#had to jump in the infinity pool to one up them

[sourscratched]

crumpled pocketful of offbook scraps that are just so wildly clashy and have nothing to do with each other but uhhhh. Enjoy i guess

#my art #off book #Douglas is supposed to be like a busted bottom shelf archaeopteryx #also the top one as you might guess was supposed to be the top half of a full size drawing page but it went awry #and only those top two survived lol #the ‘jacket’ that karm is wearing at the bottom is actually the double d deep v shirt she bought that busted apart #from the 2nd encore episode #she still wears it as a short sleeved robe #blair is playing nintendogs #he keeps failing the agility contests #also shoutout to everyone else who was making crossover headcanons for acofaf and Infinity Time Infinity Wine #i feel in my heart that douglas’s villain origin story has to do with his cousins always getting to go to the Bloom instead of him #had to jump in the infinity pool to one up them #and also make the birds grandfather invented based off of him instead of the lords of the wing

[talesofesther]

what once was mine | ch 1

Loki x Reader

Summary: When watching what once was supposed to be the rest of his life, in an empty room in the TVA, Loki sees someone he can't recognize; a girl who's all tenderness and loose smiles, and most importantly, she was smiling at him.

A/N: A long overdue mini-series for one of my favorite characters of all time. I had this idea when season one of Loki first came out, but never got to writing it, and now with season two coming, I decided to finally do it. There are two important things that need to be said before we head into it though; firstly and most importantly, I will not be following the show's plot at all, this story will only be focusing on the relationship between Loki and the reader, after all that's what it is about and I don't want it to be unnecessarily huge; secondly, this story will be mostly told in moments, which means that not every single scene happening between the characters will be written down in length. Lastly, I do hope you can all enjoy it. <3

Masterlist

Things felt worthless. Everything suddenly seemed unimportant. His whole life, everything he knew, felt small and frail. Because here, infinity stones were mere paperweights.

Loki scoffed as he pushed himself up from the floor, one hand coming up to tug at the collar still wrapped around his neck. This place made him feel as if his brain was melting, it was all too much, too sudden—sacred timeline, variants. A sense of utter helplessness started to weigh heavily in the pit of his stomach.

Yet he couldn't hold himself back from sitting at the single table in the middle of the dim-lit room. The checkered image of the Avengers right in front of him seemed to be taunting him.

This was still the same day, right?

Or maybe not, Loki wasn't certain anymore; it sure didn't feel like the same day.

For a split second, as he looked down at the red, round device resting on top of the table, he thought about how everything here looked so old-fashioned. It was almost ironic, for a place out of time.

Loki couldn't help himself. His curiosity got the best of him eventually. But if anyone had their whole life just a click away, they'd probably do the same.

So he watched, through glimpses passing on a screen, a life that was supposed to be his. He watched his mother die, and then his father; he watched as Thor called him a brother with a smile on his face again, and as they made earth a new home for Asgard. Loki's eyes were already a pool of tears as soon as his mother's lifeless body had appeared in front of him, they cascaded down his cheeks freely, leaving behind a damp path of a lifetime worth of mourning, now seen in less than a minute. The loss somehow felt greater, because now he wouldn't even have those moments to begin with.

But suddenly, amidst the moments of suffering and mistakes, an unfamiliar face appeared. She had a smile on her face most of the time, and even through the static of the image in front of him, Loki could clearly see the glint in her pupils, the crinkle beside her eyes. She was quite captivating, maybe that's why it took him a second to realize she was smiling at him.

A frown etched itself in Loki's eyebrows, he leaned forward on his chair as he pressed play again. Curiosity and... apprehension twirled wildly inside his stomach.

The moments with her were endless. Walks on the beach, shared ice creams, quiet nights watching a movie, dancing together in a dark kitchen, the golden rays of a sunset shining against her hair in a memory tucked away like a treasure; and even a moment of her talking with Tony Stark and the others, while her hand held tightly onto Loki's, the other Loki, that is. All of them looked futile, a simple existence Loki would never have considered fit for him; so why did these moments feel important?

Inside TVA's lonely room, Loki held his breath until his lungs ached. His heart was threatening to jump out of his chest and his eyes were stinging for a whole new reason. He could feel the shaking of his own hands. That look in her eyes, it was one of love, anyone who saw would know it. But the cause of the sudden lump in Loki's throat was the fact that this look was always directed at him. That love in her eyes, that smile on her lips; was for him.

Several minutes went by with him silently looking at the paused image of her on the checkered screen. A few stray tears rolled down his cheeks, and he wasn't sure why yet. If it was for the shock of learning that someone could love him this much; or because of the envy, the longing for something that wasn't even his, not really, he never got there after all.

There was a hole in his chest, a missing piece of something he never had. Loki didn't even know her name, yet a part of him was screaming it anyway.

He eventually moved on, and almost threw up when he watched Thanos take his life from him. Loki watched his brother cry over his lifeless body, yet he wasn't seeing her.

And despite the boatload of information thrown at him, the questions clouding his mind were only; who is she? Where is she?

Lost. Loki felt more lost than he probably ever did in his entire life. He had just watched what was supposed to be the rest of his life, yet... it wouldn't be. So what now?

He sat down on the small stairs of the room, burying his head in his hands.

And then there was this girl; smiling and laughing and holding his hand as if he had been the best thing to ever happen to her. This feeling, warm and heavy, squeezing Loki's heart, was a foreign one—he couldn't quite place why that look of pure adoration in her eyes was directed at him.

He needed to know who she was. He needed to find her and ask her why. He needed to know what she was, or- would be to him.

The sudden sound of the door opening startled Loki, he watched as Mobius walked into the room, his steps overly cautious. "Loki? Nowhere left to run."

Gulping back a sob clawing its way through his throat, Loki took a deep breath. He slowly glanced up, voice calm and defeated as he asked a question he already knew the answer to; "I can't go back, can I?"

Mobius simply looked at him, his eyes holding some kind of sympathy as he spared Loki from hearing the truth out loud.

Loki pursed his lips, his gaze slowly trailed back to the screen on his left that again adorned a paused image of the mysterious girl. Her lips were turned up just slightly, dark sunglasses covered her eyes, and she held a slowly melting ice cream in one of her hands. "Who is she?" he asked quietly.

Placing his weapon on the table, Mobius let out a long sigh, "I was hoping you wouldn't ask about her."

The words made Loki snap his head towards him, a frown coming to his eyebrows immediately.

"She..." Mobius hesitated, "she is someone almost as annoying as you."

"That doesn't answer my question." Loki nearly sounded offended. He got up then, taking slow steps towards Mobius. "She seemed... important, yet I don't know who she is."

"I'm afraid you haven't met her yet."

"Then tell me who she is."

Mobius grimaced; "I don't think it's my place to say it."

"That's absurd," Loki scoffed, "it's my life we're talking about here."

"How about we help each other then, hm?" Mobius offered, and when Loki only frowned at him, he continued; "a fugitive Variant has been killing our Minutemen."

Loki narrowed his eyes. "And you need the God of Mischief to help you stop him?"

A small smirk came to Mobius' lips; "That's right. You help us stop him. I get you an opportunity to meet her and you can ask her whatever questions you want to know."

A meeting with someone didn't feel like much for his end of the bargain, but that same voice inside Loki was still screaming a name he didn't know how to spell. He had to know.

"Deal."

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Read ch 2 here

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[multifariousqueer]

Precautions and Passings| Shurix Reader

Pairing: Shuri x scarlettwitch!reader

A/n: Hey guys! I’ve wanted to write something like this for a while now and the fact that I did is really just crazy to me. Request what else you’d like to see. This pic is dark asf and probably the darkest thing I've ever written. Also I didn't proofread this so if their are errors anywhere...ignore them?

Summary: Grief takes a toll on all of us doesn’t it? 

Word Count: 2.6k(it's a long one ik)

Warnings: ANGST OMG SO MUCH ANGST, death, m!rder, the dark hold, some suggestive undertones, explicit language, fluff, time jumps, dark!Shurixdark!reader

10 years ago:

“It’s so fascinating, her powers are unlike something I’ve ever seen before.”- Shuri said

“Is she a threat or not?” The elders asked.

“If we don’t play our cards right, yes. She has the power to create and destroy realities and universes including our own anytime.” Shuri answered.

“Bast have mercy on all of us” The elder of the merchant tribe said.

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You had met Shuri during a mission when your lip revealed that you were part wakandan. T’challa saw this and immediately took you back to Wakanda where Shuri was there waiting to run tests on you. She spoke so confidently and moved like she knew what and where everything was. Even though you practically had the powers of a God, you were still intimidated and afraid but you had to put on a facade and pretend you too knew everything.

“Do you speek Xhosa?” Shuri asked.

“Barely. Do you speak English?” You answered.

“Barely.” She smirked.

“Oh. Well um-” You started but you were immediately interrupted.

“I’m kidding. I guess your kind doesn’t understand basic humor?” She said.

“What do you mean “my kind”?” You said, sitting up and attempting to cross your arms but it seemed you were in some type of restraint.

“Just a precaution. We don’t know your power capabilities yet and we didn’t want you to lash out.” Shuri answered

“It’s okay.” You said, half insulted and half curious as to how they made restraints strong enough to hold you.

“So… from looking at your file, it appears a meteorite hit your house filled with some sort of substance that we don’t have in our records and it gave you your powers. Is that correct?” Shuri asked.

“Who am I kidding, it is correct” Shuri answered her own question.

“Well actually if you would’ve shut up and let me talk, you would know that while yes the basic information is correct, the ‘substance’ was actually a glowing red rock and the meteorite that hit my house, killed my parents and when i tried to go to the funeral…” You trailed off, tears pooling at the corner of your eyes.

“I-I’m sorry.” Shuri said looking down.

“It’s fine.” You said looking down at the floor. You tried to fiddle with your powers but immediately heard an alarm and a shock flew through your body.

“Just a precaution?” You smirked at Shuri

You could tell she felt a bit embarrassed but she called off the alarm.

“We would like you to stay in Wakanda for a bit longer, just to keep you safe and run some more tests.” Shuri spoke.’

“Do I have an option to object?” You asked with a smirk

“No,” Shuri said, walking away.

“Get her set up in the reformative program” She spoke in her native language and left you alone on the table.

2 years later

It had been 1 year since you and Shuri made it official that you were dating. You were in her lab when you overheard T’challa talking about Thanos coming to Wakanda in search of the infinity stones and Vision coming to get it extracted by Shuri. It was bittersweet when you saw the avengers, of course these people practically raised you but at the same time, they gave you up so easily. You knew that this was bigger than you however so you prepared to fight and protect Shuri and Wakanda at all costs.

“I’ll stay by you, sthandwa.” you said to Shuri.

“Your Xhosa is getting better my love.” Shuri said to you.

“Thank you. I can now hold a basic conversation about the weather.” You chuckled

“And ask where the bathroom is,” Shuri laughed back.

You just smiled and looked at her for a moment.

“Are you okay?” She said

“I’m perfect, why?” You asked

Shuri had opened her mouth but was interrupted by the avengers waking in and Vision sitting on the table. You stayed with Shuri even after Thanos invaded Wakanda and fought off one of Thanos’ goons but in the end, it was too late. Vision had left the table and Shuri was injured. You stayed with her, healing her with your powers and asking her if she was okay.

“I’m fine it’s just,” She trailed off

“If it’s about Vision, I’ll go get him.” You said getting up

“No no it’s too late, the stone reverted back to its original state in his head, all that we can do now is hope that Thanos gets defeated or at least, doesn’t win” Shuri said.

You put your forehead against hers and you held her hand. You heard Thor scream out “WHAT DID YOU DO?” to Thanos and that’s how you knew that you were in the Endgame now.

You saw Shuri fade to dust and shortly after, you did too.

6 years later

“I now pronounce you wife and wife.” The officiant said.

You and Shuri had decided to get married after the blip. It made both of you realize how much you loved eachother and how much you needed eachother.

You smiled at how beautiful your Shuri looked and she smiled at how beautiful you looked. You kissed and she practically picked you up off of the ground. The ceremony was certainly grand because of the fact that you married a literal princess. Everyone danced and sang happy cheers for you and Shuri. There wasn’t a point in which you and Shuri weren’t smiling or laughing. You kept the tradition of the dance between you and Shuri so you slow danced to a song that had meaning to the both of you. It was the song you played while cleaning your room when Shuri walked in during the first night of your stay in Wakanda.

“I like this song. It has a nice beat.” Shuri said.

“The beat is one of my favorite parts of the song.” You said.

You laughed and took off your dress with your magic and let your hair down. You undid Shuri’s dress in one swipe of your hand and kissed her forehead before pulling Shuri closer to you.

“Mmmmm we haven’t consummated our marriage yet you know?” Shuri smirked.

“That’s about to change.” You said, waving your hand to turn off the lights and move you both to the bed.

When you woke up the next morning, you kissed Shuri’s forehead and rested your chin on her head. Your heartbeats were beating in sync and your legs still were entangled together from last night. She woke up and lightly kissed you on the lips before Griot alerted you both of you.

“Princess, T’challa’s vitals are incredibly low and he is not doing well.” Griot said.

“What??” Shuri jumped out of bed and threw on her robe.

“I don’t understand, he was moving just fine yesterday and everything was fine, what happened?” Shuri shouted to her frenzied staff.

“It doesn’t matter, find me the solution to recreating the heart-shaped herb from the fibers in this piece of vibranium.”

“Yes princess.” They said, running around

You sat beside T’challa’s bedside and held his hand. You attempted to heal him of the illness but it was too deep to fix. You held his hand to the very end and spoke to him.

“It's okay, you can rest now. I’ll take care of Shuri.” You said kissing his forehead.

You cried with Shuri when he passed and walked beside her at the funeral. You made sure she had your full love and support at this time. The Queen appreciated you being there and you used your powers in any way you could. You felt heartbroken that you couldn’t heal him or heal Shuri’s sadness but you could only do so much.

1 year later

Shuri had been in her lab for 3 days now. She wasn’t taking breaks like she used to and was pulling more all nighters. You knew why so you just held her hand through all of the pain and let her do whatever she needed to do.

“Hey I made you breakfast.” You said taking her dishes from last night’s dinner. It was picked over and barely touched despite you making her favorite dish.

“Didn’t you just make me a meal?” Shuri asked.

“That was dinner, honey it’s breakfast time. It’s 9:00 so you’ve been down here since Sunday.”

“I KNOW THAT Y/N. AND I’D APPRECIATE IF INSTEAD OF DIRTYING UP MY SPACE YOU WOULD JUST LEAVE.” Shuri shouted

“I JUST DON’T UNDERSTAND WHY YOU’VE BEEN DOWN HERE FOR THIS LONG, I HAVE NEEDS TO YOU KNOW. AND INSTEAD OF PUSHING YOU TO BE PRODUCTIVE, I’VE BEEN LETTING YOU DO WHATEVER YOU NEED TO GRIEVE SO BE CUT ME SOME FUCKING SLACK.” You screamed, levitating off of the ground and your powers coming out of your hands.

“OF COURSE YOU HAVE FUCKING NEEDS BECAUSE THAT’S ALL YOU TALK ABOUT.” Shuri shouted back.

“I JUST WANT MY WIFE BACK.” You cried.

“SHES DEAD. SHE DIED WITH HIM” Shuri sobbed

You hugged each other and sobbed. This was the part of grief and loss no one talks about; the part that makes you indulge in destructive habits and hurt the little family you still have. Shuri never meant to hurt you and you knew that but it was still painful when she would lash out. You got up and took her with you. You went up to the shower and cleaned her up a bit. She was still the most beautiful person you had ever met, despite the depression setting in. You got her in her favorite t-shirt of yours and put her in the bed. You laid beside her and cuddled her in as close as possible:

“Y/n?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you. And I’m sorry for not making that clear enough and I’m sorry for everything I haven’t done for you…” Shuri trailed off. Her voice shook a bit and you could tell she was crying.

“Hey hey hey, it’s okay. We’re struggling right now, we’re both grieving and that’s okay. Let’s just take it one day at a time.” You said softly

“Okay, sthandwa” Shuri said.

4 days later

“What do you mean my wife was kidnapped??” You screamed at Okoye.

“I’m sorry, Y/n. I tried to get her back but they had superhuman stren-” Okoye excused

“THAT’S NOT AN EXCUSE. THAT’S MY WIFE AND I DON’T KNOW IF SHES DEAD OR ALIVE.” You screamed with tears in your eyes.

“You know what? Where was she taken? I’ll find her and murder their entire empire in one day.” You said.

“Y/n I know that you’re scared and I am too but attacking everyone in an attempt to find Shuri is not wise.” The Queen tried to advise

“I DON’T CARE. I WILL FIND MY WIFE AND BRING HER HOME SAFE NO MATTER WHAT. Because you clearly couldn’t” You said looking at Okoye, flying past her and suiting up.

You saw into Shuri’s mind using the darkhold and found where she was being kept. You teleported to the location which was underwater and saw Shuri with some girl. One of the blue people holding your beloved captive, put a knife to her neck.

“I’ll kill her.” The blue person said

“You don’t wanna know what I’ll do to get her back. Let her go and I’ll speak to your leader because you clearly aren’t the one in charge here.” You said.

“You killed her.” The blue person said holding the knife closer to Shuri’s neck drawing a bit of blood.

You teleported behind the blue lady and stabbed her through the torso. She fell to the ground and let Shuri go:

“Let’s go. Now.” You said

“Y/n you don’t understand, this will mean war.”

“I will wipe out these blueberries with one swipe of my hand, Let’s. Go” You said.

“Wait-” Shuri said.

You pulled her away and teleported back to the palace in front of the Queen. The Queen thanked you profusely and hugged Shuri for what seemed to be a fortnight.

“Thank you, Y/n. “ The Queen said through tears.

“It was no trouble at all.” You said.

Shuri and Aneka made a break for her lab and you made a break for the room in which you kept the darkhold. If what Shuri said about the blueberries starting a war was true, you had to be prepared. You saw through Shuri’s eyes that she was prepping technology when you sensed something was off. You knew that they were there and ready.

You fought and killed as many Talokans as you could when you heard Shuri’s scream. You rushed over to see her screaming for her mother as her lifeless body was laying on the water soaked throne room. You held Shuri and sobbed against her as you reflected on the last interaction you had with The Queen.

2 days later

You had stood by Shuri for the second time in the past 2 years in a funeral setting. You held her hand and watched as she prepared to kill the man responsible for her mothers death. You helped in any way you could, employing the help of the darkhold through it all and watching as your wife turned into the thing she resented the most. You watched as she turned into the black panther and prepared the warriors of Wakanda to get ready to execute her plan of attack. While you admit the suit looked good on her, you couldn’t help but notice the shocking resemblance to Killmonger’s suit. Deep down, you knew who she saw in the ancestral plane and you knew why she saw him. You knew everything that she thought she was a mastermind of hiding; you knew the burning feeling of revenge coursing through her veins and her master plan to execute her plan and almost drive the Talokans to extinction. Your fingertips hadn’t turned black from the book yet so you thought you were in the clear. Shuri hadn’t seemed to notice you were employing the help of dark magic at all; you expected this because she hardly paid attention to the little things anymore. Shuri was always a terse and broad person but the past 2 years she had become more of a “bigger picture” person. If it wasn’t directly in her face, she didn’t care.

You had fought off as many of the Talokans as you could. You killed more of them then people you ever met in your life. But still, despite these efforts they kept coming; they were like a cerberus. You cut off one head, another 4 pop up in it’s place. You must’ve killed off half of their army when you saw Shuri and Namor come over the boat. You were proud of Shuri for not resorting to murder and for being the bigger person. Shuri and you both went home and got cleaned up and went to sleep together for the first time in weeks.

4 days later

Shuri had insisted you both go on a walk around Wakanda and check on some of the families affected by the attack. You happily obliged since this was the first time she had offered up an outing in years. You two journeyed away into the forest when you both swung each other around and before you knew it, she was on top of you:

“How did I get so lucky?” She had asked you

“I ask myself that everyday” You smiled.

She leaned in for a kiss when a portal suddenly appeared:

“Y/n L/n?” The man asked

“Who’s asking?” You said, slightly frightened and slightly pissed that you were being interrupted.

“Stephen Strange. We need to have a talk about the darkhold.”

#mcu shuri #shuri #shuri black panther #shuriangst #shuri x reader #shurixscarlettwitch!reader #shuri headcannons #black panther #black panther 2 #black panther wakanda forever #wakanda forever #angst #shuri smut #foryou

[favescandis]

NEW interview with Alexander Skarsgård and Sharp Magazine!

(photos from Corey Nickols/IMDb at Sundance and by George Pimental at the Canadian premiere of INFINITY POOL in January 2023)

Alexander Skarsgård Admits He’s ‘Quite Boring’

by Marriska Fernandes, February 22, 2023

Alexander Skarsgård is mostly a private person who prefers to use his craft as a platform to tame his wild, primal side — and he’s certainly one who opts to wear his Chuck Taylors to a snowy Toronto red carpet premiere of his latest film, Infinity Pool.

The Swedish actor has been digging his teeth into darker roles that are far removed from himself, and roles he finds thrilling. From the abusive husband in Big Little Lies that earned him an Emmy, to the testosterone-fuelled Viking in The Northman, Skarsgård likes tapping into the primal nature demanded of these roles. In Toronto filmmaker Brandon Cronenberg’s horror “Infinity Pool,” he certainly taps into a violent and visceral portrayal of an unsuccessful writer.

The film, which is now playing in theatres, follows James (Alexander Skarsgård) and Em (Cleopatra Coleman), who are on an all-inclusive resort in a fictional country. When Gabi (Mia Goth) and her friends take them outside the resort grounds, James accidentally runs over and kills a local. The punishment is either be executed, or if you can afford it, allow yourself to be cloned and watch the clone killed instead.

Skarsgård is not the classic industry nepo baby some imagine him to be (he’s the son of famed actor Stellan Skarsgård) — his insecurity runs deep; just like his onscreen character James, he too suffers from imposter syndrome. In fact, Skarsgård shared how he thought he was surely getting fired on Generation Kill, his first major role in the U.S. It was only until two months in that he calculated he was likely safe as it would have been too expensive for HBO to recast.

Skarsgård, 46, approaches his roles passionately, studying the ins and outs of his character as if they were his own. He thinks, plans and sleeps on it — structure, for him, is key, he says. So when it came to playing James and his many clones, the actor found himself mapping out the psychological journeys of each one – which he did for himself, really.

The jaw-dropping horror is one that will live rent-free in your mind as Skarsgård frightens, impresses and marvels in his haunting turn. We spoke with the actor about the film, his performance (he apologizes for the nightmares), his process, and his personal style.

I’ve been following your work having seen most of it, from Big LIttle Lies to True Blood to The Northman. So having the luxury to do any kind of role, what were you looking to do next as an artist when this one came your way?

I was sent the script when I was way deep in mud in the Irish soil, shooting The Northman. It was a very, very intense shoot; a tremendous experience and I loved it, but it was very physically and mentally exhausting. James (in this script) is so diametrically opposed to Amleth, my character in The Northman, who’s very much of a testosterone-filled berserker and James is definitely not that. So that was exciting and tonally, I was familiar with Brandon’s work; I had seen both Antiviral and Possessor and I thought they were terrific films and Andrea Riseborough is a dear friend of mine and so obviously, the star of Possessor had spoken so highly of Brandon, what it was like working with him and how he ironically, is the sweetest, most humble, lovely, gentleman which is strange, because the stuff that he comes up with is so dark and twisted. Maybe that’s his… I don’t know if it’s his therapy and he gets it out of his system by writing about it. I found him to be such an inspiring and singular and interesting filmmaker and it’s a gift as an actor to get to play a role like James because the journey he goes on; what he experiences is psychologically absolutely fascinating to me. So I was thrilled to jump on board.

You said that the sweet spot for you is when you’re intrigued by the character and you understand aspects of him, and he makes you curious to learn more. How did that apply to James and the different versions of his clones?

Because there’s so much to interpret, I’m still thinking about it (laughs). It’s such a rich character, and what a treat to get to play three, four versions of the same character and to play around with the juxtaposition between James the author and James the clone, and the different iterations of the clone and what happens to James after the first time he watches the execution of the clone, what happens after the second, third? How does that change him? What does it do to someone psychologically when you have to witness your own death in such a brutal way, where he can’t look away. It’s horrifying. But it’s also exhilarating in a weird way. I found that really interesting to play around with who is James? And also literally who is the character we’re watching? Because it could also be open to interpretation. Is this James or like Dr. Modan says in the movie, ‘Do you ever wonder whether you are the clone and they killed the real James?’ And that was fascinating to me and very interesting to play around with that notion when I was prepping the movie, and honestly shooting it I’d like to leave that open. This could be James but this could also be the clone.

And did you really map out the psychological journeys for all the clones?

I did for myself and then obviously tried to leave room for interpretation for the audience.

There seems to be a through-line with some of your roles because there’s always something primal whether it was the beast quality in The Northman or the wolf in Hold the Dark and now in this you’re wrestling with a naked version of yourself as a dog.

Yeah, I think I guess I’m quite drawn to the primal. The more people that revert back to something more atavistic and that friction that is being human in a modern day society, the friction between functioning in a civilized society. Right now, I’m in New York City, and I’m surrounded by millions and millions of people. But deep down, you also have the more atavistic equality and the more primal qualities and that animal within that we sometimes let out, most often try to suppress and that I find quite fascinating. I think that’s been the through-line in some of my films.

So when it comes to creating roles, you have often said that you like structure and you read the script once a day, every day until shooting. Was it any different with this one?

I do like structure, I compartmentalize so that helps me map out the character and the journey. I do find it very useful to read the script, go over it in prep once a day because it helps me trigger inspiration and discover new things. And even if it’s the 30th time I read the script I’ll notice something that I’ve not noticed before or makes me think about something in a different way. Most of those ideas, I just discard but occasionally you’ll find something that’s really fascinating and that might be even the foundation for the character and you start building off of that.

Did this structure help you process any scene in particular?

It helps me with everything; it helps me understand the character and map it out. The most obvious was the first transformation, the first execution. The first cloning is a pivotal moment because it is the first time James witnessed his own execution and so that was a very big moment and important to understand in deciding how James would react to it. James’ wife is looking away as she’s horrified by it but he is mesmerized by it, almost transfixed by it. And that was fascinating to me to try to kind of go in that direction and see what we discovered.

A few years ago in an interview you were asked what scares you and you said you have the tendency to scare yourself sometimes. So did that happen during the making of this horror when you’re in the process of trying to scare us?

(Laughs) I don’t know if I scared myself but it was definitely intense… (laughs) in a very primal way. I don’t know… working with Brandon was so wonderful and there was so much love and trust there and I really just genuinely believed in his vision for the film and for the role and that’s what it’s all about. Create that trust on a movie set and then you just let yourself go and I feel like most of the cerebral work is done in prep. That’s when you think about the character and you map it out and all this is interesting, but it’s very practical. And the goal is to once you show up on set, you can just hopefully that is somewhere in your systems you don’t overthink it, you don’t actually think about it at all, you can just throw yourself into the situation and where that takes you and on Infinity Pool, as you’ll see in the movie, it took us to some really weird, dark places.

So do you find it thrilling to deep dig into these darker roles that require you to tap into a different aspect of yourself as an artist?

Tremendously. I think I’m privately a very mellow human being. I’m quite content, probably quite boring and so it is thrilling to open up a channel that I never do in real life. It gives me an excuse to tap into that and explore that darkness or wild or more kind of eccentric or crazy or the more primal side of who I am.

James does tend to have this kind of imposter syndrome because when he’s trying to write. Have you ever felt that and when?

I quite often feel that. I’ve been working for quite a few years, but I still feel that. I definitely still struggle with insecurity or feeling that I’m not talented enough or that I’m miscast. The biggest one was probably on Generation Kill, which was my first major role in the U.S. and it was a project that I was incredibly excited about. It was an opportunity to work on it. It was an HBO miniseries about the invasion of Iraq, made by David Simon and Ed burns. They did The Wire show that I was a big, big fan of; It was such a terrific role and I was completely unknown. I hadn’t really worked. I’d done a couple of days on Zoolander, five, six years prior to this, but I definitely wasn’t… I felt that I couldn’t believe I was cast in this really great role in this really great HBO series. I had a very, very strong sense of imposter syndrome there. We were in Africa for seven months shooting it and I was so certain that they would recast and fire me that every day I would figure out how much time or how much money HBO had spent on shooting this and how expensive would it be for them to replace me? So it was like two, three months into production when I realized, well, if they fire me and recast the role, they have to reshoot 40% of the show when that would cost a lot of money. So maybe that won’t happen now. That’s when I first started feeling like I might actually get to finish this job. But up until that point, I was certain that we would get a phone call saying, ‘You were miscast; you’re out!.’

Oh wow. Thank you for sharing that and I think you were well cast in Generation Kill. Before we wrap, I do want to ask you about your red carpet look in Toronto. I love the casual sneakers and T-shirt look in the midst of the snowstorm. Is that your personal sense of style?

Yeah, that was. (laughs). That’s kind of what I wear. I almost missed the red carpet or the Toronto trip didn’t happen because I was flying out from New York and because of the blizzard in Toronto, I was delayed by three or four hours. So that’s why unfortunately, you have to do this over the phone. I was supposed to come in to Toronto and do press in the afternoon and then have to relax a bit and maybe put on some real boots instead of my Chuck Taylors. But instead, I was so delayed that I came straight from the airport to the red carpet.

Is that the classic Alex look?

Yeah. I’m on the road so much that I love to travel with just carry on, which means I have to really plan what to pack. So I can only bring one pair of shoes, maybe two pairs of trousers and one or two sweaters. That even goes for when I’m home. Like I don’t have much clothes. And I prefer to have items that I really love to wear and I don’t really feel the need to have 45 different pairs of sneakers on. If I love my sneakers and have one of them for two years and when I need a new pair, I’ll buy a new pair. But that’s all I really need and the same goes for all my clothes.

That’s very minimal and I love to hear that. Glad you made it out to Toronto!

I’m really glad. It was important for me to come out there because again, Brandon’s hometown and most of the crew and even some of our producers are from there. So it was on this tour that we’ve been doing Sundance, New York and we’re going to the Berlin Film Festival next month. It was really not only because I love Toronto, it’s always fun to be there. But again, to come home to Brandon’s hometown and have a night of celebration together was really really important to me, even though I almost missed it.

Thank you and congratulations again on the film!

Thank you and I appreciate it.

We’re sure to see more of Skarsgård, who is currently filming season four of the HBO familial drama Succession. He was introduced in season three as tech mogul Lukas Matsson and we’ll be seeing a lot more of him in the new season.

Infinity Pool is now playing in theatres.

via sharpmagazine.com 

#Alexander Skarsgård #Alexander Skarsgard #Infinity Pool #Corey Nickols #Sharp Magazine

[cipheramnesia]

Any recent horror movies you liked?

I haven't had a lot of time to unpack all of them, but some newer movies I quite enjoyed:

There's Something Wrong With The Children - An actually interesting new take on the Evil Children genre, with underlying ideas which I personally think are more complex than other movies in this vein. It's difficult to describe without giving away all the good stuff, but it does not take the conventional Evil Child route.

Infinity Pool - Brandon Cronenberg should be everything you need to hear but he is once again on target with his exploration of identity and, in this case, what you might call ownership of the self. If you haven't seen his other movies, they're all excellent.

Barbarian - Really another movie that never lets you know where it will jump and has deeper subtext pertaining to gentrification and human exploitation. You want to see this one without any additional details going in because it will fuck you up.

#if horror is not your thing probably you wanna hit up doesthedogdie dot com

[brightlight-dazzlingeyes]

ibiza night fever | chapter 04

pablo gavi x original female character [+18]

synopsis: to celebrate her recent freedom, sofie’s best friends invited her to spend the summer in ibiza. after four years, a tattoo and countless fights – sofie was single. she was dumped on her 22nd birthday; now all she asks for is a calm and relaxing vacation with her girlfriends – no boys allowed. warnings: age gap, alcohol consumption, smut, angst; minors dni.

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Chapter 04 | Pretty Please

“I hate it when you leave me unattended

'Cause I miss ya, and I need your love

But my mind is running wild

Could you help me slow it down?”

The sun beat down on the sparkling blue water of the infinity pool, casting a shimmering glow across the deck of the luxurious villa in Ibiza. The scent of sunscreen mingled with the sweet aroma of tropical flowers, as the guests lounged on plush chaise lounges and sipped fruity cocktails. Sofie couldn't help but smile as she took in the scene around her. The music was loud and upbeat, the DJ spinning a mix of tropical and deep house tracks that had everyone swaying and moving to the beat. In the pool, she could see her friends floating on inflatable unicorns. It was early but the villa was already filled with familiar faces. One in particular more handsome than the others. Pablo Gavi. Apparently he became friends with the girls the other night at the club, and got himself an invitation to the pool party.

They had been dancing around each other ever since he arrived. For the last few minutes they have been making small talk with Daniel, Pedri and Becca, without ever directly talking with each other. The subtle art of avoiding someone. As the day went on, Sofie felt her embarrassment slip away. She got rid of the beach robe and jumped in the pool. Pablo’s eyes were glued on her. That gave her enough confidence to provoke him, she maintained eye contact, fully and aggressively flirting with him. She wanted to know if he could match her attitude. She licked her lips and adjusted the top of her bikini, still staring at him.

At that, Pablo excused himself from the conversation, got up and went inside the house. Sofie was confused – was that an invitation? Or a refusal?

She followed him a couple minutes later looking for an answer. Sofie couldn’t find him anywhere, she almost opened a kitchen drawer to make sure he wasn’t there. She opened every bedroom door. And eventually: the washing closet.

Pablo had his shorts down and his hands were between his tights. It took her a second to understand. His face was red, panicked, sweating. He was jerking off. Shit. She closed the door as abruptly as she opened them. Her heart was racing fast, she heard him cursing behind the door. Before she could catch herself, she asked:

“Can I come in?”

“Excuse me?!”

“Do you need help?” Sofie had her face pressed to the door, she wanted to whisper her question but knew she had to be loud in order for him to listen. Her face burned red with shame. Pablo opened the door slowly, unsure. She locked the door behind her. It was a small washing closet, but at that moment it felt way too spacious. They were too far apart from each other. Sofie needed him inside of her. 

“You need to learn how to lock doors.” She whispered.

“You need to learn how to knock.” He practically barked back at her.

Sofie got on her knees. Pablo was moaning before she was even touching him. He was loud and Sofie felt thankful for the loud music outside. She wanted to ask him to be rough, tell him that she could take it, but the boy was already on the edge and it didn’t take long before he was spilling himself on her mouth. She swallowed happily. Sofie felt her body burning hot, but when Pablo touched her, trying to kiss her, she pushed him away.

“No, I don't want to fuck” She shook her head, trying to put some space between them.

“Oh…”

“I just wanted to feel you in my mouth.”

“Well, now you got me hard again, Sofie. What are you gonna do about that?”

“From what I saw earlier it looks like you can take care of yourself."

“Fuck you!”

“No, no, baby, you go fuck yourself!”

She giggles at her own joke and walks out. She’s on a mission and she walks straight to her bedroom without glancing back. Sofie locks all her doors and windows. She lowers the curtains and lights a candle. She lays down on her bed, takes off her bikini and starts to touch herself. Then she hears a knock on her door. Alright, at least he knocked – she thought to herself. She rapidly covers herself with a towel. When she opens the door for him, Pablo looks at her, naked and face blushing; the dark room and the candle lit.

“Are you with somebody? Am I interrupting something?”

“Nope. You have one more chance to guess.”

Pablo's face gets red with anger.

“There's no way you're doing this. No fucking way.”

“What do you want?” Sofie tries to look annoyed, looking at her nails.

“Just let me watch, please. If you don’t want me to touch you at least let me watch.”

She opens the door wider and gestures for him to come in. Lying in bed again, Sofie closes her eyes and continues her job.

“Look at me, baby.” Pablo is sitting on the edge of the bed, his shorts are not doing a very good job at hiding his excitement. She opens her eyes and stares at him. He 's so pretty. She misses his tongue and tries to imagine how it felt. It’s hard keeping her eyes open. She feels herself getting closer.

“Is it okay if I touch myself?” 

Sofie nods, hungry. They’re face to face, it’s almost a competition. The rules aren’t very clear, but they’re both trying to rile up the other. They’re far apart on the bed, and when they cum is in their own hands. After recovering her breath, Sofie looks for him. They hug and Pablo kisses the top of her head, petting her. He’s gentle with his touch and Sofie wants to be in his arms forever. They shower together and it almost feels domestic. Later, she’s sitting on his lap on that sofa beneath her window.

“How is it like being 22?”

“It’s a little bit worse than being 18.”

Pablo nods. They’re holding hands and adorably kissing each other’s faces. But then the music outside becomes too loud and Sofie feels insecure again.

“We should go back.”

Pablo continues to give her soft kisses, pretending not to listen.

“The girls are probably missing me.”

“Okay. But you need to get up from my lap first, baby.”

Sofie looks at where she’s sitting and hugs him tighter by the neck, kissing him again.

“Yes, I will.”

“Anytime now.” Pablo says in between kisses.

**

It’s a full moon and the sigh from the pool, looking out into the ocean, is spectacular. Most of the guests left already and it’s just their closed circle still on the patio. The music was now playing from one of their phones – reggaeton, so it was probably one of the guys. They were playing cards. As they played, the conversation turned to their plans for the rest of the summer. Luisa talked about her upcoming trip to Paris, while Chiara talked about her plans to backpack through South America. Sofie listened intently, feeling a bit of envy. She always wanted to travel the world, but she had always put it off for one reason or another. But now that she was single, she realized that there was nothing holding her back.

“What about Barcelona?” Pedri raised his eyebrow looking at Becca, while Pablo anxiously waited for Sofie’s answer.

“I’ve always wanted to visit, maybe in our next vacation.” Rebecca said, suddenly feeling shy. Sofie tried to look at anything other than the boy staring at her. Her friends agreed excitedly.

“Sofie always said she wanted to visit Camp Nou!” Luisa teases.

“Well, that was a long time ago.” Sofie is blushing and Pedri laughs at that.

“You would love it. Really. It is as amazing as one expects it to be.” Pablo says, apparently distracted with his cards. 

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

They decide it’s too late for the boys to go back to their villa, so Pedri goes with Rebecca to her room and Pablo follows Sofie.

“Wow, so you’re a sports photographer? That 's so cool!”

She laughs at his excitement. Guilt tries to creep up on her as she realizes they barely know each other.

“Yes, I now work mostly with tennis and cyclism, but I used to cover football when I started.”

“Wow, cyclism? Are you any good?”

“Nope.”

They laugh, she cuddles with him on the bed. 

“Sofie, baby, give me your phone number. I want to text you. I want to call you.”

“No, Pablo. It’s really not a good idea.”

“Why not? Why are you avoiding me?” He turns so he can look her in the eye.

“Because this is Ibiza, and you’re a football player. And I’m not an idiot. I know what this means to you. And it’s fine, really. But I don’t want to pretend this is something else.”

He’s quiet after that. He wants to tell her ‘No, it’s not like that’ or ‘I want more, you’re not giving me enough’, but the words are stuck and he falls silent. She takes that as an agreement and angrily cuddles him again. They’re both mad at each other, but they fall asleep like that, hugging with matching breathing.

#ibiza night fever #pablo gavi #gavi fanfic #football fanfic #pablo gavi fanfic #smut

[bluemoonperegrine]

Five Simple Tips

@oddbunny comes up with great writing prompts! This silly bit of Werewolf by Night fluff was inspired by her reaction to a real-life set of tips.

This wee fic is set in the MCU crossover universe I've been constructing. All you need to know to follow this is:

1. Elsa and Jack have been mated for about five months. 2. Jack has a younger sister named Lissa, and the two are close.

I've posted this to ao3 as well. Kudos and comments are welcome and appreciated!

Ninety percent of the time Jack was fine with being the subject of his mate Elsa’s or sister Lissa’s teasing. It was only right considering how much he dished it out himself. All three of them had endured enough bizarre and often dangerous situations to not take themselves and life in general too seriously. If they had, they’d likely be preppers living in a remote compound fortified with mechanical and magical booby traps. Jack had figured out how to manage his lycanthropy and more recently had found a mate. He was going to live and poke fun at anything even remotely absurd, including himself.

Jack had nothing in particular to poke fun at on the day before Thanksgiving at his sister’s and brother-in-law’s house in Bel Air, California. He and Elsa had arrived the previous day, and his werewolf-vampire niece Nina would join them sometime that evening. Jack looked forward to seeing her and introducing Elsa. Considering the trials he and Elsa had survived that summer, they truly were giving thanks for family and friends.

The occasional snickers Jack had heard as he swam laps in his sister’s infinity pool became more frequent, then turned to giggles. Treading water at the deep end of the pool, Jack peered in Elsa’s direction. She had been relaxing in a one-piece swimsuit on a lounge chair on the travertine veranda. Now she and slender, dark-haired Lissa sat shoulder to shoulder and grinning with their attention on one of their phones. His sister, who wore a sleeveless blouse and shorts, had something flat and yellow on her lap. Elsa obscured his view of Lissa, which didn’t bother Jack in the slightest with her lithe curves on display.

“Did James send more Gen-Z tiktoks?” Jack called. Their young sorcerer friend found often funny and always surreal short videos and passed them along at least once each week.

Elsa took a deep breath, sobered slightly, and met Jack’s eyes. “No new ones, amor.” Then Lissa snort-giggled and his mate lost her composure. 

Jack smiled with them; their amusement was contagious. “What?” he asked, then started swimming toward them. 

Something small and bright-colored flew through the air in Jack’s direction. Out of instinct he changed his position in the water, kicking hard to launch himself into the air and intercept the object. After splashing back into the water and surfacing, he found himself holding a yellow frisbee as gales of Elsa’s and Lissa’s laughter carried across Stone Canyon.

Jack felt his face flush; he was the butt of some sort of joke. Elsa wouldn’t meet his eyes, but Lissa did, still laughing. 

After wrestling with self-consciousness and annoyance, Jack decided to get to the bottom of it. He climbed out of the pool as Lissa chortled, “I gotta admit, hermano, that leap was impressive. You should play water polo.”

Grinning, Jack strode to his sister and sat close beside her, soaking some of her clothes in the process. Ignoring Lissa’s half-hearted protests, he bonked her on the head with the frisbee, then said, “Out with it, or I’m throwing you both in the pool.” The frisbee clattered to the ground.

From her seat on Lissa’s other side, Elsa smirked, “I’d like to see you tr—”

Using his supernatural speed, Jack reached behind his sister, grabbed Elsa’s upper arm, and spun her on the lounge chair toward him. After an initial yelp she laughed, quickly breaking his hold with her free hand. She clutched her phone with the other.

Lissa, who’d jumped to her feet to get away from the brief melee, grinned at them. “I swear, you two are made for each other.”

Jack chuckled as he shook his head; pool water was dripping from his hair into his eyes, and getting Lissa and Elsa wet was good-natured revenge. To his surprise, the action renewed the women’s laughter. “What?!” Jack demanded while laughing himself.

“You’re proving the list right!” his sister gasped.

Elsa wiped tears from her eyes with one hand as she handed her phone to Jack with the other. “We had cheese sticks the other day!” she wheezed.

Baffled, Jack turned his attention to his mate’s phone. He scrolled to the top of the page to find the title “5 Tips for Dating a Werewolf” and groaned facetiously. Elsa scooted to sit beside him. Jack slid one arm around her waist as he skimmed the article.

The first tip involved scents, and while clearly tongue-in-cheek, Jack felt himself blush again. Ignoring it, he quipped, “Six days of scent-marking? I consider that a challenge.” The joke sent Elsa into another round of giggles while his sister made a retching noise.

“Gifts of food? Check,” Jack said, again ignoring his flushed face. At least he’d never left a dead rabbit on Elsa’s doorstep. They’d been hand-delivered, thankyouverymuch.

As Jack skimmed tip number three, Lissa said, “After Adam’s done with work this evening, we all should go to Applebee’s. The closest one—”

“No,” Jack said flatly, fixing a mock scowl on his sister. Elsa gave him a quick peck on the cheek, which he appreciated.

The fourth tip got Jack laughing aloud. “Arching a single, devastating eyebrow? That I can do.” So he did, looking Elsa squarely in the eye. This time she blushed, and he pecked her on the cheek.

Lissa bounced on her toes. “Ooh! Read number five. That’s the best one!” Elsa chuckled and shook her head.

The fifth and final tip Jack found amusing until the squeaky ball part and the waffles.

He really liked waffles.

“I’m never going to Waffle House again,” he grumbled semi-seriously.

Elsa bumped his shoulder with hers. “I promise not to tease you, amor.” She added not-quite under her breath, “Much.”

Jack gave her a fond smile. “Eres imposible, mi vida.”

They kissed until motion got Jack’s attention. He pulled back to find the yellow frisbee zooming away from them and Lissa grinning like a loon.

Jack got to his feet while the women laughed. He laughed with them, then scooped up his traitorous sister and headed for the pool.

#werewolf by night #werewolf by night fanfic #fluff #jack russell #elsa bloodstone #lissa bloodstone #questionable advice

[cas-asiaszymanska]

CAS BLOG 14

APRIL 1

ACTIVITY

1.04.2024

Today we went for a trail ride. We went for a 1,5 hour walk to the forest with some trot. It was planned to trot a bit more, but one of the horses was too excited, so we walked most of the way. Lambi was very calm and relaxed, he only got a bit excited in trot and wanted to go quicker. He did really good, as part of the was he was leading the group. It was a really nice ride.

4.04.2024

Today we did some poles on a circle. At first we wormed up in trot and rode through tree flat poles on a circle on both sides. We did the same in canter adding some stride length manipulation and jumps through the pool to the worm up. The exercise in canter was done in full sit. Later we stretched out it trot and for the cool-off walk we let the other owner's friend ride and trot in hand a little. Lambi was pretty concentrated, good on contact and balanced. He was calm and responsive. We practiced bending a lot and even though it was really hard for him, he had his good moments. My seat is getting better.

5.04.2024

Today we had a jump session. At first we wormed up in trot, did some circles, transitions and rode a few times over the flat poles. Later we wormed up in canter on both sides and jumped a small cross. Than we started riding the gymnastic line set by my trainer. At first we did id on low obstacles and than a bit higher ones – up to 60 cm due to the injury. The exercise was tree fences – two crosses with one stride in between and than one stride and an oxer. We finished off with stretching in trot and going for a short walk. Lambi did really good today. He changed legs correctly at the end of the line, he was pretty balanced and on contact. The canter transitions could have been a bit better, but that is just the next thing to work with. My seat was good most of the time.

7.04.2024

Today we did some flat poles for transitions. There were 3 poles for a circle on each short wall and 3 poles on each diagonal, to ride them in an infinity sign. We started by worming up in trot and riding through the poles. Than we added walk transitions before diagonal poles. Later we wormed up in canter and rode through the circle poles. Than we added trot transitions before the diagonals. At the end we stretched in trot. Lambi was pretty responsive (could have been a little better). He was good on contact most of the time. The canter transitions should have been a bit calmer. My sea was ok but a lot to work on still. The bend was semi good, but thatbwas not our focus today.

8.04.2024

Today we did some dressage preparation. We started with shoulder ins in walk and some circles in trot. Than we worked on shortening and lengthening the trot stride. Later we did the same in canter on both sides and finished by stretching in trot. The aim was to improve responsiveness, contact and balance. At the end of the ride all 3 were significantly better. The bent was also a bit better as a result. My seat was pretty ok, but I need to use more core muscles to control Lambi a bit better.

11.04.2024

Today we did some more dressage, but in the closed arena. We started with some shoulder-ins in walk and trot worm up. We did some circles and tried slightly manipulate the tempo. Later we did the same in canter and rode a few times through 20 m poles with 5 or 6 strides in between. At the end we stretched in trot. Lambi was pretty balanced today, but was a bit hard on contact. He had hard time with the poles, as we was falling into trot. He was pretty responsive, but it certainly could have been better. My seat was not too good either today. I think we both had a worse riding day.

12.04.2024

Today we did some more jumping. We did the gymnastic line again, but this time in a bit different obstacles configuration. We started by worming up in trot – doing circles, transitions and later riding the flat poles. We wormed up in canter with some speed manipulation and later also the poles. The final line was two crosses, pole, cross, poll and an oxer. With each run through the line was build up to its final look and height. At the end we stretched out in trot and went for a short walk. Lambi jumped pretty well today, only a few times we went a bit too quickly. He was however, pretty stiff before the canter each time and was falling out with his shoulders on the curves. He was pretty responsive apart from the bend and in proper balance. My seat was ok today, but still could have been better.

13.04.2024

Today we came back to dressage again to try correct some parts. We wormed up in trot and tried manipulating the tempo. We did some poles in trot and tried shortening the trot in between. We did the same in canter and stretched out back in trot. At the end we went for a short walk. Today Lambi was pretty ok in trot and did not stiffen before canter. He was acceptable in canter on the right, but was acting out a bit on the left – my theory being he just got tired as this is hard work for his muscles. He was pretty balanced and on some points good on contact. He had good bend moments, but we need to make them a habbit, and mot a lucky moment. My seat was ok but a lot to work on there too.

14.04.2024

Today we did some dressage combined with gymnastics. We started off with tempo manipulation in trot and canter, riding also through some poles in both gaits. Then we did the exercise with 4 small jumps (30 cm) – cavaletti – as hop-in-hop-out = with no stride in between. We built up the exercise slowly from flat poles rising one at a time. After riding the final exercise a few times we stretched out in trot. He was a little stiff with the tempo manipulation, ok on the contact at times. The left side in canter in the most challenging for him. The jumps went really well – he was focused, balanced and not too forward. My seat was ok but still not as good as it should (I've been riding horses 11 years now so some progress is expected...).

15.04.2024

Today was a really good ride. We focused on tempo manipulation again and putting Lambi more on his hinds. We started with shortening trot and coming back to original tempo, than we added walk-trot transitions and later stop-trot transitions. He did really good in both. Than we did similar exercise in canter – after a short worm up we played with the tempo a little and added a small cross-obstacle trying to come slowly and calmly to it – it went really well. At the end we did some walk-canter transitions and stretched out in trot. The training was really good, as Lambi was focused and visibly improved in the task done. The last week's work has paid off that far. He was much better in canter (especially on the left side) and got the exercise quicker in trot. It is not perfect yet but the definite improvement in responsiveness, balance and start of collection can be seen. My seat was still not perfect, but it is getting better too.

Blog Summary 14

The last two weeks we started working more on collection, balance and responsiveness. The work is slow and hard for both me and Lambi but the improvement can be seen. He is better at contact, less stiff before canter and calmer before jumps. We started jumping more regularly – once a week, and working with some cavaletti on other rides. My seat is slowly improving, but it is still a long way.

[lonespektr]

SEPTEMBER 2ND HORROR WATCH 2023

INFINITY POOL (2023)

White sand brain death

It's all black for the first convo

Camera on tilt

Whoa creepy clone rejects

Oh mask WOW

That's already the second time she's altering reality and he is confused

But they just swapped positions, she asked for permission

Quad

Ok weird indigenous vs idk what

The Chinese food

He always playing this odd combination of abuser and manipulated calculating and oblivious

Oh lordt acting

Cuts of idk ominous sensual visuals

Discordant tones intrusive throughout the back ground

Fictional sort of combo country

Leaving the resort

Men always think they are brilliant and the first person to come up with that scene and the oddness of it some how invalidates it's banality or they claim it as commentary when it really is just wish be fulfillment

Poor help me nothing i could do some young blonde came at me

This one i find annoying because his wife is extremely younger, smarter, hotter looking than this woman

Why pick her to be nag wife?

On the way back

Oh just to be closest i think this is a set up from jump

I mean day 1 like before curtain lift

The question is who is in on it

Drugs, food drinks

No thought to the man whatsoever

Cops already (clear from the trailer)

Hospital gown white

Thresh

Nothing to get the male protag going by vague sexualized threats to the wife-property

Corruption

Lol he just really said federal law says the eldest son will kill you back

Literally just offered an in house clone via the embassy/cops and signed a random

Lol why is the atm wild like that if it can be gotten with one withdrawal (from him, who we established is broke) then how much is it

Lol straight into clone station 🤣

Lol visuals horror seems to be doing like a mini resurgence of these 80's kinda visuals

13 & 9 they said

Wait if they can see him then what's the point

Gown with a stab embroidered circle

This is literally pointless

Is this just sold as catharsis settlement check

Lol what the heck was that

Ok... passport

What, she's putting him on the back foot

Tattoo eyes?

Prior experience (also expected)

Omg just for a book, lordt

And there's a sicko crew of them

Didn't bring, well i guess she didn't get one

It's always the wife who just doesn't get it can't follow

"zombies" that's so typical rich people

Lol he never thought about it

She kissed him in public

Actual danger threat couched in joke

Playing ego

Creepy masks

Lol whut

Full purge vibes

Idiot shootout

Omg they are all doing it again

Omg now they are karening in the court house

Silly boy ego trip

co opting traditional herbs

Orgy montage miraculously heterosexual

Some aesthetic lezzies

This is just succession, rich people getting away with shit

Trigeminal Neuralgia sux ass

Fully decanted another one for a prank.

They knew seems like

Omg why they outside lol what

Okay he had it the whole time

Lol they chasing him

MEMBERS OF THE BUS

Oh they were planning

I never read your book

Good actress

It's largely misogyny

Old Rich playing with new rich

Not the same family

Visuals

#graywatchhorror23 #infinity pool

[mayaaugeson-blog]

Cabo

In February 2017 I went on vacation with my family to the beautiful Cabo San Lucas. Leading up to this trip I was so excited to use my passport to go on a trip and as a 10 year old, that seemed very cool.  When we arrived in Mexico at the all inclusive resort all I wanted to do was jump in the massive infinity pool. The resort we stayed at was amazing, there was great food all day everyday, swim up bars, big pools, entertainment, beach access, and more. 

My favorite part of any vacation is being out in the sun. Within two days of arriving I had an extreme sunburn and hives from how strong the sun was. Because of this I spent most of the time inside playing games with my dad. Lesson learned, make sure to wear sunscreen! 

Although during the day I couldn’t be outside my family made sure I had fun at night, most nights we went to a huge buffet and kids show. One night my dad got up on stage with the performers and danced with them. 

Ill never forget how much fun I had in Cabo despite spending most of my time inside. In the future I hope to go back there again, but this time make sure I wear a lot of sunscreen!

[neochan]

GENRE | smut, idolverse!

WARNINGS | smut

WC | 2.6k +

A.N | this is a repost of my older work. i hope you enjoy it <3

You could still hear the unintelligible screaming of thousands of fans as the boys filtered off the stage and into the greenroom. Another successful concert in the long string of tour stops. You couldn’t even remember what state you were in because the days of traveling, unpacking, setting up, and doing it all again the next day ran together.

The boys were dripping sweat, immediately grabbing bottles of water and towels to wipe themselves off. They had worked harder than normal today since during one of the sets the microphone cut out and they had to perform acapella. Someone was getting fired for that.

Taeyong flopped onto the leather couch dominating the center of the room, water in one hand, phone in the other. “People are already uploading photos.” He outstretches his arm so the others could view the pictures pulled up on his screen.

“Johnny you look ridiculous,” you point out, laughing as a fan had caught Johnny in the act of wildly waving his light stick.

“I was having a good time, okay?” He chuckles and walks into the dressing rooms to change out of his stage outfit. Half of the group filtered out to change and half stayed to peruse through the gifts left by venue staff and play on their phones until told otherwise.

You were wondering where Hyuck was when you heard his voice from the hallway. He saunters in and gives you a kiss on the cheek, “Enjoy the show?” His golden skin was tainted pink, hair matted to his forehead by the sweat that was trickling down the side of his face. He grabbed his shirt and lifted it to swipe at his face, revealing his cute tummy. You had to resist the urge to poke it.

“I enjoyed hearing thousands of pretty fans scream your name” You give him a smirk knowing that he hates when you downplay your relationship.

He nudges you with his shoulder, “You know I meant the songs,” his doe eyes look into yours, his long lashes brushing against his cheek when he blinked “Besides, you know I love you and only you.”

Mark began to nervously giggle in the corner while Doyoung made fake gagging noises from the vanity he sat at. “Oh, shut up.” You say, throwing empty water bottles at the two, “And hurry up I wanna go swimming before it gets too late.”

The ride home was peaceful once the swarms of fans cleared a path for the bus. Per the managers request you slouched down in your seat so know one could see you through the window. It didn’t make much sense because the windows were tinted, but Haechan had to argue for his life to allow them to let you tag along on the tour, so you didn’t question them. Once you were on the road, you sat back up and snuggled close to Haechans side. He rested his hand on your thigh, absentmindedly stroking you with his thumb. His head leaned back against the seat, eyes closed, listening to music. It was so loud you could almost make out the words but you didn’t say anything – you let him stay in his post concert utopia for the whole trip.

The hotel was about an hour away from the venue so that no one would find them, and they’d be closer to their next destination. It was nicer than the others because it actually had a pool. You and Haechan made an agreement to go swimming after the concert, and you couldn’t wait. The staff also rented more rooms, so instead of four people to a bed, it was just you and Haechan.

After checking in everyone filtered off to their rooms leaving the both of you to freely do whatever you wanted - within reason of course. You both got changed, your gaze admiring the hard lines of Haechans back. “Don’t stare.” He blushed, wrapping a towel around his upper body.

You pulled on your bikini which made Haechan go silent. You specifically picked this one because it brought out your skin tone well, and cupped your features beautifully. “Now who’s staring?”

It never failed. The butterfly feeling you got in the pit of your stomach when Haechan watched you with loving eyes. You wrapped a towel around your waist, allowing Haechans eyes to roam the tops of your breasts, peeking out from the almost too small bathing suit.

His cheeks turned pink once he noticed he was caught, “Let’s go”.

The hallways were quiet since it was almost midnight, so you wordlessly made your way down the stairs and out into the night air. It had grown considerably cooler than when guys first arrived that morning, but the sky made up for it. Pretty stars pricked the vast expanse of dark blue and black infinity. You could see the moon peaking out from behind a single cloud, casting a shadowed glow on Haechans honey skin.

The gate was closed when you walked up to it so you stopped to read, “Aw man, the pool closed an hour ago,” You set your lips in a pout, “no wonder the lights weren’t on.”

“Hey it’s okay, no lights, no cameras, they probably wont even notice we’re here if we keep quiet.” He moves closer to you, eyebrows raised expectant for an answer.

You hesitated wondering if you really could pull it off, after all you’d been looking forward to this for the whole day, “I don’t wanna get in trouble..”

“You said you wanted to swim and I’m going to make sure that happens,” He gets down on one knee, “step on my leg, I'm gonna help you jump the fence.”

He boots you over, and grabs your arms to help lower you on the other side, but his hand slips and his nails dig into your shoulder. “Ow, fuck.” You wince rubbing the spot he scratched.

“Sorry, sorry” He says giggling, jumping the fence with such quietness and ease that it looked unreal. “Come on, dare you to do a canon ball!?”

He ran ahead throwing his towel on one of the pool chairs and jumping in the water. You cringe away from the loud slap his body hitting the water made. You walk slowly to the chair, deeply inhaling the addictive chlorine scent.

He finally stands up waist deep in the water and pushes his hair back. The blue water reflected against him, making his skin sparkle. “Come into the water y/n” he splashed some water into your general direction, but not enough to touch you.

“Okay, Okay.” You drop the towel and slip into the water. It was cold. Really cold. You gasp and recoil away, but not fast enough, because Haechan has wrapped his arms around you and started carrying you towards the deep end. You struggle a bit in his grip but his arms provide an iron cage that you can’t get out of. “Haechan let me go!”

He presses a warm kiss to the back on your neck but doesn’t comply with your wishes, instead making a curve and bringing you towards the underwater benches. He fixes his hold on you so that now he’s carrying you bridal style. You stare up at him, water droplets falling off his chin. His eyes were already red from the chlorine and you hoped that it cleared up by tomorrow nights concert. His plush lips sat in a pout, strong jaw set. He was so very pretty; and all yours. You smiled to yourself, deciding to keep that image locked away in your memory forever.

Once he gets to the benches he sets you down and glides in beside you. “You know It’s colder than I thought it was going to be.” He lifts a hand and sheepishly rubs the back of heck, “and you look way hotter in that bikini than I thought you would.”

“I don’t know if that’s supposed to be a dig or a compliment.” You scoot closer to him so that your thighs were pressed against each other. Finding his hand underwater, you intertwine your fingers with his own.

“A compliment babe.” He chuckles and slouches in the water so that only his head sat above it. You both sit there for a moment until it becomes too cold to sit still.

“Well I’m going to put it to use and go swim.” You push off from the cement and paddle around. The only way to stay slightly warm was to keep moving. Haechan watched you, eyes crinkled in a smile, bottom lip caught between his teeth. It was fun to watch you play in the water but the bathing suit was making him think of other things you two could be doing.

And that was how it stayed. Haechan watching while you performed for him.

A while had passed, the calm exterior of the pool getting to you, making you drowsy. The cold blue water washed over your hands while you gently skimmed the surface, making your way over to where Haechan was. You hummed a short tune under your breath, trying to keep yourself distracted. it was close to one in the morning now, but Haechan still sat on the bench, slightly shivering from the brisk air, hands gripping his thighs under the water while his mind wandered far away from the present.

“Watcha thinkin’ about” you ask, moving closer to him, hoping to catch some lingering body warmth.

“Fucking you ,” he moved off the seat and dove under the surface, only leaving small ripples in his wake. You stand there for a second wonder how he could be so blunt, so forward in his desires; he was never like this.

He swam a single circle around your body before popping up in front of you, giving you a mini heart attack. He pushes you back against the tiled walls, “I’ve spent the last hour thinking about fucking you. Thinking about how pretty you’d sound.” His head dips down to kiss along your collarbone, and your hands grab the back of neck, holding him there while his tongue sucked bruises into your tender skin. His hands grazed the bare skin of your arms, giving you goosebumps.

He moaned into the side of your neck, biting and sucking away, wanting you to yearn for him like he did for you. He lifted his head so that his mouth hung over yours, his small puffs of breath fanning over your face while he tests the waters. “Can I kiss you?”

Without giving him an answer you pull him closer by the roots of his hair. His kissing was messy and sweet, and while your tongues moved together, his hips began rubbing circles against you, trying to gain some friction in the cool water. Small heavy breaths were the only sound you could hear, aside from the occasional splash as Haechan moved restlessly.

Your hand wandered down his chest and below the surface to where you could feel him straining against his shorts. You began to stroke him over the fabric, his hips pushing against your touch. He broke the kiss to watch as you peeled down the elastic from his hips, his cock freed from the restricting material of his swim shorts. You watched him twitch slightly as the cold water met his length.

“You can’t make any noise.” You place a single finger against his lips.

“No promises.” He whispers, a devilish smirk breaking way on his face. His hands caress you thighs, pushing your bottoms to the side. The cold water hit you, making you gasp and push into Haechan who just whimpers against your touch.

He tried to stay quiet, only soft grunts between gritted teeth and muffled moans as his hips pushed into your own. The water created resistance but it just enhanced how good he was feeling. He hurriedly grabs at your legs, pulling them up so that they sat around his waist. Your back dragged up the tiled walls, scraping your tender skin, but you could only focus on Haechans cock thrusting deeply in and out of you. He stared longingly into your eyes, filling you up completely, wanting to savor the way they fluttered in the back of your head.

“You love the way I fill you up huh?” He groans into your ear, a hand falling forward to grip the cement ledge of the pool.

You couldn’t respond without fear of moaning so you nod your head wildly. He began to bite and suck at your collarbone, pushing you closer to the edge. Looking down he sees your nipples, erect, poking through the wet fabric of your bathing suit. His eyes grow wide, hips stuttering into you. Fuck you were hot.

“Haechannie, I think I’m going to come.” You squeezed your eyes shut trying to focus on the feeling coiling in your stomach.

“Not yet.” He growls, hands moving to pin your wrists against the cement ledge, “Hold it princess, I know you can.” The water began to slosh around faster as Haechan thrusted harder into you. The sound was so loud its no wonder you didn’t hear the keys jangling against the hip of the guard making his way towards you two.

“Hey!,” he shouts running towards you, “The pool is closed! Get out! Are you two-” He didn’t get a chance to finish his sentence as you and Haechan spring up out of fear and take off. It was easy to push yourself up onto the pool deck. The guard made the mistake of following you two and leaving the gate unattended. You and Haechan ran out, giggling, making your way back into the hotel. You didn’t stop until you got into the room and slammed the door behind you.

With your heart hammering in your chest you lean against the dark cherry wood . “Holy fuck we could’ve gotten in serious trouble.” You gasp out, clutching a hand against your wet bathing suit top.

“Babe we’ll be gone by morning, no one is gonna know.” Haechan paces in front of you trying to catch his breath. His shorts hung dangerously low on his hips, it was miracle he got them up in time.

“We’re so banned from this hotel.” A knock on the door makes you jump away from it, the worst of punishment's filling your mind. What were they going to do? They couldn’t arrest you, could they?

Haechan walks forward and turns the knob slowly, revealing a sleepy Doyoung. His oversized t-shirt hung off one shoulder showing off his gaunt collarbone. He was rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

“What do you want Doie?” you ask softly.

“How was getting chased by the guard?” he gives a sleepy chuckle, still half in his dreams.

“How did you-,” A look of realization hits Haechan, “You reported us?” He whined, pushing Doyoungs bare shoulder so that he stumbled back.

“Sound travels over water dumbasses and you guys were loud, I was trying to sleep!” Protesting, he pushes Haechans wet shoulder back.

“Well, now we’re going to be twice as loud.” Haechan slams the door in Doyoungs face and grabs you, throwing you on the bed. You give a squeal, and hear Doyoungs fist hit the door.

“I swear I’ll make a noise complaint.” He sounded more irritated than sleepy now.

“Go ahead, you’re just mad I’m getting laid and you aren't.” You playfully slap Haechans arm, but he nips at your hand. The other side of the door grows silent, Doyoung either going to report you two, or going back to his room defeated.

“Shall we pick up where we left off princess?”

#nct smut #haechan smut #nct haechan smut #nct dream smut #nct 127 smut #nct drabble #nct fic #nct scenario #hyuck smut #doyoung

[imaginesandbandfiction]

Harry Styles — Golden

Fine Line Series Part 6

Classic Amalfi Coast cliche, I know. But it’s so perfect I don’t even care. Also we are using our imaginations again and pretending the Amalfi Coast in November is warm enough for swimming.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 Part 5 | Masterlist

I Know That You’re Scared Because I’m So Open

After a whirlwind three weeks in Europe, there were thirteen days of freedom between the show in Milan and the start of the Asia/Oceania leg of the tour in Singapore. Most of the crew was flying back to LA for some much needed time with friends and family, although a group of particularly adventurous assistants was spending the break backpacking through the Alps.

You and Harry were hopping on a tiny private plane and heading to the Amalfi Coast for ten days of sun, sand, and uninterrupted alone time.

The villa Harry had rented was small but luxurious, with a modern, minimalist interior that focused mostly on the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the infinity-edge pool out back and the white-sand beach beyond. You dropped your bags at the door and flung yourself onto the plush white sofa with a content sigh.

“I could get used to this!” you exclaimed, kicking off your shoes before lifting your feet up to cross the sofa’s arm.

“Only the best for my sunflower,” Harry said, leaning over the back of the couch to press a kiss to your forehead. “C’mon, let’s go check out the pool.” He grabbed your hand to help you up and you behind him out the back door.

The view was even better outside; the late afternoon sunlight gave everything a warm, golden glow. The deck around the pool was made of green tiles that shone brightly like sea glass. There were a few lounge chairs to one side and a dining set on the other, with an outdoor shower in the space between the side of the house and the patio wall. A set of stairs led down to the beach below,

Harry let go of your hand and sprinted for the stairs.

“Race you to the water,” he yelled, already halfway there by the time you registered what was happening.

“Cheater!” You called after him, racing to catch up. He beat you to the shore, but you weren’t far behind. He stood with his arms out and you launched yourself into them, nearly knocking him over.

“Easy there,” he said with a chuckle, scooping you up bridal-style.

“Harry, no!” You squealed as he turned towards the ocean, carrying you deeper. He kept walking, and eventually the tips of your toes dipped under water, sending a chill through your body.

“It’s so cold!” you exclaimed, giggling and lifting your feet up to try and avoid the water.

“‘S better if you just duck under,” Harry said with mischief in his eyes before diving into the waves, pulling you down with him. A shriek escaped your lips but was promptly cut off when your head went underwater. You resurfaced, spluttering, wiping the salt water out of your eyes with your fist.

“You’re insufferable, Harry Styles,” you said, shoving water at him.

“You love it,” he responded with a smirk, splashing you back. You let out a playful growl, jumping onto his back and knocking him underwater again, before taking off towards the shore. He swam after you once he came back up and realized you were gone, catching up quickly. His hand wrapped around your ankle, preventing you from going any further. Lunging forwards, he pulled on your ankle to flip you over so you were floating on your back, before promptly tackling you into the shallow waves.

His lips crashed onto yours in a salty kiss. The waves broke on top of you, fluttering the white sundress fanned out around you, fizzling out as they neared the shore. Your wet bodies slid together effortlessly, and a tingle followed the trail of his slick fingers up and down your thighs. A gasp escaped your lips and he swallowed it, using your open mouth to his advantage as he slipped his tongue between your parted lips. You wrapped your legs around his waist to pull his body flush against yours, and could feel him pressing into your hip bones.

Eventually, he pulled away, resting his forehead on yours for a moment to catch his breath. You blinked your eyes open and were met with his green-eyed gaze. The sun was starting to set; it had dropped significantly in the time you spent lost in each other, casting a halo-like glow behind Harry’s head.

You shivered at the lack of body heat, curling towards him unconsciously.

“C’mon, let’s get you inside,” he said, nudging your nose with his. Emerging from the water made you even colder, and your wet dress seemed to absorb the cool evening air, sticking to your skin and trapping it in. Harry pulled off his wet t-shirt and flung it up onto the deck ahead of you. You led him inside and straight to the bathroom. Harry started the shower while you got undressed, following you into the hot water to finish what he had started earlier.

___

Thirteen days passed quickly, yet each one felt luxuriously slow. They were spent floating in the pool, swimming in the ocean, and walking hand-in-hand down the private beach, collecting seashells and talking about everything and nothing all at once, with frequent breaks inside to get out of the heat and explore each other's bodies.

If you thought three days in the Grand Canyon brought out Harry’s domestic side, ten days in an Italian villa turned it up to eleven. He brought you tea in bed every morning, refusing to let you get up until you had finished your first cup. He cooked dinner and you ‘assisted,’ sitting on the counter with a glass of wine while he buzzed around the kitchen wearing a kitchy apron with ‘Bon Appetit!’ embroidered on the front, above a stitched-on glass of wine and charcuterie board.

One night, he had a chef from one of the restaurants in town come over to teach the two of you how to make homemade pasta. By the time the food was done, the kitchen was covered in flour, but it was all worth it, because it was the best pasta you ever had. The chef had helped you plate the meals and set them up on the table outside, before leaving you to your own devices. He had brought a bottle of red wine to pair with the pasta, and you and Harry enjoyed a long, leisurely dinner, refilling your glasses until the bottle was empty and your plates were cold.

You made a game out of cleaning up to make it go by faster. The rules were unclear, but somehow you managed to finish off another bottle of wine, and headed back out onto the deck with a third under your arm.

Harry sat down in one of the lounge chairs, patting the seat next to him. After pouring two more glasses of wine, you lowered yourself down until you were half on the chair and half on him, your legs draped across his. He reached an arm around your back, pulling you into his chest. All that wine had made you sleepy, and you let your head drop down against his.

“Can’t believe we got flour in the chandelier,” you giggled.

“Pretty sure it was you who did that,” he teased, poking you in the side and making you squirm.

“It wasn’t my fault, the bag was slippery!” You fell into giggles again, thinking about how the flour had puffed up out of the bag, floating around the room as if in slow motion. Harry chuckled and you could feel it rumbling in his chest

The two of you fell into a comfortable, peaceful silence as the sun slowly slipped down into the ocean and the stars flickered to life one by one, brightening the night sky. You pointed out constellations as they appeared, but when you turned towards Harry, he was staring at you with a soft smile on his face instead.

“I love you, Y/N,” he said softly, pausing for a second before opening his mouth to speak again. “Sorry if I’m coming on too strong or if things are moving too fast,” he sucked in his bottom lip, nibbling on it before he spoke again. “It's just, well, it hasn’t always been easy for me to open up, and it’s ruined things before.” He ducked his head, a blush creeping up his cheeks. “Don’t wanna ruin things with you.”

“Harry,” you said, interrupting his nervous babbling and pressing a finger to his lips. “I love you too.” His eyes were shining when he looked up at you, and he broke out into a huge grin. He wrapped his other arm around you, slipping it under your shirt to squeeze you to his chest tightly, and dropped a feather-light kiss onto your forehead. You hummed out a sigh, curling your body around his and nuzzling your face into his neck. His hands rubbing soothing circles on your back and the sound of the waves crashing lulled you to sleep.

___

The sun woke you up the next morning, the light streaming through the curtains and directly onto your eyes. Or, at least, that’s what you thought was happening, but when you blinked your eyes open, you were outside. Harry was curled around you with a protective arm thrown across your waist, and there was a towel over the two of you to lock in the body heat. You were surprisingly comfortable for having slept on a lounge chair, and cuddled deeper into Harry’s embrace to doze for a bit. The sunrise and the dewy, early-morning ocean mist cast a hazy, ephemeral glow, making you feel like you were in a dream. But it was better than a dream, it was real, and you still had another two full days until it was time to head to Singapore.

Bliss.

You felt Harry starting to stir and twisted around in his arms, pressing your forehead to his. He smiled, but kept his eyes shut, stuck in the delicious purgatory between being asleep and awake.

“Mornin’, love,” he mumbled, voice husky.

“Good morning,” you whispered, leaning in to peck the tip of his nose. “You could’ve dragged me inside last night.”

“You looked so peaceful, didn’t wanna wake you.” He blinked once, twice, three times, before opening his eyes completely, squinting slightly to ease back into the brightness of the real world. “And, I like the sound of the waves.” You smiled and leaned in for a proper kiss, catching his bottom lip between both of your own and sucking lightly on the delicate skin. His breath hitched in his throat and he paused for a second before pressing forward into you, tangling one hand into your hair with a low growl.

You were thankful for the privacy of your little villa when clothes started flying. When you dragged Harry into the outdoor shower to clean up, he pressed your back against the cool tile wall and left a white-hot trail from your lips all the way down your body to your inner thighs. You unconsciously bucked forward, craving more, but he gripped your hips tightly, pressing his thumbs in the hollows of the bones there to keep you in place.

When you had come undone for him, he pulled away and looked up at you with a smirk, wet hair draped over his eyes and lips slick.

“Coffee?” he asked, voice casual, as if he wasn’t on his knees in front of you. You leaned your head back against the wall and let your eyes flutter shut,

“Think I need a nap,” you groaned, voice hoarse. Harry laughed as he stood up and led you back inside, tucking you into the cool, dark bedroom to sleep off your post-coital hangover.

___

Though the bubble you had spent the past two weeks in was pure paradise, by the last day, you were itching to get out and explore beyond the 1-mile stretch of private beach that accompanied the villa. Harry, understandably, was worried about privacy, but after you spent the rest of the day begging to go somewhere and do something, he finally caved and agreed to go for a drive after dinner.

The rental car he had driven from the airport to the villa, an old Fiat, had been sitting idly in the driveway the whole time and took a few tries to get started. It didn't have bluetooth or even an aux jack, so you listened to the assortment of Italian songs on the radio. Harry drove down Amalfi Drive, along the rocky shores of the coast. He was wearing a black baseball cap, turned backwards, and a pair of old aviators a previous guest had left at the villa. You assured him no one would recognize him in the brief second they passed your car, but he was paranoid from years of being stalked by paparazzi and fans alike.

He sang along to the radio, making up his own nonsense Italian words. The car had no air conditioning, so the windows were down, and the wind whipped your ponytail around with every turn. You passed cute little villages built into cliff edges and small, isolated villas much like your own.

The setting sun cast a golden glow on everything you passed, and you desperately wanted to get out and explore. You turned to Harry, and dialled down the volume of the music so he could hear you speak.

“Can we get out to watch the sunset?” you asked, pleading with your eyes.

“I dunno, Y/N…” he said, eyeing you sideways.

“Please? Just for a few minutes?” You stuck out your bottom lip at him. “Nobody will recognize you, your disguise is flawless.” He took a few minutes to think about it, staring straight ahead, lost in thought.

“Okay, fine,” he relented. “Just for a little bit.”

“Yay!” You leaned across the center console to kiss him on the cheek, making him smile as he pulled the car over. The two of you walked down to the nearly empty beach and found a spot nestled between two protruding rock formations that kept you mostly hidden.

“See, I told you it would be fine,” you said, lowering yourself to the sand next to Harry. He dropped down next to you, leaning his head on your shoulder.

“I know, I guess I’m just paranoid,” he said, voice soft. You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him closer.

“It’s okay, you have every right to be. While most kids were drinking stolen beers in their parents’ basement and worrying about whether or not they would have a date to prom, you were selling out stadiums around the world. I’m pretty sure it’s illegal, how much the paparazzi stalked you when you were underage.” You were both quiet for a moment, soaking up the salty sea air and each other's company. “I can’t even imagine what that was like. Is like.”

“‘S okay. Wouldn’t change it for the world, though I would’ve liked to take you to prom.” He nudged you with his shoulder and you barked out a laugh, head thrown back and eyes shut, the idea of Harry Styles taking you to prom too much to handle.

“I would’ve been the most popular girl in school,” you said once your laughter had subsided. “Or the most hated. Maybe both.”

“Probably both,” Harry agreed. “Bet you were gorgeous, though.”

“I went with Kenny Armansky, captain of the debate team.” You pulled out your phone and scrolled back through Instagram to find your old prom pics. “I ignored him for most of the night, though, because I wanted to hang out with my friends.” Harry laughed, the sweet sound echoing off of the rocks surrounding you. The two of you sat there for what felt like hours, just enjoying the sounds of the waves crashing into the shore and birds chirping, soaking up every last minute of the alone time before it was back to nonstop travel, people everywhere, and keeping things low-key.

As the sun slipped below the horizon and your last day in paradise came to an end, your heart swelled with happiness, thankful for everything in your life that had happened to lead up to this perfect moment with the perfect man.

#imagine #imaginesandbandfiction #harry styles #imagines #harry imagine #harry styles blurb #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fluff #harry styles imagine #harry styles imagines #one direction imagine #one direction imagines #fine line #fine line series #harry styles x you #harry styles x y/n #harry styles x reader #harry styles fandom #music #writing #golden #italy #travel #romance

[dreamlessinparis]

Refreshing Bliss

Pairing: Steve Rogers x F!Reader x Bucky Barnes

Summary: When a heat wave becomes too much, Bucky finds a way to cool down his lovers and heat them up.

Warning: no plot, just smut, pool sex, dirty talk, explicit language, Bucky and Steve in a pool, fluff, pet names, 18+

If you're a minor, DNI

Please do not repost, publish or translate my work. Reblogs and comments are appreciated! Thank you for reading :)

A/N: Okay I know I said I'd have this up before the weekend was up and it's now Wednesday, I suck 🙈 haha I'm sorry this took longer than anticipated, but I really hope you like it @thefallenbibliophilequote and it quenches your pool needs😘😊 all mistakes are my own.

You could literally feel the sweltering heat through the glass window you were standing in front of. The heatwave was drastically getting worse and nothing was helping. The inner pool was under construction and the outdoor pool was still being built. Why Tony hadn’t built that with the rest of the compound you would never know. 

Alas despite the high-tech facilities of the place, the AC was having technical issues and in the midst of Tony fixing them, the whole compound was slowly melting. Everyone was down to their skivvies and aside from ogling eyes, there wasn’t any touching. It was too hot to even think about. Which was impossible to fathom considering who you were dating. 

Bucky and Steve had become a permanent fixture in your life since the night of your catastrophic mission. The fear of losing you had caused them to reveal their true feelings and they were ecstatic that you reciprocated them.  Truly you couldn't have been happier and that happiness only grew from there. But recently you were avoiding them, those two ran hotter than the average person and in this heat, it was unbearable to deal with. 

"Bunny?" Steve's voice pulled you away from your thoughts and you looked over your shoulder. He looked absolutely delectable, wearing nothing but a pair of shorts that hung dangerously low on his hips. His sculpted chest was beaded with sweat and your mouth watered at the thought of running your tongue over all the hard planes. 

"Hmm?" you hummed, turning to face him fully. "What's up Steve?"

Your eyes remained glued to his glistening pecs and he chuckled softly.

"Eyes up here bunny," Steve began to walk towards you and you backed away until your bare back was pressed against the heated glass. Your eyes reluctantly broke away from his chest, and widened at the intense look in his eyes.

"Steve, no," you said, placing your hands on his chest, keeping him from coming any closer. The muscles jumped at your touch and you couldn't help the moan that escaped you. 

"No?" His eyebrow cocked, challenging your willpower.

You tried your hardest to gain your resolve, shaking your head slowly. "No Steve, it's too hot." 

"We can make it hotter. Come on, sweetheart, you've been avoiding us for well over a week and we miss you," he said, leaning to place soft kisses on your neck. Your arms buckled slightly, allowing him to take a step closer. His lips brushed over a sensitive spot, causing you to sink your nails into the skin of his pecs. 

The groan he let out rumbled through your body and the next thing you knew, he had you pressed hard against the glass and his smoldering body. His thigh found its way between your legs, your shorts barely a barrier. Your hips rocked subconsciously, needing to relieve the ache that had been plaguing you for too long. 

“Steve,” you whimpered, his thigh pressed harder against your core, and your head fell back against the glass with a thud. 

“Yes?” he mumbled into your soft skin. 

“It’s too hot,” you argued weakly, as his warm hand slid underneath your halter top, and cupped your breast. You arched into his touch and for a moment, you thought about saying fuck it and letting him have his way with you. 

But even the pleasure of his body, couldn’t bypass the rising heat, sweat clinging to your skin. It was sticky and hot, but not in a good way. You were getting too irritated to enjoy any of it and Steve felt it, pulling away with a huff. 

“We have to do something about this heat,” he complained, “I can’t keep watching you in these barely-there outfits and not fucking you against every surface.”

You laughed, knowing he was completely right. The heat was going to be the death of everyone in this compound if Tony didn’t figure out a way to make the AC work better.

“I know, Steve. It’s not easy for me either. Watching you and Bucky half-naked, working out in those shorts. It’s torture.” you whined, tossing your hands up in the air in frustration. Steve groaned as the movement caused your breasts to bounce; he adjusted himself, sitting on the bed in a huff. 

Bucky walked in, hair clinging to his face, sweat dripping. He had just finished an outdoor workout with Sam and looked in need of a cold shower. The thought seemed to quickly dissipate as he took in the sight of you still leaning against the glass. The look in his eye told you that he wanted so badly to nail you against it but unlike Steve, he understood that the heat was killing you as much as it was him. Even his metal arm was warm to the touch. 

“Hi Buck,” you smiled, greeting the brunette man. Bucky couldn’t help but smile back. His smile lit up his whole face and it made your heart happy, knowing you could make him so carefree and warm. He thought he was lucky to have you but it was just the opposite. You knew though that god if he couldn’t touch you for another day or two, he was going to lose it. 

“Hey doll, how are you doing?”

“Hot, Buck. She’s hot, we’re all fucking hot and I’m going to lose my mind,” Steve ranted, throwing himself back onto the bed. Bucky chuckled at his frustration, even though he could relate. 

“Thank you, Steve. I hadn’t realized how hot it was,” Bucky joked, walking between the two of you to the set of drawers and grabbing a clean pair of boxers. He dropped his shorts to the ground and your jaw dropped with them. His firm asscheeks were taunting you and you just wanted to bite one. You strayed your glance up to the muscles of his back, moving fluidly under his skin as he walked to the bathroom. He was absolutely a work of art, they both were.

“I’m going to take a shower and then I’ll tell you guys about the idea I had for saving us from the heat,” Bucky continued, turning slightly to face you both. With what can only be considered herculean strength, you focused solely on his face and nowhere lower. “Actually, why wait. You two start packing, I’m taking you on to a surprise location.”

Neither you nor Steve moved, eyeing him warily. He clicked his tongue, shaking his head.

“With a pool and great AC,” he finished and the two of you jumped into motion. Chuckling, Bucky entered the bathroom and shut the door behind him as you and Steve rushed to pack. 

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The house was in a secluded neighborhood a few miles from the compound. It was a two-story cabin-style house, build near the edge of a mountain; the closest neighbor had to be at least a couple miles away if not more. 

You climbed out of the cool car and were immediately slapped in the face by the humidity. Debating for a moment whether you were going to climb back in or make a run for the front door, you decided on the latter. Snatching the keys out of Bucky’s hand, you ran.

“Oh yeah, doll, that’s nice. It’s not like we’re hot or anything.” Bucky quipped, pulling your suitcase out of the back and reaching in for his. 

You ran backward for a moment as you responded, “I know you’re hot, James. That’s why I’m dating you,” and with a smirk on your face, you winked before making your way inside 

It felt like heaven inside, the coolness licking across your skin and making you shiver. Shiver! You couldn’t the last time you shivered. Doing a happy dance, you spun in a quick circle in excitement, taking in the stunning house you were in. 

The open layout of the first floor allowed you see out the back window to the glistening pool. A beautiful, welcoming, infinity pool with a killer view of the mountainscape and the towns below. Your feet carried you through the house, taking in the rustic decorations and the wide, open kitchen, before padding up the stairs. 

There were so many doors, you didn’t know which one to look in first but the open door at the end of the hall did seem quite promising. You heard the boys downstairs with the luggage, Steve noting how nice it felt in here. Leaning over the railing, you waved down at them.

“Hi Bunny, did you find the bedrooms?” Steve asked an air of excitement in his tone. 

“Bucky, whose place is this?” you questioned, ignoring your boyfriend’s horniness for the time being. You were playing with fire and you knew it but sometimes you preferred Steve a little riled up. Brought his Captain voice out and you got turned on just thinking about it. 

“It’s mine, doll,” Bucky answered, coming up the stairs with the luggage, “I bought it a few months ago but they were renovating parts of it and they finished everything up yesterday.”

He walked past you towards the open door and you trailed behind him. You were on a mission and it involved the bed. The room was so spacious that the California king looked smaller than it was. You were about to go jump on the bed, when a pair of strong arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you into the brick wall that Steve called his torso. 

“Uh uh, Bucky and I are going to go for a dip first, since you were so eager to run from us earlier. It’s our turn to run from you,” Steve’s velvety baritone filled your ears. You let out a needy whimper as you tried to grind back into him. His grip on you was too tight for you to even wiggle your hips. 

Bucky came up and gave you a light kiss. “Be a good girl, and get your swimsuit doll. We’ll be downstairs waiting for you.”

Steve released you and you did as you were told, hoping you’d be rewarded thoroughly. 

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Bucky was leaning against the wall of the pool, arms resting on the ledge, head resting backwards. Steve was coming out of the water from his lap when the sliding door opened and both pairs of eyes whirled onto you. The bikini you wore left very little to the imagination and you had bought it on a whim, never thinking you’d wear it. 

However, it was the one that Steve had packed and the only other option was to come down nude. Water droplets clung to Steve’s body like little gems as he began to climb out. He held his hand out to you, pulling you in for a chaste kiss before he headed towards the deep end, doing a backflip into the pool, splashing your legs.

The water was so refreshing and despite how welcoming it looked, swimming was not your thing. You gently lowered yourself to the concrete, sliding your legs into the liquid euphoria. It felt blissful and you thought about going all the way in, but you were over the deep end, and the thought of your feet not touching the ground, freaked you the fuck out. 

Bucky swam over to you, large hands resting on your thighs. 

“You’re not getting in doll?” 

“Swimming’s not my thing,” you replied, shaking your head, “I’ll just wait here patiently, while you guys do your thing.” 

“As pretty as you look perched up there, you’d look even prettier if you were wet,” Steve swam up beside Bucky, placing a kiss on your knee. His fingers trailed up your leg, teasing the edge of your bottoms, “Let me rephrase, wetter.” 

His thumb slipped under them, gliding over your pussy lips and your legs spread wider to give him more access. He rubbed light circles on your clit, as Bucky kissed up and down your other leg. You gasped lightly, eye fluttering shut as you tilted your hips forward. 

Steve increased his speed and Bucky switched between kisses and light nips. You were right on the brink of an orgasm when they both pulled back. Your eyes flew open in shock. The two grinned up at you innocently like they didn’t just edge you.

“If you want more, bunny, you’re gonna have to get in,” Steve taunted, wiggling his fingers at you. 

“Steveee,” you pouted, kicking your legs out to splash him. He shook his head, swimming backward away from you. Bucky sensed your hesitation, squeezing your thigh reassuringly.

“We just want you to have fun with us doll. How about you get in and I carry you around? I promise I won’t let you drown.”

His gray blue eyes were sincere as his hands came to rest on your waist, tugging you light forward. Your hands shot out, gripping his shoulders as you allowed him to pull you in. The contrast of the cold water to the hot air raised goosebumps all over your body. Your arms slid loosely around his shoulders as you became fully submerged. Legs wrapped around his slender waist, you clung to him like a koala. 

You were safe in his arms and you knew it, allowing your body to relax. Tilting your head back, you submerged your hair, letting it float behind you like a mermaid. Bucky’s metal hand held you up by the ass, and he used his other arm to maneuver over to the corner where Steve waited. 

You ran your fingers through Bucky’s wet hair as you enjoyed the glide of the water on your skin. They were right, it felt so nice, but it was even nicer being carried around. Noticing that you were in what would be considered the shallow end, you were surprised to see that even with Bucky’s feet touching the ground, the water came up to his biceps. The pool was definitely not built for people who couldn’t swim or were shorter than 6ft, that was for sure.

Steve traced up your spine, fingers wrapping around the back of your neck so that he could kiss you. The kiss was dirty and obscene, making you roll your body, grinding on Bucky’s abs. Steve’s hard cock was pressed against your ass and Bucky rocked his own hard-on against you to create some friction. Steve’s tongue tangled with yours, his grip shifting to your hair, grabbing a hard handful.

You moaned into his mouth, arching forward, your chest cresting out of the water. Bucky licked a path from the valley of your breasts to your collarbone, before biting his way back down. He nuzzled in between your breasts, placing open-mouthed kisses along the skin.

Since you were pressed so snugly between the two supersoldiers, Bucky felt comfortable enough to slide his metal hand up your torso to meet his flesh hand. Cupping your boobs, he kneaded them roughly, enjoying the way you rolled your body in response. His thumbs hooked to the cloth triangles, moving them to the side, as your breasts popped free of their confines. 

Steve’s hand stayed in your hair as he pulled away to give you both a chance to breathe. He shifted his focus to your neck, using your hair to rotate your face to the side giving him better access. His teeth grazed over the delicate skin, drawing a soft mewl out of you. Bucky’s lips wrapped around your nipple, licking and sucking hungrily before his teeth bit down gently and gave it a tug.

“Bucky, fuck.. just like that,” you moaned, eyes rolling into the back of your head in pleasure.

His metal hand toyed with the other breast, running his thumb over the nipple, hardening it. He pinched it, rolling it between his fingers. His eyes rolled up to look at you and he moaned at the expression of pure ecstasy on your face. The vibrations felt so good and combined with Steve’s assault on your neck, it made you grind your hips harder. 

You could feel the coil tightening when Steve’s hands fell to your waist as he guided you and Bucky to the pool wall. He helped Bucky shift his hold on you, hooking his arms under yours, hands gripping the edge of the pool wall. He then spread your legs wide enough for Bucky to step between them. Steve reached into Bucky’s trunks and grabbed ahold of his dick, pumping him. 

Bucky was now attached to your other nipple, and Steve’s hand made him moan again. His hips bucked and Steve groaned, using his other hand to untie the sides of your bikini. Pulling Bucky out completely, he guided the tip through your swollen folds, coating him in your slick. 

Bucky released your nipple with a pop, burying his head in your neck as Steve lined him up with your pulsing entrance. You moaned loudly as Bucky slid in, the burn of the strength had you digging your nails into both of their biceps.

“You’re so fucking tight, doll. I don’t know if I’m gonna fit,” Bucky grunted, into your neck.

“Oh we’re gonna make it fit, Buck,” Steve growled, “Our girl’s been deprived too long, she needs to be filled to the brim.”

“Don’t stop, Bucky. I can take it,” you begged, head falling back as his hips jerked, inching deeper.

Steve stroked Bucky’s hair as the brunette rocked his hips slowly, the pain turning quickly to pleasure. Bucky kissed your neck, then along the edge of your jaw before capturing your lips. 

Steve gripped Bucky’s ass, guiding him to go faster, watching as each hard thrust made your tits bounce. You felt so full, legs wrapped around his waist as he fucked you hard. The feeling was so good, the cool water licking along your heated skin, waves caused by the rhythm of Bucky’s movements. 

“How’s that feel Bunny?” Steve asked, stroking himself languidly. He had pulled his trucks off and they were now floating beside Bucky’s on the water. 

Bucky’s growls were low in your ear and the sound of them was making you throb. The fact that your body was causing this god of a man to fall apart, made you feel far too powerful. Your hand tugged on Bucky’s locks, making him groan and fuck you faster.

“So good, Steve,” you panted, “Buck, right there, baby, right fucking there!” Bucky’s hips angled according to your words, hitting your sweet spot with such ferocity that your climax hit out of nothing. Your toes curled hard as your thighs shook from the intensity of the orgasm and its aftershocks. Bucky’s hips kept going as he fucked you through it, the way you were clenching around him made him cum shortly after. He groaned as he shot ropes of cum into you, painting your walls. 

The two of you breathed heavily, Buck’s head resting on your heaving chest. As much as Steve enjoyed the show he was getting impatient so grabbing the back of Buck’s neck, he gently pulled him off you. A sad sigh escaped you as his cock slid out of you. Steve’s arm quickly wrapped around your waist, not allowing you to sink. 

“Don’t worry baby, I’m going to fill you in just a moment,” he shushed you, kissing your temple reassuringly. Bucky’s hands worked quickly to rid you of your top, tossing it over his shoulder to join the rest. “Buck, sit on the ledge. Bunny is going to suck your dick, while I fuck her from behind. Isn’t that right baby?”

“Yes, Steve,” you nodded rapidly, excited by the prospect. You were insatiable when it came to these two and they could fuck you unconscious every day of the week, no problem.

Bucky chuckled at your enthusiasm as he pulled himself up on the ledge.  His cock was already semi erect again. Thank god for that serum. 

Steve held you to him, back to his chest, placing light kisses to your shoulder as he waited for Bucky to get situated. Your boys were so careful with you and you loved them that much more for it. He swam forward until you could hold onto Bucky’s thighs, running your hands over the coiled muscle. Buck’s hand stroked your cheek as you looked up at him through your lashes. 

He smiled wide, loving the sight of you in front of him, leaning down to kiss you deeply. Steve held the back of your thighs up, positioning himself before pushing in. 

“I swear nothing compares to this tight little pussy, bunny. I could stay buried in your warmth all fucking day,” Steve said, bottoming out with a swift thrust of his hips. The stretch of him was easier to adjust to after Bucky, but a slight burn still remained.

 Bucky’s lips muffled your sounds of pleasure. You clenched around Steve, your warmth enveloping him and he moaned loudly. His thrusts found a steady rhythm and you whimpered as you separated from Bucky, resting your head on his thigh to collect yourself for a moment. 

It was getting hard to focus, each drive of his hips knocking the breath out of you. Your fingers languidly ghosted over Bucky’s shaft, making him gasp. Needing him to make more noise, you gathered your strength and turned your attention to the gorgeous cock, the red tip angry and weeping. Your fingers enclosed around it, squeezing lightly, a jolt of excitement ran through you when you heard his breath catch. Collecting the gathered droplets of precum on your thumb, you maintained eye contact as you sucked it off, savoring his salty taste. Bucky’s gaze was heated as the anticipation for your next move tightened his whole body.

Your tongue darted out to circle the tip of Bucky’s hardening cock, your hand wrapped around the base, pumping him. Bucky bit back a moan as your lips wrapped around him. Hollowing out your cheeks, you took him further down your throat. Bucky’s hand found the back of your head as he followed the rhythm of your head. 

“Oh you’re driving me nuts,” Bucky panted, “I know you can handle all of me, doll. Come on, just a little more.” he pushed down lightly to guide you further.

The tip of his cock hit the back of your throat and you fought your gag reflex as you swallowed him a little further. Your nose nuzzled the coarse hairs at the base of his cock, tears gathering in the corners of your eyes before letting your head come up and sinking back down, bobbing faster. 

Steve began to thrust his hips at a brutal speed, hands digging into your hips, holding you buoyant. He had been dreaming of this moment for weeks now and he was so impatient after watching Bucky fuck you. You moaned making Bucky groan and his grip tightened on your hair.  The slurping noises coming out your mouth, combined with the slapping of water spurred both men on. 

Bucky’s hips began to buck, making you choke a little. You flattened your tongue and relaxed your jaw, allowing him to take control. He thrusted into your mouth, holding your head with both hands. Tears streamed down your cheeks, as lines of spit escaped the corners of your lips. You did your best to breathe through your nose, but it became difficult when Bucky buried himself so far down your throat, holding you there for a moment before pulling back. 

His grip eased on your hair allowing you to wrap your hand around his cock, pulling it free from your mouth with a pop, gasping a little. The way your face was flushed, drool and precum all over your chin, light gasps falling from your lips, you looked absolutely cockdrunk and Bucky almost came at the sight of you. He ran his thumb along your bottom lip and you kissed it sweetly, making him smile. Steve took that moment to roll his hips, angling them to sheathe deeper in you.

“Ah shit Steve,” your mouth fell open, gasping as Steve hit the spot that makes you see stars. You clung to Bucky’s thighs as the power of Steve’s ruts, made your breasts hit against the pool tiles. You were a whimpering mess, eyes rolling in the back of your head as you chanted Steve’s name. Steve’s hips slamming against yours harder and harder.

As pretty as the noises coming from you were, Bucky needed to feel your warm mouth on him again. He placed his thumb on your tongue, pulling it out a bit further before he slapped his cock against it. 

He always felt so good in your mouth, the heavy girth of him stretching your mouth wide. You licked a broad stripe down the shaft, tracing the thick vein. Truly you could spend hours worshiping Bucky’s cock; Steve’s was just as amazing but the breathy noises that Buck made were unmatched. 

Steve bit down on your shoulder, as your cunt gripped him snugly. Bucky’s cock twitched against your tongue, you could tell he was close, so you took him back in your mouth, deep throating him to the best of your ability. His eyes slid shut, head lolling back. The feeling was intense; you were stuffed from both ends and your body was overwrought with pleasure. The knot in your stomach was beginning to unravel with every drag of Steve’s veiny cock. 

Steve groaned in your ear, as your orgasm washed over you, feeling your walls pulse.

“Fuck bunny, you’re milking me so good. I’m not gonna last much longer!” The rapid flutters of your silky walls were enough to send him over the edge right after you, flooding you with hot cum deep with each drive of his hips. You screamed around Bucky’s cock, triggering his climax, and his spend shot down your throat. 

Bucky slowly pulled out of you, cradling your head to move onto his thigh as you caught your breath. He leaned back on his hands doing the same. Steve slowly left your warmth, the emptiness making you whimper. He held you carefully shifting you around so you were resting against his chest.  

“I missed you both,” you whispered into his chest. “Can we take a nap now?”

The pair chuckled, as Steve carried you out of the pool, and Bucky wrapped a warm towel around your back. 

“Sure doll, we can nap,” Bucky said, kissing the top of your head.

“And then after we can break in the bed,” Steve stated. 

“And the kitchen,” Bucky added.

“Don’t forget the shower,” you chimed in, sleepily.

“Might as well just ruin the whole house,” Steve laughed, going inside, Bucky sliding the door shut after you.

“Sounds like a plan to me. What do you think doll?”

“Mhmm, great plan. But first, we nap,” you concluded.

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Tears of Entropy: Chapter 1 -We cry

Here have some emotions a lil gender neutral pain train because I’m back

Tony stark x Child reader Gender neutral

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Psst I made a part two here

Part 3 this way!

Tony sat in his lab videos of Y/N played taking their first steps in the snow, tony could hear the child’s laughter and aw. All he could do was watch again and again changing the VHS tapes of precious memories, manually rewinding them like a disgruntled blockbuster employee just so he can see that bright face and hear those precious giggles again.

Tony cooped himself up in his lab for a week, Pepper struggled to cope with the loss again but she had to stay strong for Tony but she couldn’t anymore. No one could. They all saw it, they all say how Y/N used the stones to wipe out Thanos and his army, they didn’t snap their fingers or do anything fancy. No, Y/N the master of slight of hand picked each stone off that gauntlet like a crow as they landed hit after hit on he purple giant

“STOP THEM!” Thors Cry echoed through the battlefield as he watched a swirling rainbow of power radiate from the teenager “if you don’t stop them soon Stark those stones will kill Them, or worse corrupt their mind” Tony lunged for his kid “Y/N please we can do this together”

“You don’t understand Dad” Y/N turned to face tony power radiated off of them the infinity stones gravitated around as if they were a planet “i have to do this! I have to save everyone!”

“You dont! You dont owe anyone here Y/N your just a kid just give me the…-” before tony could finish Y/N leaped into the air the power of the stones keeping them airborne, they looked back down at their father a single tear dropped down

“I’m sorry” Y/N plummeted back to the ground power rippled across the battlefield wiping out anyone remotely connected to Thanos and his army

“You foolish mortal, you can defeat my army but you-” Thanos began laughing as he watched his army faded into nothing “- you truly think that you could defeats me?” The titan laughs faded as Y/N rose from the creator they created “oh that? That was just for your army. Now this… this is for you dick ward” Y/N Smirked running for Thanos, the titan mirrored the cocky grin until Y/N jumped up in front of the titan contouring their body enough to hold Thanos in a body locking hold that their Auntie Nat would be proud of “you see, I decided if I’m using these stones to take you out i might as well do it in style” Y/N constricted their legs round the titans neck a bit harder as they watched the titan struggle for breath

“STARK! The stones ! Hurry” Thor bellowed again panic setting in as he saw the stones power corrupt his friend but it was to late whatever shred of humanity Y/N held onto left as the snapped the titans neck. The crack echoed everyone heard it. Y/N stood up looking to the sky they willed the rain to cool them down as the stones fell to the ground, no one saw the hex work its way into Y/N mind as they picked up a shard of metal and plunged it into their beating heart, no one could stop Tony stark from crying out as he watched his child plunge that metal into their body. No one could do anything but watch, tired eyes fell to the ground, heads dropped in mourning as nothing could be done.

“Y/N don’t leave me again please” tony spoke cradling his kids head, blood pooled out their mouth as they choked on the words “i had no control, I’m sor…” blood dribbled out and glass replaced the life behind Y/N eyes.

“Y/N… Y/N wake up, please…” Tony’s voice cracked as he held their body. The avengers didnt know what to do, they just watched, Scott was the first to walk over to the billionaire. Scott new the pain tony would be feeling he stalked over dropping to his knees and wrapping his arms around Tony “Scott, what do i do?”

“I dont know, but we can start by making sure they go home” the Ant-man continued to embrace tony as each avenger came over to help, Bucky decided to scoop up Y/N bridal style in his arms, Thor took his cape off and threw it over Y/N as they passed by the avengers trailed after them.

Tony couldn’t cope he wanted to figure out what happened, he wanted to watch back every piece of footage he had of that battle of why Y/N had to use the stones why they had to plunge that metal shard into their heart. He continued to watch the tapes completely numb to any emotion.

“How do I do it kid…. How do i stop the heart break?” Tony spoke into the lab.

“Remember what you said to me when i fell of my bike?”

“Well yeah, ‘you get up, you look at your boo boo’s and ouchies and see progress, you just gotta keep going’ i was so stupid”

“Well it worked i got up and i learned to ride my bike”

“But that doesn’t stop the pain in my heart what do i do?”

“You cry” and so tony finally did that, he cried hot tears spilled from his eyes he finally cried Pepper finally came down to the lab and cried with him so did Rhodey and Happy and the rest of the avengers they cried.

Psst I made a part two here

Part 3

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needy

pairing – harry styles x reader

warning – humiliation. exhibitionism. daddy kink. cockwarming. degradation. dumbification. hella lot cringe. crawling? 18 +

summary – you aren't needy, no. but that doesn't mean you will let go the opportunity of harry fucking you.

request – And one where Harry takes you to Italy to a Beautiful villa with an infinity Pool and get cought by paparazzi having sex there haha !

author's note – this is shitty and not proofread so I am so sorry !! also, sorry for the wait too . . .

neediness.

it was the only thing that you were completely and utterly foreign. being a middle child, your needs weren't never really taken as needs. you didn't know what it felt to need something.

the first time when you needed something, was when you were a teenager and hadn't studied for your exam. you had fucking squealed when the results had come out and you had passed.

the second time was when you were going to confess your feelings for harry ; you just needed him to like you back. which, for the record, he did.

the third time was your art competition in school. the fourth was when you had revealed your kinks to harry. the fifth was when you got into a fight with your best friend. the sixth was when your favorite sneakers were on sale. the sixth was your fight with your mom. the seventh was when your boyfriend asked a homeless you to move in with him.

quite frankly, after that, you lost the count because after that, you needed him with you. on every day, every minute, every second, you just needed him with you.

You walked towards the changing room, a towel in hand because 'baby, the towels are all dirty!' or so he had claimed.

He had taken you to a heavenly villa in Italy, for your second anniversary. and apart from the pizza store down the street, that sold cauliflowers in pizza, the whole vacation had been brilliant. till now.

you had been sitting in the living room, sipping your coffee in peace, while he was swimming in the backyard. suddenly and completely out of the blue, he had called for you to bring a clean towel.

so, being the good girl you were, you had abandoned your coffee and now here you were. you were snapped out of your thoughts, when you felt someone push you into the water.

and since you and harry were the only one in the mansion, you had take a wild guess.

you emerged from underwater, letting out a shriek dramatically. however, your not-so-intense-glaring session came to an end as he jumped into the water too, before swimming closer to you.

"I don't want the towel, baby, you know what I want?"

He wrapped his arms around you, making you drop the things in your hand.

kissing your lips softly and passionately, he let his tongue dominate your mouth. he moved a bit so one of his hands moved to caress your cheek as the other one slipped lower, until it was gripping your ass.

quite frankly, you did know what he wanted. it was hard to forget when he talked about it throughout the flight. however, you couldn't help but tease him so the next words that came out of your mouth were filled of playfullness.

"What, daddy?" A growl that could make everyone and anyone drip with arousal vibrated through his chest. He quickly walked you backwards to the edge, flipping you so that your back met his chest, once you guys were there.

"I wanna rearrange your guts and turn you into a stupid mess." He paused, the hand that was on your cheek, was now fisting your his shirt. "I wanna fuck you, make you cum again and again, until you are blabbering for me to stop. "

"You want that, don't you?"

You managed to nod shakily, feeling your heat become wet and this time, it wasn't because of the water . His finger ran up and down your pussy, finding it vulnerable and bare, just like he expected.

one of his stupid rules said that you weren't allowed to wear any panties when you two were alone and of course, as much as you acted like you hated it, the truth was that you loved it ; you loved allowing him to have easy access to your body.

"Fuck, kitten. been such a good girl, deserve a reward, don't you?"

your eyes met his darkened ones and almost as if on queue, a moan left your mouth, followed by another choked moan, as two of his fingers slid in your pussy, not giving you any time to adjust.

Harry leaned down, his hand leaving your ass to open your mouth for him. He collected his saliva, holding eye contact as he spat in your warm mouth.

the groan he had let out as some of it fell on your jaw, was intoxicated and you craved more.

The sight was addicting to him as much as it was to you. he couldn't help but add two more fingers, wanting you to really fall apart underneath him.

"Daddy!" You screamed, the pain from the stretch already fading to a barley there sting.

"Aw, I know, whore. It feels good, doesn't it?"

Your ears burned from his mocking tone, you could feel the blissful feeling, your pussy felt so good that it hurt and yet, you couldn't help but nod pathetically.

Harry sighed, mocking disappointment. "Use. Your. Words. Slut."

"Y-yes, d-daddy! feels so good, can I cum please?" you whined.

As if to punish you for breaking his rule, he begun rubbing your clit, knowing how much that drives you crazy. You moaned, your own hands moving to your hair. You felt your eyes close, only for them to snap back open a second later.

"Look at me when I am" Harry sped up his moments, collecting his spit again but this time he spat right on your face. "destroying your tiny fucking pussy, you cum rag. fucking cum now."

reaching your high quickly, you let out the loudest moan of his name. he slapped your pussy, making you realise your mistake. panting, you were still in your post orgasm phase when

your gaze moved to his cock, his boxers felt like they couldn't burst anytime and you felt proud. your smugness was short lived though because he quickly took his fingers out of you.

He gave you a quick wink before slipping the soaked fingers in his mouth back and forth, he groaned, making you suddenly aware of the wetness between thighs.

"Daddy?"

"Yes, cockslut?" Fucking shit, your pussy throbbed at that.

"C-can I ride you please?"

you peered up at him through your eyelashes, hoping to appear innocent—it was all for nothing though, when he just landed another slap on your pussy.

still not saying anything, harry let go of you and walked out of the pool. your green eyed lover looked at you once again before slipping in the sun lounger by the pool.

Harry relaxed back in the chair before beckoning you forward with a finger and you, ever the good girl, go with it. you ignored the confusion and frustration in your mind as you climbed out of the pool.

As soon as you took a step forward, a tsk came from harry. "crawl for me like the good little slut, you are and can be."

you stared at him—it wasn't like you weren't comfortable, you and harry had discussed the limits months ago but what surprised you, was how much you wanted it.

you were broken out of your thoughts when he sighed mockingly. "I said crawl for me or is that too much to understand for your stupid little baby mind?"

you whimpered, dropping to your hands and knees. keeping your head up to maintain eye contact with harry, you crawled over.

once you were there, he was quick to manhandle you on his lap. his hands moved to your neck, where they caressed your collarbones. Harry's mouth replaced his hands soon, sucking hickies in your neck.

"good girl, maybe your not just a set of holes for me to use, after all." he spoke against your skin, making you shiver at his words.

"d-daddy, wanna make you feel good." you moaned, just wanting to please him like he pleased you.

"oh yeah?" he spoke and you could feel him smirk in your neck. "there's my good little cockslut, always so fucking eager to please her daddy. go on, baby, use your hand, since there's no way in hell I am going to grace that little throat with my cock."

nodding pathetically, you quickly lifted yourself up and lowered his boxers, just enough to take out his cock. one of your hands grabbed his cock, while the other swiped over the angry red tip.

your eyes moved to find his, only now taking in the fact that he had lifted his head from your neck. he hissed quietly, making you smile proudly.

your hand that was around his cock, fastened his pace and so did the one that was playing with his cock head. "I am your good girl, your good slut, right, daddy?"

"my best slut, so good to me." he regretted his words when he saw your proud smile change into a cocky one. "but that doesn't change the fact you are a slut, yeah?"

you nodded, letting out another whimper. wanting to make him feel good, you gave attention to his balls and his cock head more. he twitched, indicating that he was close.

and then, suddenly, he took your hand away.

"Gotta save daddy's precious cum for your little tummy, hm baby?" Harry whispered, squeezing your hand before his demeanor changed back to dominance.

"y'wanna have Daddys cum in your tummy?" he began, noting the eager glint in your eyes as you nodded way too fast. "Then earn for it. use your dumb little baby mind to make me cum and I would consider letting you cum again. Ride me."

a broken moan vibrated from your chest, only making him more amused. your lifted yourself before lowering down on his cock slowly.

you placed your hands on his shoulders for support, once you had taken half of him. you begun bouncing on his cock, trying to create a rhythm.

a scream of his name left your mouth, your body finally getting what it wanted. you looked up at him, only to whine at the sight— harry was relaxed back, his hands beside his head and he looked completely disinterested.

"does that feel good, daddy?" you asked, knowing that he had make fun of you—after all, that was what you needed.

"does that feel good, daddy?" he mocked, his lips set into a subtle smirk, even though you knew he was going soft inside. "look at my good cumdump, so eager for her daddy's pleasure."

you whined, bouncing harder on him, going completely in the rhythm you had set. you leaned to kiss him, sighing. after not even two seconds in the kiss, he bit your lip roughly, demanding entrance.

your passionate kiss went on for ten more seconds—seconds that consisted his tongue dominating your mouth and playing with yours—before he pulled away, with your bottom lip in his mouth.

harry leaned back a bit before letting go of it and watching it snap back into your place.

you smirked at the action, fastening your pace. however, it wasn't fast enough for your lover because the next thing you knew, he had thursted up into you, breaking youd rhythm and smirking harder at the broken moan you let out.

he went still again, making you do all the work. sighing lazily, harry moved to rub your clit, making your release come faster and so you bounced harder on him, tightening your pussy every once in a while.

he groaned, making a proud smile appear on your lips.

"d-daddy, can I cum?"

"hold it, yeah?"

before you could reply, he smashed his lips against yours. he rubbed faster at your clit, making you let out a small gasp. he took the opportunity as his tongue entered your mouth.

his tongue played with yours instantly, making you moan against his mouth. his tongue pushed yours back down before exploring your mouth.

harry pulled back, uttering a single growl of "my good girl" before diving in for another long passionate kiss.

feeling his dick hit your g-spot, you moaned loudly. he pulled back again, this time to breathe. he watched with darkened eyes as you threw your head back and screamed his name.

"cum with daddy, baby. let go, yeah? wanna soak daddy with your juices?"

as soon as his permission reached your ears, the coil in your stomach tightened before breaking completely. you screamed his name again, letting out a few curses.

he followed soon after, filling your pussy fully with groans and growls of your name.

you relaxed against his chest, both of you relaxing for ten or so minutes before he carried you back inside, his now softening cock still buried in you.

he laid the both of you on the bed, smiling when you started playing with his hair. Harry nuzzled your neck, laying soft kisses on your neck, smirking whenever he came across an hickey.

the sheets around you were soft and like dreams. however, the man that was covering you with his arms now, was softer.

you stared at him, admiring his beauty and even though it sounded a little creepy, you didn't care. who wouldn't admire this God of a man.

you cuddled against his bare chest even more. you guys had slept while you were cockwarming him—actually, he had carried you around yesterday, since your legs had felt like jelly. you wouldn't have it any other way though.

you closed your eyes, almost falling back asleep when the sound of your phone buzzing snapped your eyes spoken. Harry groaned, tightening his arms around you.

you patted his hair softly, watching as the tension left his body and his eyes softly opened. you gave him your signature smirk, he shook his head, burrying it in your hair afterwards.

his hand gave a small squeeze to your ass, though his hand moved back to your waist, when you shot him a glare.

the cute moment was interrupted by your fucking phone buzzing. he groaned again, nuzzling his head in your hair even more.

you pulled back to blindly grab your phone from the bedside table, smiling at the one direction lockscreen before quickly typing in his name for password.

you looked over your notifications, your disinterest quickly changing into dread as you came across one particular twitter notification.

"no, nope, this can't be happening." you muttered, clicking onto the notification.

Harry furrowed his brows at that, sitting up with you in his arms quickly and accidentally thrusting up in you. "Is it a other hate comment, angel? I told those assholes to not bother my baby but no-"

"shut up, h." you smacked his chest as he raised one eyebrow. "Sarah just messaged me and our photos got leaked. it's breaking the internet."

"what?" he took your phone and sure enough, there were four blurred paparazzi photos of you two from yesterday.

the first one was of him kissing you in the water, the second was of him spitting in your mouth, the next was of him sucking his fingers and winking at you, the fourth was of you crawling for him.

"baby, these are all blurred. the ones with me spitting and you crawling for daddy are even more blurred. management is probably going to do something so don't worry, yeah?"

he wasn't wrong though — you thought, nodding at him. now that you were reassured, maybe you didn't need the earth to swallow you now.

you smiled a little before he leaned forward to whisper in your ear.

"besides, the world and your little friends now know about how you are a filthy slut for daddy, yea– OW, I AM SORRY!"

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[samaraj]

Title - The trouble with love

Pairing - Sy x reader

Warnings - Smut - excuse any errors .. probably could have read over this again 🤷🏻‍♀️

“Sy?” You glanced at him as he drove his truck onto some roads that you hadn’t been on before. “Where are you taking me?”

“Stop asking woman! I swear you’ve been nagging me for ages! Just enjoy the drive!” Sy’s lip twitched like he was trying his best not to laugh. His hand reached across to rest on your stomach and you smiled as his thumb absentmindedly rubbed your skin where your top had ridden up.

“I hate surprises!”

“No kidding!” Sy grinned at you. “Not long Sugar I promise”.

“Give me a hint?”

“No”

“No? Really Sy?” Your hand cupped in between his legs and you laughed when he jumped.

“Fucking hell woman!” Sy looked at you, his mouth dropped open. “I nearly lost my mind there!”

“I’ll give you a blow job if you tell me where we’re going”. You smirked.

“You can’t bend over in this space Sugar. Nice try”. Sy laughed. “Although when I get you home I’ll show you an easier way”.

“Oh you’ll show me huh?” You leaned over to kiss his neck. “Sure about that captain?”

“Mmmmm”. Sy stopped at a red light and took the opportunity to kiss your lips. Your mouth opened and you gasped in surprise as his tongue found yours.

“Sy!” You smacked his shoulder as he laughed.

“What? You talking big about giving me a blow job but you get all flustered when I kiss you properly?”

“I swear I’m going to keep getting knocked up by you right?”

“That’s the plan love”. Sy smirked as he indicated onto a road and started to drive slightly uphill.

“Where the hell are we?” You looked around then sat back in your seat as you took in the beautiful view of the ocean. It was lit up by the moonlight and looked surreal. “Oh wow. This view is amazing”.

“Come out”. Sy parked the truck and turned off the ignition. He walked around to open your door and passed you a pair of flip flops which he’d thrown into the backseat.

“Thanks”. You got out, cradling your stomach as you held onto Sy’s hand. You looked around, there were beautiful houses around you but you were parked on a vacant block of land.

“Do you like it here?” Sy studied your face. “I mean .. what do you think love?”

“I think we’re standing on someone’s land Sy”. You laughed. “Imagine the beautiful home you could build here? I mean if it were me I’d face the house that way …” You pointed to the ocean. “Build a big deck that wrapped around the house so you could get the best views. Oh and maybe build a pool that was like those … what do you call them?” You tilted your head.

“Infinity pool?” Sy smiled at you.

“Yeah so it would feel like you’re swimming in the ocean?”

“That would be amazing”.

“Yeah”. You breathed in the salty air. “It’s such a lovely spot Sy”.

Sy looked at you and smiled. He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and kissed your forehead.

“So you like it?”

“Who wouldn’t?”

“It’s yours”.

“What?” You studied Sy’s face. He wasn’t laughing. “Sy? What are you talking about?” Your eyes drifted to where he was pointing at a “sold” sign.

“I bought it”. Sy smiled. “Got my payout from the military. I wanted .. to build a home with you”.

“You .. bought this? Sy? Do you mean …”

“This is yours Sugar. Ours. Our land”. Sy took your hands in his. “For our family. I had my eye on it for awhile and although it’s going to probably be more stressful to build with a young one … but I just thought it would be good to do it with you. I hope .. I mean, I wanted to surprise you …”

You cut him off my crashing your lips on his. You stood on your tip toes to reach him and pulled his face to yours. He kissed you back before you both started laughing.

“So I take it you’re happy?” Sy cupped your face.

“This is .. gosh Sy it’s a dream come true. But ..”

“But what?”

“Well .. I’ll have to stop working soon and then ..” you chewed on your bottom lip. “I won’t have any income for awhile to help build a place and ..”

“Sugar I have money”. Sy kissed your forehead. “There’s a lot you don’t know about me. I saved a fair amount, got a big payout and … well uh .. a few years back my uncle passed and left me his estate”.

“Oh Sy I …” You stammered. “I hate talking about money, I just wanted to contribute and building costs a lot”.

“Sugar”. Sy smiled at you. “You don’t need to work. I don’t want you to. I just want you to look after our son”.

“But ..”

“I have money”. Sy stared at you. “Trust me love. Just .. tell me you want to build a house with me. That’s all I want to hear”.

“I want to build a house with you”. You rested your head against his chest. “You’re such a beautiful man Sy”.

“Beautiful?” Sy scoffed. “Only you could ever get away with calling me that. So you’re happy?”

“So happy”. You glanced up at him before looking around you. Wondering what your home would look like.

“You’ll be happy here with a baby and husband then?”

“Absolutely”. You smiled then froze. “A .. husband?”

“Yeah”. Sy looked into your eyes. “I’m a simple guy Sugar. I ain’t planned nothing special. I think all that romantic crap is ridiculous. I’d rather just be myself and .. well .. I should really do this in the daylight right? Or …” Sy ran his hand over his beard. “Fuck .. I just don’t think sometimes. Here you are in your pajamas”.

“Ask me”. Your heart beat fast. “Ask me Sy .. because this moment with you on this beautiful land where you’re going to build our family home .. this is so romantic to me. Please ask me ..” Your voice cracked and you watched as Sy nodded.

“Marry me Sugar? I don’t have a ring. I want to take you to choose one together. Which isn’t real traditional but I …” He paused. “You want me to go down on my knee?”

“No Sy”. You smiled. “But ask me again”. You studied his face. “Because I just want to hear you say it”.

“Marry me?”

“Yes Sy. I’ll marry you”. Your eyes filled with tears.

“I know none of this was perfect …”

“It’s so perfect to me Sy. Because everything about this .. was so honest and loving. And because ..”. You felt tears run down your face. “Because I love you and I know you love me”.

“I love you so fucking much”. Sy kissed your lips. His hands rested on your hips. “I can’t wait to marry you. I know you’ll want a big wedding and ..”

“I don’t”. You smiled. “I just want to marry you. I don’t want a wedding. We can celebrate after he’s born. But I’d love to be your wife before I give birth to your son”.

“You .. really?” Sy smiled. “You mean that?”

“Yes really”.

“Because I was hoping to do that. I mean, I’d like to bring him into the world the right way”.

“Then as soon as we can do it?”

“Yes love”. Sy suddenly lifted you onto the front of his truck then moved up next to you. His arm pulled you in close as you had the perfect view of the waves crashing in the distance. “We’re going to go ring shopping tomorrow ok?”

“Ok Sy”. You smiled up at him.

“I don’t know much about stuff like that. I mean, I thought my mums ring was nice until people told me how fucking ugly it was”.

You burst out laughing and Sy rolled his eyes. He glanced at you a few times and you waited, knowing that he was trying to figure out what to say.

“I didn’t plan any of this because …I just wanted to let things happen. I wanted it to be like you said .. real and honest”.

“That’s all I’ve ever wanted from you Sy”. You bought his hand to your lips. “But are you ready to have lots of things change in a short amount of time? You’re going to be a husband and Daddy soon”.

“I’m ready Sugar”. Sy tilted your jaw up before kissing your lips. “And there’s something else you should know .. well another change”.

“More?”

“Well I kinda got a job”. Sy paused. “I’ve got to do some training first but how do you see me as a police officer?”

“Oh Sy I think you’d be perfect at that!! I know how much you want to help people and we’ll it’s not like saving the country but .. upholding the laws”. You laughed. “Sorry im rambling”.

“I happen to love your rambling”.

“Well I just think you’ll be so good at that. Plus you’ll look so hot in a uniform”. You smirked. “You can cuff me to the bed”.

“Oh I plan to”. Sy laughed then took a long look around before hopping off the truck and lifting you down. “Ready to head back wife?”

“Hey I’m not your wife yet!”

“Soon”. Sy kissed you passionately before moving his lips to your neck. “You smell so good love. If we don’t get moving I’m going to take you right here against my truck”.

“As good as that could be, I don’t think I’d like to recount our proposal story to anyone if it ends like that”. You rolled your eyes and kissed his lips.

“Well get moving woman! I’m literally at my end watching your ass in those tiny little pajama shorts”.

You laughed and walked around to the passengers side. Sy held the door open for you and you got inside and ran your hand over your stomach as you watched Sy walk around to the drivers seat. You couldn’t believe how the evening had turned out.

“You ok?” Sy smiled at you as he reversed the truck out. “Did I surprise you?”

“Surprise me? I swear that was the best Sy. I never saw that coming”.

“What? The land or the proposal?”

“Both!”

“Did you think I’d never ask you to be my wife?” Sy studied your face. “You had to know that I would. I mean, I was just waiting until it felt right”.

“Well I was hoping”. You smiled as his hand fell onto your thigh. “I really wanted us to be a family. I just … I wanted our baby to have that from the start”.

“He will Sugar”. Sy breathed out deeply. “I love you both”.

“And we love you more”.

…..

The following day felt like you were still living a dream as Sy took you ring shopping. After visiting several stores and trying on different designs, you we’re back in the first store and feeling complete as you looked at the shining ring on your finger once more. It was a beautiful yet simple design, one square set larger diamond flanked by two smaller diamonds set on either side. It was perfect and you smiled at Sy as you sat in the jewelers shop and held up your hand to him.

“Do you like it?”

“It’s beautiful Sugar. But are you sure you .. “ Sy lent in closer so the lady serving you couldn’t hear. “Don’t want something a bit bigger?”

“No because I’ve got you”. You wiggled your eyebrows at him suggestively and smiled.

“You’re getting it when you get home”. Sy laughed and held your hand out. “I do love it though. But I want you to be completely sure”.

“I am Sy. It feels right .. I can’t explain it”. You paused as you tried to look at the price tag.

“Don’t you dare”. Sy quickly got the attention of the server and smiled. “Can we take this one?”

“Oh certainly! It is such a beautiful ring”. She smiled at you both. “Would you like to wear it or shall I put it in the box?”

“She’ll wear it”. Sy interrupted. “I asked her last night so …”

“Perfect”. The woman smiled again. “Congratulations!”

“Thank you so much”. You glanced at her name tag. “Maria”. You turned your attention back to your hand as Sy followed her over to pay for your ring. You knew that he wanted privacy so you let him be.

Soon you we’re in Sy’s truck, driving back to your apartment. You couldn’t keep the smile off your face and neither could Sy. You weren’t talking much, just stealing glances at each other and looking at the ring on your left hand.

“I can’t believe I’m going to marry you”. Sy smiled as you rested a hand on his thigh.

“I can’t wait”.

That was all the conversation until Sy carried you bridal style inside while you laughed. You kissed his neck as he placed you on the bed an lol d started taking off his clothes. You sat up and pulled off your flowery maxi dress, suddenly just as eager as he was. He watched you with dark eyes as he stood at the end of the bed and unbuckled his jeans.

“Take everything off Sugar”. He watched you nod as you removed your bra and underwear. “Open your legs and touch yourself”.

Your fingers circled your clit as Sy stood naked in front of you. His hand fisted his cock and moved up and down slowly.

“Fuck you’re so wet”. Sy watched as you slipped a finger inside and moaned. “Two baby”.

You added another finger as Sy groaned. You knew that he loved to watch you pleasure yourself. There was something so erotic about doing it together. You looked at him and the way his tongue darted out to wet his lips and the sounds he was making were driving you wild.

“Sy” You were a moaning mess. “Need you”. You watched as Sy got on the bed and motioned for you to straddle him but the reverse way, with your back to him. You sank down slowly as he gripped your hips and the new angle bought out a loud moan from your mouth.

Sy’s hands helped move you into a rhythm and you glanced over your shoulder and saw him watching where your bodies were joined. He bought his index finger to his mouth and sucked on it. Before you could wonder what he was doing you turned back around and grabbed onto his thighs.

You could feel your release building, then suddenly a pressure on your other hole as Sy’s finger started to penetrate you. You’d never done anything like that before but the feeling, although foreign, was intense.

“This ok Sugar?”

“Yes”. You moaned as he moved his finger inside you deeper as he thrusted his hips up into you.

“Fuck I love your ass”. Sy was panting now and you knew he was getting close.

“Feels so good”. You leant forward as you were penetrated by his finger and cock.

“I can’t wait to take you like that one day”.

Your cheeks burned at his admission.

“You will”. You felt his rhythm falter upon hearing your words. “One day”.

“Fuck I’m not going to last”. Sy grunted. “Get on your knees love”

You felt Sy’s finger leave you and you moved forward until you were on your hands and knees. You felt Sy grip your hips before thrusting into you deeply. This time his hips pistoned quickly behind you as he cursed.

“Fuck”. He grunted as he came inside of you after a quick flurry of thrusts. After a few more he pulled at your shoulders until you were upright flush against his chest. He pulled out of you but his hand slipped around in-between your legs while his fingers moved frantically over your swollen clit.

“Yes Sy!” You were so close that your knees trembled. “I’m coming!”

Your head fell back against his shoulder in exhaustion. You stayed there feeling the rise and fall of his chest.

“Sorry I couldn’t hold out Sugar”.

“You finished the job Captain”

You laughed as Sy playfully smacked your ass. You felt the bed dip behind you and turned to watch Sy walk into the bathroom. You lay on the bed and waited for him to move in behind you. He took you knee and lifted it as a warm washcloth cleaned away the mess between your legs.

“You should go to the bathroom soon Sugar. I read in a pregnancy book that you need to empty your bladder after sex”.

“You’ve read another pregnancy book?” You turned to face him.

“Yeah so?” Sy shrugged.

“Oh well .. that’s good?” You didn’t want to make a big deal out of it. “Maybe I can forgo the hospital and you can deliver him seeing you’re learning a lot?” You smirked at him.

“That’s a no”. Sy laughed. “I’ve had medical training but certainly not enough to deliver my son”.

“Hmmm” You snuggled into Sy’s chest as he played absentmindedly with your engagement ring.

“Sugar?”

“Yes?”

“Let’s do something crazy”.

“Um you’ve already managed to get me pregnant Sy. That not crazy enough?” You laughed.

“Im serious”.

“Oh?” You looked up at him, propping yourself on your elbow. He looked deep in thought.

“Let’s go to Vegas”.

“Vegas? As in elope?” Your mouth dropped open in surprise. “Are you serious Sy?”

“Yeah I am. I mean, you said it yourself that we’d celebrate later right?”. Sy paused. “Let’s grab Corey and Amanda as witnesses and just … go”.

“Really?” You smiled. “You want to just go get married?”

“Yep”

You laughed, then Sy laughed. A Vegas wedding?

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