#maddi barber

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— ℳ𝒾𝓈𝓈ℋ𝑜𝓃𝑒𝓎ℬ𝑒𝑒'𝓈 𝒦𝒾𝓃𝓀𝓉𝑜𝒷𝑒𝓇 —

Pairing: Daddy!Andy Barber x Nanny!Reader Content Warnings: Daddy kink, ddlg undertones, somnophilia, dubious/non consent, age gap (Reader is early twenties, Andy is mid-forties), fingering, oral sex (f-rec), dirty talk, pet names (princess, sweetheart, baby), overstimulation, general smut bc this is kinktober so minors, dni!! Word Count: 4.7k  A/N: Here we are!!! This is my first Kinktober and I am nervous to write all these new kinks and characterizations but also incredibly excited. I'm so sorry that this was so delayed, my loves! Work has been hell for the past week but I've finally had time to proofread this. As always, I do my best to keep my reader as inclusive as possible but please let me know if there's anything I can do to improve upon it! There's no use of Y/N or anything else where you need to insert information to read just because that's my personal preference! Anyway, please enjoy and I'd adore some feedback, if anyone feels so inclined! Navigation: Masterpost | Playlist | Divider Credit | Kinktober Masterpost | October Fifteenth Summary: Working as the Barber family's nanny is a piece of cake, but what happens when the dad you've been tip-toeing around all year comes home late one night to find you asleep in his bed, wearing his favorite sweater?

Although, you couldn’t exactly say that you loved your job, the accommodations and compensation made what little aggravation you faced in the course of a workday well worth it. While most students from your college town had picked up odd jobs in busy restaurants or quaint little shops, you’d become a live-in nanny for the Barber family. It was a perfect situation really—your tuition was covered by scholarships, you only worked in the afternoons and evenings, you didn’t have to pay for housing, the ‘work’ was a piece of cake, and your employer was the hottest man you'd ever fucking seen.

Jacob was a pretty quiet kid—and maybe a bit too old to have a nanny, at the age of thirteen—so you were essentially just paid to ensure he didn’t sneak out of the house and ate a somewhat balanced dinner on the nights that his dad got home late from work or other engagements. The family unit was small with only Jacob and his father and, now by extension, you. 

District Attorney Andy Barber had quietly left his wife a year earlier and moved he and his son away from their small hometown to start over just as you’d arrived in the city to begin your third year of school. You’d met in the aisles of a dark liquor store as you stood in front of the vast selection of wine, teeth digging into your lower lip as your eyes scanned all the labels on the red varietals: merlot, cabernet sauvignon, Malbec, pinot noir, Sangiovese. 

Seeing your hesitation at making a selection, he’d easily swooped in and found you something sweet, saying it reminded him of you with a charming grin. It was an unassuming bottle with a minimalistic label—a vin santo that flooded your tongue with a sweetness that reminded you of warm summer days and cherry jam. It was perfect—and that was where it all began.

You’d crossed paths in your small college town several more times and now, more than a year later, you’d settled into the Barber’s lives seamlessly. The big colonial house, tucked away in the gated neighborhood, was quiet as the clock approached one in the morning. Andy had needed to attend some gala, to rub shoulders and grease palms and do all other sorts of lawyerly things, so after dinner, you had taken it upon yourself to clean up around the house after Jacob had gone to bed.

The kitchen had been cleaned from dinner you’d made, the dishes had been washed and put away, and you’d finished the laundry. All of the linens had been tucked away in the hall closet but you found yourself hesitating at the door of Andy’s empty bedroom as sleepiness began to sink into your bones. There were just a few shirts that needed to be hung in his closet. You rocked back and forth on your heels, deliberating silently as you propped the basket on your hip, looking up and down the silent, empty hall as if he’d appear and chastise you for even entertaining the idea. He’d never said his room was off-limits to you; in fact, Andy had always told you to make yourself at home. 

It would only be for a few minutes anyway.

Stifling a yawn, you quietly opened the heavy, wooden door and slipped into the dark room. Flipping the light-switch turned on a lamp, dimly bathing the unfamiliar space in a warm, comforting light. It looked just like you’d imagined it—not that you’d spent a long time picturing your employer’s room. 

No—never. 

Certainly not when he came down to the kitchen on Saturday mornings in worn flannel pajama pants and made coffee for the two of you to share in silence as Jacob slept in, and definitely not when you lay in your bed, in the room just next door to his, with your fingers slipping beneath the silky fabric of your panties as you remembered the feeling of his eyes on you from across the dinner table.

Feeling your face grow warm as you shoved those thoughts away, you quickly opened the door to his closet. It was as organized as you’d have thought it to be. The hangers and collars were all turned in a uniform direction, the shirts organized by shade and hue from dark to light. Humming softly to yourself, you finished the chore quickly before something on the foot of his pristinely made bed caught your eye. 

The fall air that had invaded the New England coast had brought a chill, and along with it, a shift in his wardrobe. It was a deep, forest green sweater of his that had silently become your favorite item in his closet. Cautiously, you picked up the article and bit your lip to stop a quiet sigh from escaping your lips. It was soft and you’d imagined yourself running your hands over his chest while he wore it dozens of times.

The clock on his bedside table read just after one; when Andy had left that afternoon, he’d mentioned that it would be close to two before he’d return home from Boston. You knew exactly what you wanted. Padding softly across the room, you closed the door with an almost silent ‘click’ of the latch. You couldn’t help it; you could feel your heart beating against your breastbone and the way your panties had grown damp at just the thought.

There was a bit of a thrill as you slipped out of your ratty collegiate sweatshirt and allowed it to fall on to the soft carpet without a sound, your short cheer shorts following suit. Bare to the cold room, you felt goosebumps prickle your skin and you weren’t sure if your nipples had grown hard from your admittedly overactive imagination, or the exposure. 

Slipping the woven cashmere over your head, you let out a soft sigh as the fabric caressed your skin and enveloped you in a scent that was purely Andy. It was something expensive; you’d seen the bottle on his bureau. A sweet, smoky wood scent that clung to his skin and the fibers of his clothes—fuck, you wanted to be covered in it. 

Crawling on to the king-sized bed that took up the center of his spacious room, you couldn’t help but giggle as you sank into the plush, white duvet that covered it. Your fingers and toes curled against the cotton, and, in the back of your mind, you knew you’d have to smooth it all out before you returned to your own room, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care in the moment. 

All you could think about was Andy in this bed, his hand working his hardened cock as quiet groans strained from his throat. You knew he did it every night before he fell asleep. You couldn’t help but wonder if he knew that, just separated by a single wall, you listened carefully and covered your mouth, fucking yourself along with him. 

Allowing your eyes to drift shut, your fingers trailed down your body, rubbing the damp fabric that clung to the lips of your wet pussy, whimpering softly as you brushed against the hardened nub of your clit. God—you wished it was him. His fingers teasing your cunt, his tongue brushing over your nipple before grazing it with his teeth.

Clenching the duvet, that was covered in the musky, heavy scent of him, with white knuckles, it didn’t take long for you to reach the precipice. Biting your lip, almost painfully, you stifled a cry. The way your walls fluttered around your fingers, as your thighs clenched hard, and your toes curled into the soft sheets made you feel like you were flying. Writhing against the now too-warm bed, you felt that fuzzy, pleasurable feeling wash over you like the sun’s rays as you came back down. Touching yourself had never felt so good before—how could you go back to your normal nightly activities?

Slipping your hand from the sodden fabric, it was like your body was on autopilot. Your breathing slowed as your post-orgasm brain returned from the stratosphere. It wouldn’t hurt to close your eyes for just a minute. One minute, then you’d take off his too-soft sweater and get rid of any evidence that you’d even been here. One minute, then you’d go to your own room and lay down and go to sleep with your little secret.

Just one minute, then…

The lights were off in the silent house. Andy carefully allowed the heavy front door to close behind him, turning the deadbolt as he shut out the rest of the night. Running a hand over his scruff-covered chin, he let out an uninhibited yawn. The day had been long, the night even longer, and he longed for sleep. Leaving his briefcase in his office, and his rumpled jacket folded over his arm, he quietly padded up the stairs and down the hall.

With a gentle knock on Jacob’s door, and no answer in response, he quietly peered inside. A muss of brown hair rested on his pillow, barely visible under the plaid quilt that covered the bed. Jacob hadn’t snuck out since you’d taken on the task of nannying him, but Andy always liked to be certain, not quite trusting the little shit—and for good reason. Quietly closing the door, he continued down the hall before coming to rest in front of your room. He frowned, looking at the floor for that telltale strip of light that usually spilled from beneath the door and tattled to him that you were still awake, usually reading or listening to music or watching something on your laptop. 

You were a night owl, and it wasn’t even two in the morning; you never fell asleep this early unless you had an exam the next day and he knew that wasn’t the case. It was the weekend. He’d gotten to know your schedule intimately, getting a copy of your class and assignment schedule from you under the guise of staying in the loop. Truth be-told, he just wanted to know how your days went and where you were. Erring on the side of caution, he gently rapped a knuckle against your door, quietly murmuring your name just inches away from the wooden barrier, knowing you’d hear, if you were actually awake.

Met with silence, he felt a tug in his chest. He knew you weren’t the lightest sleeper; once when he’d apologized for doing lawn work on an early Saturday morning, you’d told him, with a sheepish blush, that you hadn’t even noticed the loud mower outside your window. Knocking once more, louder this time, he called your name with no response. Resting a hand on your doorknob, he hesitated. 

Though it was unspoken, he’d deemed your room off-limits…but what if you were hurt? Or sick? What if something had happened to you after Jacob went to bed? Talking himself out of walking away, he turned the cold, metal knob. The door opened silently and he hesitated before taking a step inside, his eyes searching the pitch black for your form. 

Adjusting to the dark, his eyes could make out the frilly pink sheets of your still-made bed. With a frown, he flicked on the light and took in the space that he’d only ever caught occasional glimpses of. Through the worry, there was a pique of intrigue. Everything was shades of pastel, a little stuffed bunny propped up against your pillow. It was all so innocent and girly. Sweet and saccharine, just like you.

A light on your nightstand got his attention; a lump in his throat, and the bulge in his tight slacks, grew as the shape registered. Nope, it wasn’t your phone. Fuck. A little vibrator rested on your bedside table, and he had to bite his lip to stifle a groan. He’d heard the quiet vibrations through your shared wall before but seeing the culprit and everything else was something new entirely.

He always knew you were girly, loving cute things and being just as sweet, but you— 

You were missing.

He didn’t have time to jerk off as he tried to remedy all of the new things he’d learned about your bedroom. Muttering a curse under his breath, he adjusted his rapidly hardening cock before taking a step back and taking a deep breath, pinching the bridge of his nose as he gathered himself. He had to get a fucking grip—he argued against murderers for a living, for Christ’s sake. Would your vibrator and sweet little bedroom really be his downfall?

Your car was still in the driveway—you weren’t in the living room and the den had been dark when he’d come in as well. Pulling his phone from his pocket, he quickly found you listed under his favorites and allowed it to dial. His brow furrowed when he heard a quiet sound from the next room over. In just three strides, he was in front of his room and with one more, he was inside as the phone call went to voicemail.

The lamp in the corner of his room illuminated the space, as well as your sleeping form that was sprawled over the center of his king-sized bed. A cocktail of relief and arousal flooded him at once. You were safe. You were home.

But you were also in his bed. And aside from his sweater, only wearing a pair of satin-y, baby pink panties that were molded perfectly to your ass which he could plainly see in the warm light that filled the room. You rested on your belly, fingers gripping his pillow beneath your head tight, with one leg hiked up the mattress as you snuggled into the plush bedding. Closing the door quietly behind him, his legs carried him over to the bed without a second thought. His eyes trailed over your relaxed body and affection almost made the corner of his lips tick upwards.

You looked so sweet, your eyes closed gently as your thick lashes brushed your soft cheek. That sweetness was cut when he noticed a damp patch on your panties and the way that soft sighs of sleepy pleasure slipped from your lips as you rocked your hips into the mattress, oblivious to your newfound audience as some dream played out behind your eyelids.

The aquamarine of his eyes caught fire as he watched you shift in your sleep. Draping his jacket over the armchair in the corner of his room, he stalked across the room, pausing as he landed beside the bed. Straight, white teeth digging into his lip, he held back a groan as you shifted, seeking out comfort as his sweater rode up to your waist, revealing more of you to his starving gaze. 

He could feel his cock throb at the sight of you and he was almost certain that no amount of deep breathing could resolve it. He needed you out of there before he blew a load in his pants like a fucking teenager. Tucking his length in to the waistband of his boxer-briefs, he carefully sat down beside you. The foam mattress didn’t move you in the slightest and he mumbled a curse under his breath before resting a hand on your thigh, giving you a gentle shake as he softly murmured, “Sweetheart?”

A little groan slipped through your lips, your eyes squeezing shut tighter as you held on to the clouds of sleep that still filled your head. Turning over, you mumbled something incomprehensible before your breathing leveled back out. 

Looking at his hand still resting on your smooth thigh, he resisted the urge to give the cushion of your skin a soft squeeze. Slowly trailing his eyes up your frame, his eyes darkened. Your nipples strained against the light knit material, begging to be pinched and laved. If you tempted him when you were awake, wandering the house in those tiny shorts and tight tops, watching you sleep was another circle of hell where he was condemned only to look but never to touch.

You two had danced around one another since you’d met at that liquor store. How could he know you wanted it as badly as he did?

“Princess,” Andy tried once more, his thumb brushing back and forth over your leg as he spoke at a normal volume, “Wake up for me, sweetheart.”

He watched the way your nose crinkled slightly in your sleep and a small smile spread across his lips. It was as if your subconscious was absorbing his words, blocking them from reaching your conscious mind and waking you up. As he gave your leg one more gentle shake, you let out a quiet, whiny groan consisting of one word, “Daddy…”

Andy couldn’t help the way his grip on you tightened at the two-syllable word, the little blood that was left in his head, rushing to his groin. Fuck—there was no mistaking that. He barely noticed the way his hand had drifted further up your leg; he needed to touch you more, to see all of you.

You’d just called him daddy.

He could be your daddy for tonight. 

Or, for as long as you’d allow him. 

Clearing his throat, he gave one last, half-hearted attempt at waking you, “Baby?”

“Daddy, please…” You breathed out, your fingers gripping the soft blankets as your dreams continued to roll like a film reel, unaware of the way that their subject’s hand had drifted up to your hip, toying with the elastic edge of the only barrier separating him from you. Your voice was so innocent as you whimpered out, “Need you, daddy…”

At that, it didn’t take long for Andy to slip down the bed, gently parting your already spread legs further, leaving enough space for him to lay between them. With a tentative hand, he brushed his thumb over the wet spot that had darkened the light fabric of your panties, begging for his attention. Your hips jerked as he dragged his finger down the cleft of your folds and a low chuckle gently shook the bed.

“Shh…” He shushed your soft whimper, watching as your brows drew together, seeking out the feeling again and rocking your hips upward. 

Fuck—he’d wanted this since he saw you standing in that dark store. You’d looked so sweet in your little, frilly pastel dress, your exposed décolletage shining with some body shimmer that smelled like vanilla, even from a foot away. That was you; always so sweet, so good.

Pressing a gentle kiss to the center of your covered, private area, feeling the dampness against his slightly parted lips, he hummed softly, reassuringly as his thumb continued to drift up and down that same spot tortuously, “I’ll take care of you, sweetheart.” 

You spent all your time doing things for everyone else: your family, your friends, him, his son—when was the last time that you’d been taken care of? When was the last time you’d let your walls down enough to even allow it?

In that blissful twilight of sleep, you were so soft, vulnerable and receptive to his care. You’d allow it, even if you didn’t know you were.

Holding his breath, trying to stay as silent and as still as possible, Andy gently rolled the lacy, elastic band down your legs as his eyes stayed trained on your face for any hint that you were coming around. Gently maneuvering your sleep-laden limbs, spreading your legs wider for him to fit between, you barely shifted as he draped your legs over his broad shoulders.

Running a finger down the bare, sensitive skin of your puffy slit, he groaned as he collected the proof of your arousal on the tip of his digit. “Oh, sweetheart…” Using his thumbs, he gently spread the petals of your sex and had to bite his lip to stifle himself from cursing at the sight. The low light glistened against the wetness that clung to your skin as your hips shifted and your brows pulled together, feeling the cold air brush against your exposed clit. He cooed, “You’re so wet, baby. This all for me? All for Daddy?”

“Mm…” You mumbled, your cheek pressed against the pillow as your hands drifted up your body, dragging the hem of his sweater up over your tummy slowly. You could feel the last glowing embers of sleep slowly dying, with each brush against your skin pushing you back towards the waking world but you were so comfortable. You were enrobed in Andy’s scent, that sweet smoke that made you feel like nothing bad could happen to you as long as it was near.

Andy’s thumb brushed against your swollen bundle of nerves and he let out a low, dark chuckle as your hips gave a sudden jerk at the direct stimulation. Not wanting to torture you—not yet at least—he traced circles around the bud, careful not to touch it directly again. After several moments, he carefully slipped one finger inside, finding no resistance if your state of need. Giving it a few, agonizingly slow, experimental pumps, he watched hungrily as his digit glistened with your wetness each time it slid out.

With his eyes trained on your blissful expression, he gently slipped in a second, longer finger beside the first and watched hungrily as your body adjusted to the new sensation, a soft whimper breaking through your parted lips at the stretch; his fingers were far larger than your own. 

“Daddy’s going to eat your sweet pussy, baby.” As his fingers hooked upwards gently, they pressed teasingly against the spongy pillow of your g-spot, your hips bucking forward again at the sudden pressure that made your squeeze around him. You were balancing on the precipice of wakefulness now, one foot still in that perfect dreamland and the other stepping towards the seemingly real, gentle brushes against your skin.

With a gentle kiss pressed to your hip bone, his tongue finally licked a broad, languid stripe through your folds from your entrance to the red button of your clit that continued to beg for his attention. “Fuck, you taste like candy…” Watching the way your tight hole clenched around nothing; he immediately imagined filling it with his cock, Andy groaned, “Sweetest little cunt I’ve ever had.”

Closing his eyes, he groaned as he leaned back down, using his tongue to lave over your sensitive skin; he needed to taste you. Sleep was slipping away, and you weren’t certain if it was a dream when your hands threaded through a head of hair that rested at the apex of your thighs. The grip of your fingers tightened almost painfully in his hair as his lips finally wrapped around you swollen clit, giving it a hard suck before letting it go. The scrape of your nails over his scalp mixed a quick lick of pain into his pleasure.

“Oh god—fuck!” You felt your body begin to shake as an orgasm barreled towards you, forcing your sleepy eyes to finally open.

“Watch your language, princess.” Andy’s eyes found yours open and he grinned wolfishly at the surprise and arousal that filled your expression, “Good girls don’t talk like that.”

The wet muscle dipped inside your channel, his nose nudging against your clit before he dragged his tongue slowly up again to the swollen nub. He traced the tip around it before sucking hard then soft and letting go and repeating the movement again and again. He could feel your body tensing as an orgasm quickly approached and he slipped his fingers back into your soaking cunt, your thighs quivering at the added feeling.

“Andy—ah!” A whine was pulled from your throat, silencing your sweetly confused question as you fell over the edge.  

He grinned against your skin at the shattered cry, sucking your clit just slightly harder than a moment earlier before gently scraping his teeth over it and making your thighs squeeze around his head. He murmured against your wet pussy, his voice sending vibrations through your body, “What’s my name, baby?”

Your mind was floating away and all you could concentrate on was his touch and the way he made you feel so little and taken care of as he played with you. Shaking your head, your sweet voice came out shakily, “I don’t—”

“I know I haven’t made you that stupid, baby.” His thumb circled your clit, tugging up on the hood of it and exposing the pearl to his greedy eyes before they flicked back up to yours as you leaned up on your elbows to watch him, “What’s my name?”

Capturing it between his lips, he sucked hard, and you felt the wetness dripping from your hole onto his duvet, “Daddy!” You finally cried out, failing to silence yourself as he dipped his tongue into your entrance, collapsing back onto the bed as he played you like a violin, feeding off your every reaction. “God! Oh—feels so good…Daddy, please!” There was a pout on your lips that contrasted with the way your hips rocked against his every touch, unsure if you wanted him closer or to stop the sensations that were becoming too much.

“You like when Daddy plays with your princess parts while you sleep? Yeah?” He let out another deep chuckle against your cunt as a little chirp was pulled from you at his naughty words. He continued lowly, “You know I had to when I found this beautiful little girl in my bed, cunt soaked and waiting for me to come home.” 

You moved your hips, chasing that pleasure with each changing angle. The sounds were almost depraved; every lick of his tongue and brush of his fingers forced a wet noise into the room that was mostly quiet aside from the constant melody of your breathy moans.

His hips rocked into the mattress, seeking out his own pleasure as you whimpered, “Fuck, that’s my good girl—wearing my sweater and those slutty, little panties. Gonna keep those, baby. Never getting them back.” Slipping two fingers back into your tight cunt, he pumped them as his mouth focused on your little pearl, “Now come for me again, sweetheart.”

“Can’t!” You cried out, your lip quivering as your second climax barreled towards you, and you shook your head, begging, “No! Too sensitive, daddy…”

“You wanna be sensitive?” He landed a smack to your overworked button with three fingers.

“No!” You whimpered, feeling tears well in your eyes, sniffling as the pleasure made your body shake. 

“Better make that sweet little pussy squeeze my fingers or Daddy’s gonna give you a lot more than this…” With dark eyes, he watched as the pleasure finally took hold once again, dragging you under.

“Daddy!” You whimpered as he pressed against your g-spot with two thick fingers, sucking your clit at the same time and shoving you over the edge. Your fingers tightened in his hair as you finally squealed, “Oh! I’m coming!”

You felt your walls flutter as he helped your body ride the crest of the wave of your second orgasm, licking you slowly as a new flood of wetness coated his tongue like a nectar that he never wanted to stop drinking. He could live and die between your thighs, happily.

Your toes curled as your thighs clenched around his head, it was almost as if you were trying to force Andy away when the stimulation became too much but he held your thighs open despite the pleasured cries that filled the. room.

“That’s it…Good girl, sweetheart.” He murmured, helping you come down from the edge that you’d been balancing on for far too long. Watching through half-hooded eyes, you hummed softly as he rubbed your still trembling thigh with one hand and cleaned the fingers of his other with his mouth, a sly smirk on his full lips.

“I…” You trailed off, your cheeks burning as you finally came back from that floaty place where your head had been since waking.

‘Holy shit.’

Covering your body with his, your eyes widened innocently before he caught your lips in a surprisingly soft kiss. He tasted like whiskey and you, and it felt like a drug that you’d easily become addicted to. Andy’s hand landing a smack on your ass made you jump, pulling away from the kiss that had lulled you into a false sense of security.

He chuckled as you let out a quiet whine at the sting his hand left behind, sitting back up and undoing his belt with dark eyes that were still focused on you, “Now get that little ass in the air. It’s time to let Daddy use this sweet little hole, princess.”

[dustymagpie]

Giving it all up for a nomad

[im-the-lyrical-danceflap]

Ah well. Goodbye (for now at least) to the wonderful Chichester Theatre and The Unfriend. One of the happiest experiences of my professional life - and I’ve had quite a few very happy ones. What a cast, what a team, what a director. And you know what? I think it was a pretty funny show too.

[sweetwrathoflilith]

One more question 👉👈 can we get a list of who and what fandoms you write for ?

Thank you for asking this! Y'all go follow my bestie <3

Y'all can always request other characters— but here are the ones I usually write for(usually smut):

Vampire Diaries:

-Damon Salvatore

-Klaus Mikealson

-Elijah Mikealson

-Kathrine Pierce

Euphoria:

-Nate Jacobs

-Fezco

-Rue Bennet

-Maddy Perez

Stranger things:

-Eddie Munson

-Steve Harrington

-Robin Buckley

-Billy Hargrove (but obviously a not racist version of him)

-Peter Ballard (001)

-Dimitri (Enzo)

-Jim Hopper

Marvel:

-Bucky Barnes

-Steve Rogers

Defending Jacob:

-Andy Barber

Fresh:

-Steve Kemp

Harry Potter:

-Draco Malfoy

-Fred Weasley

-Sirius Black

-Tom Riddle

Peaky Blinders:

-Thomas Shelby

[eahsayswhat]

Today’s comic is titled “Briar Gets Shook”. Expect Maddie to start triumphantly cackling about how she was right about Brooke’s existence within the next fifteen seconds.

[fuckyeahdindjarin]

Shiv's Salon: Javier Peña

I love you so much @imaswellkid and anon for sending our favourite DEA agent to Shiv! Truth to be told, I was dying for someone to do so. I shouldn't pick favourites, but I had the best time writing this. Javier has the same grumpy vibes as Frankie that Shiv loves riffing off with. Maddie and anon, I hope you enjoy this, my lovelies!

646 words | warnings: mention of tight pants and muscles, Shiv is shameless, I recycled a bit of this post in this drabble.

Ok. You’ll admit it. You didn’t make the best first impression. But it’s not your fault.

He was all big hands on narrow hips, broad shoulders in a tight raspberry red shirt. Even his tidy moustache seemed to be frowning at you when he snapped, 'My eyes are up here, lady.'

You wished you had more shame. But you don’t. Instead, you grinned. 'I was looking at your - belt. Buckle. Belt buckle. It’s a - very nice belt.'

Frankie, bless his soul, scoffed from behind you where he was manning the counter. ‘Seriously Shiv? I’m standing right here.’

But still, he doesn’t need to be this grumpy. You haven’t been able to get anything out of him other than how he wanted his hair cut.

'Same. But shorter.'

You get to work, swinging into position on your squeaky swivel stool. 'So - you’re from out of town?'

Grunt.

'Visiting family?'

Grunt.

'Not much of a talker, huh?'

Grunt.

You grin at his petulance. After all, you always break them.

You turn for a split second to get the clipper from the neighbouring styling station. When you circle back, he already has a cigarette dangling from his thin lips and a lighter in his hands, his thumb on the sparkwheel - and you physically dive at him to knock it out of his hand.

'Are you fucking kidding me, man?’ you yell as the lighter hits the ground with a clink. ‘There's hairspray everywhere.'

He glares at you, hands open in exasperation as he plucks the cigarette from mouth and flings it crankily onto the table. 'What's the big fucking deal? I always smoke at the barber's down in Colombia.'

Despite your exasperation, you arch an eyebrow and grin - there's your opening. 'So... Colombia, huh? What do you do down there?’

Rolling his eyes, he lies unapologetically. ‘I’m a janitor.’

You smile back pleasantly. ‘Sure. If you can tell me the difference between a broom and a mop, I’ll believe you.’

He crosses his arms and pouts, which isn’t fair, because it just makes his biceps pop.

‘I thought so,’ you say conversationally, turning on the electric clipper. ‘Are you a spy?

‘Nope.’

‘Diplomat?’

‘Nope.’

‘Undercover police?’

He’s desperate enough to glance back at Frankie at the counter, who’s watching you two like a hawk. ‘Help me.’

Even he takes pity on your customer. He advises sagely, ‘It’s easier to not resist.’

With a deep sigh, the man in the chair pins you with a grouchy glare, and answers, ‘I’m in the DEA.’

‘What’s that?’

‘Drug Enforcement Administration. I take down drug cartels.’

Your eyebrows reach for your hairline. ‘Wow. Tough job, huh?’

He shrugs. ‘Bit late to change careers now.’

You make short work of his haircut - he clearly is a man who takes care of himself, and the way his hair grows tells you that he goes to a good barber regularly, so it’s an easy job for you.

He meets you at the counter after you clean him up, making sure there are no bits of hair stuck to his neck or his shirt. He reaches for his wallet in his back pocket (how does he fit anything in those ridiculous jeans?) and asks, ‘How much?’

‘It’s on the house.’

Both him and Frankie look at you in surprise. ‘Why?’

‘Thank you for your service,’ you reply simply, offering him your hand.

He shakes it, a bit warily, his hand easily engulfing yours. He hesitates, then mumbles, ‘Peña. Javi Peña.’

You grin and give him your name. ‘It’s a pleasure, Agent Peña.’

Frankie nods at the man with begrudging respect as he pushes himself off the counter and walks towards the door. When he reaches the threshold, you call out. ‘Hey, Javi.’

He turns around, almost puppy-like big brown eyes staring at you in a question.

You wink at him. ‘Thanks for wearing those tight pants, too.’

Fuck Yeah 1.2k Sleepover

[midnightmuffingay]

Rating the pets of EAH based on what is on the EAH wiki and my limited knowledge:

Adelita - Rosabella's butterfly. I have never heard of this. Also apparently Adelita translates to 'noble'?? 3/10 I don't think it suits her and also how do you keep a butterfly as a pet.

Barber - Poppy's squirrel monkey. I guess squirrel monkeys are cute and I can see it as a pet for her but I have yet again no memory of this. 5/10

Clipper - Holly's lion cub. Apparently it is 'charmed' to stay a cub forever?? Don't know how that work or why she has a lion or why she would name it Clipper?? there are better names girl. 3/10

Carmine - Cerise's dire wolf. Okay so technically they're part of the same pack or something but it's the daughter of Littler Red Riding Hood and the big Bad Wolf. You can't go wrong with giving her a wolf friend whose name is another shade of red. 6/10

Carrolloo - Kitty's caterpillar. A sneaky little guy. From what we saw of him he compliments Kitty's personality and you know, a caterpillar with a wonderlandian? It's not like I can be mad. 6/10

Clockwork - Cedar's wooded cuckoo. Okay I do actually like this a lot. Even if we never really saw him it's a great concept for her pet to be wooden like her. Especially when you consider it would probably have to been made specifically for her. I love it 8/10

Clydesdale - Farrah's pet mouse. Don't recall and there are better mice. 2/10

Divacorn - Briar's unicorn. Absolutely slayed so hard I don't care about the name which is an astonishing feat. I mean of course Briar would have a pink unicorn it just makes sense. 8/10

Drake - Hopper's dragonfly. Drake. 2/10 Only getting extra points because it is a literal DRAGONfly. He breathes fire.

Earl Grey - Maddie's dormouse. Perfection. Best dressed of all of the pets. Is a silly little guy with a silly little hat that lives in her hat. Impeccable. 10/10

Gala - Apple's snow fox. Gala is a great name just because of the fact this it is not only a type of apple but also a fancy party. Very royal, on brand, like to curl around her neck. Iconic. 8/10

Grizz - Blondie's baby bear. Blondie. Girlie. You are a reporter. Please get original. A bear for goldilocks' daughter is fine but it's just like. I'm bored girl. You can do better. 3/10

Jelly - Ginger's gummy fish. I. Love this. A sentient gummy fish she accidentally made? So iconic I'll ignore the basic name. It's like naming your goldfish 'Goldie'. Anyway, I love the concept, love the execution. 8/10

King Benedict - Humphrey's chicken. No. 2/10 for egg related name.

Mr. Cottonhorn - Dexter's jackalope. Guys. Guys. look at him.

He's just a little guy. 10/10.

Moustro - Melody's rat. I like the idea and the pun name but I feel like I'd need to see a picture to be impressed. 5/10

Nevermore - Raven's dragon. There is no need for discussion. 10/10

P-Hawk - Daring's peacock. I think I remember him being kind of terrible so uh 1/10 because Daring I don't think that's how you say peacock honey.

Pesky - Hunter's squirrel. I love how even though they're like enemies they have the same haircut and Pesky has a little acorn bag that Hunter definitely made for him. Lives up to his name. 7/10

Philia - Cupid's Pegasus. Apparently 'Philia' is one of the ancient greek words for love that is often translated to friendship. soooo, even though I didn't know about her she gets a 6/10 because I think that's sweet.

Pirouette - Duchess's swan. Queen. Icon. Slay. Need I say more? 10/10

Sandella - Ashlynn's phoenix. The fact that Ashlynn has a phoenix because it rises from the ashes is so hardcore and I love it. Even if her name is Sandella. 7/10

Shuffle - Lizzie's hedgehog. The bestest and cutest little croquet ball. I don't have much to say but love you dearly. 7/10

Sir Gallopad - Darling's horse. He can change colour and camouflage which is THE coolest thing. Horsegirl Darling. 8/10 Also Daring officially has the worst pet out of the Charming siblings.

Spindle - Faybelle's pomeranian. Of course an evil fairy you have such an unassuming evil little dog. And of course she named it after her evil destiny. Iconic. 8/10.

[howdoyousleep3]

Welcome to my Kinktober 2022 Masterlist! Each day will be shared in a post, linked here, and then this post itself will be shared. The hashtag for all things Kinktober is "howdoyousleep kinktober 2022". Please read all included tags and author's notes to make the best responsible reader decision. As per usual, all stories are to be read by readers 18+ only. Stay spooky and enjoy, besties! 🖤

🐍 day 1 // Daddy Kink // Daddy Steve x Baby Bucky // read here on Tumblr // read here on Ao3

🎃 day 2 // Authority Kink // Senator Rogers x Intern Bucky ft. Maddie's Jockverse // read here on Tumblr Part 1 Part 2 // read here on Ao3 // see teaser here

👻 day 3 // Uniform Kink // Pre-War Stucky // read here on Tumblr // read here on Ao3

😈 day 4 // Angry Sex // Mafia Daddy Steve x Female Reader // read here on Tumblr // read here on Ao3

🐈‍⬛ day 5 // Quickie // 3-Day Weekend Daddy (3DWD) x Bunny Baby // read here on Tumblr // read here on Ao3

😱 day 6 // Getting Caught // Senator Rogers x Intern Barnes // read here on Tumblr // read here on Ao3

⚰️ day 7 // Drunk // Steve Kemp x Female Reader // read here on Tumblr // read here on Ao3

💀 day 8 // Age Difference // Sub Baby Bucky Barnes x Daddy Dom Steve Rogers // read here on Tumblr // read here on Ao3

🦇 day 9 // Dirty Talk // Steve Rogers x Female Reader // read here on Tumblr // read here on Ao3

👽 day 10 // Mouth // Bucky Barnes x Female Reader // read here on Tumblr // read here on Ao3

🔮 day 11 // Housewife Roleplay // Senator Rogers x Intern Barnes // read here on Tumblr // read here on Ao3

💚 day 12 // Omegaverse // Omega Steve Rogers x Alpha Bucky Barnes // read here on Tumblr // read here on Ao3

🧛 day 13 // Coming Untouched // Shrunkyclunks (Captain America Steve Rogers/Modern Bucky Barnes) // read here on Tumblr // read here on Ao3

🧟 day 14 // Skirt // Trans Bucky Barnes x Biker Daddy Steve Rogers // read here on Tumblr // read here on A03

🪲 day 15 // Mommy Kink // Ransom Drysdale x Female Reader // read here on Tumblr // read here on Ao3

👸 day 16 // Orgasm Denial // Senator Natasha Romanoff x Female Intern Reader // read here on Tumblr // read here on Ao3

🕸 day 17 // Alley // Punk Steve Rogers x Rocker Bucky Barnes // read here on Tumblr // read here on Ao3

🧞‍♀️ day 18 // Morning Sex // Best Friend's Dad Andy Barber x Male Reader // read here on Tumblr // read here on Ao3

🍬 day 19 // Wet Dream // 3-Day Weekend Daddy (3DWD) x Bunny Baby // read here on Tumblr // read here on A03

🛸 day 20 // Role Reversal // Daddy James x Stevie Baby // read here on Tumblr // read here on Ao3

💜 day 21 // Comemarking // Omega Gender Neutral Reader x Alpha Steve Rogers // read here on Tumblr // read here on Ao3

🌕 day 22 // Hands // Bucky Barnes x Girlfriend's Dad Steve Rogers // read here on Tumblr // read here on Ao3

🗡 day 23 // Breeding Kink // Ari Levinson x Female Reader // read here on Tumblr // read here on Ao3

🩸 day 24 // Erotic Letters // Camboy Bucky Barnes x Pornstar Steve Rogers // read here on Tumblr // read here on Ao3

⚱️ day 25 // Missionary // "Smol" Steve Rogers x "Bear" Bucky Barnes // read here on Tumblr // read here on Ao3

🧚‍ day 26 // Overstimulation // Chris Evans x Sebastian Stan (Evanstan) // read here on Tumblr // read here on Ao3

🦄 day 27 // Innocence // Succubus Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers // read here on Tumblr // read here on Ao3

🦉 day 28 // Threesome // Daddy Steve x Baby Bucky x Male Reader // read here on Tumblr // read here on Ao3

👹 day 29 // Car Sex // Stepdad Andy Barber x Female Reader // read here on Tumblr // read here on Ao3

🥸 day 30 // Sex with a Stranger // Shrunkyclunks (Captain America Steve Rogers/Modern Bucky Barnes) // read here on Tumblr // read here on Ao3

☠️ day 31 // Aftercare // Daddy Steve x Baby Bucky // read here on Tumblr // read here on Ao3

[agirlwithbigdreamsforher]

VALENTINE'S PRESENT

THE NANNY: ONE SHOT

VALENTINE’S PRESENT

Pairing: Andy Barber x Annie Johnson (OFC)

Summary: Annie has a surprise for his husband.

Warnings: it’s just sex hahahaha.

A/N: none.

Word count: 2047

Disclaimer: I do not give permission for any of my works to be copied, used, translated nor reposted anywhere else but here on this blog. Do not steal what you didn’t work for. Minors and ageless blank blogs don’t interact with me or my works. Reblogs and likes are always welcome. Thank you for reading this work of fiction.

GIF's not mine, you can find the credits in the gif :)

I also know the one in the gif is Ari, but I don't care it works hahahaha.

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Andy and Annie arrived home after a lovely dinner in a cute little restaurant in Newton. Andy paid Maddy, the 15 year-old nanny he hired to take care of Jake for the night. They checked on Jake who was sounded asleep spread across his bed and walked to their room. As soon as the door closed Andy took her by the waist and kissed her.

“I’ve been wanting to kiss you all night long!”

“You kissed me at the restaurant.”

“Yeah, I know,” he kissed her more, “But I couldn’t take your clothes off, now I can! Come here!”

“Wait, wait!”

“No, I don’t want to wait! I wanna fuck you until you forget your name.”

“Eager, but I have a surprise for you, so how about you sit down, and I’ll be back in a couple of minutes.” Andy raised his brow, “Then we can fuck.” Andy smiled, nodded and sat on the corner of the bed. “Good boy!”

Annie walked to their closet and closed the doors. She took out the pink box from Love Seduction Lingerie she had hidden in one of the many drawers in the closet. She discarded her clothes and put on the red lace baby doll along with the g-string. Annie stood in front of the mirror sinking in her image, she tighten the ribbon in between her breast to make them look a bit bigger, and the bow she made was a nice touch to the look.

“Honey?!” Annie turned around, the doors were still closed, “Is everything ok?”

“Yes, just a second!” She sprayed a bit of her body mist, took a deep breath and walked to the room. Andy was staring down the window and she leaned against the frame of the closet. “Baby?”

Andy turned around, his mouth hanged open when he saw her. She lick her lips and smiled at him.

“Happy Valentine’s day.” Andy began walking towards her, “Sit on the bed.”

“But I…”

“Amuse me, would you?” Andy sat back down and Annie made her way to stand in between his legs. Andy’s hands reach to her hips and Annie slammed them, “You are not allowed to touch me.”

“What? Honey, that’s not fair! How you expect me not to touch you when you look that ravishing!”

“If you behave I’ll let you touch me,” she began swaying her hips, “but if you don’t,” She leaned in to his ear and whispered, “then I’ll have to punish you.”  Andy growled. “Are we clear?”

“Yes, honey.”

“Good!” She kept moving, her hands roaming over her body, touching her breast, “Do you like the outfit baby?” She said with a sweet teasing tone.

“Yes, Oh god, yes!”

“Aw!” she made a sad face, “That’s a shame,” She got closer to him, her breasts close to his face, “If you didn’t like it, I would have taken it off.”

“Please, take it off. It’s hideous!”

“Your wish is my command.” She slowly pulled the end of the ribbon, the front of the baby doll opened. She took her breast and squeezed them together, the noodles straps falling on her shoulders. She turned around and let the sheer piece of fabric fall on the floor.

“Fuck!” Andy cursed when he saw the G-string stuck between her ass cheeks, another bow at the top of it.

“Don’t I look pretty?” She sat on his lap, her back against his chest, her hips making circles over his crotch, his erection poking against her ass.

“So-fucking-pretty” He said with gritted teeth.

“Oh, baby. Wanna touch me?” Andy growled again, “Words, baby.”

“Yes, I need to touch you, please!”

“You’re cute when you beg.” She took his right hand and put it in between her legs, “Touch me, baby. Feel how wet I am.” Andy’s fingers moved the fabric feeling the wetness between her pussy lips, “That’s all for you, you make me so wet.” She could feel his breath in the back of her head, she moved it, showing him her neck, “Kiss my neck, baby.”  He didn’t have to be told twice, his lips attacked her neck and she moaned. Annie turned her head and kissed him, her tongue dancing with his, she bit his lip teasingly, Andy thought he could explode right there and then Annie stopped moving. She stood up, and kneeled between his legs.

“I don’t think it’s fair I’m almost naked and you’re still dress.” Her small hands traveling up and down his tights, “Off with the shirt, come on.” Andy looked like he wanted to rip his shirt off which made Annie giggled, “There’s no hurry, you know.”

“Yes, there is!”

Annie giggled once more and bit her lip as soon as she saw the hair in his chest going down and getting lost in the waistband of his pants. Her hands opened the belt, followed by the button and the zipper. Her right hand took his hard member out of his underwear. The angry red tip was leaking already.

“Aw, poor baby, you need help with that!” She stroke him a few times, making him moaned, “You’re so big, baby.”

Her lips took the tip and sucked slightly, Andy threw his head back a low moan leaving his mouth. She swirled her tongue on the head, her hand stroking his shaft.

“Fuck, honey!” His hand went to caress the back of her head, “Keep doing that.”

But she didn’t listen, she took as much of his dick before gagging. Her head began to bob up and down, she could feel how his cock twitch in her mouth, the wetness in between her legs grew by the minute.

“OH MY!” Andy was staring at her, not missing a movement she made. “Such a good little mouth.” Annie moaned around his dick, “Fucking Christ!” He released his load in her mouth, his eyes shut at the wave of pleasure. He opened his eyes when he felt he stopped coming. Annie took out his member out of her mouth, looked up at him, batted her eyelashes, smiled and opened her mouth.

“It was delicious, daddy.”

“Such a good girl!” He helped her stood up, “Now is your turn.” Annie climbed on the bed, her head falling against the pillows. Andy was standing by the foot of the bed, his semi hard cock twitched a bit. “You are a vision right now, honey.” She smiled all blushed, “But you will look a lot better with my cum dripping out of that cute little pussy you have, hmm? What you think?”

“I’ll like that.” She answered sweetly.

“On your hand and knees.” He demanded and she obliged, she moved on the bed, her ass on full display for him. He slapped her right cheek, “We don’t need this,” He took off the G-string and threw it somewhere in the bedroom. “My, my; would you look at that?” Andy took her ass cheeks in his hands and separated them, “Look how pretty she looks,” Andy was mesmerized by the way her pussy hole was squeezing around nothing, all red and wet, “I bet I can make you come fast,” His index traveled up and down her slit, “Tell me what you want,” Her voice was only a whispered, “I can’t heard you,” He slapped her now on the left cheek, “You were all bolt earlier; so tell me what you want.”

“I want you to eat my pussy.”

Andy kneeled behind her and sank his face onto her pussy, his tongue lapping at her lips.

“Oh my god!” Annie took the sheet in her fists. She could feel Andy’s tongue fucking her from behind, coming in and out of the warm wet hole. He stopped at her clit sucking it painfully slowly. “Holy shit!” Andy kept sucking and licking, his beard glistening in her juices, he blew a raspberry on her clit, the vibration sending electricity through her body, “ANDY!” She came hard and fast, she had never come this fast before.

Andy took her by the hips and turned her around, her back on the mattress, her legs against her chest. Andy grabbed her knees and opened her legs. He took his member and slammed inside her. He moved his hips pounding against her pussy, hard and rough; he wanted to hear her scream his name over and over as she came. He could feel that knot in his stomach and her pussy clamping against his flesh. He looked down to see Annie’s face, she was lost in pleasure, moans and whimpers overlapping his grunts. He felt her pussy pulsing and that was all it took to take him over the edge. His release filled Annie’s cunt and a few ropes of white thick hot cum fell on her stomach.

Andy fell on top of her, both of them panting and breathing heavily. He kissed the side of her face, moving to her lips placing a slow sweet kiss on her lips as she smiled in contentment.

“You ok? Was I too rough?”

“You were perfect.” She answered tired.

Her limbs felt heavy, and she knew she was going to be sore tomorrow. Andy moved her around the bed like a rag doll, placing her head on her side of the bed. Andy took his side, she was smiling and looking at him with all the love she had on her.

“You alright?” She nodded, her eyes closing.

“Can I give you your present now?” She said.

“Wait, this,” He pointed at her body, “Was not my present?”

“I mean, I think this was just part of the celebration, but I did get something for you.”

“What it is?”

“It’s in my closet, but ammm my legs feel like noodles so, can you help me getting it? It’s in a black box with a red bow on the top shelf.”

Andy stood up, walked to the closet and came back with saying box. He sat back down and Annie got closer to him.

“Open it!”

He did, inside the box there was some kind of black leather bound book. He open the cover and saw her handwriting in pink ink. “This is for your eyes only, I hope you like it. Love, Annie” and right under this he could read: “The consumption of this material may cause addition.”

“I know how much you like taking pictures of me.”

When Andy turned the page he saw a black and white photo of his wife wearing skimpy lingerie standing next to an open window. Another one followed, it was a picture of her taken from behind, she was wearing lacy panties, her wavy hair falling over her bare back. There were 20 pictures of her in different positions and outfits, and in most of them she was not staring at the camera, except for the last one.  She was laying naked in satin sheets, fully smiling at the camera, her legs crossed a bit to cover her womanhood, nipples on full display, hair spread across the pillow.

“That’s my favorite.” She said shyly.

“You look stunning!”

“Really?! Do you like them?”

“Of course! It’s you! How can I not like them?”

“Oh gosh! I was so scare you didn’t like them. I was so nervous when I went to the studio, I didn’t know what to do or how to pose.”

“Well, you look very confident, and the last one, uff baby what a body! And that smile!”

“I was thinking of you.”

“Aww, honey.” He leaned closer and gave her a soft kiss. “I love them! You look amazing!” He kissed her once more “You know what? I think I’ll take this to the office.”

“Wait, no. Why would you do that?”

“Just in case I’m stress, you know.” he wiggled his brows.

“Do you really plan to touch yourself in the office?”

“Well, you’ll never know!” She slapped him on the arm, “I’m kidding, but they can be useful as motivation. I’m certainty very motivated right now.”

“Really, Mr. Barber? Another round?”

“Maybe two more.” He jumped on top of her tickling her ribs making her laughed. “I love you!”

“I love you too, baby.”

“Now, let’s get down to business!” He got under the covers placing himself between her legs, they were in for a long night.

[storiesforallfandoms]

fic recommendations part six!

Hello everyone I am back again with some more fic recommendations! Like last time, here is a fair warning that the list is going to be long because I didn’t realize how many fics I had saved until I went through them looking for a specific one to re-read the other day and was scrolling for a solid five minutes.

Also, I am absolutely not sorry for how many Eddie Munson/Joseph Quinn fics are on this list.

Here’s the links to the first five fic recommendation posts: part one     part two     part three     part four     part five

Note: any stories marked * are smutty

distant ~ andy barber* by @cevansbrat0007

​swimming lessons ~ thomas shelby* by @vintunnavaa

wet dreams ~ steve harrington* by @judeswhore

steve harrington finds out his girlfriend is pregnant by @gxthicwxrm

don’t move ~ steve harrington by @h4rringt0nswife

scoops and spies ~ steve harrington by @sagewritings

daisy ~ thomas shelby by @peakyswift

table read ~ joseph quinn by @nazifa94

nice fucking try ~ eddie munson by @itsoutrageouss

the color green ~ eddie munson* by @sunflowersteves

eddie munson dating a mean fem!cheerleader who is only nice to him by @kissitbttr

i’ll be gentle ~ eddie munson* by @eddiethebanishedhq

camping ~ eddie munson* by @munson-trashcan

deceiver ~ thomas shelby by @valentine-in-my-quinjet

you. this. us ~ sebastian stan by @time-for-a-library

never too much ~ eminem* by @slimshay-castle

cold ~ geralt of rivia by @mandos-things

spin the bottle ~ maddy perez by @kaicubus

angsty bucky x reader fic by @imyourbratzdoll

lloyd hansen x reader fic by @imyourbratzdoll

the great war ~ harry styles* by @goldengalore

harryween ~ harry styles* by @shroombloomm

candied oranges ~ spencer reid by @spencersawkward

nonsense ~ wednesday addams by @msgorillagripcoochie

it’s not fair ~ eddie munson by @toxic-aries

thirty seconds ~ austin butler* by @sargeant-bxrnes

emeralds and pearls* by @rayslittlekitten

smutty christmas joseph quinn fic* by @choke-me-joey

angsty eddie x reader fic by @forever-rogue

baby bump ~ spencer reid by @michelle-is-writing

blue version 1* and version 2* ~ joseph quinn by @quinnsbower

eyes open ~ joseph quinn by @faithinus

​eddie munson x shy!reader by @keeryshouse

[misshoneybee]

hello, my darlings. ♥️

so, as a smaller fic writer, i'd really love to become mutuals (and also friends 🥺) with some other creators who are also trying to grow their audience. i think it's so important for us to help lift each other up and i think this is a great way to try it.

if you write for any chris evans or sebastian stan characters, and are also 18+, please shoot me an ask or maybe reply to this because i'd really love to talk and read your fics!!

(i feel like posting this is a shot in the dark but i think it's worth a try!)

xx, maddie

[barbossas-wench]

There's something about Mrs Lovett's iconic space buns

I remember I read the comment somewhere that Lexi from Euphoria (despite I've never seen the show, thanks to spoilers on TikTok)where that her two hair rollers represent the devil's horns is that she's about to humiliated her sister, Cassie by pulling a beta play bc Cassie is dating her friend, Maddie's Ex, Nate

Another thing I can think of is Six the Musical when Anne Boleyn's space buns represent how some media (like Six) portrayed her as mischievous woman rather than ambitious and confident like her irl counterpart in history

Similarly, Mrs. Lovett's space buns represent that she's mischievous woman who manipulate and make Sweeney a serial killer cannibalistic Barber and she also lie and emotional manipulated Sweeney to "love" her in sinister way

[im-the-lyrical-danceflap]

Thanks Chichester. THE UNFRIEND has been a BLAST !!!

[buginateacup]

10 Songs, 10 People

Thank you @bubbles-the-banshee​ for tagging me in 10 Songs, 10 people

I'll tag: @owlinabasket​, @teal-writes​, @nientedal​, @trent-crimm​ @jurijurijurious​, @alabaster-moon​, @cornistasiathecoblinking​, @thatfilthyanimal​, @undynedevotion​, @mothgender​, @pixiewithaparasol​

Rules: Put your music on shuffle and list the first 10 songs that come up.

I decided to shuffle my liked songs on spotify because I haven’t updated my stored music in ages.

1. Expensive - Todrick Hall (https://youtu.be/IQ7wNm2GmAY)

2. No Turning Back Now - Drew Gasparini and Jeremy Jordan (https://youtu.be/vxliemi3exE)

3. Hayloft - Nickel Creek (man we are going back in time today) (https://youtu.be/L-Qx5CBI3Hk)

4. Surefire - Live from Tulsa, Wilderado (https://youtu.be/OEbuJV4CIuk currently devastatingly jealous of anyone who can see these guys live)

5. Photograph/Clair de Lune - Cody Fry (https://youtu.be/Dt3Z4PZSVEU)

6. Buzz - Maddie Medley (https://youtu.be/0NCgU8xAU7g)

7. Welcome Stranger - Meg Washington (There she is! https://youtu.be/EwpBPotbY_g)

8. A Girl’s Gotta Do - Jill Barber (https://youtu.be/k1je6cNWW_8)

9. Pink Lemonade - YVA (https://youtu.be/AyFct27w4wI)

10. Daddy Lessons - Beyonce (https://youtu.be/6Mm9ae_qg9I)

[eulalielatibule]

Characters I write for:

Marvel

Steve Rogers

Bucky Barnes

Wanda Maximoff

Kate Bishop

Julia Cornwall

Euphoria

Cassie Howard

Maddy Perez

Chris Evans

Andy Barber

Ari Levinson

Lloyd Hansen

Jake Jensen

Ransom Drysdale

Mr. Freezy

Curtis Everett

Pete Brenner

[solitaireinfoacc]

☆.. ﾉ tv shows

☆.. ﾉ a series of unfortunate events

★ klaus baudelaire

☆.. ﾉ amphibia

★ bee boonchuy

★ ivy sundew

★ jenni

★ maddie flour “fern”

★ marcy wu "mars"

★ polly plantar

★ terry "castor"

☆.. ﾉ big city greens

★ tilly green

☆.. ﾉ bluey

★ bingo heeler

☆.. ﾉ castle

★ alexis castle

★ kevin ryan

☆.. ﾉ friends

★ monica geller

☆.. ﾉ gravity falls

★ bill cipher

★ lauren corduroy (OC)

★ mabel pines 

☆.. ﾉ hazbin hotel

★ angel dust

★ charlie morningstar

★ niffty

☆.. ﾉ helluva boss

★ bee-lzebub

★ fizzarolli

★ moxxie

★ octavia goetia

☆.. ﾉ high school musical: the musical: the series

★ carlos rodriguez

★ gina porter

★ seb matthew-smith

☆.. ﾉ i am not okay with this

★ stanley barber

★ sydney novak “rae”

☆.. ﾉ jessie / bunk’d

★ emma ross

★ griff jones

★ ravi ross

☆.. ﾉ miraculous ladybug

★ adrien agreste

★ alya cesaire

★ april monelle (OC)

★ duusu

★ feuille (human tikki)

★ juleka couffaine

★ kagami tsurugi

★ lila rossi

★ nathaniel kurtzberg

★ sabrina raincomprix

★ sass

★ zoe lee

☆.. ﾉ shameless

★ fiona gallagher

★ ian gallagher

★ karen jackson

★ lip gallagher

★ mandy milkovich

☆.. ﾉ star vs. the forces of evil

★ hekapoo

★ star butterfly

☆.. ﾉ stranger things

★ alice creel

★ argyle

★ dustin henderson

★ eddie munson

★ eight prasad

★ eleven hopper

★ fred benson

★ max mayfield

★ nancy wheeler

★ robin buckley

★ ten / 010

★ will byers

☆.. ﾉ teen titans

★ beast boy

☆.. ﾉ the amazing race

★ aparna dhinakaran

★ james wallington

★ michelle newland

★ natalia kumar

★ raquel moore

☆.. ﾉ the amazing world of gumball

★ darwin watterson

☆.. ﾉ the amazing digital circus

★ jax

★ pomni

☆.. ﾉ the loud house

★ lucy loud

☆.. ﾉ the owl house

★ emira blight

★ hunter

★ king clawthorne

★ lilith clawthorne

★ luz noceda

★ matt tholomule

★ raine whispers

★ the collector “star”

★ vee noceda

★ willow park

☆.. ﾉ the umbrella academy

★ allison hargreeves

★ diego hargreeves

★ five hargreeves

★ harlan cooper (young)

★ klaus hargreeves

☆.. ﾉ total drama

★ blaineley o’halloran

★ brick mcarthur

★ carrie

★ cody emmett jameson anderson

★ courtney

★ crimson

★ dawn

★ ella

★ harold mcgrady

★ heather

★ izzy

★ jacques

★ katie

★ kitty

★ miles “spring”

★ sammy

★ scarlett

★ spud

★ zoey

☆.. ﾉ victorious

★ jade harley

☆.. ﾉ wednesday

★ divina

★ enid sinclair

★ eugene ottinger

★ rowan laslow

★ tyler galpin