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lollobarcollomanonmollo · 6 months

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women artists that you should know about!!

-Judith Leyster (Dutch, 1609-1660)

During her life her works were highly recognized, but she got forgotten after her death and rediscovered in the 19th century. In her paintings could be identified the acronym "JL", asually followed by a star, she was the first woman to be inserted in the Guild of St. Luke, the guild Haarlem's artists.

-Artemisia Gentileschi (Italian, 1593-1656)

"... Si è talmente appraticata che posso osar de dire che hoggi non ci sia pare a lei, havendo fatto opere che forse i principali maestri di questa professione non arrivano al suo sapere". This is how the father Orazio talked about his nineteen year old daughter to the Medici's court in Florence.

In 1611, Artemisia got raped, and she had to Undergo a humiliating trial, just to marry so that she could "Restore one's reputation" , according to the morality of the time. Only after a few years Artemisia managed to regain her value, in Florence, in Rome, in Naples and even in England, her oldest surviving work is "Susanna and the elders".

-Elisabeth Louise Vigèe Le Brun (French, 1755-1842)

She was a potrait artists who created herself a name during the Ancien Règime, serving as the potrait painting of the Queen of France Marie Antoinette, she painted 600 portraits and 200 landscapes in the course of her life.

-Augusta Savage (Afro-American, 1892-1962)

Augusta started making figures when she was a child, which most of them were small animals made out of red clay of her hometown, she kept model claying, and during 1919, at the Palm Beach County Fair, she won $25 prize and ribbon for most original exhibit. After completing her studies, Savage worked in Manhattan steam laundries to support her family along with herself. After a violent stalking made by Joe Gould that lasted for two decades, the stalker died in 1957 after getting lobotomized. In 2004, a public high school, Augusta Fells Savage Institute of Visual Arts, in Baltimore, opened.

-Marie Ellenrieder (German,1791-1863)

She was known for her portraits and religious paintings. During a two years long stay in Rome, she met some Nazarenes (group of early 19th century German romantic painters who wanted to revive spirituality in art),after becoming a student of Friedrich Overbeck and after being heavily influenced by a friend, she began painting religious image, getting heavily inspired by the Italian renaissance, more specifically by the artist Raphael. In 1829, she became a court painter to Grand Duchess Sophie of Baden.

-Berthe Marie Pauline Morisot (French,1841-1893)

Morisot studied at the Louvre, where she met Edouard Manet, which became her friend and professor. During 1874 she participated at her first Impressionist exhibition, and in 1892 sets up her own solo exhibition.

-Edmonia Lewis or also called "wildfire" (mixed African-American and Native American 1844-1907)

Edmonia was born in Upstate New York but she worked for most of her career in Rome, Italy. She was the first ever African American and Native American sculptor to achieve national and international fame, she began to gain prominence in the USA during the Civil Ware. She was the first black woman artist who has participated and has been recognized to any extent by the American artistic mainstream. She Also in on Molefi Kete Asante's list of 100 Greatest African Americans.

-Marie Gulliemine Benoist (French, 1768-1826)

Daughter of a civil servant, Marie was A pupil of Jaques-Louis David, whose she shared the revolutionary ideas with, painting innovative works that have caused whose revolutionary ideals he shared, painting innovative works that caused discussion. She opened a school for young girl artists, but the marriage with the banker Benoist and the political career Of the husband had slowly had effect on her artistic career, forcing her to stop painting. Her most famous work is Potrait of Madeline, which six years before slavery was abolished, so that painting became a simbol for women's emancipation and black people's rights.

-Lavinia Fontana (Italian, 1552-1614)

She is remembered for being the first woman artist to paint an altarpiece and for painting the first female nude by a woman (Minerva in the act of dressing), commissioned by Scipione Borghese.

-Elisabetta Sirani. (Italian, 1698-1665)

Her admirable artistic skills, that would vary from painting, drawing and engraving, permitted her, in 1660, to enter in the National Academy of S. Luca, making her work as s professor. After two years she replaced her father in his work of his Artistic workshop, turning it into an art schools for girls, becoming the first woman in Europe to have a girls' school of painting, like Artemisia Gentileschi, she represent female characters as strong and proud, mainly drawn from Greek and Roman stories. (ex. Timoclea Kills The Captain of Alexander the Great, 1659).

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walidabushaban · 9 days

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First, thank you for taking the time to read our entire story. This means the world to us. Our family is small and consists of two people.

My name's Farha Al-Aklouk, 28 years old, Palestinian. I work in the field of civil engineering. My husband Walid AbuShaban, 32 years old, Palestinian. He works as an engineer in the Gaza municipality. We live in Gaza.

They were married 6 months before the war. We were safe in Gaza until the war destroyed everything.

lost our home and we lost our job. We had to move to the south with great difficulty, and we are still facing bombing and living in fear. During the displacement, bodies were scattered everywhere, and the sounds of bombs were everywhere. I managed to escape safely without any loss of life.

We have become homeless and unsafe. There is no decent life in Gaza. We are now living in a tent as in the picture

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Camping is beautiful for only a week, but camping with the sounds of bombs and war for more than 200 days and the very hot weather is very difficult.

Here we face death hundreds of times every day. We want to start or return to our lives again, away from the ongoing wars and psychological tension, and we cannot leave Gaza.

My home before the war.

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My hobby of wool.

My husband's life before the war.

The large amount of money that must be paid by anyone trying to leave Gaza through the Rafah crossing. To reach Egypt.

It requires payment of $6,000 per person, and this amount must be paid in US dollars. This means $12,000 for my family. Of course, this is impossible for us in these circumstances, and they are only allowed to leave through the crossing.

As you know, We will start a new life from scratch because they left Gaza with nothing. The feeling of helplessness and fear of losing family at any moment has a negative impact on us.

We would like to express our sincere thanks for your generous donations. Every dollar, no matter how small, is precious to us. Your support means a lot and makes a real difference in our lives. Many thanks from our family for your generosity and compassion. We really appreciate your support.

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D'abord, merci d'avoir pris le temps de lire toute notre histoire. Cela signifie beaucoup pour nous. Notre famille est petite et se compose de deux personnes.

Je m'appelle Farha Al-Aklouk, j'ai 28 ans et je suis Palestinienne. Je travaille dans le domaine du génie civil. Mon mari, Walid AbuShaban, a 32 ans et est Palestinien. Il travaille en tant qu'ingénieur à la municipalité de Gaza. Nous vivons à Gaza.

Ils se sont mariés 7 mois avant la guerre. Nous étions en sécurité à Gaza jusqu'à ce que la guerre détruise tout.

Nous avons perdu notre maison et nos emplois. Nous avons dû déménager vers le sud avec beaucoup de difficultés, et nous sommes toujours confrontés à des bombardements et à la peur. Pendant le déplacement, des corps étaient éparpillés partout, et les sons des bombes étaient partout. J'ai réussi à m'échapper en toute sécurité sans aucune perte de vie.

Nous sommes devenus sans-abri et en insécurité. Il n'y a pas de vie décente à Gaza. Nous vivons maintenant dans une tente comme sur .

Le camping est agréable pendant seulement une semaine, mais camper avec les sons des bombes et de la guerre pendant plus de 200 jours et par une chaleur très intense est très difficile.

Ici, nous affrontons la mort des centaines de fois chaque jour. Nous voulons commencer ou reprendre nos vies, loin des guerres incessantes et de la tension psychologique, mais nous ne pouvons pas quitter Gaza.

La grande somme d'argent que doit payer quiconque tente de quitter Gaza par le passage de Rafah pour rejoindre l'Égypte. Il faut payer 6 000 dollars par personne, et cette somme doit être payée en dollars américains. Cela signifie 12 000 dollars pour ma famille. Bien sûr, cela est impossible pour nous dans ces circonstances, et nous ne sommes autorisés à sortir que par le passage.

Comme vous le savez, nous allons commencer une nouvelle vie à partir de zéro car nous avons quitté Gaza sans rien. Le sentiment d'impuissance et la peur de perdre la famille à tout moment ont un impact négatif sur nous.

Nous tenons à exprimer nos sincères remerciements pour vos généreuses donations. Chaque dollar, aussi petit soit-il, est précieux pour nous. Votre soutien signifie beaucoup et fait une réelle différence dans nos vies. Merci beaucoup de la part de notre famille pour votre générosité et votre compassion. Nous apprécions vraiment votre soutien.

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fayes-fics · 1 year

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Teacher Bridgerton

2k Celebration Masterpost

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader, Modern AU

Summary: Modern AU Benedict, primary school art teacher

Warnings: none... fluff, dad!Benedict

Word Count: 830

Authors Note: Last of my 2k follower celebration drabbles. This is for @guiltywaves with the prompt of art teacher Benedict (ask here). i had to end with some soft dad!Benedict, Unbetaed. Enjoy! <3

“Is this right, Mr Brid-etun?” a boy holds a piece of paper aloft, struggling to enunciate the last name a little, wiggling in his tiny chair.

“Daniel, this is art,” Benedict explains softly as he drops to kneeling next to the little boy. “There is no right or wrong; just whatever you want to draw, do that. And please call me Ben.”

The boy looks at him wide-eyed, almost suspicious. “Are you sure?”

“Yes, I am sure. I am your art teacher, remember?”

The boy nods solemnly and reaches across the low table for a crayon.

“Fank you, Ben,” he murmurs, a little peek of tongue at the corner of his mouth as he draws an arc in bright green.

Benedict smiles at the little boy and then stands back up to survey the cheery art room filled with 5-year-olds, preoccupied with crayons and their imaginations. It never fails to make him happy when Reception Year has its lesson every Wednesday morning. And not just because of one very special person it contains.

He never saw himself as a teacher, but a 2-month volunteering stint at summer classes on a whim became a temporary placement the following term that somehow became a job. That was seven years ago—he has never felt more content.

“Uncle Ben, I drew a cat!” a voice pipes up proudly, and he turns around to see Mary Bridgerton beaming up at him, holding a picture of what could possibly be a cat. It's a bright purple circle with rather demonic-looking red eyes and lightning-bolt yellow whiskers.

“Mary, that's very… colourful,” he offers diplomatically, bending down to ruffle her hair. “But remember, I'm just supposed to be Ben at school; I'm Uncle Ben at home,” he whispers as his brother's youngest child taps a finger to her nose with a wink, her pretty brown eyes shining as if agreeing to safeguard some grand secret.

“I want to draw a car,” Mary’s friend Lila sighs wistfully.

“You can do it, Lila. Here,” Benedict hands her a blue crayon. “Try with this. I can help if you get stuck. I’ll be right here. And look, it's blue, just like your Mummy’s car.”

Lila rolls her eyes. “Yes, I know, Daddy. I’m not colourblind like Uncle Colin,” she replies dryly, eliciting a peal of laughter from Mary. She is often far more mature than her years, and she is growing up so fast that sometimes it terrifies him.

“Lila!” he admonishes quietly. “Remember, you must call me Ben when we are at school! And Uncle Colin isn't colourblind; he is just clueless about how to dress himself,” Benedict adds with slight relish.

“But Mary just called you Uncle Ben,” Lila retorts, drawing a quite impressive version of a blue car for her age—Benedict's heart wells at the sight but schools his expression the best he can.

“It was a accident!” Mary pipes up, indignant.

“It’s okay, Mary,” Benedict soothes. “Just remember to call me Ben at school if you can.”

She agrees and returns to her art—starting on a quiet terrifying-looking green dog.

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“Mummy, look!” Lila runs up to you as you walk in from work after a long day, the delicious scent of garlic and herbs greeting you as soon as the front door opens.

She is holding aloft a remarkable drawing of a blue car. Very much like the one you just climbed out of.

“That's wonderful, Lila!” you compliment as you drop your work bag and take the paper from her for a closer look, kissing her cheek before she runs back to the kitchen table excitedly.

You wander in after her, admiring her handiwork, to be greeted by your husband feeding your baby boy in his highchair as dinner simmers away on the hob.

“Somebody is taking after her Daddy,” you smile indulgently, leaning in to kiss his jaw as you watch his face light up with joy, seeing what you have in your hands. He turns his head to capture your lips instead.

“I am so ridiculously proud; she's my star pupil. That's bad to say, isn't it?” he confesses over your lips, grimacing slightly in an utterly enchanting way.

You chuckle, nuzzling his face, enjoying the slight rasp of stubble. “It's just fine, Mr Bridgerton. I do believe it’s okay to play favourites if the class contains your own daughter.”

“I'm just glad she draws better than Mary,” he confesses, keeping his voice soft enough that Lila cannot hear.

“That bad, eh?” you laugh, dropping a kiss on your son's hair as he mashes banana into his own cheek, burbling happily.

“Stuff of nightmares,” he shudders, and you can’t help but giggle.

“Well, I'm certainly not telling Anthony,” you warn, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as his twine around your waist, pulling you into his comforting embrace. “Or Kate.”

“Yeah, me either; I’ll give Mary a gold star and lie at parents' evening,” he jests into your hair.

“Smart man, teacher Bridgerton.”

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deancasbigbang · 9 months

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Title: right in the palm of your hand

Author: LoversAntiquities

Artist: JenniferB

Rating: Mature

Pairings: Dean/Castiel, Dean/Others (mentioned)

Length: 39000

Warnings: Suicidal ideation, descriptions of torture

Tags: Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Parenthood, Trauma Recovery, Future Fic, Post-Season 12 Finale

Posting Date: October 30, 2023

Summary: Five years after Castiel's death, Dean has built a life in Murphy, North Carolina. A decent life, with a house he built with his own hands, and Jack, now five years old and beginning kindergarten in the fall. Only, after a string of failed relationships and sleepless nights staring at the urn on his windowsill, he makes an unwilling decision--to bury Castiel for good. Only, the night he and Jack bury Castiel's ashes, the unthinkable happens--Castiel rises from the dead, wounded from his time in the Empty, and with his resurrection comes questions Dean never thought he would need answered. Namely, how long will Castiel stay with him--and will the Empty come back for him, once and for all?

Excerpt: On the other end, the phone rings three times—then a fourth, and Dean’s heart sinks. A fifth, and the dial tone ends halfway, the noise replaced with a tired sigh. “Isn’t it a little late for you to be calling?” Dean snorts and tilts his head back, eyes closed. “Jack had a hard day. Swear, the kid’s brain never shuts off.” Mary hums a noise. A metal chair scrapes the concrete floor on the other end, grating in Dean’s ears. Kitchen, then. “When you were three, you used to go on these tangents,” she says, mirthful yet somehow sad. “I couldn't understand what you were saying most of the time, but on the days you talked the most, it took forever to put you to bed.” “I probably gave you hell,” Dean says. He rubs the bridge of his nose, the pressure only furthering the ache behind his eyes. “I’m turning into John.” For a long moment, Mary doesn’t reply. Dean listens to her walk, her socked feet padding lightly through the Bunker; a door opens, then clicks shut. “Don’t talk about yourself like that,” she says, quiet. “What happened?” Nothing, he thinks. In the grand scheme of things, today’s incident was barely a drop in the bucket of Dean’s bad parenting skills, but it still stings all the same. “I’m—The kid scares me to death,” he says with a pained laugh. “I thought I was getting better at this. I thought, if I did everything the opposite of what dad did to me, then I’d finally redeem myself, but I…” A breath. “He scared me today, and I—I scared him.” “Dean.” Her bed frame creaks. Dean imagines her sitting on the edge of her mattress, dressed in a cotton robe with her hair pulled back, her eyes just as tired as the day he left. “I wish you would’ve let us help.” “I know.” Admittedly, he should have let Mary and Sam take on co-parenting duties, but Jack was Castiel’s son, and for some reason, letting anyone else take responsibility of him felt like betrayal. “I’m not gonna throw a kid in your lap again, especially after you just…” After you came back, he wants to say. “Know it ain’t been easy on you, either.” “It hasn’t,” Mary says, “but it’s getting better.” There’s that, at least.

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sebstan2020 · 11 months

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All Good Girls Go To Heaven

Pairing: Mafia Bucky Barnes x Christian Girl

Warnings: Smut, BDSM, Spanking, Fingering, Dominance, Submission, Bondage, Name Calling, Punishment, Worshipping, Sir Kink, Innocent Girl

Notes: Entry for @nickfowlerrr writing contest seven deadly sins contest. I hope you like it, let me know what you think in the comments and hope this fits the rules of the contest

Lust - Strong Sexual Desire

Mary looked over her shoulder, checking the coast was clear. Although she had done this a hundred times, she was still cautious each and every time. Escaping her security had become like second nature to her now and she was so good at it that she didn’t even have to make up silly excuses like she did in the beginning. Being the daughter of the president of the united states of America meant full protection at all hours of the day, even when she was sleeping. Her father was hot on her security and they were tighter than the knots on her sneakers. But she had the knack for escaping them. Being at a Christian boarding school meant she had her own dorm and that meant privacy. Her security never entered unless she permitted it and she could keep them waiting out there all night if she wanted. Her trick was sneaking out the window and making a dash for it, playing her music low as if to create the illusion she was studying.

If they knew where she was running off to, they’d have a heart attack and so would her father. Mary was a sweet girl, a Christian by heart. Growing up in a Christian girl's school, she never had the interaction with boys like some of her other friends did and she never experienced the so-called relationships you had with them. Never had she been kissed, touched or held by a man. Not until she met him.

Mary pulled her cardigan closer around her shirt and skirt, her white sneakers scraping across the concrete and scuffing the ground. There was a slight breeze in the air and she hurried along, feeling a sweat break out as she slowly reached her destination. She couldn’t help the paranoia set in as she jogged up the marble steps of the grand hotel, bright warm lights greeting her as she entered through the revolving door, soft music playing above. It was quiet and dead. She had been here many times and each time she entered, she was just as nervous as the last. Nervous in a good way and a bad way. She looked young, with her brown hair held back by a red headband, her Christian uniform screaming innocence. Often times she’d get stares from the worst kind of people creeps that sat in the bar across from the reception, loudly laughing as they drank liquor till they were stumbling home. This wasn’t any old hotel.

Despite her being here a few times, she couldn’t help the innocence flood through as she reached the desk, peering over the large wooden surface and was greeted by the beautiful Lily. Dressed in a tight latex dress and heels, her hair curled and bouncy, with long nails and smoky eyes. Every time she made her nervous.

“Oh good you’re here, he’s waiting for you” she smirked, leaning on the desk and she blushed, thanking her quietly before making her way to the elevators. Mary waited patiently as the elevator took her to the upper floor, pinging open to the long hallway of rooms and she made her way down to the suite at the end. The biggest room available here and it was all his.

The tingles in her stomach were building and she blushed more, biting her lower lip as she became excited and hot. Remembering her manners, she knocked on the door, waiting for his command and when his soft voice spoke, she entered the room. It was warm, with the soft scent of vanilla and the warmth of the candles lighting the room. The clean smell of polished wood could just be identified through the vanilla. The sickly smell of strong leather was also in the air and the smells brought back memories.

There he was, standing in all his glory, dressed immaculately in a dark suit of black, a double-breasted jacket, tight trousers and polished shoes that cost hundreds of dollars. His cologne could be smelt from the other end of the room, rich and pungent, stabbing through the soft aromas. He turned around, spotting her at the door and smiled, confidently looking towards Mary who couldn’t help the grin on her lips.

“I thought you weren’t coming for a second then” his dark sexy voice broke the silence between them.

“I had to make sure my security was busy” she admitted and he smirked.

“Good girl” he praised and it sent a tingle down her body. Those simple little words could make Mary fall to her knees for him and she just might. After all, he was her master, her owner, dominant and lover. He was the most ruthless mafia boss in the city, the most dangerous man ever to be heard of and she belonged to him… James Barnes.

Christian girls were supposed to be innocent and untouched. But not Mary. Ever since she ran into him that day, she couldn’t get him off her mind and vice versa. He was infatuated with her, couldn’t stop thinking about her and wouldn’t until he had her. Before she was like an untouched flower and now she was used in any way shape or form that he desired and Mary loved it. Craved it. It goes against everything she knew growing up, what she believed in but his lust for her was like an addicting drug, dragging her further into his darkness.

James padded over to her, shoes clicking on the polished floor as they met halfway into the hotel room. Mary looked up at him, eyes wide and lips slightly parted as he towered over her, smirking.

“You know this uniform does things to me” he whispered, running his eyes up and down her beautiful body. Her short skirt was teasing him and her long socks and sneakers proved how innocent she could be. If her father knew of the dirty things she had done, he would send her far away so she would never be touched by another man again. James lusted for her, lusted to put his hands on her, to mark her, to own her and to use her, like a personal sex toy. If there was one thing he enjoyed more than anything it was a girl submitting to his desires.

“Yes Sir” she whispered and James cupped her face, his long fingers curling around her head, bringing her closer as he leaned down. He kissed her hard, biting her bottom lip and dragging it out, letting it pop back. Mary moaned, falling into her own desires, her own fantasies. James immediately began to undress her, long fingers unbuttoning her cardigan, throwing it to the side and moving to her shirt. His hands were warm and soft, his long fingers slightly tickling her as he traced over her arms. Mary stared up at him, infatuated like a spell had been cast upon her. She was must shorter compared to James.

James ripped her shirt off, throwing it across the room, the buttons clattering on the polished floor. She was wearing her lace white bra, just for him and he moaned, running his hands over her breasts, squeezing as he slipped them around her back and unhooked her bra with ease, releasing her small breasts. Mary couldn’t help the moan escaping her as he cupped them, the warmth from his hands radiating onto her. It made her wet down there and she was shaking with pleasure.

“Finish getting undressed” he ordered softly and she nodded quickly, rushing to take her skirt off whilst James padded over to one of the walls of the room. This wasn’t your average hotel. This was a place for men and women to express their fantasies and desires, their pleasures, to explore their sense of pain. A place to safely exercise the practice of pleasure and pain, bondage and discipline, submission and domination. Hanging on the walls of each room were various implements, ropes, leathers, cuffs, metals, chains and belts. Hidden in the draws were toys of every kind, garments of clothing hanging in the wardrobes, and sensory deprivation items to add that little bit of something.

James grabbed a pair of leather cuffs, simple but effective. Dangling them from his finger, he swaggered back over to Mary who was standing in her long socks and sneakers and panties, the white lace ones that matched the bra. She waited patiently, smiling as he came over but with a stern look on his face.

“I said get undressed” he scolded and Mary swallowed, racing to take her panties and shoes off along with her socks. She wasn’t the greatest at listening or taking orders from her master and most likely would receive a punishment, not that she was complaining.

“Sorry Sir” she breathed, standing fully naked now in front of him, completely on a show for him and he grinned.

“That’s better” The cuffs were wrapped around her wrists, tightened and locked. The simple black leather against her pale skin made James harden under his tight trousers and he smirked as he stared down at her, teasing her with his fingers as he trailed them over her body. The feel of the leather made Mary wet and hot and the tingles were flooding her pussy. James grabbed the small chain linking the cuffs together, tugging her over to the sofa opposite the bed. Sinking down, he flung her over his knee, positioning her so her ass was in the air, her body resting on his knee and hands gripping his ankle for support. His hand gently caressed her ass, the skin cold and tender still from a couple of days ago.

“Because you didn’t listen, I’m going to spank you” he informed, a hand gripping into her hair and Mary whimpered, nodding slowly. His hand came down fast, smacking her hard, the sound echoing in the room. Tingles shot through her ass, the skin instantly turning red and she moaned and yelped at the same time.

“Thank you Sir” she answered, an immediate response she learned from her time with James.

Another spank came and she jolted, this time it being harsher.

“Thank you Sir” she whispered, gripping his leg for support. He smelt heavenly and her body resting on his sent a wave of pleasure through her.

“Mmm, good girl… what do you think god would think of you, knowing you were such a little slut” he teased. He loved to tease her, telling her how much of a slut she was for letting him use her like this, letting him take her body any way he liked.

“He wouldn’t like it” she breathed, wincing as the next spank came and she moaned, her pussy dripping.

“What about your father… if he knew you were sneaking away from your security to meet with a man of the mafia” his grip on her hair tightened and another spank came. This one was the worst but the pain was pleasurable and she’d have it again.

“He wouldn’t like it either Sir” She was too distracted by the spanks to think straight and then James lifted her head up by her hair, his lips pressing to her ear.

“Who do you belong to?” He whispered.

“You Sir” she whispered back and he chuckled softly, pressing a kiss to her ear, biting the top of it between his teeth.

“That’s right, you’re all mine, mine to do whatever I like,” he said and she nodded. Her pussy was wetter than a waterfall, cum dripping down her thighs, her clit so sensitive.

His hand dipped between her legs, fingers pushing inside her wet pussy, curling inside her and sending shocks through her body. Mary groaned, her head spinning with pleasure, eyes rolling to the back of her head and she gripped his tights tightly. She wasn’t going to last very long. James had a strict rule of no cumming without his permission and if she broke it, she’d endure more punishment. He rubbed slowly, teasing her, watching her melt in his hands.

“Oh please Sir” she moaned, shaking on top of him. He chuckled darkly, his fingers pumping her pussy. She wasn’t going to be able to hold back but if she came that would be a cane to her ass. James rubbed his thumb over her sensitive clit, the tingles brewing within her, toes curling and legs shaking, the cuffs rattling as she gripped his leg tightly.

“Please Sir can I cum?” She begged at the top of her lungs, praying he would grant her, her wish. But a soft chuckle came and a slap to her dripping pussy meant her chances were nil. James yanked her backwards, arching her back as she kneeled between his legs, parted lips and glossy eyes.

“Not yet, first I want some pleasure” he murmured, dark eyes and a smirk. Mary swallowed and nodded.

“Good, now get on your knees and do what you do best” he ordered, releasing her hair.

“Yes Sir” she answered sweetly and bent down, beginning to worship her master.

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natequarter · 7 months

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you wonder why the scots were so unstable, then you look at their monarchy and realise they had seven child monarchs in a row. oh your king's a twelve-year-old? that sucks. what, he's been assassinated? huh! good thing his heir-- HE'S SIX? good thing he isn't going to die a ridiculous death like getting blown up by a cannon any time soon! BUT NOT FOR LONG! what, he was actually blown up by a cannon? wow. anyway, we're leaving the throne in the capable hands of a nine-year-old. that won't go wrong! OR SO WE THOUGHT! well, at least it wasn't a cannon that took him out this time, just a little bit of rebellion and war. and we're leaving the throne in the capable hands of a competent and popular ruler.

BUT NOT FOR LONG! this idiot gets absolutely wrecked at the hands of the english. and by wrecked, i mean killed. great news for henry viii, terrible news for little one-year-old jamie (his nephew, i should point out), a.k.a. your highness, and fifth in a long line of idiots called james. (you'd think they'd learn to pick another name.) things work out eventually, right up until henry viii's lot come back onto the scene and get into a bunch of fights with the scots. unbelievably, things are about to get so much worse. in a real smart move, james dies at the grand old age of thirty. (i feel the need to point out that none of these jameses lived past the age of forty-two. and that's being generous.)

enter mary. she's catholic! she's not called james! she's the queen of scotland! and guess how old she is? six days! yes, you heard that right - six days. (and you thought six years was bad.) she's eventually whisked away to live in france and later marry the dauphin, handily solving the problem of the english trying to kidnap her and marry her off to edward vi. (she's five at this point. edward is ten. françois, the dauphin, is three. don't think too hard about any of that.)

they grow up. edward dies at fifteen. mary i, best known for her fondness for barbecues, dies five years later. françois, sensing a trend, dies two years after that at sixteen. mary returns to scotland, and all is well.

OR SO WE THOUGHT! whilst england was busy being torn apart by religious matters, scotland was busy being torn apart by religious matters. (you'll never guess what's happening in france.) mary, of course, is a devout catholic. some of the scots, who have spent twelve years without a monarch, let alone a catholic girl raised in france, are... not. rebellions! political instability! back to the status quo, basically. john knox is not happy, but when is he ever? elizabeth i kindly tries to help things by sending her bestie robert dudley (yes, that robert) to marry mary. this, unsurprisingly, does not go down well. fortunately, mary solves all these problems by creating a new one: she marries her half-cousin, henry lord darnley! yuck! i mean, yay! more rebellion (led by mary's half-brother)! henry turns on mary because he wants more power! he allies with the protestant lords, and they stab mary's private secretary to death in front of her whilst she's pregnant! the usual.

BUT NOT FOR LONG! mary and henry escape, they have a lovely little son called james (they still hadn't learn their lesson about scottish jameses), and they all live happily ever after until henry's house is blown up and he's found smothered outside in broad daylight. suspects include: everyone in scotland. but mostly lord bothwell, who proceeds to kidnap mary and marry her. now, you may struggle to believe this, but things go downhill from here. mary is eventually forced to abdicate, and flees to england. bothwell is imprisoned in denmark, and later goes insane. as for james, now the one-year-old james vi (anyone sensing a pattern here?), well, he's probably too busy learning to speak to care. because, you know, he's one. some people never learn.

from this point onwards, mary's kept under house arrest by elizabeth i. in a display of gratitude towards elizabeth, mary promptly spends the rest of her life plotting against her. or being involved in plots. in the meantime, james's regent, also called james stewart (mary's aforementioned half-brother; the name is cursed), earns the dubious honour of being the first head of government to be assassinated with a firearm. eventually, after mary, that virtuous angel, actively tries to kill elizabeth, elizabeth gets fed up and drops a sword on mary's neck. james, who last saw his mother at the age of zero years old, must have been devastated.

you all know what happened next: elizabeth died at the grand old age of sixty-nine, and james inherited the throne. thus followed decades of religious instability, parliamentary infighting, and stubborn monarchs who refused to listen to reason, which were surely new to the elizabethans. james, who was what is commonly known these days as a "hot mess" or "bisexual disaster" - don't quote me on that - was nearly blown up in a plot masterminded by a guy called tosser. sorry, i mean a tosser called guy. he also pissed everyone off by being a bit too buddy-buddy with several men, possibly lovers. (probably lovers.) that was not the end of the curse of james stewart (see: james ii of england), but it did at least put an end to mary queen of scots. oh, and england and scotland were united. that too. cue much chaos with a man you've probably heard of, named oliver cromwell... the rest is history. i mean, all of this is history, but you know what i mean.

and that's the story of why having seven child monarchs in a row is a really fucking bad idea!

#historyposting

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hussyknee · 3 months

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Somewhat put off by the spoilers I've read about Mary and George. There's no doubt nearly all relationships in the British court were some level of sordid, but King James, to all intents and purposes, had genuine feelings for his three male favourites, most especially George Villiers. He was no Henry VIII. I don't know why they wanted to reduce the most famous and open homosexual relationship in European royal history to a comedy between a "cock-struck" old lech and a conniving courtier that led him by the nose and then betrayed and murdered him.

All evidence points to George at least being loyal to James (if you discount his love letters as simply sucking up to his benefactor) and even had a fond relationship with his Queen and his son Charles. He was in fact in France when James died, and reportedly cried when he heard the news.

It's even a little heartbreaking because this is right after Nicholas Galitzine played the closeted gay Prince Henry in Red, White and Royal Blue, who in the book is proud of the open and unashamed love between his ancestor and his lover, and the way even James's son Charles I honoured Villiers for accompanying him to the Spanish Court to ask for the hand of the Infanta.

“Actually . . . you remember how I told you about the gay king, James I?”

“The one with the dumb jock boyfriend?”

“Yes, that one. Well, his most beloved favorite was a man named George Villiers. ‘The handsomest-bodied man in all of England,’ they called him. James was completely besotted. Everyone knew. This French poet, de Viau, wrote a poem about it.” He clears his throat and starts to recite: ‘One man fucks Monsieur le Grand, another fucks the Comte de Tonnerre , and it is well known that the King of England, fucks the Duke of Buckingham.’” Alex must be staring, because he adds, “Well, it rhymes in French. Anyway. Did you know the reason the King James translation of the Bible exists is because the Church of England was so displeased with James for flaunting his relationship with Villiers that he had the translation commissioned to appease them?”

“You’re kidding.”

“He stood in front of the Privy Council and said, ‘Christ had John, and I have George.’’

“Jesus.”

“Precisely.” Henry’s still looking up at the statue, but Alex can’t stop looking at him and the sly smile on his face, lost in his own thoughts. “And James’s son, Charles I, is the reason we have dear Samson. It’s the only Giambologna that ever left Florence. He was a gift to Charles from the King of Spain, and Charles gave it, this massive, absolutely priceless masterpiece of a sculpture, to Villiers. And a few centuries later, here he is. One of the most beautiful pieces we own, and we didn’t even steal it. We only needed Villiers and his trolloping ways with the queer monarchs. To me, if there were a registry of national gay landmarks in Britain, Samson would be on it.”

Henry’s beaming like a proud parent, like Samson is his, and Alex is hit with a wave of pride in kind.

He takes his phone out and lines up a shot, Henry standing there all soft and rumpled and smiling next to one of the most exquisite works of art in the world.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m taking a picture of a national gay landmark,” Alex tells him. “And also a statue.”

Like all white liberals, Casey McQuiston tends to romanticise the crime against humanity that is royalty and also that house built by bunch of slave owners that has since housed a progression of genocidal war criminals. There's very little to like about any British monarch. But the relationship between James and Villiers is a significant part of gay history and there's no need to smear it even more than it's already been smeared the last four hundred years, contrary to the actual known facts.

Idk man. I'm sensitive to this stuff Ig. Maybe I'd be a little more positive about it if I watched it, but the trailer gave me "tee hee they're gay" vibes so Idk if I want to.

Edit: so it seems the trailer is misleading and the story is more complex than a "tee hee gay" comedy. I might watch it after all, even if the starkly visible age difference makes me a bit queasy. How tf is Galitzine nearly thirty and a babyface with those razor cheekbones?? Perfect to show how uncomfortable it looks for a middle aged man to get with a kid of twenty.

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marylily-my-beloved · 5 days

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MARAUDERS ERA GIRLS AND THE INSTRUMENTS THEY WOULD PLAY: (p1)

Lily: She would play the cello. Because she loved it since she was a little kid and when she finally got the money to get one she was so excited and happy she would not shut up about it for MONTHS.

Mary: She would love her acoustic guitar, take it everywhere it is acceptable to start playing. It was always in her car, and she painted some cute lilies on it for her Lily.

Marlene: Marlene tried starting her own band but it never worked out, because of that she had her beloved electric guitar, named Cas after her girlfriend. It was bright pink with a flame design.

Pandora: Pandora plays the harp. She loves the vibes and she has one she made mini to play some funny sound effects whenever she wants to. Her big harp in her house is amazing and seems magical and ethereal. She also knows how to play the piano but she doesn't really like it.

Dorcas: C'mon we all know she has a matching electric guitar with her girlfriend Marlene. The guitars name is Marls, and it's purple with a flame design, she barely uses it though, it's like Marlene's second guitar.

Emmeline: She can play a number of instruments and has all of them in her house, but her favourite one is the flute. The flute that she learnt from 4th grade muggle classes, and all she can remember is hot cross buns but she loves her flute so much she adores it.

Emma: She does not play an instrument, she would rather die. Literally. Once her mother tried to force her to learn the drums and she literally exploded. 💥💣🤯

Sybill: She plays like an insane amount of instruments that are cool & interesting. Omnichord, Otomatone, Nose flute, Clarinet, violin, name something and she probably plays it. She also has a mini version of every single instrument she plays. Once she had a prediction that her house was going to burn down so she carried all her instruments around mini, her house didn't burn down but her instruments were stuck small, so she bought new ones.

Narcissa: Piano. That's all she plays, she much rather prefers drawing, so she has drawing stuff everywhere, she painted and drew all over her grand piano, and she coloured all the keys (idk how it would work) and did cute patterns on them. All the A keys were coloured with Alice's favourite colour <3

Andromeda: Piano &

Bellatrix: The only instrument she knows is the piano, and that was by force (a lot of force). She hates playing the piano, but she knows how to. The piano in her house haunts her (it was a gift from her dad...), she never looks at it, it's covered up.

Alice: We all know that Alice loves her good old drum kit, she learnt ages ago and somehow still remembers it. She always plays for Naricssa, and she used to be in Marlene's 'band'. Thank god it never worked out because Alice hated playing in front of people.

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anaghostprincessblog · 21 hours

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mbbsgf · 3 months

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ABOUT MARIE

my name's marie , i'm 19 years old, i'm bisexual and i was born on february 13th

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my favorite people on here are my sweet babies @mattsneezing , @slut4mattsturn and @worldlxvlys

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geekedoutbunny · 6 months

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Macaque x Nun! Reader - Come With Me

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Title: Macaque x Nun! Reader Come With Me

Paring: Macaque x Nun! Reader

Rating: Rated M

Warning: Child abandonment, orphans, lying, religious beliefs, abandonment of religion, Anthropolatry

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The bells in the church charmed signifying the start of lunch, nuns of all ages raced down the stairs and through the halls, all coming from different directions as they made their way to the dining hall, children who were dressed in proper wear were mixed in with the nuns. Once in the dining room, they all separated, going to their usual seats with their friends as they all waited for lunch to be served. The children were all seated between a nun, child, nun, child, nun, child, and so forth. They were all chatting among themselves as plates and silverware were placed down before them by other nuns, it didn't take long for everyone to settle in, their plates empty as they waited for the head nun and the priest. Laughter and chatting could be heard for a while before the doors opened making everyone become silent immediately.

The priest bowed his head in welcome, and the nuns all greeted him back in kind, next came the head nun, and she too bowed her head in greeting, and everyone responded back in kind. They all silently waited for them to take their seats at the head of the table, everyone bowed their heads in prayer as the priest spoke. "We thank you, Mother Mary, for blessing us with this joyous meal that we are all going to share together. Thank you for allowing us to wake up and see another day, for watching over our young, and for keeping us all safe. Mother Mary, I ask of you to continue to keep your guiding hand over our heads as we continue about our day, I pray that we continue to follow you in your holy footsteps, to continue to rebuke the devil, in the name of Mother Mary, Brother Joseph and the holy child that is Jesus Christ, Amen." "Amen. " All the nuns and children repeated before they raised their heads, and they served themselves lunch.

The head nun watched all the younger nuns help make the children and themselves plates, she looked on proudly before her eyes suddenly darkened in the realization that a nun was missing. She gave an annoyed sigh as she shook her head. 'Sister (Y/n) is missing, again... I bet she's hanging out with that filthy demon boy again.' She thought in distaste as she looked towards the windows. The sky was mostly clear a few whispy clouds floated along, as you ran through the short green grass, your breath coming out in pants as you raced up the hill towards the old oak tree that sat tall. You raced towards it coming to a slow stop as you huffed, you ran the moment the bell rang, getting lost in the hungry crowd and taking advantage of their one-track minds as you ducked out the door.

You walked up to the tree, its thick trunk and equally thick branches always left you speechless, it was a giant, healthy tree, it's been there for as long as you could remember. You sighed as you placed your hand gently on the trunk of the tree, staring up at it with an admiring gaze. "I hope to live just as old as you one day, grand oka." You spoke aloud to yourself. A chuckle sounded out. "Hehehe! I doubt you'd be able to live that long, but hey, a girl can dream, right?" Came a male voice. You slowly smiled as you looked around, searching for the owner of the voice.

He couldn't be seen anywhere, your eyes darted back and forth as you looked for him. "I could if I tried." You spoke back in a half-hearted argument. "I'm not sure about that, you'd have to be immortal to pull off such a feat, something you ain't." He mocked. You rolled your eyes, but your smile grew bigger. "That may be true, but if I pray and believe in Mother Mary, then I can live forever by her side." You said, walking around the tree as you continued to search for him. He scoffed. "And you actually believe that? I've been to your so-called 'heaven', and believe me, there is no 'Mary' there." He spoke. Your smile slightly faded at his words. "If that's true, why do we pray to her then?" You asked.

"I don't know, perhaps it's a way to keep yourself sane, a way to have answers that don't exist, such as why the universe exists, who made the planets, and whatnot." He said, his logic always made you have doubts about your own beliefs, but you never gave up. "If that's true, then you must know who created those very things then." You said, trying to find a loophole in his response, you rouned the tree at a slow pace, vanishing behind the large trunk before Macaque walked at an equally slow pace behind you, an amused smile on his face as he played mary-go-round with you without you realizing it.

He gave an amused chuckle. "Wouldn't you like to know what I know." He said teasingly, you looked around thoughtfully. "I would actually, you say you know some of everything there is to know, and I would like to learn from you." You said honestly. He went silent for a moment before you pulled back in shock when he suddenly appeared in front of you.

You stared at him questionably while he gave you a devious smirk. "I can do more than just teach you. When I can show you." He said in a convincing tone. You stared at him, your eyes wide and glossy with curiosity and excitement. "Could you really?" You asked him, hope in your voice. He nodded, a charming smirk on his face. You looked down at his offered hand, and you looked back at the church. Uncertainty lay in your eyes.

"I can't leave the church grounds, it's against the rules." You said, sadness in your voice as you looked back at him, your eyes dimmed down with disappointment. He looked at the church with an unimpressive gaze before he looked back at you. "It'll be quick, besides, who would even know if you're gone or not, it's not like they know you're out here." He said his brow arching in thought. You stared at him nervously before you looked down at his offered hand and back at the church. "I don't want to disobey Mother Mary, for I've been blessed by her, and I don't wish to take her blessing for granted." You explained.

He rolled his eyes as he dropped his offered hand. "Oh, come on!! Being blessed by 'Mother Mary' doesn't mean that you can't live a little." He said as he stared at you with an annoyed stared. You shook your head as you backed away from him slowly. "I'm sorry, Macaque, but I can't disobey, I've been chosen, and I refuse to ruin it." You said, slight anger in your voice as you spoke to him. He stared at you with a bored stare before he looked away from you, he crossed his arms and leaned back against the tree. "Fine, go and continue to play good girl for 'Mother Mary', but I can tell you now, she isn't real, and she doesn't care for you like that." He said in a solemn voice.

You glared at him as you pouted. "She is real!! And she does love me!! She -" Your defense was cut off by a scoff by Macaque. "She what? Did she tell you herself? Or did you hear it from the fake priest who's sleeping with the head nun?" He challenged. You stared at him with disbelief as you slowly shook your head, you couldn't disagree with him verbally at that first statement because it was true, it was the priest who told you... Not Mother Mary herself. He watched as you slowly backed up from him, the look of betrayal on your face as your eyes shined with unshed tears.

"Sister Kantra was right about you, I should've listened to her." You whispered as your heart broke. He stared at you with a questioning yet knowing glare. "You should learn to live for yourself and not let others live through you." He said, you stared at him, your stare distant and lost. He continued as he turned towards you. "Tell me, do you really believe in 'Mother Mary?'... Do you actually believe that she chose you when there are a million other girls in that church who are just like you?" He tried to reason. You shook your head as you turned away from him, you walked back down the hill with brisk steps, but his voice could still be heard. "Why do you praise 'Mother Mary'? Is it because you think it's right? Or was it because you were told to do so?" He asked.

His question made you stop walking, as you thought over his question, your life flashed through your mind. Your parents dropped you off at the church, forcing you to be an orphan as they never came back for you. Growing up with the other orphan children and the older nuns, getting used to your new 'family'. The former head nun preaching to you that good things come to those who praise Mother Mary. You pray for your parents to come back, and you follow all the rules, never breaking a single one... Until Macaque came, that is.

You began hanging with the Monkey Demon, believing that perhaps he had answers that you needed help answering, and he did have answers. He knew everything, he was your blessing from Mother Mary, and he was a gift. You believed that he was an angel sent by her. you slowly forgot about your parents, listening to Macaque's words as they were always blunt and nothing but the truth. He always stayed honest with you, never holding back his harsh words, not even when they made you cry. But you liked that about him.

He stayed honest with you, no matter how hard it was on you. He told you that your parents left because they just simply didn't want you anymore, that they probably couldn't care for you anymore. He told you that all the nuns in the church didn't really believe in Mother Mary because none of their prayers were ever answered, just like yours... But then, the priest came and told you that you were chosen by Mother Mary, he said that she told him herself... and you believed it... but deep in your heart, you didn't.

Not with the way he was rubbing your shoulders and your arms, the way he grabbed the back of your neck, it felt wrong... So you clung to Macaque because he was the only truth in your life that you could believe in... You looked back at him, and tears ran down your face as your faith in 'Mother Mary' began to dissipate. "She's not real... isn't she." You said, not really asking a question. He stared at you with pity as he walked towards you slowly. You watched him through your blurry vision, the wind blew, bowling his cloak and his fur making your eyes widen.

'Beautiful... He's so beautiful... He's an angel, not sent by Mother Mary, but of his own free will.' You thought, your heart soared as the one being you clung onto became your new belief. He reached his hand out to you, a small yet welcoming smile on his face. "Come with me... and be free from this fake life you've isolated yourself in." he said, as he once more offered his hand to you. You gave him a teary smile as you reached for his hand, taking it with no questions asked. The figure of Mother Mary in your thoughts vanished, and you felt chains breaking around you. He pulled you towards him, a proud smile on his face.

You chuckled as you sniffled. "Come on, we got nothing to lose and a world to see." He said, as he rubbed your tears from your cheek. You nodded your head as you walked away with him, leaving behind a life that you never looked back at.

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fandomfluffandfuck · 2 months

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i have to scream ab this somewhere bc ive just posted the first chapter of a new fic and im SO. EXCITED!!!!!

as well as this, i wanted to know - are you working on anything right now? if so, maybe you don't mind sharing a couple lines of dialogue as a teaser (bc i miss your writing alot especially after you can('t) teach an old dog new tricks)!! think of it as an ask game that i unofficially started lol.

hope ur doing good! xx

I just saw the post you made on your writing account for that, yeah!

I've had a very busy day, so I was hyped to log back onto Tumblr and see that! Hopefully, I can carve out some time to read it soon. It looks so, so good!!

"espresso" by bvckysarm

(Everyone better go read 😤)

Hell yeah, I'm always working on something 😏

Although, admittedly, it's nothing as long or grand as You Can('t) Teach An Old Dog New Tricks. I'm having fun messing around with short (for me) one-shots after spending, what,, five or six months on that series? I love it to death, I do, but, Jesus, yeah, over the length of the average novel, and half a year of writing (more than, behind the scenes, I'd been planning and researching for much, much longer)... I am relishing in noncommittal one-offs, haha.

Here's your teaser 😘

“Aw, you miss me, Stevie?” He needlessly teases, gripping his waist hard enough to bruise him like a soft, overripe peach.

“Uh-” Steve starts to answer him, but he’s cut off by a reverberating moan when Bucky shoves him back and viciously re-spears him on the fake cock he’s got suctioned to the wet, wet tile wall, “-huh.”

Steve stays slumped forward against him, clinging to him, shaking all over still, but now he clings harder; his blunt nails dig into Bucky’s skin and he hisses, enjoying the heat that shudders through his veins from the other man’s touch.

“Missed my cock, that’s what you missed,” Bucky husks into his ear, grabbing his little hips meaner, digging his fingers into his flesh, pushing him back tight onto the toy, making him fucking take it.

He gasps so cutely, so obscenely when his ass thickly presses to the cold tile—taking that toy to the wide, wide base, swallowing it whole—how could he not do it to him? Bucky just wants to fuck. ‘im. up. Vicious.

“M-missed, uunnhh, missed all a’you,” Steve protests weakly, pawing at him uselessly, not as weak and sweet as he thought. Not as weak and limp as he wants to get him—he wants to make him so fucking fuck-dumb.

“Nah, I don’t think you did,” Bucky’s grinning so wide, the muscles in his face already are starting to ache, sharp, “I think I’m just a cock with legs to you,” he tweaks one of Steve’s peaked nipples, just to admire how he shudders, “aren’t I? Isn’t that how it’s always been? Could barely get you off of my cock when you were smaller, Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, I never understood where you put it even though I could see it, bulging through your tummy, so tight and little around me.” Bucky presses his palm there now, dragging his nails down from the swell of his tits to his clenching abs. With the right angle, he can still do it, sometimes, he can spear Steve on his dick and bend him up in a cute little knot and see his dick through his stomach. Bulging. Thick and deep inside him, fucking him until he forgets how to beg for more.

Fucking him until he forgets his own name.

“Still, fuck, I couldn’t ever believe you could fit it in that tiny hole.” Bucky shakes his head, half in disbelief, half in predatory instinct, wanting to bite Steve and tear through him, shaking his head like a fucking dog with a toy, ravenous and slobbering, “then you went and got yourself all big and your need just got bigger, didn’t it, honey?”

“S-so did you, you guh-got bigger, too!” Steve whines, trying to retort but falling flat when he starts to pant, overwhelmed.

“I did,” Bucky purrs, grinding into his hip leisurely, enjoying how hot and feverish he is, God, he really worked himself up into a mess, didn’t he? “And ain’t that good for you, honey? Anything else and you’d’a died, ‘cause you need cock like you need air, don’t you, dollface?”

I hope you're excited for the rest 😈

#asks #bvckyysarm #fandomfluffandfuck #fic rec #bucky barnes #steve rogers #stucky

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Chapter 1 Chapter 2

Hey y'all. Here's Chapter 2 of my Sheriff!Leon Kennedy AU. Just a couple of notes, this chapter does have some TW. Domestic violence and Alcohol are mentioned in this chapter. If those are active triggers for you and still want to read, PM me and I'll be glad to summarize for you. Seriously! Also I gave Patrick a last name because he literally DOES NOT HAVE ONE. LOL Anyway this is kind of slowburn-y and this may be more than three chapter but not too many. I might extend to four. Anyways this fic was inspired by @angelscoda and I strongly recommend that if you haven't discovered her page, check her works out! Also, I churned out this Chapter and it hasn't been edited very well, but I did not wanna keep yall waiting. Also if you or anyone you know is affected by domestic violence call 800-799-7233 or text 'START' to 88788. You are not alone, your family and friends love you no matter what situation you may be in or what your abuser says. Love is patient and Love is kind.

You went to bed with a strange feeling. Instead of thinking of your sweetheart, Patrick, you were enamored with the thought of your new boss, Sheriff Kennedy.

He was so kind and unpretentious, it seemed so easy to be around him. You wondered if he read books or looked at the stars and wondered what was behind them like you did.

Y/N shook herself out of her thoughts and drifted off to sleep.

She dreamt of finding new life on other planets, her parents taking her seriously, and most importantly, she dreamt of Leon.

You woke with a start, to the sky at the precipice of sunrise. The oranges and purples danced together as the moon made its grand exit into the horizon.

You swiveled around to the side of your twin bed and let the bottoms of your feet touch the smooth hardwood floor.

You turned off the old fan on your bedside table. The fan had seen better days, however, y/n had taught herself how to make repairs to keep it in working condition.

Her tinkering had been born out of necessity; however, over time she grew to love being able to make old things efficient again. She wondered if Patrick ever had to repair a fan or anything really.

She imagined he had enough money to get a new anything, anytime it broke.

You started the morning by combing your hair and brushing your teeth. You splashed cold water on your face to make it seem less irritated. You didn’t want to admit it, but you wanted to look good for Leon, even if he didn’t notice.

You picked out your favorite dress and ironed out all the wrinkles. You looked at yourself in the mirror admiring your reflection. You felt confident enough to head down the stairs to the kitchen table.

Mary-Anne and Mama were busy fixing breakfast. Mama was fussing over Mary-Anne telling her to sit down and whatnot.

“Mama L/N, I promise I’m fine and your grandchild is just fine!”

“All that moving, he’s gonna come early!” You heard your mama say.

“You and the rest of the family are so sure Hank & Mary-Anne’s baby is going to be a boy.” You said announcing your presence.

“Good! Someone else is here, Mary-Anne! Please sit!” Mama said, exasperated.

Mary-Anne, not wanting to put up a fight any longer, sat down.

“Y/N, why don’t you look pretty today? I remember when I could wear dresses like that!” Mary-Anne said, rubbing her belly.

“You mean like six months ago?” You said sarcastically.

Mary-Anne smiled and your mother rolled her eyes.

You grabbed an apron not wanting to ruin your dress, and began kneading the dough for the biscuits.

“I’m afraid I won’t be able to stay too long, mama. I gotta make sure I'm on time to meet my new boss!” You said a little too enthusiastically because your mother whipped her head around to look at you.

“You know, if you marry Patrick, you won’t have to work anymore, you’ll be busy planning parties and get-togethers for all the married ladies.”

“Mama…” you groaned.

“I’m just saying Y/N, you would love it, imagine, my daughter, the belle of the social season in Collier!” Her mother sighed. “So don’t ruin it by chasing after some cop!”

“Mama!” You said insulted.

Mary Anne decided to get in between the duo.

“I think Y/N just wanted to make sure he felt welcome; after all, it is her job.” She made sure to emphasize the last word.

Mama’s body relaxed and so did yours.

With that, you kissed your mama goodbye on the cheek and mouthed a “thank you!” to Mary-Anne.

You walked out the door shocked, to see your new boss waiting outside leaning up against the side of the patrol car.

“Hey! Y/N!” He said, smiling with all of his teeth.

You thought your legs were going to turn to jello, he was so handsome.

“W-what are you doing here?”

“I thought I’d save you the trouble of driving that old truck and risk not having a secretary for the day.” He opened the passenger door. “Wouldn’t want to make me late for my first day would you?”

You smiled a genuine smile.

You hopped in the car and you made your way down the road.

The radio was playing Elvis's “Blue Suede Shoes.”

“You like this kind of Music Deputy Kennedy?” You asked genuinely curious. He didn’t strike you as the Elvis type.

“You can call me Leon when it’s just us,” he said, eyes not straying from the road.

He made you blush, and you sank down in the seat unconsciously.

“But to answer your question,” he looked at you with those sharp baby blues. “I love the King.”

You laughed together like it was the funniest joke ever.

You were a little disappointed when you arrived at the station. You could have spent the whole day in the car with Leon.

You two entered the building and you went quickly to the break room to start the coffee for the day.

Leon entered his new office and opened the blinds. Two years ago he would have never imagined a career in law enforcement, let alone a town like Collier’s Sheriff.

Leon was brought out of his thoughts when you walked into the room carrying a fresh cup of coffee.

“Should I get used to this or are you just being nice because its my first day?”

You looked at him confused.

“I’m not used to someone else doing things like this for me.”

“Well get used to it,” you said happily. “The old boss made me bring him his coffee like clockwork and I had to make it juuuussst riiiiigggghhhttt.” You emphasized.

Leon just nodded.

“So Deputy Kennedy, how do you like your coffee?”

“I can make it myself Y/N, don’t worry about it.”

“I insist! You’re going to be pretty busy, pretty soon.” You said looking into the mug. “I don’t want you to worry about the easiest part of your day.”

Leon smiled and patted you on the shoulder. “I take it black, with just a little bit of sugar, Y/N. Thank you.”

You smiled and felt your cheeks get a bit rosy. You fixed his coffee and set it on his desk.

“Well if you need me, I’ll be outside the door. Just ring me if you need me.”

He grabbed your hand gently. “Do you mind staying in here just a little bit longer, I’m not ready to start working quite yet.” He smiled a toothy, but nervous smile.

You held on to his hand and squeezed it in a friendly, assuring manner.

“Of course, Leon.”

He smiled in response.

You looked around the office. It was empty, there were no pictures of his family or any personal effects to the room, save for a framed police academy diploma.

“They didn’t give you time to set up here?”

“What do you mean Y/N?”

“The last guy here had tons of pictures and hunting trophies and…” you realized your mistake a little too late. Maybe, Deputy Kennedy didn’t have those things and you had just reminded him of the fact.

Leon smiled a sad smile, “Well maybe while I’m here, I’ll be able to fill this room with all those things.”

“Leon, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to…”

“It’s okay, you’re honest. I like that about you.”

You smiled and heat spread across your cheeks.

“I don’t have any living family members, I grew up in a group home.”

You felt so embarrassed. How could you just interrogate him like that?

The blowing of the A/C unit emphasized the silence. It felt like your body was on autopilot when you went up to him to pat him on the shoulder.

“I’m so sorry, Leon, I hope you can find your chosen family here.”

“That's really nice of you, Y/N. I hope I do too.”

You quickly took your arm off of his bicep, realizing you were touching your boss in a more than intimate way. You didn’t want to be known as “that” type of girl.

You quickly mumbled “Gotta get back to work,” or something along those lines, and scuttled away.

Leon just kicked his boots and sat down behind his desk. He couldn’t quite figure it out, was she flirting with him or was she genuinely kind? He hated to admit it, but he was used to women throwing themselves at him. They’d be good for a night or two, but they never seemed to care to learn more about him than what he could do for them.

Y/N was sweet, but she was young. She probably had never had a real relationship before, her kindness was just surface-deep; it was nothing more.

He decided to go ahead and look over the schedule for the week that Y/N had already prepared for him.

He could get used to this.

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You were heading to Leigh’s diner to grab lunch for the office. It was actually one of your favorite tasks. You were able to get out of the office and walk around town for a bit. It also helped that you walked past “Gannem’s Appliances” where they always had the news on in the window.

You would take a moment to look at the goings on in the world, to see what was happening outside of your small fishbowl of a town.

The announcer was reading hastily from a fresh news bulletin.

“After 40 years of groundbreaking research, NACA has officially decided to change its name to NASA. The official decision was made late last week, after changing their focus from just flight to space travel of humans and robots.”

You could have fallen right where you stood. Robots? Spaceflight? You were in heaven, you had only daydreamed about working in a high-tech lab with robots; now it was really happening.

You quickly looked at your wristwatch and scuttled to the diner to pick up the order before the men at the office got too hungry and wondered where she was at.

You walked into the bustling diner, thank goodness her order wasn’t quite ready yet. You decided to stay out of the way of the other patrons and sat at an odd chair near the window. You felt almost invisible, but, you were used to it and didn’t mind.

You were stuck in your thoughts until the sound of women gossiping brought you out of your stupor.

“Did you see the new Sheriff? He’s a cutie!” one girl with perfectly coiffed blonde hair asked.

“Do you think he has a secretary? They almost always marry the secretary!” Another girl with auburn hair giggled.

Y/N recognized the girls. They were girls from her graduating class, they had gone to the same school since kindergarten and they either didn’t seem to recognize her or were ignoring her. You couldn’t decide what was worse.

“Oh he has a secretary all right, it's Y/N. Do you remember her from school?”

The girl with auburn hair just raised her eyebrows in slight confusion.

“Great.” you thought. “They don’t remember.” That stung.

“Well, she wasn’t much of anyone, she’s lucky her daddy “the farmer” got her the job,” she emphasized the farmer part as she lit her cigarette.

“Ohhh, I remember said the auburn-haired girl. “Isn’t OUR Patrick supposed to be courting her? I heard his mother set him up, guess they’re trying to fix his image. I hear he made a fool out of himself at the University of Georgia last year. His daddy had to call in a LOT of favors from his buddies from the law school.”

“That’s just Patrick, he’ll grow out of it. I feel bad for him, one bad mistake and he has to get married off to the first prude that would take him. I bet Y/N’s mother is just beside herself, all the new social connections and money.”

“My mama told me her mama was a social climber. Always trying to get invited to social events; well she’ll never belong just like her daughter.”

The girls broke into laughter.

Your face was red from anger and embarrassment.

Of course, your order was ready and the waitress called out your name which made the girls' heads snap and turn around to look at you. You did your best not to make eye contact, as you grabbed the food, but tears were already falling from your eyes.

As you left you could hear them burst out in more malicious laughter.

You were humiliated, and you just wanted to get back to work.

You were two doors down from the office when you heard a car next to the sidewalk slow to a roll. You instinctively glanced over and there was Patrick in his fancy car. He was definitely the last person you wanted to see right now.

“Hey, baby. I missed you.” He slurred as he stumbled out of the car.

You took a minute to look at his car, there were beer bottles littering the back seat.

“Let’s go for a ride, I’m bored and I want some alone time with my girl.” He grabbed her roughly.

“Have you been drinking? Why did you drive here? You know it's dangerous! You whispered harshly at him. People were beginning to stare.

“Baby, I just wanted to see you, I’m lonely. You should keep me happy you know, if you’re gonna be my wife,” he was looking at you like a piece of meat.

You felt sick to your stomach.

“I have to get this back to the office, then I’ll come with you.” You were trying to stall, you didn’t want to make him angry, but you surely didn’t want to get in the car with him.

It didn’t matter. He didn’t like your answer. Patrick was shockingly strong and when he yanked you into him, you both fell over and you yelped.

People were now watching and whispering.

You wanted to disappear into dust and wondered if you should have just got in the car, maybe nothing would have happened, and the two of you wouldn’t be out on the sidewalk in the middle of town embarrassing yourselves.

Patrick yanked you up and raised his hand to hit you, you braced for impact when someone broke you two up.

It was Leon and his face was calm, but she could feel the anger radiating from him.

“Y/N! Do you know this man?” He said calmly but firmly.

Before you could answer, Patrick yelled at Leon. “I had it handled man, she’s my fiance. We don’t need your services anymore.” He made a move to grab your arm again. Leon moved in between you two.

“Sir, not only are you in violation of a city ordinance of being intoxicated in public, but you are also assaulting your fiance in public, which is a felony charge.”

Patrick just scoffed. “And what? You’re gonna arrest me? Do you even know who I am?”

Leon stepped closer to Patrick, they were about the same height, but something about Leon’s body language made him seem taller.

“Yes, Sir you’re under arrest for the assault of my secretary Miss Y/L/N. You have the right to remain silent…” he began cuffing Patrick in broad daylight.

“Wait a minute! Y/N just tell him we were just fooling around baby.” Patrick pleaded with you.

“Deputy Kennedy please, we’ll handle this in private. Patrick just made a bad mistake that's all.”

You pleaded to Leon, you hoped he would take your side.

“Handle in private? Are we supposed to wait until he kills you Y/N?” He said loudly.

You couldn’t move. This was really happening and everyone was going to blame you for Patrick going to jail.

Leon picked Patrick up and brought him into the station and locked him up in their little holding cell.

Everyone in the office was dead silent when they saw who Deputy Kennedy was bringing in on the first day. You followed in quickly behind them and everyone glared at you. You ignored the glares and got on the phone to call Senator Armstrong, Patrick’s father.

Deputy Kennedy refused to let you see your Fiance, stating that she was the victim and a witness to his crime.

You just sat in your small little cubicle and cried. You cried over how embarrassed you were and how those girls were right, Patrick didn’t really love you. How could he? Who would do that to someone they loved?

The sounds of a man shouting broke the silence of the police department.

“How could you lock this man up? It was a simple lovers' quarrel, they’re both kids!” You heard Senator Armstrong’s baritone voice fill the small station.

“You either ignore your son’s behavior or are too ignorant to see it.” Leon quipped back.

“Excuse me?” Armstrong sneered. “You better watch it boy or I’ll…”

“Or what Armstrong? I’ll go missing? Don’t go incriminating yourself in the police department now.” Leon said smugly.

You walked out of your cubicle to see the scene unfolding in front of you. You thought Senator Armstrong was going to have an aneurysm with how red his face was.

He quickly looked over at you and saw your tear-stained face. “My poor future daughter! Look what you’ve done! You’ve upset her by jailing her fiance right in front of her!”

He wrapped a heavy arm around your shoulders. “ I paid the bail and I'm taking my family home.”

Leon just gestured for the door and said nothing. Senator Armstrong ushered you out, but not before you took one final look back at Leon with fresh tears in your eyes.

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You were sitting in the Armstrongs’ tinted limousine Patrick’s head on your lap. You couldn’t help but stroke his soft hair. He buried his face in the fabric of your dress and groaned.

“I can’t believe that asshole through me into the cell with all those actual criminals. It was miserable, sobering up in that shithole.”

You rolled your eyes instinctively, Leon’s words ringing in your ears still. “What if he did lose his temper and couldn’t stop hitting me?” You shrugged it off. It was just one bad moment, he’ll change.

Your future father in Law just glared daggers into his son.

When you arrived at your home, you still patted Patrick’s head gently. “I’ll see you later honey.”

He quickly leaned up and kissed you on the mouth for the first time. It was sloppy and full of want. It wasn’t sweet at all and you felt sick.

You quickly got out of the car and ran into the house.

When you arrived in the foyer, Hank was waiting for you.

“Is that bastard out there?” He asked angrily.

You looked down at your feet, you thought you’d at least be able to sleep and take a bath before being interrogated about the incident earlier.

You heard your mom shout from the kitchen. “Is my baby home? Hank you leave your sister alone! She needs to rest.” Your mother hurried in to welcome you.

“Oh sweetie, there’s no need to cry.” She wiped your tears with a cloth she had in her apron. “Daddy and I get into arguments all the time.”

Hank got even angrier. “You know damn well that was no argument they had, Thomas Wells said that son of a bitch shook her like a ragdoll before Deputy Kennedy got to them.”

Your Mama just rolled her eyes. “Thomas Wells is a known exaggerator, people love talking about people who they’re jealous of. Speaking of Y/N, you’re not going back to that job. It doesn’t look respectable to have the future Mrs. Armstrong working at that office.”

Your mother grabbed your arm gently and took you into the dining room and fixed your dinner. She hadn’t done this since you were a child, she was definitely trying to get on your good side.

You felt that familiar pit of disappointment and anguish in your stomach. You had realized Mama really did want to be a part of the social class as the Armstrongs. She wanted it so bad she was willing to cover up what Patrick was willing to do to you.

You nibbled on supper and went upstairs to cry, you were exhausted.

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You couldn’t sleep that night. All you could do was replay the day’s events over and over in your mind.

You also felt extremely violated by Patrick’s lack of respect for you.

When daybreak came, you took a light catnap for an hour or two. You were awoken by your mother shaking you awake.

“Y/N, sweetie, time to wake up.”

You squinted at her through your dark eyelashes, confused.

“Don’t give that look, Y/N, Suzanne Armstrong called and wanted to take you shopping.”

You lurched up from your bed. “Miss Suzanne...why?”

“She wants to make sure you look polished for the engagement party of course. The local and state newspapers will be covering it of course.” Your mother said excitedly. “Hopefully she’ll remember your mama too, I could get one of those tweed suits just like the first lady! Wouldn’t that be fun?”

You smiled a sad smile. You wanted to see your mama happy, but was she willing to do the same for you?

You got up and began your morning ritual, you made sure your dress was crisply ironed and you even added a ribbon in your hair to make yourself look a little more stylish.

You waited patiently in the sitting room before seeing the car roll up. Your mother ushered you out the door and into the awaiting town car, driven by a chauffeur of course. He opened the door for you. Inside awaiting looking prim as ever, was Miss Suzanne in a pastel-colored suit.

“Well look at this little doll,” she said and kissed your cheeks. “I just can not wait for you to marry my son. You two are just going to give me and your mama the cutest little grandbabies.”

You smiled uncomfortably.

The town car started to pull away into town and Miss Suzanne wasted no time discussing future plans with you.

“So, I’ve already contacted all the news outlets. The Atlanta Sentinel is sending reporters to this party and even LIFE Magazine!” She squealed excitedly.

“They love the Cinderella feel of this story, my dear. Everyone loves a great love story.” She composed herself again. “and it is my job as fairy godmother, to make sure you ARE the belle of the ball. There are going to be a lot of eyes and I want to make sure you look perfect.”

She looked you up and down. “We’ll have to do away with this wardrobe,” she motioned with her pointer finger to your homemade dress.

The car was heading out of town, you made a comment about going to the local department store in town.

Miss Suzanne let out a full-bodied laugh. “My dear, we’re going to Atlanta to shop. You can’t be photographed in some outfit from Belford’s.”

You just fell silent and looked out the window as Miss Suzanne rambled on about how excited she was, planning a wedding, and how much great press it would be for her husband and Patrick.

When they finally arrived at the fancy boutique in midtown Atlanta, they were greeted by staff in crisp uniforms waiting outside for their arrival.

The head designer, or who you assumed was the head designer came blowing through the doors and came to greet your future mother-in-law.

“My dear, thank you for coming, let me grab your coat.” He grabbed Suzanne’s expensive tweed jacket and hat. He handed it to a dour-looking assistant.

He then acknowledged you.

“My, my who is this diamond in the rough?”

Suzanne answered for you. “A diamond in the rough indeed. This is my future daughter in Law, Y/N.”

You didn’t know whether to curtsy or not. You gently bent your knees and answered with a quiet “hello.”

“My goodness, she is just precious! We certainly have our work cut out for us.” The man snickered.

Being brought up in the south, you knew being called precious wasn’t a compliment.

You sighed as you followed the man and Suzanne into the boutique knowing it was going to be a long day.

#resident evil #leon kennedy x y/n #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy #tw: violence #TW: domestic violence #tw: alcholism #tw: alcohol #tw: unsafe alcohol use #resident evil Alternate Universe #Patrick infinite Darkness

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