “Good girl… I just have a few questions for you. You gotta answer them honestly, princess,” Andy tells you, tilting his chin downwards and raising his eyebrows.

You nod your head. “Because if you lie, I’ll know, and I’ll have to punish you. Do you understand, princess?” the older man warns, and you let out a puff. “Y– Yes. I understand, Mr. Barber,” you eventually concede. 

He smiles at you, but his jaw clenches first. 

“First question. Have you ever kissed anyone on the lips?” he starts, and you furrow your eyebrows. The question is iffy to you, but then you realise that he’s just caring for you. “Uhm… Stevie and I did it once, but he said that it’s good when friends do it ‘cause friends wouldn’t hurt you!” you explain.

Andy slowly nods his head, bending his fingers to stroke his palm before scrubbing the same hand over his beard. “He’s right, princess… Second question, have you ever touched yourself, baby?” he inquires, gaze dropping down to your bare thighs.

“Uhm, I don’t think I understand, Mr. Barber,” you giggle lightly. “Aren’t we always touching ourselves? I mean, right now, you’re touching yourself!” you point out, and Andy quickly jerks his hand away from his crotch-area. 

He grins, “You’re right, princess. I meant something else, but we can talk about it another time. Has anyone ever touched you intimately?” he prods further, trying to really confirm your absolute innocence without being too straightforward. “Uhm… Well, Stevie likes to touch me a lot, but I think that’s just his love language, y’know?”

The older man nods his head. “And Daddy likes to touch me, too. Same thing with Mr. Hansen! They give me massages—especially Mr. Hansen, since I’m always stretching at work,” you say, and Andy scans your face and words for something—anything. But he finds no teasing and innuendos. Nothing.

In his mind, he calls you the sweetest baby in the whole world. A good girl who needs to be hidden from others—except those who clearly have gotten to you before he has. 

“Uh-huh… Do you touch them, princess?” he asks, ready to fight back that big, ugly green monster. “Yeah! I give them hugs since they’re always so nice to me. Like how I give you hugs, Mr. Barber,” you describe, and he’s calmer than he was before you answered. “Good girl.”

“Ah, thank you… See? You’re always so kind to me, so I return that—or, well, try to—with a hug,” you continue, and Andy hums at your words. “One more question. Are you a virgin, princess?”

It hangs in the air, and the older man watches as you shy away. “Uhm…Okay, here’s the thing. I– I don’t really know what that is?” you start, millions of emotions taking you over. “B– But I know Stevie isn’t one, and I wanna be just like Stevie!”

Your desperation makes Andy’s cock throb. It makes for an opportune moment for him, and he plans on taking advantage of it.

“Really, huh?” You nod your head and fiddle with your fingers. “Well, how about I help you, princess?” he offers, making a bold move and placing a hand on your thigh. Andy’s fingertips reach further down to your inner thighs, and the realisation of what’s about to happen is exhilarating to your neighbour. “What do you mean?”

“I mean,” he smiles, “I can help you be just like your friend,” he explains, squeezing your thigh. You giggle and lace your fingers together. “Really?” you exclaim, pure shock and excitement written all over your face. “Really.”

“Oh, thank you so much, Mr. Barber!” you cheer, reaching over and giving him a hug. Your tits press against his chest, and Andy’s hands immediately land right above your ass. “You’re welcome, sweetie. But you have to promise me something, okay?” he says, and you pull away. 

He cups your face and makes you look at him. “Promise me you won’t tell anyone—absolutely nobody,” he demands, and you immediately nod your head. Good girl. “I promise, Mr. Barber. I won’t tell anyone… But can I tell Stevie that I lost my v…?” you trail off, shy to say the word.

“Virginity,” Andy finishes for you. “You can, but you can’t tell him I helped you. It’s just between the two of us,” he whispers, and you squeal a tiny bit. 

The older man almost feels bad for the ways he’s going to ruin you. He’s had your step father tell him repeatedly to go easy on the women who leave his house limping and sobbing. He has—now using his fist and your panties to relieve himself.  

Andy shifts his hold to your waist, and he uses it to move you into his desired position. You’re put on your back with him kneeling between your legs. Your left one is hoisted onto the back of the couch, and he uses his right hand to push the other one down to your chest.

The posture is odd, nearly painful with the stretch that you aren’t entirely familiar with. Mr. Hansen has been so busy as of late that he hasn’t been able to stretch you out when you arrive at work. The lack of daily preparation has clearly taken a toll on your body.

Your neighbour flips your skirt up and you furrow your eyebrows, opening your mouth to say something but you’re cut off by a gasp that’s yours. Your mind only registers what’s happened when Andy shushes you.

Your panties are in tatters, slightly damp and torn from your body. “W– Wait, Mr. Barber–” you behind, trying to sit up but he just pushes you down. “Calm down, princess. This is how I do things… Don’t you want me to help you out?” he questions, pausing his movements even though he wants to just shove his cock in your tight cunt.

“Uh-huh! ‘M scared, though…” you admit, folding an arm across your face. “Don’t be, baby. All I’m gonna do is stuff my cock in your pussy,” Andy smiles, reaching his fingers down to swipe your folds. 

He gathers some of your wetness and uses it to rub your clit until your fuckhole starts to cry for him. “S– So tingly…” you whisper, subconsciously gyrating your hips and grinding against his hand. Andy curses under his breath at your words, cock unbearably hard that it almost hurts.

Maybe he should take his time with you and open you up—get you all stretched out on his tongue and fingers. He really should—but he doesn’t find any patience in him to do so.

Andy pulls his hand away just a bit when he deems you’re wet enough, and he lands a sharp smack on your clit. You yelp loudly and try to close your legs, bottom lip wobbling and tears already forming in your eyes.

The sensation left behind treads between pain and pleasure, leaning more towards the latter. You’re not sure what to think of it, though, hurt at the thought of Mr. Barber hitting you. He forces your legs back open and hurriedly unzips his fly, making quick work in pulling his cock out of its confines. “O– Oh, is that your thingy, Mr. Barber?” you question, eyeing his dick in confusion.

Other women have had similar looks on their faces—his size is simply intimidating.

“Mhm. It’s my cock, baby. But you’re a little girl, so you’re not allowed to say that, okay?” Andy tells you, and you obediently nod your head. You flinch when he slaps the tip against your swollen nub. “So sensitive…” he notes.

The older man raises a hand up to his mouth and spits into his palm, bringing it back down to his cock. He strokes himself, using the saliva as lubricant before he lines up with your fuckhole.

Slowly, he pushes in and watches as your face contorts in pain. Andy stretches you out, filling you up to the hilt and ignoring you when you flail around, trying to soothe yourself from the intrusion. It’s incredibly uncomfortable—unlike anything you’ve felt before.

When Steve put his fingers inside you (he said it would make him happy), it wasn’t so bad. 

But Andy’s massive length practically splits you in half, and you wail from the frightening feeling. 

“Shhh… Shhh… It’s okay, princess,” he shushes you, watching as your tiny cunt is forced to take his thickness. “What a perfect little cunt.”

“Andy, it feels weird…” you tell him as he bottoms out. “No, no. You were being such a good girl for me, baby. Why don’t you keep it that way and call me Mr. Barber?” Andy not-so subtly demands. His face flushes pink, sweat creating a subtle sheen on his skin.

“Okay, Mr. Barber,” you whimper out, eyes squeezing shut when he grinds into you, getting you further adjusted to his dick. “Yes, that’s it, such a good girl. You’re taking my cock so well, princess,” he whispers, licking the pad of his thumb and bringing it to your clit.

The lawyer rubs your nub and relishes in your breathy whines, and he begins to thrust in and out of you. At first, he tries to keep it nice and gentle—but your cunt is just so sweet that Andy can’t hold back. He even pictures the hole leaking with his cum that’s mixed with blood.

The mental image has him grunting, picking up the pace and roughness of his motions. He moves quicker and sharper, fucking you relentlessly and cooing as tears spill down your face. “Awe, lookatcha. Crying ‘cause of my cock like you weren’t begging for it. Don’t be like that, princess.”

His words punctuate each push and pull of his hips. “Poor little thing, getting absolutely wrecked, hm? This is how naughty sluts like you get treated, baby,” Andy whispers, his cock grazing your g-spot and punching at your cervix. 

With the way the older man is fucking you, it’s like he’s claiming you. You dig your nails into whatever they catch, and find yourself crying out of pleasure more than in pain. The excruciating feeling from before has ebbed away and turned into that pressure you felt when Stevie put the toy against your pussy.

Short hairs tickle your chest as Andy bends over and presses messy kisses on your skin. He nips at your tits gently, and you giggle from the ticklish sensation that his beard causes.

“Can’t wait to rub those pretty thighs raw, princess. I’ll have you limping for days—and maybe then I can keep you on my cock all the damn time,” he murmurs, pounding into you and nudging you towards your first orgasm on his cock. “Mr. Barber? It feels funny.”

Andy’s cock throbs at your words. He raises back up and resumes his ministrations on your clit. 

“Aw, does it? It’s okay, baby,” he reassures, pummeling into your cunt with more vigour. He just knows that you’re absolutely angelic when you come undone. “Just let it happen. I got ya.”

Intensity grows inside of you, lighting your nerves on fire as you find yourself feeling a similar sensation from when you were cheering Steve up. Suddenly, a band inside you snaps and you’re making a wet mess around Mr. Barber cock.

“There you go. Atta girl,” he grins, looking down to see your cunt gushing all over him. His jaw clenches as he curses at the sight. “So good—what a good girl,” Andy hums, helping you ride out your orgasm. 

You thrash underneath him, unable to handle the attention your pussy is receiving. It’s almost as overwhelming as the vibrations the pink toy had. “Stay still, princess. Don’t make Mr. Barber upset, now, or else I’ll have to tell your Daddy that you’re misbehaving.”

His threat makes you immediately apologise, though your words are mildly garbled and full of pants. “That’s it. Good girl. Gosh, you’re a perfect little fucktoy, baby,” Andy murmurs, eager to bring you to another release. And he does so. 

Your clit pulsates under his touch, luckily protected from its hood otherwise it’d be rubbed until it hurt. Your sweet spot is repeatedly strokes with each skillful thrust that Andy delivers. In a few more moments, your jaw drops in a silent scream and your walls tighten around the older man’s thickness. 

“Yes, gimme that cream, princess,” Andy encourages, admiring the way his cock has been stained with your arousal. You do as he says for the second time, your abused cunt giving him your all. “Look at you, pretty girl. A crying mess on my cock. Isn’t this what you wanted?”

He forcefully nods your head for you, and through the muddled mess of your mind, you pick up two words. Pretty girl. They make you smile, and the look on your face is one of the hottest things Andy’s ever seen.

It makes it harder for him to stave off his release any longer, especially when he sees your tears pouring out of pleasure—not pain. “Say you want more, princess,” Andy demands, wanting to play out at least one of his fantasies.

“I– I want more, Mr. Barber,” you tell him, chest rising and falling rapidly. “Really? Greedy little slut. Tell me you want my cum—right inside your pussy,” he orders. “W– Want your cum in my p– pussy, Mr. Barber.”

You’re such a good girl, it makes Andy want to keep you for himself. 

“Uh-huh? I don’t think you deserve it, baby,” Andy tells you. “You’re too much of a whore—goin’ around and lettin’ everyone fondle you—and even gettin’ fucked by your neighbour.” 

He won’t elaborate on the everyone bit, but he will always make you aware of how dirty you are.

The way your face scrunches up lets him know you’re nearing a third orgasm, and he turns mean. It’s like his mouth curls into a snarl and his nose scrunches up, but not in the cute way yours does. 

When his balls tighten and he nears the precipice, Andy suddenly pulls out of your cunt. Your wetness makes his movements easier, but his largess still struggles to leave your pussy in one swift motion. A bit of blood follows, but it’s nothing he’ll let you worry about.

You writhe underneath the older man as you’re denied your third orgasm, gaping cunt clenching and unclenching repeatedly as your clit throbs immediately. Andy gives his cock a few strokes with his dominant hand, hissing and groaning when he hits his peak and marks you with his cum.

“Now, say, thank you, Mr. Barber.”

“Th– Thank you, Mr. Barber.” 

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to bear witness (andy barber x reader)

↪ summary: when andy’s therapist advised him to get a hobby, no one imagined he’d turn to what he did 

a commission for @honeychicanawrites​

↪ pairing: andy barber x reader

↪ words: 3,000 

↪ trigger warnings: voyeur/perv andy, stalking, mentions of the death of laurie/jacob, oral sex, fingering, allusions to housewife kink, mentions of a break in but not done by andy, degradation, daddy kink. mentions of butt plugs/anal/anal creampie. honestly it becomes obvious i don’t know the intricacies of an ADA’s job so if you went to law school….my sincerest apologies. 

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Andy’s work-mandated therapist sighs deeply. “You need an outlet,” she says, obviously exasperated with his lack of desire to work with her.

Andy sighs even deeper. “I have an outlet.”

The therapist sighs again. “Mr. Barber, your job is stopped being an outlet when it became the reason your boss has you on probation and you were mandated to see me.”

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Newest fandom:

Adding Fourth Wing / Iron Flame to my list of fandoms, requests are open for all characters.

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You guys are commenting on the fics you read right? You’re at least leaving kudos on the Astarion smut and the pairs that have less than 20 fics for them too? You’re bookmarking stories you really like that are still being updated and ones that haven’t been touched in over a year right?

You know that even the smallest interactions are like cocaine to fic writers right? You understand how important a string of emoji hearts left behind on chapter at three am is right?? Right????

You’re treating AO3 like a community and not a content factory….right?

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ok… imagine a moon knight and daredevil crossover where dd has no issues fighting the invisible jackals because the dude cant see shit anyway. moon knight is like “you can see them??” and matt, not wanting to reveal his blindness but having no idea theyre invisible, is just like “yeah i can see of course i can see”

moon knight then assumes dd is an avatar of an egyptian god. bc what else? so, naturally, moon knight asks “what god do you serve?”

“jesus”

“what??”

“im catholic?”

“what???”

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Not every character needs to be in a romantic relationship reblog if you agree

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OUTER BANKS PORN LINKS.

characters: rafe, jj, sarah

warnings: 18+ only. minors dni. the following links are twitter links to porn videos, not fics. please keep that in mind. the videos contain fem / afab people.

a/n: since some of you wanted that i make a list of my current favourite porn videos… here are a few with some scenarios involved 🤓 enjoy babes!!

links are under the cut!

disclaimer: please do not repost or try and take ownership of my work or post this anywhere without my consent. do not translate my work and post it anywhere — i give you no permission to do that. i only post my stories here, so if you find my work anywhere else please let me know! reblogs, likes and comments are appreciated and welcomed!

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RAFE CAMERON

› bestfriend!rafe fucking you from behind.

› roommate!rafe fingering you in his bed.

› enemie!rafe choking you while he pounds into you.

› rafe using a knife to scrape off wax from your body. [wax play & knife kink warning]

› riding rafes dick and him breeding you.

› rafe eating you out while you sit on his face.

JJ MAYBANK

› enemie!jj breeding you.

› jj fingering you.

› jj licking your nipples.

› enemie!jj fucking you from behind while you‘re handcuffed.

› giving bestfriend!jj a handjob.

› jj pounding into you while you‘re on top.

SARAH CAMERON

› secretgirlfriend!sarah eating you out after a stressful day.

› fucking sarah with a strap on.

› eating sarah out after a party.

› dom!sarah not letting you cum.

› rubbing bestfriend!sarahs clit.

› using a vibrator on sub!sarah. [a small whip is used a few times for spanking as well]

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two sides of the same coin | finnick odair [part one]

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“how could i ever find someone as unfavorable as you?” he replies.

“oh am i blushing?” you sarcastically offer with a gentle hand to your cheek and hot glare shot at him.

finnick stops by to discuss what the deal you sparked the night before will entail. you learn more about him and he learns one thing about you.

tags to be found each part.

cw: implications of self harm

part one.

the home is beautiful. your new estate is something you could never have imagined in a thousand years to belong to you. three stories for you. beautiful blue trimmings and white walls, clean and shiny hardwood floorings alongside beautiful and intricate carpets of white and blue patterns. the air smells of flowers, lilies, and the furniture is beyond what you feel you need. beautiful mahogany with gold trimmings and pillars that extend to the roof and ceiling. the drapes are of satin and silk in front of tulle – the colors aren’t your most favored but the home is beautiful, and it’s some ways away from your district. you find yourself happy for the fact, the praise and adoration you’d received upon arrival had been nauseating.

but your mind is no longer focusing on the home or all you possess or will have to do, instead your eyes burn into the screen of the 65th hunger games.

finnick odair, the youngest winner of the games. it’s jarring and admittedly scary to see his skill in depth after meeting him, after forming an alliance and deal that can put you both to death if found out. he’s not just strong and skilled with a blade but he’s intelligent and agile. like a damn fox. your brows sew and you hang off your seat as you observe the man you stepped into a cage with the night prior, you watch the boy he was. just a lean baby-faced boy forced to kill twenty-three people. your brows sew up and you feel a sense of sympathy to know that that young boy should have died in the arena. just like you should have.

eventually, you find yourself in the kitchen staring down a whistling kettle. you pull it off the stove and your mind continues to think over the kiss that’s making headlines. wouldn’t people be shocked to see someone like you being kissed by the darling finnick odair? your brows sew up and you wet your lips as you think over where you’ve stepped into. you wonder if finnick still plans on continuing with the plan, going through with what he proposed and what you accepted. maybe he’s going to back out, release a statement in an interview that it was nothing but a moment of charity to receive more praise and adoration.

a soft lullaby spills through the air and your brows furrow at the foreign sound. but a knock to follow draws you to the door with a soft frown. you weren’t expecting anyone. maybe another duty for a victor you hadn’t been made aware of. with the left to darken the hot water, you walk towards the door while tugging on a knitted cardigan a soft red designed by your designer. when the door opens and the cold air greets you, your eyes widen in surprise to see none other than the darling standing at your door. in his hand is a bouquet of roses. red roses.

“smile like you’re happy to see me.” is the first thing he mutters with that dashing smile across his lips. as if it was a command by those bathed in your least favorite color, you force a smile and you lean forward. another fake kiss, only this time your index and middle finger press against his cheek where your lips press to your knuckles. “impressively quick.” he mutters against your ear before you pull back and take the flowers from him. you invite him inside and once the door is shut your smile falls as you look down at the flowers. so he hasn’t given up his plan.

“i don’t like roses.” you say as you notice his shoulders relax. no cameras must be planted inside of your home. finnick looks around, he seems to take in his surroundings. “so to what do i owe this…surprise?” you pluck your word a bit carefully as you make your way towards the open kitchen. with a pluck of a beautiful crystal vase, you pour some water to fill up the vase while finnick seems to step about. only when you turn and begin to cut the stems of the roses at a diagonal angle do you find yourself met with his handsome face yet again.

“everyone likes roses.” he says with that smile only such a man can play off so innocently.

you shake your head as you feel his sea-green eyes observe your hands as they move quickly with the kitchen knife. “not me.”

“what do you prefer then?” he inquires.

you scoff out softly and set down the knife with a pointed look. “why are you here, odair?” you ask with an obvious annoyance and lack of entire patience as you return to the slicing of the twelfth rose.

he inhales deeply and exhales as he speaks his first word. “well – i thought a visit from the darling to the unfavorable would add fuel to the fire.” he reasons as he rounds the counter and stops just beside you. the darling leans back against the counter and crosses his arms over his chest as he watches you. “i already dethorned them – or well – i had the florist do it.” you roll your eyes as you set them into the crystal vase and turn away as curiosities fold into your mind. curiosities that were only able to grow and develop by being alone with the scent of finnick odair on your clothing and in your hair.

“how exactly do you know this plan of yours is going to work for either of us?” you question with an air of doubt and scrutiny around you as you pick up the vase. you look around the kitchen as he hums before you simply decide to place it in the middle of the counter.

finnick speaks as you clean the scraps. “it is already working.” you pause and your eyes flicker to him. he isn’t lying, not that you can tell. a smile spreads on his tan skin and those dimples push into his cheeks, there’s a glitter in his eyes as he fixes the cuff of his attire. he’s dressed in a manner laid back and comfortable but still stylish, meanwhile you look like the before photo of a district 12 tribute prior to the tributes parade. you might feel insecure if you cared enough of his opinion or anyone else’s. he continues amidst your running thoughts. “two capitol socialites have ended their time with me under the guise that they’ve found someone better.”

you can’t help but smile a bit as you notice the way his voice seems to hold a lightness, an air of relief and an agonizingly obvious hope. when his sea-green eyes meet your gaze, you look away and clear your throat. “right – someone who hasn’t been touched by me?” you ask with a raise of your brow as you walk to the sink and wash your hands. he nods with a hum and you exhale softly. maybe you don’t care, but still it stings just faintly. “that’s good news for you then. so that must mean this isn’t coming to an end anytime soon?” your gaze flickers to him and he shakes his head as he watches you walk over to a cabinet.

“no. in fact i came by not just for the cameras but to talk about how this will go.” he says as he walks over. you shift away in discomfort when his body momentarily pushes against yours, he retrieves a mug from one of the shelves out of your reach and hands it to you. with a mumbling word of gratitude, he hums before he continues and you walk over to where the kettle rests. “it’s safe to assume any touching – even for the benefit of the cameras – is off limits?” finnick asks with a gentle tilt of his head your way. you nod as you gently place the small silver band into the hot water of the mug with tea leaves inside.

“you can touch me for thirty seconds at a time but you can never kiss me.” you state in a firm yet casual manner as you set down the kettle back onto the stove. finnick hums and you turn around, picking up your mug and sliding his over to him. facing him, you tilt your head. “is that fine? if not – find another unfavorable to use.” finnick scoffs out softly and he shakes his head.

“how could i find ever someone as unfavorable as you?” he replies.

“oh am i blushing?” you sarcastically offer with a gentle hand to your cheek and a hot glare.

he chuckles with slight amusement before he takes the mug and shakes his head. “well you can touch me however you want, whenever – if it’s for the benefit of our act.” he grins as punctuation and you wrinkle your nose before you take a drink of the jasmine tea. then finnick continues. “i’ll be coming to visit at least twice a week and you’ll come to visit me at least once.” your brows furrow and a frown paints your lips, he rolls his own eyes in slight impatience as if he’s speaking to someone who can’t comprehend his language. “we need to make it look quick and…not to be crude – hot.” the way that word leaves his lips makes you step back as a sudden hotness flushes across your features.

“hot? as in–” you find yourself unable to finish your sentence.

so he does. “as in sleeping together – yes.” he grins in amusement as his eyes flicker along your expression and surprise. “the more scandalous the more beneficial to us. so we’ll stay in each other’s home for a few hours and leave with tousled hair, incorrectly buttoned shirts, etc. what we’re doing is putting on a show.” a deep sigh leaves your lips and you turn away from him as you drink the tea, hoping the warmth of the steam and cup will offer an excuse for the warmth that bleeds through your skin. wetting your lips, you huff out in irritation and you nod in begrudging agreement.

“fine.” then you offer him a curious look. your brows slowly knit together and your eyes squint just a bit in observation. finnick seems to shift beneath your gaze, his mug in hand and tea spilling down his throat. setting down the mug, you lean against the counter by your side and cross your arms over your chest loosely. “i know i asked this – but why are you really risking so much to escape what you’ve been forced into? i know it isn’t ideal – i know…” you trail off for a moment before you shake your head and shut your eyes. “i know it’s rough but you’re the capitol darling, untouchable in a way not many in any district are – why risk it all just to not warm someone’s bed? aren’t you doing all of this to survive – didn’t you win your games to survive?”

finnick seems surprised by your words. his brows furrow just a bit and his eyes flicker between your gaze, almost as if he’s searching for something. you tilt your head gently in expectancy and he shrugs loosely. “the capitol took the last thing i loved. i want to escape with my life still – i want to survive, but not warming the beds of the people who–who are to blame.” a waver in his voice. a crack. you hum softly and nod, you already begin to wonder what the last thing he loved was. or maybe who it was. “i have a question for you now – i’m owed one it seems.” he says after a moment of silence.

you roll your eyes. “fine.”

“what’s your favorite flower?” he asks. your brows furrow in slight irritation and confusion. he nods as if it’s all he wants to know. reluctantly, begrudgingly, you wet your lips.

“i don’t have one. i like–” you hesitate and sigh as an odd wave of shyness brushes over you. “i like ivy.” you finish with a firm nod as you look down to the mug you pick up from the counter. “poison ivy to be exact.” a light laugh fills the air. not a chuckle – a laugh. you shoot him a glare and he puts up his hands as his laughter filters down. “i’m sorry i’m not a cliché. anyways, what days will we visit each other anyway? a pattern or?” you ask, eager to shift away from your slight embarrassment. he smiles in that usual manner and continues on, slightly grateful.

“we can alternate. you have to bring me something everytime you come and i’ll do the same.”

annoyance pulls at you further. “the whole point of this was so i wouldn’t need to put effort and work in–”

“it won’t kill you.” he interrupts. your eyes meet his and you look away with a sigh, gesturing for him to continue on. after a sigh, finnick continues. “at public events we’ll have to put on our show – you’ll come to any party i throw and we’ll play the role of push and pull partners.”

“push and pull partners?” you ask in confusion.

finnick hums as if pondering how to explain. “a will they won’t they – as in will we or won’t we end up together and make a public announcement over it.” he explains with a sureness. you hum in realization and nod. “we can achieve that by being seen together being intimate or flirty but the moment we ‘catch’ eyes we pull away or pretend to be simply friendly.” you’re impressed by how intelligent finnick is. you knew such from rumors and your recent rewatch of the games, but to see the way his eyes sparkle and dimples push into his cheeks as he shares the course of deception and dishonesty was fairly admirable and impressive.

“okay. that makes…sense.” is all you can say as you look around the kitchen. then you wrinkle your nose. “i know how many parties you throw – i’m not coming to every single one.” you protest as your gaze meets his.

“i didn’t expect it. just two at a time.” he reasons and you nod slowly, fairly relieved he didn’t protest.

“is that all there is to talk about?” you inquire, oddly eager to get finnick out of your house. maybe because you need to absorb all you’ve agreed to, maybe because you don’t like the way he seems to peer into you with those beautiful eyes. finnick hums and your brows furrow as you watch him undo the buttons on his shirt. “what the hell are you–ah.” your protest comes to a halt when you realize what he’s doing, your face warms up and you sigh out while you turn away. “does this mean you’re leaving now?”

“unfortunately for you.” he teases and you scoff softly. “you know it’s odd for someone to be turned away while i take my shirt off.”

“it takes more than a pretty smile to keep my eyes.” you exhale deeply with a roll of your eyes. you glance back and you turn as he begins to button up the shirt yet again, he buttons two of them incorrectly where his neck begins. he grins at you as he messies his already tousled hair.

“you find my smile pretty?”

the snort that leaves you is as insulting as one could be. you roll your eyes again – with finnick odair they may get stuck that way. “you know you have a pretty smile, odair. don’t act as if i’m flattering you.” finnick looks handsome, even more dashing with his hair messied in a way that makes it look like he’s been rolling around on cotton sheets and tugged by his scalp. “now leave. it’s been long enough.” you demand and finnick sighs out softly, dramatically.

“i don’t even get a sweet goodbye from my lovely–” and he catches the orange you toss at his head. finnick grins and he tosses up the orange back to you, you catch it while glaring at him. “walk me to the door and give me a kiss goodbye.”

“you’re making me regret my decision.” you say as you place down the orange back into the bowl and follow the messy-haired victor out of the kitchen towards the entryway. realization spills into your head and your skin begins to warm as you pause while he makes a smart remark in return. looking down at your clothing, you tug up your shorts to disappear beneath the shirt a few sizes too big from an old donation bin. you pull off the cardigan and drop it aside before you tug at your clothes. when your eyes flicker to finnick who seems to observe you, you tilt your head. “is this enough?” you ask with a bit of annoyance.

finnick hums before he walks over, you wrinkle your nose and attempt to move away when he reaches out. but you remain in place and exhale softly. he pushes the collar off your shoulder and he reaches into his pocket. your brows furrow as you watch him dip his middle and ring finger into a small vial inky and black. he smudges a reddish-purplish stain on his throat before he smudges the remainder of the – what smells like berry – substance on your clavicle. you roll your eyes and shudder as he closes the vial and grins at you.

“i’ll see you tomorrow. dress nice – image matters where i am.” and your jaw sets as you open the door for him.

you press your thumb against his lips and feel his arms snake around your waist. counting back from thirty, he releases you on twenty. that odd sensation of guilt stains you as he blows you a kiss and grins, walking away with a certain sway in his steps. you smile in a forceful manner, your jaw tightens and you wave before you step inside and slam the door shut. with an uncomfortable and shaky exhale, you mutter a soft apology to the air and rub at the fresh scratches on your waist.

you need a shower before your hands reopen the scratches. vanilla, copper, it stains your senses.

a/n:

wow! i didn't expect the prologue to get so much attention and affections! this is my first writing like try so forgive anything being bad or disorganized. i recently binged the movies all over again and had to fuel my love for finnick. anyways this story will continue!! i've decided to make a taglist so if you want to be tagged please just ask ((-: thank you for reading!