#hes just some guy who moved here and over 40 years had 20 people from the same family adopt him over and over again

[realbacchus]

My favorite type of family members are just those random friends who get claimed by someone and then stick around long enough to be considered children, siblings, aunts/uncles, grandparents....

[wwilsonbarness]

sweetie

pairings: dbf!bucky x y/n reader

summary: after yet another failed date your dad’s best friend Bucky cheers you up.. 

warnings: smut 18+ only (unprotected sex, oraL (M & F receiving), fingering, creampie, cockwarming, praise kink, safe word(mentioned not used), innocence kink), age gap (reader is early twenties, bucky is mid 40’s), use of pet names, swearing, body shaming (not from reader or bucky), insecure thoughts (reader) - let me know if I missed any :)

word count: 4092

a/n: I’m a slut for dbf!bucky so I had to use him for my first time writing smut🤭 go easy on me please i tried😭

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“Y/n?” 

“Yeah! Hey, Ryan right?” He just nodded and sat opposite you, clearly not caring he had shown up 20 minutes late. .

“You’re not what I expected” he tried to play it off with a chuckle but you just looked at him in shock, completely confused.

“What were you expecting?” 

“Someone a little.. you know” he pauses for a moment and looks you up and down before continuing, “it doesn’t matter” Before you could question what he meant you hear a familiar voice come from behind you. 

“Y/n, how are you sweetheart?” As you go to turn your head you feel a cold hand on your shoulder, instantly telling you who was there. 

“Buck! What are you doing here?” 

“I’m picking up some dinner on the way home from work, just spotted you two over here and thought I’d say hi” He looks over at your date with a slight smile. Bucky had always been protective over you, ever since he started working with your dad, he’d always be over at your house for some reason or another, but you’d never complain. You’ve secretly been crushing on him for a while now, there was just something about him that you loved, not to mention he was the hottest guy you’ve ever seen. 

“Oh right, sorry! This is Ryan, my date” You point your hand towards him, “Ryan, this is Bucky, one of my dad’s friends” Ryan stands up and holds his hand out waiting for Bucky to shake it. 

“Nice to meet you Bucky” So he doesn’t lack all respect it seems.

“Call me James” He tightly squeezes Ryan’s hand, maybe too hard as Ryan tries to pull away slightly. You couldn’t help the blush creeping up onto your face. Bucky only introduced himself as James to people he didn’t like, come to think of it you had only heard him introduce himself as James a few times. Once when you brought a boy home in your first year of college, to the creepy neighbours who moved into your street whilst Bucky was over for dinner and one of his colleague’s. He must have a good judge of character because all of those people turned out to be total dicks. 

“Well, I won’t take up any more of your time, have a good night you two” He leans down to give you a hug, and whispers into your ear, just loud enough so Ryan can hear. “See you later sweetheart” He turns to Ryan and nods before leaving. You feel your mood drop as he walks away, you were sad that he was leaving, especially with it meaning you were stuck with your sad excuse for a date. You pick up the menu and go to ask what he’s thinking of getting before the waitress interrupts.

“Ready to order?” Before you can respond asking for an extra few minutes Ryan answers for you. 

“I’ll have the pasta special  and she’ll have the chicken salad.'' You shoot him a confused look, similar to the look the waitress is giving you both. You couldn’t believe he was ordering for you, and ordering you a salad at that. God, you could not wait for this night to be over already. 

Surprisingly the conversation from there wasn’t that bad, he asked you about your job to which you explained the recent job you’d gotten as an elementary school teacher. Things were looking up until your food arrived. “I hope you didn’t mind me ordering for you, salad is always a safe choice, you know?”

“Do you have a problem with how I look or something?” He didn’t even seem shocked or embarrassed when you asked. 

“I’ve just never dated someone as big as you”

“what?” Was he serious right now? You’d gained a little weight recently due to stress eating but you didn’t think other people would notice, or point it out.

“Do you not think you could lose a few pounds? You’d look so much better, especially with a dress like that on.” You could feel the tears forming in your eyes as he spoke, little droplets gathering on your eyelashes. You tried to stop your voice from shaking before answering him. 

“I don’t think this is gonna work out” 

He rolls his eyes and scoffs. “God. Women are so sensitive these days” You didn’t want to show him how he was affecting you so you grab your jacket and walk out without looking back. You’re only outside for a couple minutes before you hear that voice again, along with a car horn. You lift your head up and see Bucky parked just ahead of you.

“You okay sweets?” 

“Buck, you’re still here?” you begin to walk towards him.

“Mhm, food took a while to come out. What’s wrong, are you okay?” 

You quickly wiped away the tears that were rolling down your cheeks “I’m fine, just wanna get home” 

“Hop in, I’ll give you a ride home” 

“Are you sure? I don’t wanna-“

“Don’t be silly, you know I don’t mind” you force a small smile out before making your way to the passenger side. 

“How was your date?” You turn to him with a look that makes it clear it was not a good time. 

“He was an ass” His gaze softens on you and he puts his hand onto your thigh and rubs circles over it with his thumb. 

“I knew it” He notices you trying to smile and softens his tone, “I’m sorry sweetie, come on I’ll take you home” 

“Thank you” He softly squeezes your thigh before moving his hand to focus on driving you home. You missed his touch already, it made you feel safe like you had someone who cared but it also excited you, making your body heat up. You quickly threw that idea out, he was your dads best friend, he would never think of you that way. 

Your apartment isn’t far away, the car journey only lasts around 10 minutes. It was a mostly quiet car ride, Bucky didn’t try and make you open up about your date but he was worried, you seemed really upset with whatever had happened. “Are you sure you're okay?” 

You tried to answer without letting your shaky voice show but you failed, “I just wanna get in and get changed out of this dress” You rub your hands over your dress to try and make yourself look better, you couldn’t help but think you looked bad after Ryan spoke about you like that. When Bucky parks outside your apartment you sit  in silence for a moment, you didn’t want to get out because it meant Bucky would be leaving you. “Do you want to bring your food in? It’ll be cold by the time you get back to yours” 

“That would be great, if you don’t mind” 

“Course not Buck” You both get out and walk up to your door. Bucky noticed you playing with your dress on the way, “you look real pretty in that dress” You turned to him as he spoke to you, surprised with what he said.

“Really? I thought I liked it too but, I, I don’t know” you trailed off slowly. 

“Whatever that asshole said to you, don’t listen to him. You look great” 

“Thank you Buck but you really don’t have to say that” 

“I mean it sweetheart, you look gorgeous” You smile up at him, a little less forced this time. It takes you a minute to compose yourself and find your keys but you finally manage to unlock the door.

“Sit down, I’ll get you a plate” 

“Bring two” he shouts through from the couch to your kitchen. 

“Okayy” you're slightly confused but take two plates out the cupboard along with two beers from the fridge, “but why do you need two?” 

“So you can have some” you weren’t in the restaurant too long, did you eat anything?” 

You were tempted to pretend you weren’t hungry but you really were starving. “Is there enough to share? I left before I could eat my salad” 

“Salad? you went to an italian restaurant and ordered salad?" Bucky laughed. 

“He ordered for me” Bucky stopped laughing as soon as the words left your mouth, and he started shaking his head. 

“What a dick, here” he unpacks his bag of food and lays them on the table in front of you both. “help yourself to as much as you like, lucky for you my eyes are too big for my belly” 

“So where'd you find this guy anyway?” 

You sat on the sofa for an hour or so and explained the whole story, including everything that happened on the date. By the end of it Bucky was angry, angrier than you’d ever seen him. He pulls his hand up to your face and cups your cheek, “Don’t let some boy make you feel insecure, you don’t need to change for anyone, and anyone would be lucky to have you” 

No one had ever spoken to you with such kind words and you could feel the tears forming again, you tried to play it off. You were embarrassed for being so emotional. “I’m sorry, just no one ever speaks about me like that” 

“You deserve to hear it everyday, and I really mean that” 

“Thank you buck, and thank you for sharing your food.” 

“Anytime sweetie” 

“I’m gonna go get changed and then I’ll clean this up okay?” 

“Sure, take your time” 

Only a couple minutes pass before Bucky hears you calling his name from your bedroom. 

“Y/n? are you alright” worry had set in fast, faster than it probably should’ve but he cared about you alot. he practically ran through, only stopping when he walked into you. 

“Where's the fire jesus” he puts his hands on your shoulders to try and steady you both. 

“I heard you calling my name, are you alright?” you couldn’t help but smile at his concern for you, it was nice to have someone who cared for you. 

“I’m okay, my hair’s just stuck in my zip, can you help me with it?” you reply as you walk back into your room, Bucky following you close behind. 

“Yeah, come here” you turn your back to him and lift your hair that isn’t stuck out of the way” 

“We might just have to cut it off” you playfully slapped his arm. 

“You wouldn’t dare” he places his hands to your hair and begins to work its way out, the touch of his fingers sends shivers all over you, you try to stifle the moan you make but you can tell you failed. 

“I'm just kidding don’t worry, there you go that should be it out” he says but he doesn’t move his hands. instead he turns you around and looks into your eyes. “You really are beautiful, especially in this dress” he loves to lean into your neck and whispers quietly, “even if I would prefer to see it on the floor” Yet again you couldn’t stop the blush appearing onto your cheeks, did he really say that?

You pull your head back a bit, Bucky starts to think he made you uncomfortable but it was quite the opposite, you pull his face towards you and push your lips together, it was a deep kiss, slow with an intensity you hadn’t felt before. You begin to pull away slowly, scared of overstepping but he pulls you back up against him, his hand cupping your hair, not too tight so you could pull away if you wanted to. His lips were soft, different to what you expected but it felt good. He pulls away slightly, but you can feel his grin against you. 

“You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that”  he says whilst catching his breath. 

“Really?” he hums in agreement. “What else did you want to do?” you feel his grin grow even more. He pushes you back a bit towards your bed and you follow him. 

“You sure you want to do this?” 

“I’m sure Bucky, please” 

“Just say red if you want to stop, okay?” you nod your answer. “I need words sweetie” 

“Yes buck” 

“Good girl” you can feel your panties getting wetter the more he talks to you, you desperately need him to touch you. 

“Bucky please” he could hear the desperation in your voice and it made him laugh, he loved having this effect on you. 

“What do you want, sweetheart? tell me what you want me to do to you” You got shy all of a sudden and it took a minute to find your words. 

“I want you to touch me” Bucky trails his hand down your body and stops between your legs. 

“Here?” he rubs circles over your clit through your dress making you moan and grab into his shoulder. 

“Fuck.. please Bucky” he takes his hand away, you pout up at him. 

“Take off your dress. and lie down” you do as he says, as he watches you with a grin on his face. It doesn’t take you long before you're laying down and Bucky crawls on top of you. He starts to kiss your neck, slowly making his way down to your breasts. “Can I leave this on?” he asks pointing to your bra, you just nod. Thank god you chose this lingerie set today. “You look so sexy in it, making me so hard baby” You let out a little laugh at him,”You’ve gone all shy on me sweets” 

“I'm sorry” Bucky shakes his head.

“Don’t apologise, it’s cute” He continues kissing you slowly, stopping when gets to the band of your panties. He begins to slowly take them off, “still okay?” 

“Yes, please buck. I need you” you whisper to him. 

He throws your panties onto the floor and opens your legs, biting his lips as he sees your pussy glistening in front of him. “Such a pretty pussy”

He lowers his head down and licks his lips before rubbing his fingers over your pussy, collecting the slick already gathered there. He brings his fingers up to his mouth and slowly licks them. “You taste so sweet baby” you feel your cheeks flush at his compliments, “Sweetest thing I ever tasted” he speaks before lowering his head back down. 

He presses his finger to your clit and pushes down a little, making you whimper. “Bucky please” you try to roll your hips up to get him closer to you. “Please buck i need you”

He doesn’t say anything but in the next second you feel his tongue against you. “Fuck Bucky” it was so much better than you were expecting. 

“Aw sweets, you're so wet. Is this all for me?” you nod again, biting your lip. He had hardly touched you and you already felt better than you ever have with anyone else. 

You tried to close your legs to escape the overwhelming feeling but Bucky pushed them open again and looked up to you. this was something you’d dreamt of seeing, having him looking up to you from between your legs. you couldn’t believe this was really happening.

“Gotta keep them open baby, so I can make you feel good” you nod down at him, as you nod he teases his finger around your pussy making you throw your head back. 

He lowers his head again and brings his tongue to your clit and begins to roll his tongue over it. You start to move around, the feeling is too much, he lifts his arm up to your stomach and presses down slightly to stop you from squirming. He uses his other hand to tease your pussy, “Fuck, your so tight sweetie”, he lifts himself up a little and brings his hand to your mouth and holds out two fingers. “Spit on them” you hesitate at first before dropping your spit onto them. 

When he gets back done to your legs he lightly blows on your clit, making you moan out. He begins to tease your hole and starts putting one finger in, slowly, “Fuck, i can’t wait to get my cock in you baby, your so tight” he pushes his finger in and out slowly a few times before adding in another. You can’t help the moan that leaves your lips. you don’t care how loud you’re being, it feels too good.You could feel the ache in your pussy getting stronger, your orgasm fast approaching, you’d never come this fast before. 

“Bucky, please don’t stop” he doesn’t stop, he speeds his fingers up feeling you tightening around them. “Oh.. Fuck. Bucky please I'm gonna- I’m gonna come. Don’t stop” you throw your hands around you, grabbing onto the covers and squeezing them as hard as you can.

“Come for me baby” a few more thrusts of his fingers and you come, your eyes roll back, your orgasm leaving you whimpering, Bucky drops his head down and licks your come. “How do you feel sweetie?”

“Good” is all you can manage, still trying to catch your breath. 

“You did so good baby” he crawls back up to you and plants a kiss on your lips, you can taste yourself on him. You feel his cock through his jeans touching your stomach and reach down for it. 

“Bucky?” you ask shyly. 

“Yeah baby?” he pushes your hair out of your face and cups your cheek.

“Can I touch you?” you slightly squeeze his bulge as you ask, batting your eyelashes up at him. 

He chuckles a little at how shy you are. “Of course you can sweets” he lays down beside you and guides you to sit up beside him. you start to unzip his jeans pull them down before he lifts his hips up making it easier for you to remove his clothes. When his jeans are off you see his cock jump up, it was a lot bigger than you had ever seen before. nerves started to slowly set in, what if you couldn’t make him feel as good as he made you? 

It was as if Bucky could read your mind, he saw the concern in your eyes and started to reassure you. “Sweetie, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to” 

“I want to” you reply quickly before quieting down and slowly continuing “I just don’t know if it will be as good as you made me feel, I don’t wanna disappoint you” 

“You could never disappoint me baby, I'll help you if you need it okay?” you nod your head, and trail your fingers up his thighs before reaching for him. You grab the base of his cock, your hand doesn’t reach around it fully so you bring your other hand beside it. “Fuck baby, that already feels so good” his praise gave you a bit more confidence. Quickly gathering some spit in your mouth, you drop it down onto the tip of his cock, and use your thumb to rub circles over it. He was feeling so sensitive he couldn’t stop his groans leaving him, “fuck Y/N, keep doing that” you did just that, whilst your other hand slowly rubs up and down his cock. 

“Can I put it in my mouth?” Bucky's a bit taken aback by your sudden confidence but he doesn’t hesitate to answer. 

“Please do” you move closer to him and settle between his legs, you lower your head down and lick his tip gently before bringing your tongue down to the base and working your way back up slowly. “Fuck, baby you keep doing that and your gonna make me come.” His praise was making your cheeks flush and he noticed, so he kept going. “Baby you're doing so good, it feels so. fuck. so good” You begin to put his cock in your mouth, going as far down as you could before bobbing your head up and down. Bucky places his hand on your head and slightly pushes your head down further, “fuck sweetheart, your gonna make me come.” 

You speed up, wrapping your hands around his shaft where your mouth can’t reach, Bucky was moaning and whining loudly beside you, his breathing was speeding up. You could tell he was about to come, you wanted him to come in your mouth, you needed to taste him.

“Baby, I’m gonna come, oh god I’m gonna come” he expected you to pull away from him but you keep going until his come shoots down your throat. “Fuck baby, fuck that was good” you look up to him, come dripping out your mouth and smile. “You look so pretty covered in my come sweetheart” He smirks at you, making you blush yet again. You use your finger to collect the come dripping out your mouth and suck on it, which makes Bucky’s cock twitch. 

You look down and see that he’s still hard, so you crawl up to him and whisper into his ear “could you fuck me?” so quietly he hardly hears you. 

“Sweetie you gotta speak up” you pout at him, but repeat yourself. You could feel your pussy throbbing, you needed him inside you. 

“I want you to fuck me Bucky, please” He turns to you

“Lie down” you immediately do as he says. “I’m gonna fuck you like the good, dirty girl you are” he grabs his cock and stroked himself a couple times to get it ready for you. “Remember to use the safe word if you need me to stop okay?” 

“I remember, but please just fuck me. I need you” he brings his cock to your pussy, pushing just the tip in. “Go slow please, you're bigger than I’ve ever had” Bucky felt a hint of jealousy over the thought of anyone else being inside you but he pushed it aside and focused on you. 

“I’ll be gentle don’t worry sweetheart” He brings his tip out and pushes slowly back in a couple times, letting you adjust to him. When it becomes easier he goes in deeper, nearly halfway in. You moan in the mix of pain and pleasure, he was stretching

you but it felt good. 

“Fuck Bucky, you feel so good, keep going please” He pushes in further, rubbing circles over your clit as he does, making it easier for him to fit inside you. 

“Shit baby, you're so tight. squeezing my cock so good” He hadn’t even fucked you properly yet and you could already feel your orgasm coming close. 

“Bucky fuck me please, just fuck me” he bottoms out inside of you, hitting a spot you didn’t even realise existed within you. “OH my god Bucky, keep going. please. It feels so good” 

“Such a good girl for me, taking my whole cock” your moans make him fuck you harder, chasing the release he so desperately needed “So good sweets, you feel so good” 

“Fuck, Bucky. duck me harder please Bucky” 

“You want more?” he thrusts into you harder as he says each word. “Fuck, you’re gonna milk my cock” you can feel your orgasm coming at you with full force.

“Buck I’m gonna -fuck I’m gonna come, don’t stop please” 

“Aw baby you gonna come all over my cock?”  you nod your head, unable to form words at this point “oh fuck. you're squeezing me so tight I’m gonna come. You want me to come inside you? Want me to fill you up?” 

You nod quickly, trying to bring yourself to speak. “Please, please Bucky come inside me please” 

“Always using your manners, sweets, even when you're so drunk on my cock hmm?” You wrap your legs around his waist and pull him towards you.

“Bucky please” you were desperate for your release at this point. He lifts your hands and puts them either side of you, each of his hands pinning yours down and towering himself over you. 

“Oh fuck. Come with me baby. Come with me” He’s thrusting into you so hard, hitting that spot again and again. Your legs begin to shake as your orgasm crashes through you. “Fuckk.. Oh my god Bucky” 

“So. Fucking. Good.” he replies, just as his cock crashes into your pussy. “You milked me so good, such a good girl baby” 

Bucky goes to pull out of you but you stop him, “stay like this please? Just for a little bit”

He cuddles into you as close as he can without moving out of you, and places a kiss on your forehead.

“Anything for you sweetheart”

[creedslove]

RE-ENCOUNTER 🎨

Marcus Pike x f!reader

"I'd rather get divorced while still loving you, than remaining together and risking to hate you"

Summary: you and Marcus had a brief but loving marriage, until it wasn't anymore. Choosing an amicable divorce you both moved on with your lives until destiny made you run into each other once more, with a difference this time: your ex-husband was engaged now

Warnings: mentions of divorce, a little bit of angst, fluff, some jealousy, age gap (their ages are not specified but he's 10 years older than her)

A/N: besties, I'm so happy I finally managed to write something for our husband Pike. I've always wanted to do so, but I knew I couldn't just force myself into it otherwise it wouldn't work properly, and just like that, this idea came up and I couldn't get it out of my mind ❤️ also, I know some people don't like age gap, but I can't imagine reader being Marcus age mostly because reader is me 🥴 and also because it would make sense to the story, so although it's not specified, I pictured them getting married around early 20s(reader) early 30s (Pike) and running into each other again around late 20s/early 30s (reader) and late 30s/early 40s (Pike)

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You weren't fond of getting married young, to you, it sounded nothing like madness, as you simply couldn't wrap your head around the fact that people often abdicated from their lives, plans and dreams to get stuck in a relationship. It made no sense to you, especially since you had been working your ass off during all your years in college, the prospect of having a successful and promising career motivated you to go after your dreams. Relationships, marriages, building up families hadn't crossed your mind at all, a little affair with a cute guy here and there were the only things that ever got remotely close to dating, at the same time you only saw yourself as someone who wouldn't settle down.

And that was before Marcus Pike walked into your life.

If someone asked you to explain what exactly happened, perhaps you wouldn't be able to understand it yourself let alone explain it to someone, but that man swept you off your feet. You'd met him during a history of art lecture at campus one Thursday evening. He had just joined the FBI in the art department, fresh in his new job but still assisting his former professor and mentor in college lectures. He was probably ten or so years older than you, and yet, you couldn't keep your eyes off him. He was by far the most handsome man you'd seen in those four long years you'd spent in that institution, there was something so captivating in his beautiful eyes, his breathtaking smile and how smart and sweet he was towards anyone. And he caught you staring; it seemed you took his attention as much as he took yours, and even if you needed that lecture for extra credit, you couldn't give a single crap about medieval art, because that man was everything you could see in front of you. That was so unlike your personality, usually, you'd be focused on everything else, but you simply couldn't look away from that handsome assistant.

When the lecture was finally over, you were sure you'd missed at least half of it, being too busy concentrating on someone else instead of the subject, you still had a few doubts about the matter and you walked to the stage, willing to ask the professor some questions and clarify any doubts you had, and that was the moment you both locked eyes for the first time. The handsome guy that caught your attention, whose name was Marcus, soon found out the moment you shook hands and realized how big his was compared to yours and how truly handsome he was, even more so than you had already noticed when you were a few meters away. He was also mesmerized by you and he couldn't hide it, he knew you were younger than him, but at that moment all he could process was how gorgeous and smart that girl was in front of him. He kept around while you talked to his mentor, being polite enough not to interrupt him but holding himself back so he wouldn't add his own comments. He just wanted an excuse to talk to you, see if he could approach and see where things could go, so the moment he had the opportunity to be with you alone for a while, he immediately threw his charms - and Marcus was a charming guy - in your first conversation you liked how intelligent and nice he was, he made you laugh and when he invited you to have pancakes some dinner nearby the campus, you couldn't say no.

And that was the beginning of your love story.

Everything you believed went through the roof from the moment you met Marcus. He was incredible, the most fascinating man you'd met and whereas he was older than you, that only seemed to spice things up both in the sexual and emotional sense. You had never been treated like that before, he made you feel like a queen, as cheesy as it may sound, that's just how you felt through your relationship with Marcus. He was a gentleman, sweet and he didn't know what to do in order to please you; he went slowly at first, even if his intentions were clear from the very first time you went out to eat, he was a little afraid you would be weirded out by him, and he couldn't be further from the truth. Each time he took you out on a date, it felt like you were living the plot of any sweet but cliche rom com movie. It felt just too good to be true and a part of you feared that it wouldn't work. But it did, for as long as it lasted.

The dates with Marcus were so special, he was thoughtful and he always made sure to take you somewhere nice; it was either a nice restaurant so you could get to know their different menu, or art galleries in which he would show you his favorite works and tell you as much as you wanted to hear about them. He was always afraid of boring you with his subjects but on the contrary, you always enjoyed listening to him talk, it was entertaining, soothing and you could spend hours watching how his eyes sparkled whenever he addressed anything he truly enjoyed. And even if he put some effort into them, your favorite date by far was whenever you two would spend some time just hanging out together in his apartment. Dim lights, old movies on TV and Marcus' protective grip around your body, always pulling you closer and making sure you were warm in his embrace for the rest of the night.

The first kiss you shared with him after you both went to the movies together. It was a classic movie rerun and even if Casablanca wasn't your favorite, you knew he enjoyed it, and seeing it on a big screen was definitely a nice experience. Besides, he promised you that once Titanic hit the theaters in the next classic session, he would definitely take you.

At the end of the movie, you walked out the theater holding hands, you were silent, but instead of reflecting over the story you'd just watched you reflected over your relationship with Marcus; you were falling deeper and deeper for him, deeper and more intensely than you ever thought you would, and when he stopped and placed your hands on your hips you couldn't resist being kissed by him.

It felt right.

The first night you both spent together was right after he took you to see the concert of his former band; he'd left the band when he graduated from college, but he still remained friends with the guys and eventually enjoyed visiting them on stage. And that night he insisted on taking his bass for a last ride and even risked a song on the microphone, all of that for you.

By then, there was no fighting or convincing otherwise, you were head over heels for Marcus; especially when you two had sex for the first time after that. One could think Marcus is too soft, but not when it comes to that; he knows how to act, how to please and how to demand what he wants and after you tried him, a real man, there was no way you could go back to college boys ever again.

Your relationship evolved fast and in less than a year he proposed to you; he was sure you were what he wanted in the future, just as you had thrown away all your beliefs and you'd surrounded yourself completely to the man you loved, so you said yes. Even if your whole life you said you wouldn't get married, not while young at least, not without having a consistent, successful career.

And there you were, fresh out of college, with very little work experience, a job in an area you didn't want but had to take in order to gather experience and knowledge and walking down the aisle in a white dress, feeling as happy as you could be, in order to become Mrs.Pike. The honeymoon had to be in Paris, a few people told you that couldn't be more cliche, and even if they meant it out of spite or if they were actually right, it didn't really matter to you; it felt so right for the two of you. Surrounded by art constantly during the day and making love at night, it was like a dream coming true, and you remember hoping your entire marriage would be like that: light, fun, full of love and happiness. And it was until it wasn't anymore.

You couldn't tell exactly when things started to go downhill, but if you had to guess, it would probably be due to the lack of time you both faced towards the end of your relationship. It just started getting harder after about a year, when the two of you really began struggling for your own careers. You, in your area, and Marcus with the FBI, it seemed to have become an obsession for you both, as date nights, walks in the park and gallery visitations simply stopped happening in order to focus on your extra tasks, overtime, solving cases. At some point it became a looping of excuses and promises to spend more time together:

"We'll go next weekend honey"

"We can have dinner together tomorrow"

"I promise I'll take you with me next time"

Needless to say, they never truly happened.

Just as you two distanced yourselves without even realizing, the bickering also started, adding another venomous sting to your relationship. Suddenly, small things turned into bigger ones, sources of stress and fights; if someone ever told you one day you'd have heated arguments with Marcus over a dropped sock, or an unwashed plate on the sink, you would call them crazy, but when that unfortunately happened to the two of you, you were shocked for a while, not believing you had become the kind of couple to argue over stupid things like those. It was heartbreaking. As you two barely had time for each other, sex was also off the table most nights, being too tired to do anything else other than sleep, Marcus suddenly came up with the idea of having a baby; he had a deep hope of fixing your marriage by getting you pregnant, after all, having kids had always been part of his plan and he was sure it was part of yours too.

At the same time you hadn't really thought it through. Technically, you had. You wanted kids. At some point, in the future, it wasn't rocket science to figure that adding a baby to a troubled marriage could not be the best idea. And yet, you couldn't bring yourself to tell him that, not when you saw the spike of excitement in his eyes, not when he held you and kissed you like in the beginning of your relationship, how he made time for you even if his FBI work was killing him, he still managed to bring you flowers, kiss you and made love to you. Perhaps he was trying to save your marriage, or he was just trying for the baby, you weren't so sure, but you could see the effort. And it was why it broke your heart to know you couldn't get pregnant at that moment, not with your job finally taking you places, the new opportunity of actually building a career and how young you still thought you were, being married was hard, but it was about you and Marcus, two adults who could handle yourselves but a baby? It was way too much responsibility. You couldn't find a way to tell him that, even if you were being a coward, it pained you you felt so hopeless to simply lie to Marcus and tell him you'd stopped taking your birth control pills, and even more so each time he looked at you with those disappointed, sad eyes, month after month of excitement and longing for that baby to be there, just to get a negative test after another. It was eating you up alive and after his insistence on taking you to a doctor - which you immediately refused - he managed to find your hidden stash of pills among your stuff. You tried explaining everything to him; how you weren't ready, you were scared and how broken you'd been at seeing him so upset. You cried, you opened your heart to Marcus and told him you wanted to be a mom to his child, some day, not at that moment, but in the future because things were finally working for the two of you once more. But you had lied to your husband, and lying to Marcus had no turning back.

He had no other option other than asking for a divorce after you lied and broke his heart, he felt upset, he could've forgiven you for many things, but not for playing with his heart when it came to the kids he dreamed of every single day.

You were tired, upset and at some point during your divorce process you'd convinced yourself you didn't love him anymore, but the reality was that you were just so empty you weren't able to feel things, you were numb.

The day you both signed the divorce papers in front of your lawyer and you were questioned whether you two wanted to go ahead with that decision, your heart shattered into a million pieces, more than any fights, when you heard Marcus' justification to why he was asking for the divorce.

"I'd rather get divorced while still loving you, than remaining together and risking to hate you"

When you heard those words, you had a sudden urge to get up and tear those papers into pieces, tell him you were both making a huge mistake, that toyover him and that you could make it work, you wanted to tell him you still had a beautiful future ahead of you, you and the gorgeous family you would have together. And the moment you took a deep breath to finally say all that out loud, you looked at Marcus signing the papers and officializing the divorce.

That was the last time you saw your ex-husband Marcus Pike, you just had no idea the next time you would run into him again would be in a few years later, while he was taking his new fiancee on a date.

•••

Marcus sighed as he could see the lack of excitement in Teresa's face the moment they got to the exhibit, he just didn't know why she agreed to go out with him if she didn't like it, it would be so much easier for the two of them if she was honest and told him she'd rather stay home and read a magazine, that way they would both be happy, and Marcus wouldn't have the feeling he was trying too hard all the time. Teresa liked him, she must have liked him, otherwise she wouldn't have accepted his proposal and moved to DC with him. It was still early, she'd been there for a few weeks but he was confident things would work. He was hitting his forties now, one divorce, no kids and even if he finally got the position he had not only dreamed of but also worked so hard for in his dream job, he still felt something was missing. It took him a failed marriage to realize that money wasn't everything he needed, he simply missed the family he never had.

When he found Teresa he was still trying to pick the pieces of his heart, still trying to make things work on his own and when he saw her - an attractive, mature and intelligent woman, he thought that maybe he wouldn't be alone this time. You'd been the love of his life, he was convinced of that, but you two had gone way too fast and too intense, you were still young, you had so much to live so it made sense to him he would let you go and be free. He vowed himself not to rush into things, but this time it wasn't his choice, he was liking Teresa more and more and even if they weren't compatible most of the time, but when the opportunity of a lifetime came up he had to take his chances and she'd said yes. Still a little unsure and divided between him and Jane, but she said yes.

As they walked through the exhibit, he paid close attention to all the beautiful paintings scattered around the long hallways. He loved that atmosphere, the pictures so beautifully made by talented hands years or sometimes centuries ago.

"So it's just flowers?!" Teresa broke the silence as she looked around unimpressed and dragged his attention back to reality

"It's not just flowers, it's Monet… don't you like it? You told me you liked his paintings on our first date.." Marcus stated confused until the realization that she was just lying so she wouldn't appear ignorant or perhaps try to impress him a little. He saw how she cleared her throat and tried fixing what she just said but he stopped listening the moment he caught a glimpse of someone else crossing the same room and standing next to Rouen Cathedral, admiring it intently. He didn't even need to look twice to know it was you. You, who always loved that painting, even if it wasn't Monet's best in your ex-husband's opinion, you who had a fascination with old constructions such as cathedrals and would always snap several pictures of them, you, who was never exceptional at art but managed to get by and eventually fell more and more in love with art because of Marcus, not because you wanted to impress him or have him thinking you were smart, but because he actually made you see why he had that passion for it. And the moment that you turned around, his heart skipped a beat.

You looked the same, and yet, you also managed to look even more beautiful; more mature, more confident in yourself and for a brief moment Marcus was frozen in time, it was just like the first time he saw you, in which he could only see you in front of him and nothing else. He had no idea you still had that effect on him, it was so unusual and surprising and even if he had stalked your social media profiles here and there over the course of your separation, even if he wasn't proud of it, it was completely different than seeing you right there in front of him. He wasn't sure what to do, should he approach you? Talk to you? Pretend he didn't see you?

However, he didn't time to think any further about it, not when you turned around and spotted him, your eyes widening at the moment you saw him. Much to your surprise your heart also raced at the sight of your ex-husband. Was it your mind playing tricks or was he even more handsome? You hadn't planned on approaching him, but you felt as if you were being taken involuntarily towards him.

"Marcus?! Hi!" You said with a sweet smile as he politely greeted you, expressing how surprised he was to see you and even more so to actually talk to you

"Wow, you look great… So beautiful" he smiled as you blushed softly and giggled

"You too, still very handsome… so what brings you to D-" you interrupted by a woman who walked in and wrapped her arm around his waist. She eyed you up and down, even if she still tried to be polite and discreet about it. You swallowed hard feeling awkward and Marcus turned to the other woman

"This is Teresa, my fiancee and this is my ex-wife" he cleared his throat as he said your name and Teresa simply nodded her head. You returned the gesture and the moment you meant to ask him a question she barged in

"You're his ex-wife? But you're so young…" you could see the light pink spreading through his cheek and groaned at how dumb she really was.

"Yeah, I'm younger than him… and are you a little older than Marcus?" You returned the sting with the same amount of poison and she scoffed, looking at him and groaned

"I'll go to the restroom" she said without looking into your eyes and walked away, making you chuckle as Marcus shot you a questioning look which you just shrugged and went back to the question that was lingering on your mind

"So, what are you doing here in DC? Having a romantic getaway or vacations?"

"Actually, I've moved here after I was promoted to the head of the new art department" he said with his typical smile and you could see how his eyes crinkled, your heart warming up as you expressed genuine surprise and happiness to know that. You were a witness to how hard he had worked for that and it just filled your heart with pride to know he made it. You weren't sure how to act, perhaps it wasn't right, but you had already wrapped your arms around his neck and given him probably the tightest hug you'd ever done. Even if it was brief, you couldn't help but feel how built up he was, how stronger he'd become and his characteristic scent made you so warm on the inside, it felt like you could've stayed forever in his embrace.

"I'm so happy for you, Marcus! Honestly, you deserve it! I know I haven't been the most supportive wife and I'm very sorry about everything that happened, I should've been nicer to you, but well, all I'm trying to say is that I'm so proud of you!"

You said wholeheartedly and even if there were so many other things you needed to tell him, you knew it wasn't the right time and place. He just smiled and nodded, taking your hands into his big ones and thanking you for the support.

"Do you think we could grab a coffee or something? Just catch up?"

"I'd love to, but I don't know if it's a good idea, I mean, I can tell Teresa isn't my biggest fan and being honest with you, I wouldn't like my fiance's ex-wife around very much, but it's amazing to see you Marcus, truly, it makes me glad to know you are somewhat closer" you smiled again but let go of his hands the moment Teresa returned. Once more she just lingered around him, almost territorial as if she wanted to show you who owned Marcus. He also felt that, and it made him quite uncomfortable, so he cleared his throat and looked at you, saying goodbye and explaining they had dinner reservations.

As you watched them both leave, you felt a pang in your chest, thinking of the wonderful place he was probably taking her, the elaborate dates he had planned, the beautiful family they would probably build together. It could've been you, it was you for a while, unlike he might have thought you wanted all that with him, but it took you a divorce to realize it was a situation of the right person, wrong time. Perhaps if you tried again, it would work, you would like it to work, but Marcus had moved on, found himself someone he cared about and you had no right to break his heart and ruin his happiness once more.

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A/N: my besties, I really hope you enjoyed it! I don't know if this is just a one-shot or if there'll be a continuation but I am so happy how this turned out. I love Marcus and I'm so happy our handsome FBI boyfriend finally got his own piece here! ❤️ remember that feedback is life, I'd love to hear what you all thought of it ❤️

[magicalbuttertarts]

Could I request college professor Kenny Omega and college female student reader are broken up and he’s jealous of the rumors about her dating someone else on campus and it leads to make-up sex?

AEW Masterlist

Yes Professor (18+)

Kenny Omega x f/Reader

This has not been proofread. Please enjoy though.

Warnings: age gap, Kenny Omega is 40, f/Reader is in their early 20s. P in v. Unprotected sex. Oral (m receiving) cum swallowing.

Requested by anonymous. Hope you like it.

WC: 1288

©️ magicalbuttertarts 2024: do not repost or translate my work. This is the only place I post my work.

It has only been two week since I called our secret relationship off.

Two weeks and she has already found someone else.

I mean, I shouldn't be surprised, she is gorgeous, and young. She is almost done College and has her whole life ahead of her.

She doesn't need her much older Professor keeping her from following her dreams.

So as the final few months of her final year started to close in, I knew it was time to break it off.

I still remember the tears that threatened to fall as I tried to explain to her that she had her whole life ahead of her, and I didn't need to hold her back.

"I am sure you just want to make sure you have your next student lined up for next year to take my place." She angrily said.

I tried to explain to her that wasn't it, but she wouldn't listen.

I tried to tell her that she has and will be the only college student I would ever hook up/be with, but she walked out of my office, slamming the door behind her.

I collapsed in my chair, knowing that these last few months are going to be the hardest months of my life.

Then I could hear the whispers saying that she has been out partying and been seeing some guy.

Usually this wouldn't have been news here, but she as far as anyone else knew, she just wasn't interested in dating or hooking up with other people.

But as I watched her every day in my class, I tried to keep my feelings down.

I tried not to show how jealous I am of these stupid rumors, but when I saw her talking to one of the football players, and he was touching her arm, I kind of snapped.

I called out her name, and she looked up at me, with no emotion on her face.

"Yes Professor?" My cock twitched in my pants at her calling me that. It brought back memories of the first couple of times we hooked up and she would beg me to fuck her.

"Meet me in my office after class."

I could tell she was furious but she had no say in the matter.

So as the minutes ticked by, I didn't make eye contact with her as I came one of my final lectures before their final projects are due.

"You are dismissed. I will see you all Monday afternoon. Remember Tyler." The same football player who was touching her looked up at me. "You will be going first on Monday, so be prepared."

He already knew that. This was decided long before I saw their interaction.

I was sitting at my desk, when I heard her knock on my door.

"Please close the door behind you, and have a seat."

I heard her sigh but do as I ask.

She sat across from me, waiting for me to speak, but I didn't have any logical explanation on why she was here.

She was always the best in my class, even before we started seeing each other.

"Why am I here, Professor?"

I finally looked at her and could see the sadness in her eyes as she looked at me.

"I made a mistake." Was all I said.

"On my last quiz? Yes I believe so, I knew I got question 54 correct."

I shook my head no to that.

"You know what I mean."

"You're the only who broke up with me."

"I know, and I wanted you to move on, but..."

She cut me off before I could finish my sentence.

"So you heard those dumb rumors. Of course that is why I am here." She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest.

"I thought I could live without holding you or kissing you, ans the thought of you doing that with someone else is driving me insane."

"I am not doing that with anyone. Tyler asked me to help him study. He knows he needs a good grade to pass."

"Oh." Was all I said.

"We were together for a long time Kenny. I couldn't move on that fast even if I wanted too."

"I want you back. I'll go wherever you go. I know you can get a job anywhere." I could get a job at any college as well.

"I don't want to get back with you, just because you believe that I was with someone else." She said to me.

"No, the moment you closed the door when we broke up, I instantly regretted it."

"Kenny, I want to be with you, but you have to be certain you want to be with me."

I stood up, and walked around the table and stood next to her, getting on my knees and looking up at her, holding her hands in mine.

"I want to be with you, and only you."

She wrapped her arms around my neck and we kissed.

I wrapped my arms around her as I stood, never once stopping our kiss.

I picked her up and placed her on my desk, just like I did the first time we did this.

I started to kiss down her neck, as she was trying to undo the buttons of my shirt.

I pushed what little I had on my desk, not bothering to to care at this moment.

She reached down between our two bodies, unzipping my pants and pulling out my cock, jerking it a few times as she placed it against her pussy.

I moved her panties aside, as I slowly slid into her until I finally bottomed out.

"Fuck." I swore under my breath, resting my forehead against hers. I didn't move, savouring finally being inside her after so long.

My thrusts was methodical and deliberate. I knew how she liked it as I watched her fall apart in my arms.

Her juices soaking my cock and my desk below her.

"Kenny." She would gasp here and there, as she looked down at where our bodies were joined.

"You belong to me." I groaned as I sped up.

"Only you Kenny, only you." She whined as she kissed me.

I knew I wasn't going to last long. Not after only using my hand for the past few weeks.

She clung to me, moaning my name into the kiss as she came around my cock. Her pussy clenching around my cock so damn tight, it made me see stars.

I fucked her through her orgasm, knowing how she would would want this to end.

When I was almost at my peak, I pulled back for her to drop to her knees.

Her quickly wrapping her lips around my cock as the first rope of cum came.

She swallowed everything I had to give her as she looked up at me, and I down at her.

My heart felt like it was going to beat out of my chest as I helped her to feet and get her situated.

We fixed ourselves up and then I kissed her once more, moaning at the taste of me on her lips.

"Come to my place tonight. I'll make you dinner." I told her.

"I'll be there at 6, Kenny." She kissed me one last time, muttering that she loves me.

"I love you too, baby."

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His Sinful Devotion

Older! Dark! Church guy! Steve Rogers x Innocent! Naive! Preachers daughter! Reader

Part 7 (The end)

Series masterlist

Warnings: Age gap (Reader is 20 - Steve is late 30s early 40s) , Dark, manipulation, dub con, Steve is hardcore manipulative (I’m serious), reader is hardcore innocent (I'm serious), Loss of virginity, talks of past dark acts, sexual acts on someone sleeping, P in V, Unprotected acts, Wrap it before you tap it, 18+ only.

AN: I haven't posted in awhile. Life has been hitting hard over here in the Mav Household. I’m not going to bore you with everything thats happened, just know I appreciate your support and understanding.

Warning: This might be a bit tamer than the other parts, but that's because they’re married and it's time for the fairytale happy ending... duh ;)

AN2: This is the big sha-bang. The moment you’ve all been waiting for. But that doesn’t mean that’s the end of the story with church guy Steve— don’t want to give a lot away— but with the hidden message in the ending I have a few ideas to do some au one shots with this story using this steve and a different reader, if others want that. This story was actually only ever meant to be a one shot but I’m a whore for praise and ended up doing all this for the people. I’m a hero.

Word Count: 1,595

Everything has to be perfect. 

That’s what keeps going through Steve’s head. Everything needing to be perfect. For you. For him. 

The wedding planning didn’t take too horribly long, considering Steve had everything set up the moment he set his sights on you, but he still had to go about it in a way that seemed normal. Which wasn’t too hard to do, considering you looked to him to do everything for you anyway, just like he taught you. 

The time between getting engaged and the actual wedding day was only a month. Actually less than a month. 27 days in fact. But even then, it seemed like eternity to him. He was so close to his forbidden fruit, to stealing you away and living happily ever after with you. It just made the time seem to go by even slower. 

But now, after 27 excruciating days, Steve stares at himself in the mirror, his hair perfectly styled, tux fit to the nines, straightening out his bowtie, and he can’t help but relish in the now. He’s finally getting what he deserves. After years of thinking maybe this wasn’t meant for him, maybe he wouldn't get his story book, white picket fence, ending, he's finally here, it’s finally his turn. 

“You ready pal?” Bucky questions him from across the room, dressed similarly to Steve with the rest of his groomsmen, Sam, Tony, and Bruce.

Steve takes a breath, turns around, and smiles, “Absolutely.” 

His friends, who know how long he has waited, cheer, and Sam speaks up next, “Everything set up with the house?”

“The realtor closed today.” Steve nods, “We’ll be moved in, in New York, the second we get back from our honeymoon.” 

“That’s great man. We’ll be glad to finally have you back home.” Tony walks over and claps him on the shoulder. The rest of the men nod. All the men, outside of Bucky who is still in the beginning stages, has a woman of their own out in New York. All of them having the perfect life they deserve, and all of them happy another one of their friends is on that path as well. 

When the wedding planner comes and knocks on the door, all the waiting comes to a head. 

You're beautiful in your virgin white dress, the lace veil covering your face, as your father walks you down the aisle. Steve is even more sure you’re meant for him. Picture perfect, as if you came down from heaven just for him. The Lord molded you for him. His perfect girl. His entire devotion. 

The moment he lifts the veil and see’s your face, he’s actually certain you did come from heaven. His own personal angel. And he swears to himself then that he wont ever worship anything more than he worships you. Just like he knows you’ll only ever worship him. Just as you've been molded to do. 

The ceremony is traditional, per Steve’s request, but it’s also short and to the point. Steve’s waited long enough. 

It seems like everything after the moment you are pronounced husband and wife is a blur. You don't remember walking back down the aisle, or taking pictures. You don’t remember greeting your guests, or cutting the cake, or the first dance. Honestly you don’t remember much of the reception at all. You don’t even really remember leaving it, the send off, or the drive to the hotel. 

It’s like you don’t come back to your senses until the moment you are standing in front of the hotel suite door. Steve scoops you up in his arms, adamant on carrying you across the threshold. 

The suite is huge. Everything is marble white with gold accents. The walkway to the bedroom is covered in rose petals that lead all the way to the bed, where they make a heart. Champagne and crystal glasses lay on the table across the room, along with chocolate covered fruit. 

Steve gently sets you down in front of the bed, smiling down at you as he cups your cheeks, “My little wife.” He coos, leaning down to kiss your lips. The slow and gentleness only lasts a few seconds before Steve’s inhibitions come forward, the darkness within him that he’s only let slip in small amounts with you, seems to break through the cage completely. He’s been caged too long, held back too much, and the beast inside him finally comes forward. 

It’s as if his entire being engulfs yours, his lips feasting upon yours as his claws tear away at your dress, allowing the tattered white shreds to fall away to the floor. 

Your back hits the bed with more force than you were expecting and the small whimper that leaves you is swallowed by the monster above you. He relishes in the sounds of your trepidation, the wails of your hesitation, your pleads for him to slow, only further his desire. 

Despite your fears, he knows you are feeling the same desire as him, the wet justices coating his fingers tells him as much. His lips descend down your neck to your perked breasts as his fingers open you up for him. It doesn't matter how many times he's fingered you, you’re still so tight, squeezing his fingers with a firm grip. 

Even with the mad man inside him at the forefront, he still wants to be a good husband of you, wants to treat you right, shower you with so much love you don’t ever look for it outside of him. He want’s to give you so much pleasure. 

It’s why he curls his fingers just so, hitting the point that makes your eyes roll back and your toes curl. It’s why he keeps the pace steady, allowing you to rut against his digits as he praises you over and over, letting you get to your peak. 

“That’s it darling. Come for me. Come for your husband.” 

“Such a good girl for me.” 

“One more, give me one more.” 

He wears you out on his fingers to the point you can’t even see straight, and when you’re chest is heaving, sweat coating your body, mind fuzzy, he stands, towering over you as he discards his own clothes. 

He watches over you as he becomes just as bare as you. Watches the way your chest expands with each breath. The way you are practically glowing with the soft due on your skin. His cock is always hard for you, but right now, looking over you like this, knowing he gets to mark you as his forever, he's throbbing. 

He wastes no time climbing back on top of you, shushing you as your weak please for reprieve reaches his ears, he knows you don’t mean it, not really. The feeling of your slick coating his cock as he slowly drags himself through your lips has him growling, and he’s glad he tired you out enough on his fingers so much because he knows the last of his patience withers away.

Sinking into you is like arriving home. He’s positive he’s never felt such a euphoric rush in his life. And again, he’s glad he’s already made sure you’ve cum more than once before claiming you, because he knows he’s not going to last long.

His thrusts are animalistic, his grip on your hips tight as he makes you meet his each thrust. Skin slapping against skin. Hard, fast, and bruising. 

“My girl.” Steve moans from above you. All you can do is whimper and weakly moan, body too exhausted for anything else. “Only mine.” 

The only thing on Steve’s mind is marking you up. He’s got your entire being as his. Your mind, Your heart, and now, he want’s the one last thing he deserves. 

“Gonna cum inside you, honey.” Steve groans, hips continuing their assault on yours, “Over and over. Gonna fill you up with my seed. Mark your walls. Make you holy and completely mine.” 

The image of you dripping with his cum, the whiteness running down your leg, mixing with the sweat coating your body makes him more feral than before, and it’s enough to have his eyes roll back and his cock twitch inside you. He swears he’s never cum harder in his life. 

It’s exhilarating and blissful. Better than he imagined, and he imagined it a lot these past few months. He’s enamored by you. Completely and holy yours as you are his. His devotion is down right sinful, and he wouldn't have it any other way.

When he finally stops, he keeps himself inside you, knowing it’ll only be a few minutes before he’s ready to go again, and he peppers your face with kisses. Your body is so exhausted you’ve passed out, entirely spent, but that isn’t going to stop him from taking you again, and again, and again. Your his now and he can do as he pleases. 

Not like that’s ever really stopped him before. 

“My perfect little wife,” Steve caresses your cheeks, smiling down as he rubs his nose with yours. You’ve always been beautiful to him, but worn out on his cock, might be his favorite look yet, “We’ll be so happy together, I promise.” He vows, not for the first time today, that you both will have a happy life together. He knows you will. You’re perfect, better than the mistake he had before. You won’t do what she did. And he wont have to get rid of you like he did with her. No, this will be the happy ending he deserves. He knows it will. It has to be.

His devotions may be sinful, but what’s life without a little evil.

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[verosvault]

🚨SPOILERS FOR FANTASY HIGH JUNIOR YEAR EPISODE 8🚨

Dimension20 "Fantasy High Junior Year"

Episode 8 "Fracas at the Frostyfaire Folk Festival"

Timestamp: 00:20:30

Video Length: 5min.

Gorgug and his parents talk about the Frostyfaire Folk Festival (‣Pt. 1 | Pt. 2)

Brennan: "You see there's a bunch of people that already have little drum circles with fiddles and guitars and people just sort of like"

The gnomes in Gorgug's neighborhood: "Lai-dee-dai, lai-dee-dai, lai-dee-dai, lai-dee-dai"

Zac: "Gorgug's just looking out his window like, guess it's that all day, huh?"

Brennan: "Wilma and Digby are downstairs. They're powering through breakfast. They've got clipboards. There's some people with surveillance. They're like,"

The Thistlesprings: "All right, this is gonna be great! This is such an honor, to be able to host. Gorgug! Morning, bud! How you doing?"

Gorgug: "Hey, I'm doing good."

Zac: "I'm, like... And this is just maybe a question for Brennan, but have we had this festival here before?"

Brennan: "No, your parents go this every year."

Zac: "Yeah."

Brennan: "But hosting it's a huge deal. The festival actually kind of moves all over Solace. They've sometimes gone up to Ashgrove or the Dunefort or other places to try to participate in this, but yeah, Frostyfaire bounces all over the country."

Gorgug: "So Mom and Dad, I feel, you know... I'm here to help with whatever this is, you know? And uh-"

The Thistlesprings: "Absolutely, absolutely. Well, you know, we tried to throw some tarps over the projects that are kinda halfway done. We're getting some blankets. I mean, people are gonna bring their own blankets. We're getting some blankets out on the hillside, facing the stage. The stage is right out the back door, at the bottom of the hill. It's gonna be great. We got all these great- and kind of an interesting, we have... Have you ever heard of emotional music?"

Gorgug: "Emotional? Are you talking about emo music?"

The Thistlesprings: "Yeah!"

Gorgug: "Yeah. It's pretty cool. Actually a type of music I think is cool."

The Thistlesprings: "Oh, well, great! We love it."

(The judgemental glance from Emily is SO FUNNY!!!!! 😂🤣💀)

Emily: *offended* "You're out of the band." 😭✋

Zac: "I mean, it's okay!" 😂🤣💀

The Thistlesprings: "There's a band coming that your... I mean, I know that Fig is not touring right now, but Lola Embers got in touch with us, your old, you know, she represented you by way of representing Fig."

Gorgug: "I was really just kinda hanging on. It felt like I was sailing behind the boat."

The Thistlesprings: "Hey, you're a great drummer! This is our rock star sports team kiddo."

Gorgug: "I'm okay."

The Thistlesprings: "With the straight As!"

Gorgug: "Mostly."

The Thistlesprings: "Well, you know, but that's the thing, you know? Well, hey!"

Brennan: "And you actually hear a knock on the door and you see that your biological parents walk in, Roz and Gorbag. Gorbag is like,"

Gorbag: "Hey, Gorgug!" *Gives a big hug*

Brennan: "Roz says hi to Wilma."

Roz: "Hi, hi! Coming in to say hello!"

Brennan: "And they're sort of excited to be here as well, 'cause you remember Gorbag was a musician."

Gorgug: "Are you guys playing today?"

Gorbag: "Yeah! Well, I'm just jamming. I just like to come. There's a drum circle that's been going for 40 years, since the start of Frostyfaire."

Gorgug: "That's too long."

Gorbag: "What happens is, the festival's only once a year, but every year, the last guy or gal or person who's drumming at the drum circle, they take a small little drum and they keep it going all year long, kinda like the Olympic torch."

Ally: "Finger drumming!" 😂😂

Brennan: "Finger drum." 😂😂

Gorbag: "So the drum circle hasn't stopped in 40 years."

Gorgug: "What would happen if it stopped?"

Gorbag: *cries*

Brennan: "He starts to cry." 😂🤣😭💀✋

Gorgug: "No, hey! Hey, it's okay!" 😭✋

Gorbag: "Music is a part of a tradition. It's something that unites all of us."

Brennan: "You see Digby puts a little arm around his calf, he's so tall. Digby goes,"

Digby: "Yeah, don't even worry about a C. That's, you know..."

Brennan: "You see that Gorbag says,"

Gorbag: "A C? I thought it was..." And he looks at it and says, "Porter give you a C?"

Gorgug: "Yeah."

Gorbag: "He almost fuckin' failed me, man."

Gorgug: "Really?"

Gorbag: "Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah."

Gorgug: "He's been- He doesn't- I don't think we're speaking the same language, to be honest. I don't know."

Brennan: "You see Wilma looks and says,"

Wilma: "Have you tried making him a little cup of tea and sitting down and saying, 'hey, you know, I feel like I'm letting you down and I wanna know how to do a better job so that I can put a smile on that face?'"

Gorgug: "Not exactly that. I've tried maybe something kinda similar. I think I have to go a completely different direction though, honestly."

Wilma: "Baked good."

Gorgug: "It's not so completely... Yeah, I'll try baked goods. I'll try that, I'll try that."

Wilma: "All right."

Brennan: "You see Gorbag says,"

Gorbag: "Well, listen. I know you're Mr. Study right now, you're taking four classes at once, but if you got a second, I think me and Dig, me and Wilma and Dig and Roz might be down to that drum circle. Maybe you grab some bongos or, you know, get something from the kit. Get a little snare. All drums welcome."

Gorgug: "Okay, yeah, I'll give it a shot. I can bring my snare, just head on down."

Gorbag: "Yeah."

Brennan & Zac: *both mimicking snare drums*

Brennan: "Everyone just starts tapping around, and Wilma goes,"

Wilma: "There's music everywhere!"

Zac: "Specifically in that drum circle." 😂🤣

[idontknowmyownmind]

Peaceful Modern AU

Just a sudden thought after reading a thread on twitter.

Painter OG!Cale

Mysterious OG!Cale

Everyone, every character ever mentioned, reincarnated in a modern world. In a peaceful world.

No past life memories getting.

Purely original soul without any relocation.

Deruth and Jour never married but they had one night stand that resulted in Cale.

Deruth never knew because Jour never told him and chose to fly from Korea to somewhere and be a single mother.

KRS was adopted by Eruhaben.

OG!Cale doesn't have memories of past-life but he has dreams.

Vague dreams about his 40 yrs as Henituse and some years as someone else but still the same person.

Faint dream about someone similar to him and all his stories.

(Let's say that they meet again in their last moment and share stories of their life)

The dreams are all vague and faint in his memories, but things that strongly attach into his mind are the emotions.

Cale always liked drawing or painting.

So he drew, sketched, and painted all his dreams. He just lets his mind and hand take complete control when he draws or paints.

When Cale started to draw or paint, it's like his hand moved on its own. His mind likes blanking of everything but what he draws or paints.

Jour thinks it's just her son's wild imagination.

At the age of 20, Cale and his mother go back to Korea because Jour needs to inherit his brother's company.

Cale brought all his paintings and drawings with him.

He has his own room exclusive for this… hobby of his.

One of his college friends found out about this when they visited him in his studio.

Cale never hides them but not tells others either.

Some of the drawings and paintings contain a silhouette of a person or more.

(Those people, if they see, they will feel familiar but can't put their fingers on it.)

They convinced Cale to open a gallery to show his paintings and drawings to other people after they bawl their eyes over some of the drawings and paintings that seem like pouring the feeling in it out.

The characters are scattered around the world. Some of them are already acquainted with each other, either since childhood or meet when they are adults.

Fun fact, Cale and Venion is friends here.

What if that friend, who bawled their eyes ugly is actually Venion? Who knows.

There is no bad guy, just some redeemable asshole here.

[choccyhearts]

90's!Eddie Headcanons

Note: I always like imagining how Eddie would adapt with the 90's since it is lowkey very different from the 80's, so here's some random thoughts ^_^

CW:

Cut his hair around the beginning of the decade

I really couldn't tell you why my brain won't let this go, but I really believe that he would've thought that The Blair Witch Project was real (like not for a suuuper long time, but maybe before seeing it he would)

(But he would NOT have made that mistake again with Paranormal Activity in the 00's...totallyyyy...)

He prepared for Y2K "just in case"

He told the others that it was stupid and that people were all worked up over nothing

But did drag along a case of beans, beer and a first-aid kit with him to Steve's New Year's Eve party "just in case"

(He left his other favorite belongings in his van)

His precious van did sadly break down but that was okay cause he ended up just getting a new one instead :)

He refuses to not drive a van, honestly

Would maybe depart from that though if he had access to hearse

Despite being the rough around the edges metalhead he is, he would find a love for Britney Spears

Like ya know how today there's a collection of metalheads who love Carly Rae Jepsen and see her as their emotional support pop girly? That's what Britney is for him

Thought Scream was a masterpiece and forced the others to dress up as the characters with him for Halloween (you can take your guess as to who he was...)

(Stu, duh.)

Speaking of Halloween costumes, the older gang would also dress up as the Friends characters (because c'mon, these are yt ppl..) (He was Joey because he refused to be anyone else) (Yes him and Steve argued over it resulting in a coin toss to make the decision) (Steve was Ross)

He's def a Seinfeld>Friends kinda guy

He's also a Simpsons>Family Guy kinda guy

Fuckin' loves DunkAroos

Got lost at a Nirvana concert (this applies to both Rockstar!Eddie or regular Eddie)

Rockstar!Eddie and Corroded Coffin went on SNL

Eddie told Mike Myers he was hilarious but kept calling him "Michael" to be "respectful" (also cause he thought it was hilarious)

Got Adam Sandler's autograph for Steve

Isn't a fan of ICP or juggalos but can accept them from afar

(Is highkey thankful he went to high school in the 80's because otherwise he would've had some juggalos sitting at the Hellfire table)

Celebrated the beginning of his 30's with a bottle of champagne and a pack of DunkAroos

Would also mourn his 20s but not entirely

His first time using the Internet, he looked up porn

Not cause he was in the mood or anything, but just to see what was there

He's not allowed to use Steve's computer anymore

Embraced the younger ones' new phases :

Lucas styling himself after Will Smith in Fresh Prince (which btw not an Eddie hc but Lucas and Max dressed as Men in Black for Halloween on year, okay bye)

Max definitely embraced the grunge style of dress

El loving riot grrrl bands due to their boldness and unabashed expression of emotions (Eddie thinks it's badass)

The boys' love for video games surging due to history being made before their very eyes (Sonic, Crash, Super Mario 64, etc.)

Eddie gets high and watches Kevin Smith movies

Misses his long hair after watching Jay & Silent Bob :(

Likes Goosebumps books and collects them for his future children

The whole crew went to go see Space Jam expecting it to be really dumb and dopey

Everyone left with their lives changed

Forced Steve and Lucas to teach him basketball

It went exactly how you'd expect it go

Fell asleep watching Titanic at movie night

Freaked TFFF out when he got high and watched the Truman Show

Then let his fear subside and would make jokes

"Steve, move out of the way, you're blocking my good angle" *is staring at a plant pot*

Wants smoke with the Chucky doll

Tried growing out a small beard towards the end of the decade

Didn't really feel it, will try again in his 40s

Rockstar!Eddie bought Wayne a house in '95

Made sure the kitchen had lots of cupboard space

Eddie didn't cry until he was leaving after moving Wayne in

Wayne didn't cry until he started putting up picture frames of Eddie through out the years

Mechanic!Eddie saved up for a house for the two of them to rent

Either version Eddie got Wayne a black labrador

Wayne was your typical "I don't need a dog to worry about, messing up my furniture" type of man

They're attached at the hip after one day

"This Green Day isn't half bad"

Despite knowing that it isn't his first actual drink, Eddie is psyched to take Dustin out for his 21st birthday, just the two of them

Steve tracks them down, upset he wasn't the one to buy Dustin his first drink

Dustin doesn't even care as long as he isn't the one paying

This would be the decade that Eddie properly settles down with someone

Gets married early in the decade

Decides to have kids towards the end of the decade/early 00s

I'm gonna cap it here ^_^

[whatyourusherthinks]

Bob Marley: One Love Review

Bob Marley: One Love has had a weird pre-watching history for me. When I heard the premise, I thought, dope. I'd totally watch a Bob Marley biopic. Then a manager at work told me it was supposed to come out last year and they had screenings that went down horribly. Egh. But the opening weekend sold a lot of tickets! And sales went significantly down shortly after...

Whatever happens this is going to be interesting.

What's The Movie About?

The biopic shows the attempted assassination of Bob and the aftermath of everyone's survival. Kinda.

What I Liked.

First, the music is really good. Obviously. There was a couple moments here and there I thought were pretty interesting, for example they showed Bob getting the inspiration of the album Exodus and that was cool. I liked Bob's charity work and how they showed his beliefs through his music career. And there was a pretty touching moment at the end when Bob confronts his would-be assassin, although I don't know if it actually happened or not.

What I Didn't Like.

The story is unfocused. It starts about Bob dealing with the aftermath of the shooting and having PTSD, but then he moves to London and it seems like the movie completely forgets about that plot point. There's three plot developments that seem like they should important but are brought up 40 minutes before the credits roll and resolve super quick, or is the outcome of the plot point is explained with text over actual pictures or video of the real Bob Marley. Speaking of which, this is a nitpick, but the actor who plays Bob Marley does not look like him, and it's really obvious with the ending. Also, there's a scene of the Bob singing 'Three Little Birds' and he stops and the crowd continues to sing in the trailer that is not in the final movie. Speaking if nitpicks, there's like a million flashbacks in the movie that aren't presented super well, but whenever the flashback to Bob and his wife when they are young adults (I think they're supposed to be like 18 or 20) the actors look 15. Also, I went to see this movie with my sister. And we couldn't understand half the dialogue. Is it because we're two white kids who've never been to or met anyone from Jamaica? Probably.

My final criticism is getting it's own section because I feel like I'll need to justify myself, but half this movie is a shitty religious movie. What I mean by that is half the movie is about Rastafari and how Bob Marley is a believer of that religion, but rather that having an explanation of the religion or focusing on debate between people of different faiths, it's just dogma. Either Bob says he's struggling emotionally and his wife or his priest says "Believe Rastafari!" and he's all better, or some white guy is questioning how he's promoting himself or making his music and he says "I'm doing it the way Rastafari wants!" and it completely shuts down the conversation. See, I've praised spirituality in other movies like The Color Purple, but that felt like I was being explained a unique perspective on an already existing belief. I like learning about theology because I'm gaining knowledge that can be pretty damn fascinating. The only thing I really learned from this movie is that Lions are an important symbol of Rastafarians, but I don't know why. It's just reiterating the movie's beliefs, refusing to accept criticism, and saying fuck you if you disagree.

Final Summation.

So the movie is not good. It's fine, but my big sticking point is that the only reason to see this movie is to hear the music, and to learn about Bob Marley. And you could literally get the same experience reading Bob's Wikipedia page while listening to a Bob Marley and the Wailers record. So save your money on a ticket.

[nostalgebraist-autoresponder]

Title: A Practical Guide To Evil

Author: Joseph Finder

Rating: 2/5 stars

This is not a book for the young. It is a book for people in their 30s and 40s, perhaps 50s and 60s. This is about the era when it still seems like anyone you choose to spend your life with could be your last choice. (And maybe in fact you will never find anyone else who could be the last choice, but let's not get ahead of ourselves.) We're talking the 70s here. You're getting old, you haven't found a good thing, and you're still hanging around, still wasting your youth. It's been a long, lonely time. Now you finally get to decide who that will be for you: that's what this book is.

Finder sets himself up as this guy who came up "late" to life, and all of the old people he meets are already settled down and married with children, but there he is, just another old man. And his story is a story that's about you. How did they do it? How did they find happiness in that late stage of life? That's the question the book asks, over and over. (Of course they had the chance to "find happiness" in a bunch of other ways, but these are the stories Finder chooses to tell. A man can pick and choose his topics. You know what this is about.)

It's not so much that Finder's a bad writer, and certainly he's not horrible like, say, Dan Savage -- but there are some real problems with his voice here. Some of it is that Finder is just a different kind of human being than the vast majority of writers. The book takes place over about 40 years, so at least some of his anecdotes (about the people he's meeting) are from the last 25 or so. And what that means is that he was an adolescent for a long time, not just in college, and that has made a certain amount of his self-presentation less credible than it should be. It's not that all the "older" people he meets have lives that are less interesting than they seemed when he was younger -- because some of them don't. But he comes across as a very young man, especially in the beginning, and a lot of this feels like the sort of thing young men would say when they haven't figured out a sense of irony yet.

Another issue is that he keeps coming back to things that sound impressive and cool or funny as "moments of truth." For instance, in his first chapter he tells us about meeting a middle-aged man who gave up "a successful career" to become a computer programmer. There are plenty of people whose lives are richer, more interesting, and more surprising than this. What makes this one particularly significant? What makes it worth telling this story of an older man who was just like him, a teenager, back in the day? I guess I can't be too hard on him here, he's not trying to change anything, just make this a part of a world of possibilities, where this can be the thing I happen to have found out about.

That's not much of an answer, to be honest. The actual book doesn't deserve this. It has all the cliches, all the old tropes, and the stories are really boring. (That man's story really is boring -- not that there's nothing wrong with boring stories, just not this one.) I can understand why he picked that story -- it was what he thought was the most moving -- but the entire book should have gone differently. I guess I just don't like boring books. If I'm bored by a story, I want it to get better, not worse.

This book might have been better, I think, if it had started out with the sort of thing you'd find in the sort of self-help books people have been writing for about 20 years: it would start out with a narrative, about this middle-aged guy who wanted to have a life, and he went through some things and found them helpful, and then he would start saying things like "well, what I learned from this stuff can be applied to many more problems, including many you haven't thought of yet!" or something. (I mean, there's nothing necessarily wrong with doing this, just don't think of it as the premise of your book -- your book is about all these people with lives you've read about, and you're just the voice telling them some things. You've been to a few parties like this in your life, you know how it goes.) But I didn't find it in this book at all. I got the sense that it was just a story about the things he's told us about and they're all pretty banal, and that the "main" things to talk about are how he didn't find happiness until the last few years of his life, and how he felt a little sad at that.

This book is worth reading if you think that's how life looks, but it wouldn't be worth reading just to find out what life can look like if you choose to do it.

I also have mixed feelings about the title. On the one hand, it has a certain pretension, and you can't go wrong with "pretentious titles." If you're going to write something about how life is awful, why not call it "How Life Can Be." But on the other, I really do think "evil" has a stronger and more interesting claim to the title than "life." I think the whole thing is about the unpredictability of life, both good and bad. It's about the fact that some things can happen in a lifetime that are just totally unlike anything you were expecting. There's some sort of inevitability there, a force pushing you out of your narrow bounds. Sometimes that force is good. But there are other times, when the good and the bad seem to go together -- "evil" is one way of putting it -- and it's a little unnerving to think about the possibility of something going "completely wrong." There's a part of you that doesn't want to believe in the possibility, and even when you have to, it isn't comfortable. And to a certain extent this is what is implied in "A Practical Guide To Evil."

Anyway, "life" is a good, straightforward, non-pretentious title. And "evil" just seems like it's trying to do too much, to be too clever. The book could be about "unpredictability" and "change" and "uncertainty" or whatever, without having a title that says "evil."

[thought-bubble-doodly-doo]

From (MGM Plus) Better Get a Season Three, Because I Have SO Many Unanswered Questions, and I doubt ANY of Them Will Be Answered by the Season 2 Finale.

A probably non-exhaustive list of remaining questions I have about the Town. 

1. Will Fatima’s baby be a normal baby or is a monster brewing inside of her? 

2. Was the corpse woman in Elgin’s dream Fatima or was it just a lady wearing a similar shirt? 

3. How was Fatima able to conceive if it was medically impossible for her to do so?  What kind of LOST magic island John Locke can walk again rigmarole is going on here?  

4. Is Sarah actually somehow connected to the town?  Or is she just nuts? 

5. Were the voices in Sarah’s head delusions or were they similar to the voices being heard over the radio? 

6. If Viktor’s sister was able to draw the tower their mother supposedly went to that means she didn’t die the same night as everyone else did.  So how did she die? 

7. Who is the boy in white and what are his motivations? 

8. Is Sarah right about the fears of the dead townspeople coming to life as monsters in the forest? 

9. What’s up with that lighthouse and the ghost kids? 

10. What’s up with the giant spiderwebs in the forest? 

11. Where did the talismans originally come from, and how do they ward off the monsters?  I know the answer is magic, but I would like a little more explanation.  

12. What was the creature that jostled Boyd’s tent around in season 1?  

13. Why are so many people hearing the music box now?  At first I thought maybe Boyd infected the others that were with him when he cut himself open that night at the medical ward.  But now people who weren’t there for that are hearing it too.  (Randall, Donna, etc.)  

14. What was up with that guy chained up in the forest that magically vanished?  What about the other two skeletons beside him?  

15. If the creatures or entities or whatever can start going Freddy Krueger on the townspeople, does that explain why there are so many weird coincidences?  They may not be in a dream, but does this mean the monsters have always had access to the dreams/memories of the people they torment? 

16. The monsters live in caves underground during the day and only come out at night.  So does this mean sunlight can hurt them?  If they could somehow trap a creature and leave it out until the sun rises would it shrivel up like a vampire? 

17. Is the “silver” bullets didn’t work, is there any use for that bile they found in Smiler’s gullet? 

18. I don’t know if I buy into the whole “It’s a giant experiment” theory, but that old lady is SUS AS HELL, and I want to know if she’s a monster of some sort or just a creepy grandma. 

19. Does Jade seeing the Civil War soldiers mean the town has existed since at least 1861 or was it just a more random hallucination? 

20. Why do the Monsters wear such old-timey clothes?  Are they former victims transformed into creatures and if so, are we ever gonna see one of the more current victims smiling outside someone’s window one day? 

21. What is that symbol Jade is seeing everywhere?  Where did it come from?  What does it mean? Is it gonna drive him insane and make him kill everyone like it did to that guy in Viktor’s time.  Or did the symbol never drive him insane and he started to (implied) murder everyone for some other reason? 

22. How was Viktor able to survive 40 years in this town without the talismans to protect him at night?  I know the guy’s kind of a wallflower, but he can’t go undetected that long that easily, right?  

23. If Elgin had dreams about the town on the bus, how far does the town’s power extend?  Did they already run into the tree, and thus were already trapped when he had the dream, or can the town send someone dreams before they arrive? 

24. Furthermore, can the town PICK who it wants to end up in it?  Because Christy’s fiancée showing up has gotta be more than just coincidence. 

25. Why have the town’s seasons been stuck in stasis forever and are only now changing? 

26. Is Viktor right that the trees are moving, and if so, what the heck does that even mean?  Is the town expanding like the universe or is it just some giant dollhouse and one of the realm entities didn’t put their toy back exactly in place? 

27. One of Viktor’s drawings is the town in a giant snow globe, and that’s gotta mean something right?

28. Were the voices over the radio even real?  Because now with Kristy and possibly Randal and definitely Julie seeing the cicadas without being asleep, shared hallucinations of the same event are confirmed within the show.  So did Jim and Donna really hear a voice or did they both just hallucinate the same thing? 

29. How are they going to deal with the lack of resources?  The food shortage?  The increasing lack of space?  If winter comes to the town, do they have enough warm clothing and firewood for everyone to stay alive? 

30. If they’re not even safe in their sleep anymore, how are thy going to survive past a couple of days?  Because staying awake is not a sustainable solution, and it doesn’t look like you can just wake someone up from the nightmare. 

31. If the song they’ve been hearing “They steal, they break, yadda yadda, stop the music” is an old nursery rhyme, does this suggest people have been able to escape the town long in the past and survive to tell stories about it?  Is this just another example of the town repurposing information it shouldn’t have access to?  

I am really invested in this show, and I would just like some answers pretty please.  <3  

[yoongiblunt]

So this post has levels cause I’m in a mood rn.

This guy I was friends with a while back was in a really shitty relationship. His partner did not work, did not help with household things, and made him feel like shit about himself. There were nights we talked at length about how he just wanted to get out of that relationship because it came at a part of his life where he was trying hard to grow and cope from more damaging issues. He called me his brother, we were close, and he promised me a lot of things.

When he left that relationship he brightened up and kind of started showing us more of himself—- just to get into a deep relationship with a 19 year old. Keep in mind, he was barely 20 at the time. Naturally, he didn’t tell me she was 19. So she would come over with him and we would smoke weed together and hang out. She never really talked to me very much. I tried to kind of be her friend, but I was mostly worried about this dude because he had only been single for 2 weeks before he was in love with this girl.

When I met her she was using they/them pronouns and was non-binary. After being with him for like a month I noticed he was constantly using she/her. A friend* of ours also mentioned it to me saying that it pissed him* off that he would change her pronouns and what not and that she wasn’t a girl but he kept calling her one.

She got pregnant like,,, 3-4 months in. Now they’re getting married. They moved off together. Everyone has had intense feelings about this relationship and have even mentioned how it’s a shame abortion is not legal because they are children from two very religious families.

That’s all neither here nor there, just context on the environment.

We all think he’s dumb for moving away and actively giving up the growing music career he had started, his band was even in talks of tours with our friends label. It was a bright start. We are watching the singer* of his band thrive in another band that has made it onto the top 40 of their respective country music charts (lmao).

We care about him and his growth, but more than that we are watching a freshly 19 year old queer person move in with her boyfriends parents and recant an identity she was growing, while also marrying him and carrying his child.

But we want to support him, I want to support him.

Tell me why tho, even though the only reason i have this kind of context is because his friends have voiced this to me, that I was not invited to the wedding. I never once made him feel small or made him feel like I didn’t support him.

His best friends are the ones who have talked the most shit and they’re in the wedding.

I was told I would be in the bachelor party because I was his brother, but here we are.

Moving forward, his fiancé is 19. And they posted some dahmer Stan ass shit and I was like hey maybe take a look at the Isbell family’s statements and how they actually don’t want this movie to be made.

Her and her white friends literally dog piled on me and called me chronically online???

Lbr, I don’t have a tiktok, I barely use most social media aside from reposting things. I think I spend a couple hours a day scrolling thru Twitter just because I want to step out of the small town shit.

Why is saying that black families should be respected especially when they are asking people to not consume something a bad take? Why is that cringe? And also, I’m back on tumblr because I needed a space to mass post because I am *so bad at social media*.

I lost all of my online friends because I cannot maintain a presence.

I just sort of don’t want to be picked at lately and these white kids are on my nerves. Worry about ur baby and your husband smh. Chronically online my dick.

Also I need to figure out if there’s still a read more feature to this

[becca-e-barnes]

Your dad’s best friend is struggling to adapt to living alone, so you make an offer to move in temporarily to help him. The only problem is, this is the guy you’ve been thirsting over for a long time.

The Divorce

Finally!! I’m so sorry this took a little longer than I planned! Kind of merged a few different ideas that you guys seemed keen on into one fic here! Personally, I don’t place a huge value on virginity but you guys asked for it so here it is!

Pairing: Dad’s Best Friend Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 4.5K (No wonder this one felt so long!!)

Summary: Your dad’s best friend is coming out of a rough divorce so you agree to keep him company. He’s also quite surprised to hear you’re still a virgin

Warnings: Smut, alcohol mention, significant age gap (Bucky is in his 40’s, reader is in her early 20’s), loss of virginity, handjobs, dirty talk, praise kink, divorce mention, cheating mention, unprotected sex, vaginal fingering, food mention

Minors, do not interact

You weren’t sure what was going on with Bucky anymore.

The usually reserved older man was the very definition of sunshine and light these days. His smile took over his face, he was so easy going, nothing seemed to bother him in the slightest.

Bucky was quite a positive person, all things considered, so that wasn’t really out of the ordinary.

But what surprised you was the fact that he was still so happy not long after finding out this wife had been cheating on him.

He hadn’t even known her all that long, in truth. They had dated for a little while, married quickly and moved into a house together but that was all in the space of a year. She’d barely lasted two months of being ‘Mrs Barnes’ before Bucky came home from work early one afternoon and caught her in their bed with her coworker of all people.

She’d begged for forgiveness of course. Begged for a second chance. Begged to make things right but Bucky hadn’t given in.

And why should he? Sure, he was secretly heartbroken but he knew what he wanted. He knew he didn’t want to stay married to someone who didn’t value him like he valued her and he was totally right. Even though almost everyone saw it coming but him.

But your dad wasn’t convinced by Bucky’s act. Not even a little. He had known Bucky far too long to believe Bucky would be okay so soon. Marriage, in Bucky’s eyes was a commitment. He was so dedicated to his wife and he valued her, even if they didn’t always seem like the happiest couple in the world. No one looking at their relationship from the outside could’ve said they seemed particularly in love but that was no one’s business but theirs and for a while, things had seemed to be working regardless.

But now Bucky had moved out of his house, leaving his soon-to-be ex wife in it. He had moved into a modest little apartment, one that was dull and drab but it had a bed, a kitchen and a bathroom so it would do in the short term.

“Honey, do you think you could do me a favour?” Your father asked nonchalantly at dinner one evening and you nodded a little, your mouth full of pasta.

“There’s a big game on tomorrow night, you wouldn’t mind keeping Bucky company, would you? I have to work late and your mom is going to your aunt’s and I just don’t want him to be left alone at the moment.” He knew he didn’t need to tell you what sports game it was. It’s not like you would care much anyway.

“I was just gonna crash on his couch afterwards, I’m sure he wouldn’t mind you doing the same.” Truthfully, you weren’t all that interested in sports but you shrugged your shoulders and agreed anyway, knowing that you and Bucky would have a nice evening no matter what. He just needed some company, you didn’t really have to pay attention to the game.

So that was how you ended up climbing the stairs up to his flat the following evening, a few of your dad’s beers and snacks in hand, ready to spend the evening with your head tucked in your phone.

You gave the door two little knocks, tucking a flyaway strand of hair behind your ear before it opened, Bucky standing on the other side, beaming as always.

“Angel! Thank you for coming! God, look at you, you look beautiful, come in!” He grinned softly, arms wrapping around your waist as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

It was torturous how good he smelled, never mind how good he looked.

“Good to see you too Bucky!” You laughed, only able to hug him with one arm.

He was sporting just a little stubble but it suited him, his body so warm as it pressed against yours.

But then his heat was gone almost as quickly as you had registered it, one hand on the small of your back, leading you inside.

The place was spotless, everything neatly arranged but his own belongings were minimal. There were no photos anywhere, nothing personal and it made you more than a little sad for him.

“Game starts in half an hour sweetheart, I was just gonna make the nachos your dad likes and order some food but we can get whatever you like.” It wasn’t hard to see the excitement radiating from him and that’s when you realised you were probably the first person outside of his job that he’d spoken to in quite a while.

“Sounds great Bucky, your nachos are the best!” Your enthusiasm only made him happier, as did the fact you didn’t hesitate to make yourself at home, opening a beer each and placing the rest neatly into his fridge.

It was almost strange how natural it felt, being so domestic with Bucky, just letting him work away in the kitchen while you sat on the counter, talking about work and anything else that popped into your heads.

He listened to every single word you said, actually taking an interest in everything you talked about and God, did it feel like such a pleasant change.

The beers slowly disappeared as you chatted on the kitchen floor, your backs pressed against the kitchen cabinet, the game playing in the background, almost entirely forgotten about. Not that either of you cared. For Bucky, it was never about wanting to watch the game, it was about company and companionship, usually with your dad but he was finding your company just as fulfilling. He didn’t actually care who won or lost in the slightest.

It didn’t take long for the beers to run out, moving on to something a little bit stronger. You were both pleasantly buzzed, your tongues getting looser under the effects of the whiskey, innocent touches lasting just a little too long, his eyes flitting over your body, hoping he didn’t accidentally spend so long staring at your breasts that you noticed.

“God honey, it’s awful but honestly, I just miss the sex more than anything else. Miss feelin’ her. It’s so stupid, jus’ can’t…. Can’t stop thinkin’ about how good it felt. Shit, it’s pathetic.” Bucky was getting vulnerable and you were happy to listen, taking his hand in yours to offer a little support.

“It’s not stupid Buck. Keep going, it’s good to talk about it.” Bucky wasn’t even sure he wanted to. Definitely not with you anyway. Not when your body was so close to his, your perfume intoxicating him more than any drink ever could and shit, you were understanding him even though your life experiences were so different to his.

“I’ve said enough angel, the divorce is for the best.” He smiled sadly, looking down at your linked hands, giving yours a little squeeze.

“It’s definitely for the best Buck. But I get it, losing that intimacy must be awful. I mean, I wouldn’t know but… You two were close. Sex must be nice when you trust the other person like that.” Bucky was hanging on every word that tumbled from your lips, watching as your mouth moved, feeling the cogs in his brain turn slowly.

“You wouldn’t know? I’m sure you’ve dated in the past?” Bucky asked softly, the alcohol emboldening him to pry into your private life. He had spilled his to you so it was only fair.

“I mean yeah, I’ve dated but I’ve just never… Found someone I trust enough to have sex with. Never felt like that about someone before.” You felt like you should’ve been embarrassed to admit your little secret but your blood in your veins was buzzing pleasantly, another sip of whiskey washing over your tongue and you couldn’t find it in yourself to care.

“Shit angel, you’re a virgin?” Bucky sounded enraptured. “You’re easily the prettiest girl in this town, you could have anyone you want.”

“It’s more than that though Buck. Want to be with someone who knows what they’re doing. Don’t want it to be awkward and awful and sore. Wanna enjoy it. Wanna feel good.” Every last word was making his heart thump, blood rushing to his dick of its own accord.

“I guess you’re right angel. Those boys your age only care about getting themselves off. They have no idea what good sex means for a woman.” His lips looked so pink and soft and wet with whiskey, you almost felt a little lost just looking at them.

“Just need a man I can trust. A man I know will take care of me. A man that knows how to make my first time exactly what I’m looking for.” Your breath felt scorchingly hot against his face. Oh god, when had you moved closer? How hadn’t he noticed? Your fingers were still laced together, you thumb running gently over his and that’s when he realised, he needed this far too badly.

“Sweetheart…. We um…. This isn’t a good idea-“ he began but he was cut off by the feeling of your lips hitting his.

He couldn’t help the heat burning inside him as your hand came to tentatively land on his cheek, his hands moving to your waist to pull you closer. Between opening up about the divorce and hearing you were a virgin and the fact you were both sobering up very quickly, Bucky was getting lost in the feeling of being wanted. The feeling of taking care of another and being taken care of in turn.

But shit, the kiss was getting far too heated far too fast and he could feel how badly you wanted this. He could feel your passion, your need for your first time to be on your terms and he almost admired how you weren’t afraid to tell him exactly what you wanted.

But you were both getting far too caught up in the moment and he’d be damned if he was going to let your first time be on the kitchen floor of all places. So instead, he helped you up, joining your lips in another gentle kiss before encouraging you to jump up on him, into his waiting arms. Your legs wrapped around his waist, helping him carry you to his bedroom without ever breaking the kiss.

You were breathless by the time he dropped you onto the bed, watching in awe as Bucky hovered above you looking flushed and excited but almost scared.

“You know you can stop this any time angel? You don’t have to go through with it if you don’t want to. The second you tell me to, I’ll stop. I won’t be upset.” You hadn’t expected him to be so tender. You had a fair idea he would be a considerate lover but this kind of soft spoken intimacy was quite foreign to you. It was certainly not unwelcome though.

“Bucky. I want this.” You whispered, letting your hands grab at the edge of his t-shirt, pulling it up over his head. Before the thin material had even fallen to the floor his lips were back on yours again, letting you set the pace.

The feeling of your soft hands exploring his bare chest almost drove him wild. You weren’t timid in the slightest, no you were keen, eager and so damn excited he couldn’t help but feel the same.

“Can I take your dress off angel?” He breathed, barely even removing his lips from yours to whisper the words out. Your little nod was all he needed to have the confidence to reach down, finding the hem quickly to pull it up over your head.

The sight of you left him speechless. An endless expanse of soft skin and sweet curves, beautifully encased in a delicate white lace bra and panty set and that’s when he realised just how much thought had went into this evening. You’d planned for this before you even got here.

“Do you. Have any. Idea. How beautiful. You are?” Bucky’s little praises were broken only by the gentle kisses that he pressed to your skin. There was no rhyme or reason to their placement, he was just going along with whatever felt right.

“Bucky please… Don’t tease.” Your breathlessness caught him off guard, the need inside you becoming unbearable. You had waited far too long to feel what sex was like and you would be damned if you were going to wait a single second more.

“Keen aren’t you sweetheart?” He laughed softly with a confident smirk, ridding himself of his jeans. His dark boxers were tented deliciously, the outline of his thick cock was so evident, straining against the material.

You couldn’t help how your mouth watered as you reached over and pulled his boxers off, his hard length springing free.

“You happy to take your underwear off honey?” he asked quietly, pulling you from the filthy thoughts filling your head. Rather than answer him, you shimmied out of your panties, letting them fall to the floor in a little damp heap. Your bra followed quickly after, Bucky’s hands moving to cup your breasts while his lips made their way to your neck.

You could hear every soft groan that left him as he played with you, pinching and rolling your nipples into stiff buds. His cock was resting perfectly between your thighs, pressing against your slick sex but certainly not trying to breach it yet.

“Never gonna get this sweet body out of my head angel. You mind if I work you up a little? Don’t wanna hurt you.” Fuck, it melted your heart how he could say something like that sounding overly confident and cocky. He wasn’t over exaggerating his size or trying to suggest he was too impressive to handle. No, Bucky was just genuinely intent on making this good for you and easing the discomfort as much as possible.

“Touch me Buck. Please. Give me something.” Your eyes fluttered shut as one of his huge hands moved from your breasts, down between your legs, two fingertips dragging ever so lightly over the exposed skin that no one but you had touched before.

“So wet for me aren’t you?” His whisper pulled a groan from you, his finger dipping between your folds, coated in your slick. You didn’t care how wrecked you looked, not paying attention to the fact your hips bucked up of their own accord to meet his hand.

“So wet Bucky, please.” His heart melted at your little plea and how the hell was he supposed to deny you?

Slowly, Bucky began to slip just one finger inside you, drinking in the whimper that left you. One was certainly bearable, it wasn’t too much of a stretch, in fact it felt nice.

But then his finger started to curl and God, it felt better than just nice. You could feel him rubbing parts of you no one ever had before, parts you couldn’t reach by yourself and it didn’t take long for the feeling to become unbelievable.

“Have you ever cum before, honey?” Bucky whispered over the sound of the slick noises your body was letting out.

“I, ah- I don’t know Bucky. Touched myself before but n-never felt this good.” He couldn’t help but chuckle, working his finger in and out of you at a nice steady pace.

“Show me how you touch yourself angel.” His voice was so low and sinful it made you shiver, your hand drifting down to rub your clit in time with his thrusts.

“Bucky I need more. Please gimme more.” You were breathless, arching your back off the bed, chasing a high you didn’t know how to handle.

“Gonna give you another finger. Might hurt a little but I’ll try to be gentle.” You couldn’t have possibly cared if it would hurt or not, you just needed something more.

As he pulled his finger out on the next thrust, he lined the second up beside it, pressing in slowly.

“Oh that���s it, good girl, takin’ me so well. Doin’ such a good job for me.” You weren’t sure if it was his praise or the stretch that made you whimper but you were loving how both made you feel.

Finally, your own fingers started working your clit again, Bucky taking that as a cue to start moving ever so slowly, rubbing your sweetest spot just as he had before.

Two fingers felt so much better. It was a tight fit but you couldn’t deny how good it felt.

It didn’t take long for your body to respond, a knot in your belly tightening, your toes curling slightly.

“That feel good sweetheart? You think you could cum for me?” You were nodding at his words but you weren’t even sure you knew how.

“Buck… I’ve never…. This feels different.” You whined, trying not to desperately fuck yourself down on his fingers.

“It’s okay honey. Just do what feels right okay? Rub yourself faster if you need to.” He was so gentle with you, letting you take the chance to chase your peak.

His fingers didn’t stop, yours sped up and it didn’t take long for you to be writhing, almost crying, right on the edge of a feeling you couldn’t describe. You knew you had to fall into it but how?

But then Bucky’s fingers crooked slightly differently, you rubbed yourself just a little harder and it all came crashing down at once. You felt yourself tighten around his hand, a wet heat covering the insides of your thighs as pleasure consumed you.

“Fuck oh f-fuck Bucky.” You whimpered, your eyes catching his and you could’ve swore there was no where else in the world that man would rather be in that moment. He looked enthralled, his fingers never stopping, letting you drag every last second of ecstasy out as long as possible.

“That’s it. Keep going honey, doin’ so so well. So pretty for me.” His words were soft but his eyes twinkled with a kind of lust you knew was reflected in your own. His cock was throbbing but he was happily ignoring it. This wasn’t for him after all, this was all about you.

Eventually, your high subsided, Bucky taking the fact your fingers had stopped as a cue to stop his own.

The feeling of him slipping from you was almost disappointing, your body fighting to keep him in.

“You want to stop there honey? I won’t mind if that’s all you wanna do tonight. That looked intense.” He laughed quietly, stroking your hair gently with his free hand, pressing the tiniest of kisses to your forehead.

“No chance, Barnes. You’ve been holding out on me.” You laughed quietly, your chest heaving after so much excitement but still ready for more.

“Would surprise you what tricks you pick up.” Bucky laughed softly, drinking in your enthusiasm and the feeling of you leaning over, taking his cock in your hand.

Your nerves had melted away. You weren’t shy in the slightest. No, you were a confident young woman, thriving off the unknown and he loved it.

“Just like this honey.” He encouraged softly, placing his hand over the top of yours teaching you how to jerk him off the way he liked.

You couldn’t help but watch his face, loving how his eyes fluttered shut, pleasure clouding his brain. A little gasp left his lips when you squeezed ever so slightly harder, giving him nice tight strokes, focusing on his head since it seemed so sensitive.

“Oh fuck, spit on it honey. Don’t be shy.” He breathed, rutting his hips ever so slightly into your hand. His bare thighs looked so strong and powerful yet here he was, practically purring against your touch.

You did as he asked, albeit slightly timidly, leaning over and spitting in his head, letting the saliva trickle down his length, massaging it in with your hand.

“Good girl, that’s it. Feels s-so good honey, makin’ me feel incredible.” He didn’t mind taking the second to let you catch your breath. Why would he? You were making it so enjoyable for him, his little grunts filling the room.

“Bucky… Can we… You know.” You asked quietly after a moment. Not that you weren’t enjoying jerking him but you had bigger ideas in mind in that moment.

“Of course sweetheart, you ready?” He asked softly, his eyes opening and finding yours, sincere and gentle but twinkling with passion.

You nodded gently, letting him take the lead, laying you back on the bed, his lips on yours in the kind of passionate kiss that left your head spinning.

His hands felt like they were everywhere all at once. One ran up the side of your body gently, reverently, feeling your soft skin. He worshipped you, letting you have a second to get ready and truly decide if this was what you wanted. And God, it was.

“Bucky…” you groaned quietly, pulling him out of his haze, dragging him back to the present.

“You wanna stop. You want me to slow down. You want to take a second to breathe. You let me know. This is all on your terms.” You knew he meant every single word with all his heart. You knew there wasn’t a single thing to be worried about either. Bucky would take such good care of you.

But rather than explain all that to him, you reached up and cradled his face in your palm, letting him press tiny kisses to your wrist as he lined himself up at your entrance.

You were soaked by now, no doubt about it. The evidence of you first orgasm let him slide into you with ease, his length slowly starting to divide your walls, your body welcoming him in. It certainly wasn’t euphoric. It wasn’t uncontrollable pleasure. In fact, it was hardly pleasurable at all. It was a stretch, tinged with pain and discomfort.

“Almost all the way angel. God you’re doing so well for me. Swallowin’ me up.” Bucky’s voice grounded you a little as he continued to press into you.

You stuck it out for the next few seconds as he slipped entirely inside, bottoming out with a groan.

“It’s a lot to take baby girl. Look at you though, doin’ so well for me. Such a sweet girl. Gonna give you a minute honey. It’s gonna feel so good though, I promise.” You couldn’t help but believe him, your walls fluttering around him in a desperate scramble to get used to the invasion.

After a minute or two of being doted on, kisses peppered to your neck and shoulders, the stretch didn’t feel so bad anymore.

“C-can you move Bucky. Think I’m ready.” You whispered quietly, digging your fingers into his bare back.

So he did. He drew his hips back, pulling out almost the entire way before sliding back in slowly, a groan leaving both of you.

“S-shit you’re tight angel. Feels so good, you know that? Fuck, tighter than I could’ve even dreamed.”

His little cries had you whimpering, your body still sore but the pain was definitely subsiding with each slow movement.

But it didn’t take long for the pain to stop altogether, giving way to a pleasant ache for more.

“Faster Bucky, God please gimme more. N-need you.” You sounded wrecked in the best way and Bucky was more than happy to give in, setting a nice decent pace.

“Can’t believe how good you feel, so wet and warm and ah- you’re so keen. Grippin’ me like your little pussy doesn’t want me to stop.” His head had fallen to the crook of your neck, almost panting at the feeling of you swallowing him up.

“Gonna give you more baby, you think you can take it?” He asked quietly, his hand slipping down between your bodies to rub your sensitive little bundle of nerves.

Everything felt heightened as soon as his fingers connected with it. Any lingering discomfort melted away into a pleasure so sweet, you weren’t sure how you had ever lived without it.

“I can take it Bucky please, need you to fuck me.” Hearing such filthy words fall from such sweet lips did something to Bucky he couldn’t quite explain. The moan that you tore from him almost seemed to reverberate around the room. His hips sped up, not just fucking you, more grinding into you, every movement assaulting that sweet spot he made you aware of earlier.

The sensation was so m different to that which his fingers had offered. This was all encompassing, his blunt head spearing into you in a way that felt so good, you could almost cry.

“Fuck, ‘m losing it angel. Lemme know if I’m going too fast, okay? I’ll stop everythin’.” As soon as you nodded, his filthy grind sped up and your body reacted of its own accord. Sounds escaped you that you didn’t even know you were capable of, your fingernails digging into any exposed skin of Bucky’s you could reach.

“O-oh Bucky fuck, fuck holy shit that feels so good. Oh no Bucky please, I’m gonna cum. No God, I’m gonna cum.” You whimpered, held right on the edge of such intense pleasure all of a sudden. A low growl left Bucky’s throat, his breath coming out as a strangled pant against your neck, his body casing you in, trying desperately to catch up so he wouldn’t overwork you chasing his own release.

“Jus’ a minute longer. Hold it for me baby girl.” He whispered through gritted teeth, rolling his fingers against your delicate bud.

“Bucky I -oh. Fuck, what happens when I cum with you inside me? Oh shit, how do I, ah!” Your little desperate pleading gave way to a high pitched moan, your orgasm hitting you far harder than you could even have anticipated. Your cry suddenly silenced, the pleasure not stopping, your body trembling as you rode it out, barely registering the deep grunt that came from Bucky.

“Shit, angel that’s it, milkin’ my cock, feels so good you know that. Takin’ every drop. Now this little pussy’s got a taste of my cum, you won’t be able to stop, will ya?” Your head nodded, the feeling of Bucky’s balls emptying inside you making every conscious thought leave your body.

But all too soon, he was pulling out, flopping onto the bed beside you, pulling you into a warm embrace. Your bodies were sweaty and fucked out but feeling so close to him still felt lovely, his lips littering kisses wherever he could reach.

“Well? As good as you dreamed?” He chuckled quietly, taming your wild hair as much as possible before pressing a kiss to your head.

“Far far better.” You laughed softly, almost delirious from the endorphins coursing through your body.

“Hm, I’m glad toots.” You didn’t need to see him to know he had the exact same content smile on his face, wondering how one earth you could possibly find so much comfort in each other

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Bill Gates will kill us all

2.5b people in Earth's 130 poorest countries have not been vaccinated. The 85 poorest countries won't be vaccinated until 2023. The humanitarian cost is unforgivable - and self-defeating, as each infected person is a potential source of new strains.

https://www.who.int/director-general/speeches/detail/who-director-general-s-opening-remarks-at-the-media-briefing-on-covid-19-5-february-2021

How the actual fuck did this happen?

What happened to the early pledges by governments, the WHO, public health experts and leading research institutions to create global cooperation in vaccine development, eschewing patents and secrecy so that we could rescue our species?

That dream was smashed.

Many people helped create our vaccine apartheid, the single individual who did the most to get us here is Bill Gates, through his highly ideological "philanthropic" foundation, which exists to push his pitiless doctrine of unfettered monopoly.

It was Gates who sabotaged the WHO Covid-19 Technology Access Pool (C-TAP), replacing it with his failed ACT-Accelerator, a system of patents and secrecy and vast profits for the pharma industry, ornamented with nonbinding, failed promises of access for poor nations.

It was Gates who convinced Oxford to renege on its promise of patent-free access to its publicly funded vaccine research for the global south in favor of exclusive patent access for Astrazeneca.

https://khn.org/news/rather-than-give-away-its-covid-vaccine-oxford-makes-a-deal-with-drugmaker/

When we hear ghoul sellouts like Howard Dean pushing the racist, genocidal lie that "patents don't matter" because brown people in poor countries can't make vaccines, we're hearing Gates's talking points:

https://pluralistic.net/2021/04/08/howard-dino/#the-scream

Gates's role in vaccine apartheid is laid out in exquisite detail in Alexander Zaitchik's outstanding New Republic feature, which delves into Gates's longstanding project to sideline democratic governments and cooperation in favor of monopoly tyranny.

https://newrepublic.com/article/162000/bill-gates-impeded-global-access-covid-vaccines

This goes way, way back. I mean, *waaaay* back, all the way to 1976, when Gates wrote his infamous "Open Letter to Hobbyists," decrying the dominant, cooperative mode of software development and calling its practitioners thieves.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Open_Letter_to_Hobbyists

Gates's fortune depended on creating a software monopoly, and that monopoly required "intellectual property" protection. Gates has always been a monopolist, and so naturally, he loves IP (before "IP" was a common term, copyrights and patents were called "monopolies").

Intellectual property is a very important part of the inequality story, the story of how we got to a world where billions of people are denied vaccines and where all people face new, more virulent strains as a result.

As UNCTAD chief economist Richard Kozul-Wright told Lynn Fries for GPE: "[IP allows companies] to grab a larger share of what has already been produced in the economy."

It's a means of extracting rents, not for doing things, but for OWNING things.

IP is key to tax avoidance: companies like Ikea transfer "IP" (the Ikea trademark) to a numbered company in a tax haven; each national Ikea subsidiary pays "licensing fees" for the trademark equal to 100% of their in-country profits, so they never earn a (taxable) cent.

The transformation of the world into a monopolized system of IP-heavy, rent-extracting, tax-dodging companies really kicked into gear after 1999, with the signing of the WTO agreement and its IP adjunct, the TRIPPS, and as Zaitchik details, Gates was instrumental there.

For this part of the story, Zaitchik talks to Jamie Love, who was at the UN when NGOs like his were pushing to create vaccine and other pharma pools for the global south, while pharma companies handed out pamphlets bearing the Gates Foundation logo, smearing the plan.

Though the US delegation struggled for credibility, the combination of the Gates Foundation, and former US trade officials fronting for  the global pharma industry managed to sideline the project, which was being driven by the demand for equitable access to AIDS drugs.

With Gates's help, the WTO emerged as an IP enforcement powerhouse. Zaitchik cites Dylan Mohan Gray: "it took Washington 40 years to threaten apartheid South Africa with sanctions and less than four to threaten the post-apartheid Mandela government over AIDS drugs."

Incredibly, the Gates Foundation used this to burnish its humanitarian image: they solicited donations from pharma companies and used them to subsidize AIDS drugs in the global south, a maneuver that let them seem like philanthropists.

When in reality, they had overseen a program to systematically deny the world's poorest and most threatened people the right to make their own drugs, making them dependent on the whims of multinational corporate charity instead.

Sound familiar? Today, Gates runs around repeating the lie that poor people can't make their own medicine,  saying that patent exemptions won't make a difference now - to the extent he's right, the world *now* is the crucial one.

Having sabotaged the efforts by poor countries to engage in the kind of production ramp-up the rich world saw as vaccines were being developed, it may *now* be too late. "Because of my bad ideas *then*, it's too late *now*."

The connection between IP and elite philanthropy is deep and important. IP's rent-seeking and tax-dodging has made poor countries beholden to offshore monopolists in health, agriculture and IT, and then starved them of taxes to build up domestic alternatives.

This, in turn, makes them dependent on "gifts" from the billionaires who arm-twisted them into IP treaties, forced them to pay rent on all domestic production, and then profit-shifted the funds out of the reach of their tax-collectors.

As Anand Giridharadas reminded us in his seminal "Winners Take All," the core purpose of elite philanthropy has been the same since the robber-baron era: to burnish the reputations of monsters who take everything and give back crumbs.

https://memex.craphound.com/2018/11/10/winners-take-all-modern-philanthropy-means-that-giving-some-away-is-more-important-than-how-you-got-it/

Reading Jamie Love's quotes in Zaitchik's article reminded me of my own time working with Jamie and Knowledge Ecology International at WIPO in Geneva, when I was an NGO delegate to a global DRM treaty.

You see, at WIPO, the vast majority of NGOs aren't human rights organizations or other public interest groups - they're industry associations representing tech, entertainment, broadcast and pharma monopolists.

These guys - almost all guys - were just aghast when real NGOs started showing up for these meetings and were absolutely shameless in their sabotage of our efforts to balance their corporate lies (absolutely bald-faced lies were routinely entered into the debates).

How petty? Well, they had been accustomed to writing up "fact-sheets" for the day's debate and handing them off to WIPO staffers working for the secretariat, who would photocopy them and set them out on literature tables for the national delegates.

So we started doing this too: we'd take careful notes on the day's debates, convene with global experts to debunk industry association lies, get our Indymedia friends to translate them into six languages, and hand them off to the secretariat in the morning for copying.

So they got the secretariat - a former US textiles negotiator who made her bones helping create the conditions for slave labor in places like Bangladesh - to end the practice of photocopying papers for all NGOs.

Of course the industry bodies had cushy offices in Geneva, whereas we stayed in flophouses and youth hostels. They could ask their underlings to come in early and do their copying for them, whereas we had to take a bus to the all-night copy-shop to get our handouts copied.

Here's where it gets super-weird: our handouts started to go missing. We'd set out our stacks of paper on the literature tables before the morning session and an hour later, they'd all be gone, but none of the delegates had managed to get a copy.

We found those missing handouts...in the garbage, behind potted plants and in the *toilets*.

No, seriously.

And here's the kicker: during the ensuing furore, the main response from the pharma lobbyists was to object to us calling ourselves "public interest NGOs."

I'll never forget this smarmy sociopath in his expensive suit, with his shit-eating grin, standing there saying, "Phamaceuticals serve the public interest, and our industry association is a nonprofit. We are a non-profit, public-interest NGO."

It was a remarkable sight. 20 years later, their version of the public interest - the doctrine of Gates - has produced a multi-billion-person reservoir of the sick and vulnerable who are doomed to serve as factories for highly virulent variants.

This is a literally genocidal doctrine, and it threatens our very civilization. It's a funny kind of non-profit, public interest move for an industry and its billionaire ideologue funders to have made.

But hey, at least no one's "intellectual property" took a hit.

[yakumtsaki]

It’s a new day after Joe Carr almost destroyed the universe, and we’ve invited Ginger Shea Johnston over so Cyneswith can fall in love with him (he’s already in love with her of course, oh Cyn). GSJ is kind enough to bring this elderly gentleman along who’s clearly gonna be Cyn’s next lover, thanks so much bro! As you may recall, ever since Cyn was a teen I’ve had the theory that for all her huhuing she’s actually an evil genius..

..and Cyn proves me right yet again by rejecting GSJ’s harmless ‘serenade’ action because iVan is present and she doesn’t feel like being caught cheating for the millionth time.

-Are you crazy, GSJ? Just because we made out in a community lot hot tub you think you can flirt with me?!🌸

Once iVan has fucked off tho..

-Alright everyone, just like we practiced. -GIVE US YOUR LUNCHBOX, GINGER SHEA JOHNSTON -YA, COUGH UP THE GOODS, MOTHERFUCKER -I don’t think he can hear you guys. -Shut it, Moody! I can’t believe I had kids with you.

NICE, another one down. See you never, GSJ!

Ugh, YOU.

-Leave me alone, I’m in a terrible mood!!

When aren’t you, Sugar. The fuck’s your problem now?

-I got my report card.

Ya, say no more. Thankfully for every Sugar around here-

-there’s a Sophie, WHO EARNS 50K, TOPS THE LAW CAREER, AND BECOMES THE FIRST SIM IN THE MAIN HOUSE TO COMPLETE 2 LTWS (one of them being the pet career one!!!)

QUEEN.

SOPHJAR LIVES❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ They’re out of the woods after the last rough 20 years, they always run out to greet each other when one returns from work, it’s so fucking cute.

Less cute: Cyneswith’s night of knocking out lovers. So I went to count Cyn’s existing lovers (that’s how I discovered the Joe Carr bs so thank God for hoeing), so normally counting Joe Carr, Neon Vest Downtownie would be #18, but since Joe’s character file is no longer with us, this #17. Either way we’re so close!!!

We wait for nightfall and invite over Count Phoenix since he seemed really into Cyn last time- 

-and sure enough, he succumbs right away. Wow, so it was just with Victoria you were playing hard to get? RUDE

-DISGUSTING. WHY DO I HAVE TO SEE THIS??

I don’t know Sugar, maybe you could stop always returning from school and work during your mother’s hoeing time?? Some people istg. 

YAS. TWO MORE TO GO!!!! 

The power of Sugar’s chemistry panel is starting to reveal itself as blondie here is straight up APPALING to him. 

-Ughh she’s ripped but has athletic skill points??? GROSS

Zen Don: Same shit, different day.

We waste no time inviting GTGSJBWH (Geezer That Ginger Shea Johnston Brought With Him) over, but apparently Count Phoenix is ready to die to deliver Cyn’s dream date bouquet! Cyn seriously, wtf do you do to these guys?? 

-OH CYNESWITH, I’VE LIVED THROUGH EVERY WAR FROM THE MONGOL INVASION AFTERWARDS BUT YOU MIGHT BE THE THING THAT DOES ME IN🧛 -Awww that’s so sweet, County, huhu! Now back to the bat sanctuary you go, I’m on a date🌸

So things are going great with GTGSJBWH aka Leo..

..especially after a little help from our friend, huhu! iVan would you please go inside, this isn’t meant for your eye(s). 

I’m like YAS ONE MORE LEFT ONE MORE LEFT-

-and then fucking Don returns from work while Leo is delivering his bouquet. 

-OH GOD CYNESWITH, HOW COULD YOU BETRAY OUR 3-HOUR-OLD LOVE BY DANCING WITH YOUR HUSBAND OF 40 YEARS??

FML, thanks a lot Don. Moving on, we’ve once again arrived at a sequence of events that happened within 5 minutes and on which I have no comment so I’m just gonna present them factually again:

1) Cyneswith is caught cheating with iVan by Don and Remington.

2) While Cyn is getting slapped, Dobronega attacks Kitana aka her own daughter in the background.

3) Cyneswith offers the rose of amnesia to Don while the fight rages on.

4) Dobronega loses, becomes one-sided enemies with daughter, and runs away.

5) Cyneswith offers the rose of amnesia to Remington but is caught by Don and iVan.

6) Cyneswith offers the rose of amnesia to iVan to make up for being caught offering the rose amnesia to Remington to make up for being caught cheating with iVan.

7) Dobronega is returned by the Good Witch NPC literally 1 minute after running away.

8) Ferra passes💔💔💔💔

9) While everyone is mourning Ferra, Shajar decides this is the ideal time to age into an elder. 

-I didn’t ‘decide’ anything, you forgot my birthday!!!

Well I’m sorry Shajar but in case you haven’t noticed things are kinda falling apart around here!!1

I am once again sick of these people so Cyneswith accepts Leo’s invite to go Downtown with a bunch of townies. He still hates her for ‘cheating’ with Don so I don’t get the move here but I’m like ok nice chance to offer him the rose! 

Awww, a Wyatt face-template townie💔 I miss him💔

While I’m reminiscing about Wyatt fucking Ginger Shea Johnston shows up, NO, GET OUT

FUCK

-REALLY CYN, WITH THE GEEZER I INTRODUCED YOU TO?! -Well you should have known better than to introduce me to someone with grey hair, huhu!💗 

UGHHHHH bro we are CURSED, we’re never gonna reach 20 lovers! We flew too close to the sun and keep getting caught at every turn :(

We hastily offer the rose to GSJ which he mercifully accepts-

-while Leo is inside, stewing about Don. GET A GRIP

Just when I think this night can’t get worse, Cockblocking Evil Witch shows up to lag the lot and apparently this is a targeted hit! Wtf is your problem bitch??

-Cyneswith has been spreading too much joy to the elderly, this stops now!!

Let’s gtfo before you get electrocuted a second time, Cyn.

-But I don’t wanna go home, huhu! That’s where all the slapping is!🌸

We’re not going home, we’re going to the Lost in Love Hedge Maze in search of greener geezers!

BINGO

Wow this guy must be a prime specimen if you’re into geriatrics. The 70′s glasses, the bowling shirt, the high waisted shorts, he’s probably what Cyn considers a stone cold 10!

-He is, he is!!!💗  

Go for it, Cyn!

Green Swimsuit: Where is Crumplebottom when you need her??

Stone Cold 10 Geezer is very receptive (who isn’t with Cyn’s insane chemistry bonus) but I’m not risking another lover showing up again, so we bust out Sugar The Voodoo Doll asap-

-it’s super effective! The only effective Sugar there is around here.

OH MY GOD. I was clearly right about this guy being Cyn’s dream man, this is the first time EVER she falls in love with someone first?? It’s always them falling in love and her being a picky queen that’s why I always have to invite them over so she can fall in love??? WOW

We literally had to go over and make out with him to make him fall in love?? I hate him??? But whatever, we’re officially one lover away from being done!!!

We return home and invite Leo so we can reclaim his love, he does this hand kissing shit when he shows up so I’m like great, great-

-and then he rejects Cyn’s make out aka our first rejection EVER. I’m so pissed it’s unreal, we offer up the rose of amnesia but even that isn’t enough, like he just stop being furious but he’s still not into us??? LEO FUCK OFF????

-Gladly!

UGH

At least I have Sophie and Shajar around here to cheer me up❤️ 

-*I* love you more! -No, *I* love you more! -I said *I* love you more you stupid cuck! -Fuck you Sophie, I’m not a cuck anymore! *I* love you more!

TORR NO

-I’M NOT EVEN DONE YET💀

VAL NO. GRIM FFS CAN’T YOU SPACE THAT SHIT OUT A BIT??? DICK.

RIP Torr and Valentina💔 Torr, you were such a good boy. Val, you were the most insane digital dog that has ever existed. I will miss you both💔   

I am bummed OUT and Sugar’s HORRIBLE grades aren’t helping my situation. Bitch are you straight up glitched? How the fuck are you doing this badly, I never let you never miss your homework!

-Yes, it is definitely homework I’m writing in there and not hateful poems about my mother. 

Man, those college years are just gonna fly by with you.

Sugar is back from school which can only mean one thing: time for Cyn to cheat on his father. We invite goddamn Leo over again and it looks like his madness has finally subsided??

-Oh Cyneswith, if you keep talking like that I think in a couple months I could see myself thinking about potentially forgiving you.. -Aww, I’m sorry Leoie..

-..but ain’t nobody got time for that, huhu!🌸 -DON’T DO IT CYN, DON’T OVERRIDE MY FREE WILL  -THAT’S WHAT YOU GET FOR REJECTING MY MAKE OUT, YOU STUPID ASSHOLE. YOU RUINED MY PERFECT 0 REJECTION RUN AND ONCE I COMPLETE MY LTW I WILL DESTROY YOU. HU.HU MOTHERFUCKER

Um, Cyn?

-WHAT.

Nothing, nothing! Carry on, I’m not at all suddenly afraid of you. 

-AND I LIVED HAPPILY EVER AFTER💗

Huhu?

[melancholyshadow]

summer fun || a. barber

summary: everyone seems to know (y/f/n) except for andy. 

pairing: andy barber x neighbor!female!reader

warnings: (18+) age gap (reader is 20s, andy is 40s), (m) masturbation, andy thinks about reader while in the shower, pet-names (bunny, baby, honey), mentions of divorce, ex-wife talk. minors DNI

an: i am an absolute WHORE for andy barber, and i haven’t even watched defending jacob, so if i get any information wrong, oopsies. and i know the sundress trope is over done, but i fucking love it so leave me alone. i feel like i only write in series because i have so many ideas and could never fit them all into one one-shot. anyway, enjoy :p

Andy’s phone vibrated once in his back pocket, initially he ignored it. Too busy scanning over the pre-made pastries, debating cupcakes or sugar cookies. In his left hand was a cardboard container filled with fruit-flavored hard lemonades. But he felt his phone buzz again, this time in rapid succession. With an eye-roll, he pulled it out of his pocket and towards his ear without even looking at the caller ID. 

“Hello?” He said flatly, deciding on the brightly colored cookies and grabbing a few of them, supporting the stack with his chest. “Hi Andy, it’s Marie.” Her voice was soft, but full of excitement. “I was just calling to make sure you’re coming to the get-together this afternoon. You didn’t replay to our group message.” Andy had that group message on mute, so of course he didn’t reply. “Of course, I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” Lie. He wanted nothing more than to skip this stupid party. She talked his ear off for another couple minutes, talking about nothing important, as he stood in line to pay for his couple groceries. 

“Well Marie, I’m actually about to check-out at the store. I’ll see you at 2.” Andy cut her off mid-sentence. “Okay dear, don’t forget, it’s near the playground, John is bringing out his grill.” She explained, although Andy already knew, they did this literally every year. “Alright, I will be there. Bye.” He said again, before hanging up the phone. 

He understood the importance of community, and getting to know your neighbors and all that jazz, but he didn’t need to be reminded of an event he had known about for well, a year. Andy knew he sounded like a sourpuss, and he did enjoy himself while at the function, but just the initial thought of attending is what he dreaded. After checking out, he started the walk across the parking lot towards his car.

When Andy finally decided to make his way towards the party, he heard some kids screaming as soon as he stepped out his door. Thank god, his child was older, there was no way he could deal with that type of screaming anymore. The cookies and hard lemonades were still in their shopping bags, and he slipped in a bottle of Jameson for him and some of the other guys in the neighborhood. 

The red and blue twisting slides soon came into Andy’s view, along with about thirty people, all sitting in lawn-chairs in their own little circles. Andy had made sure to grab his own chair from the garage before he left. People greeted Andy as he got closer to the crowd of people, handshakes from some of the older men, pecks on the cheek from some of the older women, and high-fives from some of the kids he had known since they were in diapers.

“Andy! Over here!” Andy turned his head towards the person who called his name, it was his friend Josh. Him and Andy had been friends ever since Josh moved into the cul-de-sac about ten years ago, they were neighbors. Their son’s had hit it off right away, and ended up becoming really good friends, and in turn, so did the two older men. Andy ditches the cookies and lemonades with the rest of the food and beverages. 

“Hey man.” Andy pulled the other man in for a brief hug, before setting up his lawn chair. “Did you bring the stuff?” Josh asked, pretending to be secretive. “Of course I did.” Andy scoffed, pulling out two glasses and the green bottle. He poured about three-fingers worth of alcohol into each glass. Three-fingers worth meaning about a third of the way full. Both of them chatted about anything that came to mind as a couple more people appeared.

Josh was telling Andy a story he had heard about a hundred times, so he half-listened, nodding and throwing out the occasional “uh-huh.” Andy allowed his eyes to wander between person to person, watching other people engage in conversation, kids push each other for a turn on the swing, and a group of elderly men gossiping about someone from the community. He heard an uptick in conversation to his left, so he turned his attention that way. 

“Who is that?”

Andy’s eyes landed on you. He had never seen you before, clearly, and he was absolutely sure of that. You were not someone simply forgotten. His eyes followed you, every movement, almost in slow motion. You hugged some of his friends and neighbors, placing friendly kisses on their cheeks. A face decorated with a big smile as you greeted some of the smaller children, and they clung to you like they had known you their whole life.

“Who’s that?” Andy’s friend laughed at him. “That’s (Y/F/N). She used to babysit for almost every family here, until she went off to college. She recently graduated and moved into the neighborhood.” That name rang a bell. He had definitely heard it before, but never would have connected the two. That made sense why he never met you, Laurie and him never believed in babysitters. Almost like you were summoned by your name being mentioned, you sauntered towards the small circle of people Andy currently sat in.

You were wearing a green sundress, adorned with small white polka-dots and thin straps tied into bows on your shoulders. The color accented your skin color absolutely amazing. It clung to your body, your breasts, hips, ass, and thighs. The material ended at the middle of your thighs, occasionally catching a gust of wind, pulling the fabric a little higher. A thin layer of sweat covered your chest and legs, giving you a glow of some sorts. 

“Hey guys!” You exclaimed, standing between Andy and Josh’s lawn chairs. Your eyes bouncing between everyone until they landed on Andy. “Hi, I’m (Y/F/N)! I don’t think we’ve met.” You stuck out one of your manicured hands, and Andy’s large hand enveloped over yours. “Nice to meet you, I’m Andy Barber.” He introduced himself. “Wait, are you Jacob Barber’s dad?” This confused Andy. 

“I am. How do you know Jacob?” Andy shifted in his chair to face you better. “Jacob and I went to college together.” You explained, everyone else had gone back to their own conversations. “Oh, He’s never mentioned you before.” He explained, bringing his glass up to his lips. “We only met our last semester, I transferred closer to home my last year. I originally went to school in Washington.” You explained, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. “When I told him I was moving here, he mentioned you lived in this neighborhood. I didn’t think I would meet you so soon.”

Before Andy could say anything else, your name was being called from somewhere behind you. “Well, if you talk to Jacob, tell him I said hello.” And with that you walked off, but not before Andy could admire you one more time. The way your hips moved when you walked. He even noticed that it wasn’t white polka-dots on your dress, but tiny flowers.

For the rest of the afternoon, he would steal glances at you, and nearly got caught staring at you for way too long. When he got home, had a conversation with Jacob. His son was surprised when his dad asked about you. “(Y/F/N)? How do you know (Y/F/N)?” Jacob sounded confused. “Apparently she just moved into the neighborhood. She said you two went to college together.”

“Oh yeah, she did mention that.” The man on the other end of the phone laughed. “Yeah, well, she transferred to my college last year, something about her mom and wanting to be closer. We had the same minor, so we had two classes together last semester.” His story lined up perfectly with hers. “She’s basically the reason I passed those classes.” There was silence for a moment. “Well, she told me to tell you hello.

Andy quickly found out that you lived only a couple houses down from him. This sparked his memory, he remembered seeing a movie truck and an unfamiliar car, but he assumed someone was moving out and not in. This neighborhood rarely has any new people, especially not people your age.

Like every morning, Andy went on a run, but instead of turning left out his driveway, he went right. The way toward your house. He wasn’t exactly sure how many houses away you were. But it wasn’t hard to figure it out, since you were gathering groceries from your car when he passed. It looked like you were struggling so he stopped.

“Need some help?” He asked, starting the walk up your driveway. You tossed your head in the direction of his voice, and a smile immediately grew on your face. “Yes, please.” You chuckled, balancing a jug of milk on your thigh. He picked up his pace and took in your appearance on this warm morning. This sundress was light blue, with some more white flowers. The sleeves were longer than the last dress but around the same length on your thighs. The neckline plunged much further, exposing the inner curvature of your breasts. He thought about his lips pressing against the valley of your breasting, being sure to mark his territory.

Quickly, he grabbed the reusable bag off your shoulder, and easily gathered four more bags. “Wow, Mr. Muscle.” He heard you chuckle, grabbing the last bag and the carton of milk. He walked behind you, and up the steps towards your front door. “Don’t mind the mess, I’m still unpacking.” You explained, unlocking and pushing the door open. Andy kicked the door shut with his foot, and you led him towards the kitchen.

You placed the milk and your purse on the counter, “You can just set them on the ground, I have to sort out cold stuff.” He obliged. “Thank you so much, Mr. Barber.” You smiled at him. God, he loved your smile. “No problem, anything I can do to help.” He insisted. “Would you like water? A soda? A beer?” You asked him, opening your fridge to place the milk inside. Andy’s eyes landed on the new skin visible on your thighs, as the fabric moved upward. For a moment, he saw a piece of red fabric. His cock twitched in his boxers at the sight.

“I would love a beer, but since it’s only eleven in the morning, I’ll take a water.” He looked away from you, peering out your kitchen window. Anything to get his mind off the sight in front of him. “If you insist, but a little day-drinking never hurt anyone.” You snicker, shutting the fridge. After he composed himself a bit, he looked back towards you. You were only a couple feet from him, and he took the water out of your hand.

“At my age, it could hurt a lot.” Andy chuckled, before taking a swig of water. “If Jacob is 22, that means you’re probably in your early forties, that’s not old at all.” You rolled your eyes, grabbing one of the bags off the floor and emptying the contents onto the counter. “Plus, you don’t look a day over twenty-five.” Andy laughed at your words.

“What? I’m serious!” You insisted, throwing the now empty bag at Andy. It bounced off his chest and back onto the floor. “Well, thank you for the compliment.” The two of you stood in silence for a few moments, he watched you unpack your groceries. His eyes flickered between your ass and your legs, thinking about the red fabric only inches away from the end of your skirt. He desperately wanted to see that dress lying on the floor of this kitchen, or his bedroom, or anywhere.

He had never thought about a woman, the way he thought about you, but he did so guiltily. Not only were you young, you were friends with his son, and he was technically still married. Long story. Him and his kinda-sorta-almost ex-wife were separated, but not legally divorced. Laurie was dragging her feet with the paperwork. Andy had been trying for almost a year now, but she just kept coming up with excuses and demands that were just outrageous. And all he wanted to do was take out his frustration. On you.

“Mr. Barber?” Your voice tore him for his thoughts. “Huh? I’m sorry, what did you say?” His eyes refocused on you. “I said, I’m about to start some lunch, do you want some?” Andy wanted to desperately say yes, but he didn’t trust himself to stay here any longer. “Thank you so much for the offer, but I should really get back to my run, I have to leave to meet a client at two.” He explained, downing the rest of his water and tossing it in the trash can beside the island.

“Oh okay! I’ll walk you out.” You insisted, starting the journey towards the door. Andy, happily, trailing behind you. “Well, enjoy the rest of your run and good luck with your client.” And what she did next caught Andy off guard. Her soft, glossed lips landed on his right cheek. “And thanks for helping me with my groceries.” He didn’t even try and muster a word, and just left with a smile.

He might have lied to you. Just a small lie though. He wasn’t actually meeting with a client, but instead he had a meeting with Laurie and their respective lawyers. But you didn’t need to know that. So, Andy didn’t even try to finish his run, he went immediately home. He couldn’t think straight, and he needed to deal with this stirring in his gym shorts if he wanted to get anything else done today. So, directly to the shower he went.

Pulling off his clothes, and throwing them in the hamper. The water was cold, not lukewarm, cold. Like ice. He let the water fall down the expanse of his back, his hands pressed against the tile in front of him. He tried to think about anything except for you. But he let his eyes fall close, which ended up being a bad idea. Or a good idea. He wasn’t entirely sure.

All he could see was you bent over the island in your kitchen. That blue dress bunched up around your waist, and that thin red fabric completely on display for him to see. He admired them for a brief moment before tearing them down your legs, you let out a quick gasp. One of his knees pushed your legs open wider, so he could fit one of his hands between your legs. His index moved slowly between your folds, before making contact with your clit.

He felt your body tense and chuckled. Leaning over, his chest against your back, mouth right next to your ear. “You’re already so wet for me, bunny.” You couldn’t even muster any words, just noises, desperate for him to move his fingers. You rotate your hips against his still finger. “Talk to me, honey, what do you want me to do?” He loved having power, but especially power over you. “Touch, please.” Her voice was small, filled with breathy moans. “Touch who, baby?” He heard you huff in frustration. “Touch me, please.” She practically begged him. “Good girl.” He said, his index finger rubbing small circles onto her clit.

Andy couldn’t help it anymore, his hand wrapped around his cock, leaving one hand against the shower wall. He started slowly, savoring these thoughts. But that was hard since he was already so worked up, he just needed some release. He thrusted into his hand, picking up the pace each time. Mind filling with more scenarios of you and him.

And before he knew it he was right about there, and all he needed to think about was his cock buried deep inside your tight pussy, your face full of pleasure. Eyes screwed shut, mouth agape, and a string of moans passing your lips. He thought about you clenching around him, taking him so well. About how he would fill you up with his cum, and leave you a dripping mess.

The building in his stomach had reached its max, and he came in his hand and against the wall. Covering them in ribbons of cum, but both being cleaned almost immediately from the water. He pumped until he became too sensitive to even touch. He may have just gotten out of the shower, but he felt dirty