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anotherescsite · 6 months

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HEROES: Junior ESC 2023

Personally, Junior Eurovision is an abomination that creeps me out and make my poor ears bleed. That said there are songs in the Senior Eurovision that do that also (yes - I'm looking at Iru who consequentially came from the Juniors and won with Candy).

While there are entries that are travesties and screechy, there is sometimes quality as well. Needlessly you watch and sometimes a song sticks and you have it on your playlist: I still listen to 'Shut up' from Belgium and Antes Muerta Que Sencillas from Spain. And of course what seems great in a film could be a squealing disaster on the night.

So let's see what we have this year:

ALBANIA: Viola Gjyzeli - Bota Ime

Interesting entry from Albania that could be their best entry ever or a crashing mess. It has potential depending on the staging and Viola's vocal. The film is pleasant without going overboard with colourful lighting on trees.

ARMENIA: Yan Girls - Do it my way

The Armenian entry is a pack of girls with a modern hard hitting entry. This could do well; choreography is ready, the outfits will be flashy and it will be attractive to the children voting. May be a bit repetitive.

ESTONIA: Arhanna - Hoiame Kokku

This is the first Estonian song in the Juniors. The film says that it's about friendship, but hidden within is maybe something more Sappho-ic. The song does not sound interesting or memorable for me.

FRANCE: Zoé Clausure - Coeur

Defending champ nation has an interesting peppy entry that will present well, but not win. I think they will place her behind a piano for some of it and I expect there will be a dancer of some sort.

GEORGIA: Anastasia and Ranina - Over the sky

Now this could be interesting. There are three of them and while it is crediting Anastasia as the lead, the other two put in the work too. The harmonies are very nice and the song is a gentle lullaby of a song. The video is more a loopy trip than a film.

GERMANY: Fia - Ohne Worte

I read Fia's story on the Juniors website and I am a little emotional half way through the song. It was unexpected. I don't know if it will do well, but I was engaged by seeing Fia and her sister, and the signing makes sense. I do hope it does better than expected.

IRELAND: Jessica McKean - Aisling

Gaelic always seems to give a song some whimsy and that's were this has gone. Children will not appreciate the beauty of this ballad. I'm sure that it will be presented nicely on the stage. I'm not sure if last year's Irish entrant will also be appearing, but it worked.

ITALY: Melissa and Ranya - Un Mondo Giusto

I don't know about this one. I'm not getting it. One of them has a better voice than the other and there are points where I expect there will be Italian yelling vocals which I'm not a fan of.

MALTA: Yulan - Stronger

This song is interesting as this could be a major moment of the night or a let down. Yulan seems like someone who can perform and if she can pull it off could go well for them.

NETHERLANDS: Sep & Jasmijn - Holding On To You

Another modern number with synth elements. I guess it will come down to chemistry on stage, if they can sing and dance, but I like it. I think it has good lyrics and a good beat.

NORTH MACEDONIA: Tamara Grujeska - Kaži Mi, Kaži Mi Koj

The introduction goes for almost 30 seconds and I was wondering if she would begin singing at all. For me, it is too much moan-singing and because of that I don't like it. Don't think it will finish highly.

POLAND: Maja Krzyżewska - I Just Need A Friend

Poland has had a good run lately. This could do well depending on styling, performance and choreography etc. Not sure if it will with though.

PORTUGAL: Júlia Machado - Where I Belong

A very quiet song, but maybe a very personal song. It has no sparkle to make it stand out so I don't expect a high place for this one.

SPAIN: Sandra Valero - Loviu

Hmm. It's an upbeat number which has the kind of feeling you expect from a little girl singing. Her voice could be annoying if she sings higher. Simple enough that it could score well.

UKRAINE: Anastasia Dymyd - Kvitka

A very young girl singing an age appropriate song. It's a bit repetitive and simple but it's okay to listen to.

UNITED KINGDOM: STAND UNIQU3 - Back To Life

This one will do well. There is a lot of space for choreography and vocals. The sound of the song is different to everything else sounding almost like a 1930s swing number.

Who will win is anyone's guess. I'd maybe put my money behind Malta, Armenia or Georgia and the UK as a dark horse. I may be completely wrong.

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jme-avi · 2 years

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Midsommar (2019)

★★★★

(TW: suicide)

Spoilers are ridden throughout this review, so I recommend watching the movie before reading this.

This was quite a step from my horror movie comfort zone of slasher films and this is honestly a pretty good starter for psychological horror…it certainly was for me.

I get scared pretty easily. Do you guys remember that meme from a couple years back where that one guy would hack into your YouTube channel or something and it was made to scare small kids, Momo? I recently found that again while researching suicide cases for something I’m writing for my English class and I’m still quite shooketh. What fucking asshole came up with that? I was in Year 4. I was 9 years old. That shit hit me like a truck. I literally couldn’t sleep for weeks which is probably where my insomnia came from. Thanks Reddit, now I’m on 5mg of melatonin at the prime of my fucking youth. Children killed themselves over that and thank whatever God is up there I didn’t go further down the Reddit rabbit hole but anyway, the point stands. Psychological horror isn’t supposed to scare you, it’s supposed to unsettle you. And it does that very well…halfway into the movie.

One think I didn’t like was how. slow. moving. it was. Stuff definitely happens and I get that if it was shorter, nothing would make sense and there is a directors cut, I think, and I probably would have been better off watching that since my attention span is that of a goldfish on Lexapro but I didn’t. I watched the full 2 and a half hours and powered through the first hour, and I’m glad I did. You do feel like the main character Dani with the feeling of no escapism. You flew to Sweden, drove a four-hour drive, got drugged immediately and now what? Nothing. There’s no escape now. It’s a horrifying feeling and Ari Aster captures that well.

The gore in this movie, as well, is really good. Halfway into the movie, there is a ritual where the oldest people in the commune jump off of a fucking cliff and their bodies smush like clay…because it probably was clay. Tensions are high, especially with the people from London, Simon (god bless, rest in peace) and Connie which you feel in your bones, which I think captures a good horror movie.

The sex scene too is very uncomfortable; another thing that makes up a good horror movie. A girl from the commune, Maja, has her virginity taken by a drugged Christian and all the elder females circle around her, nude and mimic her moaning? It immediately makes you feel as though you’re watching something you shouldn’t be, especially when Dani sees this through a hole in the door and throws up. Coming from a person with emetophobia (fear of vomiting) I had to pause the movie and take a second. And when I got back, it only got worse, with all the other people mimicking Dani’s heaves and cries. Needless to say, I wasn’t sad when she chooses Christian to stuff in a gutted bear, and get burnt alive.

Yeah. This movie’s pretty fucked up.

Overall, I did enjoy this movie, and I’d definitely sit down and watch it again, which, in my books, makes it a pretty good movie.

My ask box is open if you would like to recommend other movies or shows for me to review!! Thank you for reading!

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star-lemonade · 2 years

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Nuna's babe

Pairing: Stray Kids Jisung x Reader

Rating: R

Word count: 600

Genre: smut, pwp

Warnings: smut, dom!reader/sub!Jisung, pet names (baby), "nuna", one slap to the face, brief restraining

This is for anon <3

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“Come on, baby, say it.”

Jisung trembled beneath you. You held his wrists over his head and he groaned as you rode him slowly. With every back and forth of your hips, he brushed your g-spot deliciously.

“Please.”

The cock ring made it hard for him to come but he was so close, his chest was flushed pink and sweaty. A truly beautiful sight.

“Please what? Talk!”

“I want to touch you.”

“You see the clock? If you don’t come for a minute you’ll get a reward. Do you want that?”

He moaned, distracted by your hips moving on his hard erection, and did not answer. With your free hand, you slapped his cheek to get his attention.

“Y-yes, nuna,” he stuttered.

“Good.”

One minute could be a long time especially when you dragged your nails over his chest and stomach. Jisung whimpered and his back arched, trying to get more stimulation than the ghost of your touch. You granted his wish and grabbed his biceps, feeling the hard muscle was satisfied in its own way.

“Oh look at my baby getting big. You wanna look like a man for nuna?”

Jisung’s hip moved under you ever so slightly, he was trying hard not to thrust into you. Your hand wandered to his chest and found his nipple; the perfect thing to make the rest of the minute a bit harder. You rolled it between your fingers and Jisung’s head flew to the side trying to stifle his moan.

Your hips stopped and you let go of the little nob on his chest.

“You did it. You're such a good boy for nuna.”

You worry a little that the praise would make him come but there was no jerk of the hips that usually accompanied his release. His hands were free now but he needed a moment. You brushed the hair that stuck to his damp face away and caressed his cheek.

"So? Do you not want to touch me anymore?"

"No! I want to touch you."

His hands slid up your sides and you already knew where they would end up. If there was one thing that would never change, the fixpoint of your cute boyfriend was his love for boobs, and as predicted his hands cup your breast and kneaded them lightly. You like how fascinated he was and he took his time to feel you up.

"Can you be a good boy for me and help me come, baby?"

Jisung looked up with his big, beautiful eyes and nodded.

"I will nuna."

"Good."

You grabbed his silky hair and guided his eager lips to your chest where they latched on your skin, sucking and licking like it was an Olympic discipline and he was going for gold. This position, sitting on in his lap, facing him and his face between your breast was so intimate and you almost wanted to stay like this a bit longer but you had been waiting for your orgasm too, so you began rocking your hips. Jisung's eager lips moved to one of your nipples and sucked the little bud into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it. When he took it between his teeth a shiver ran straight down to where your bodies met as if there was a direct line from your nipple to your g spot. You moved your hips faster and pushed Jisung’s face more into your chest. He took this as a sign to take the other nipple between his finger and twist it, only adding to the tension that built in your lower body.

A/N: This one is probably controversial bc people have strong feelings about “nuna” in general but I hope if you read this far you liked it <3

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thebadgerclan · 3 years

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Little One

Pairing: Matthias Helvar x reader

Requested by Anonymous

Summary: Your little one will be here any day now...

sötnos-sweetheart, kärlek-love, fru-Mrs., älskling-darling

The name of yours Matthias’ child means “goddess of springtime”

A/N: MATTHIAS AS A DAD IS GOOD SHIT, WE WERE ROBBED

“Just what do you think you’re doing, sötnos?” Your husband’s voice made you freeze in your tracks, and you sighed. You were pregnant, due to give birth any day now, and Matthias was insistent you remained in bed. “I do not want you straining yourself, love,” he reasoned. “Our little one will be here any day now.” But you were bored, wanting to see something other than the wall of your bedroom, so you tried to do simple things around the house. You weren’t going to scrub the floor on hands and knees, but you could tidy the sitting room and the like.

But Matthias wasn’t having it, herding you back into bed each time he found you up and about. Today was your 5th attempt, and as you’d expected, your husband found you within minutes. “Just getting some water, darling.” Matthias came to your side, taking your hands in his. “You should ask me to get it for you, my love,” he said, concern on his face. “You need to be resting.” “Matthias, I’m bored,” you said. “I have looked at nothing but the same four walls for a week!”

One of his hands came to rest on your belly, swollen with your child. “I only want you to be safe, and our little one…” “I know, kärlek. I can move about the house, Matthias. I won’t push myself, I promise.” He considered for a moment, nodding. “I suppose. But I will never be more than a room away.” You pulled him down into a kiss, as you couldn’t go on your tiptoes with your belly. “Thank you, my love,” you said, kissing him again, before waddling your way into the kitchen.

***

An hour later, you were standing at the window in the kitchen, a cup of tea in your hand. It felt good to stand after what felt like an eternity in bed, but as you gazed at your small yard, a rippling pain washed through your abdomen. You placed a hand on your bump, brows knitting together. Another wave of pain, this one stabbing, accompanied by a gush between your legs, made you cry out, leaning on the counter.

“Matthias!” you cried, voice panicked. “Matthias!” He was in the room immediately, looking shaken. “Y/N, my love, what-” “The baby’s coming.” He paled, face ghostly white. “Djel, oh Djel. I have you, let’s get you in bed.” He came to your side, wrapping your arm around him and helping you get back to the bedroom. Matthias eased you onto the mattress, frantically fluffing pillows and arranging sheets. Another pain, and you moaned, making Matthias’ blood run cold.

“Darling?” he asked, and you gripped his hand. “The doctor, Matthias, get the doctor.” Every instinct in him told him not to leave your side, but you squeezed his hand. “I will be fine for a moment, go!” “Y-yes, the doctor.” He flew from the room, leaving you alone. The doctor you’d chosen had been staying with a neighbor for the past week, awaiting your labor. Matthias pounded on the door, about to tear it from its hinges, when the doctor opened it.

“It’s time,” he said, completely out of breath. “The baby, it’s coming.” The doctor nodded, grabbing the bag that sat by the door. He nodded, following Matthias back to your house and into the bedroom. You were sweating, whimpering in pain, clutching the sheets at your side. “Fru Helvar,” he greeted, opening his bag, setting up his tools. “Are we ready to have a baby?” You nodded, smiling though your teeth were grit. “Matthias, if you could fetch some towels?”

In an instant, Matthias was setting a stack of clean towels at the doctor's side. He pulled a chair to the side of the bed, taking your hand in his, kissing it sweetly. “Y/N, may I examine you?” “Yes,” you consented, parting your legs for the doctor. He pushed your nightdress over your knees, beginning his examination. Matthias disliked another man seeing you in such a way, but he knew it was necessary, and that this doctor was simply doing his job.

“She is progressing well,” he said, righting your nightgown. “It will be painful, I will not lie, but I estimate in an hour or so, you will have your little one. “O-only an hour?” Matthias asked, panc seeping into his voice, and the doctor nodded. “Yes. Y/N seems to be laboring rather quickly.” “Sweet Djel,” Matthias swore, feeling like he could faint. Internally, he was absolutely freaking out, panic at impending fatherhood setting in. But on the outside, he was calm, he knew he needed to be.

A contraction hit you, and you grimaced, squeezing Matthias’ hand so hard, he thought bones might have broken. “Breathe, my dear,” he encouraged, remembering the classes you’d attended. “Good, you’re doing so well.” You labored for two hours, moaning in pain, clenching Matthias’ hands, breathing deeply, and swearing to Djel that you would never have sex again. Matthias laughed, knowing that was a lie, but saying nothing. When you asked, he helped you into different positions: squatting at the foot of the bed, on all fours on the bed, helping you walk round the house.

And when the doctor examined you and said it was time to push, Matthis felt like he could be sick. But he sat at your side, clasping your hand in his, dabbing your forehead with a cool cloth, and whispering words of love and encouragement to you. You were crying out the pain you felt, face red with exertion, trembling as you pushed. After 30 minutes, the doctor announced that the baby was crowning, and Matthias kissed your forehead.

“You’re almost there, my love,” he said. “You’ve done so well, Y/N, you can do this.” “Matthias,” you whined, tears falling from your eyes. “I can’t.” “Yes you can, my darling. You can do this; you have carried this child for 9 months, and you can bring them into the world. Come on, älskling, let’s meet our little one.” You pushed, nearly screaming, head falling back onto the pillows. “Again,” the doctor instructed, and you obeyed pushing again, feeling an intense burning sensation between your legs.

“Once more.” “You can do this, Y/N, my strong wife.” You pushed one more time, letting out a sob when a shrill wail filled the room. Your baby was here, and Matthias embraced you, pressing a kiss to your lips. “I am so proud of you, Y/N,” he said, crying himself. “So proud.” The doctor cleaned your child off, placing them in your arms. “A girl,” he announced. “Congratulations.” He shook Matthias’ hand before exiting the bedroom, leaving you with your family.

“We have a daughter,” you said, tears falling, but tears of joy. “Our little girl.” Matthias was in awe, completely enamored with the infant in your arms. “I have never been more in love,” he said, voice sounding far away, as if in a dream. “My love, you have given me my greatest gift. Djel has given us so many blessings.” You smiled, and Matthias moved to sit on the bed with you, and you leaned into his chest.

“What will we name her?” The answer was immediate: “Maja,” Matthias said, and you nodded. “Maja, our little girl.” Matthias was overjoyed, feeling like Djel had taken him home to the waters. “My darling, I love you so much. I love our family. Maja, your Papa loves you more than you will ever know. I will protect you with everything I am. I swear to you, nothing will ever harm you so long as I am breathing.”

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fullofmelaninsarcasmandepression · 3 years

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Wreck Your Sh!t~Chris Cuomo

Sugar Daddy! Chris Cuomo x Black Reader

Warnings: Smut, Language, Age Gap(older than 20 but i didnt mention a specific number so the numbers up to yall), The use of the term Fredo I did some research on the word since I didn’t know about it until the video, its a offensive term people call people who have an Italian background basically according to the things I found on google.) But make sure yall like and REBLOG!

word count: 1199

based off of this video of Chris arguing with that guy. The video did things to me that it shouldn’t have but hey😗✨. Enjoy!

You smiled as Chris' left hand placed a slight grip on your thigh. You were dining in one of the most fancy restaurants in town that Chris insisted on taking you to. He wanted only the best for his baby. You met Chris on a sugar baby/daddy seeking app. You were a broke college student who wanted to have a somewhat lavish life.

After you set up your profile, you had numerous guys hitting you up at a time. Besides their money, they were dull as hell until you stumbled across one particular profile which belonged to Chris. You guys talked for a while before you guys decided to actually meet up. He took you to dinner and you guy’s hooked up afterwards and it was the best sex you had in your entire life. After your successful first time together in person, you both decided to continue your relationship with one another.

You wanted to go out to eat? He took you to one of the fanciest restaurants he knows like tonight. You wanted a few new bra and panty sets? Don’t worry, Chris damn near bought all of the lingerie off of Savage X Fenty. Whatever you needed or wanted, he was gonna make sure you had it within the blink of an eye. The two of you had finished your meals and you were ready to leave. As the two of you were leaving, a guy at the bar recognized Chris and the two of you didn’t even know it.

“Hey it’s Chris Cuomo from CNN, can I get your autograph man,” the guy’s words were damn near slurred and his breath reeked of whiskey, he was drunk off of his ass. He was kind of making you uncomfortable but Chris wrapped his arm around your waist which reassured you. You could tell Chris was getting a little uncomfortable too but he just laughed it off nervously.

“Uh, not now man, maybe another time.” Chris gave him a slight smile once more before we made our way towards the door. But before we even made it out of the door Chris had made his way back to the guy and he was heated to say the least. It felt as if everything was a big blur since it all happened so fast. The drunk geezer had called him ‘Fredo’ which was a big nono. You saw the veins in Chris’ neck and forehead bulge out as his face turned into a slight shade of red.

“What the fuck did you just say to me man, I’ll wreck your shit right inside this place right now!” You knew it wasn’t intentional but you couldn’t help but to get somewhat turned on by the way Chris was airing this man the hell out in this restaurant.

You didn’t know if it was his mannerisms while he was talking or the way his voice sounded when he was cussing this stranger out. As their arguing continued on and on, your panties became more drenched by the second, your needy pussy just begging for a release brought on by Chris himself. After Chris threatened the man and asked him if he wanted to take this outside, the drunk backed down. Chris stormed out of the restaurant and you were right behind him as you got into the car that the valet just parked near the curb.

Before you could even buckle up your seatbelt, Chris was already a few blocks away from the restaurant. He was still going on about how pissed he was and how he was seconds away from decking that loser in the face. You were so distracted from how sexy he sounded when he was ranting that your plump bottom lip was on the verge of bleeding because of how hard you were biting it. You looked on in confusion as Chris pulled the car into a vacant lot. He put the car into park and unbuckled his seatbelt.

“Get out and get into the back seat,” he declared as he opened up his door. You opened yours as well and made it to the backseat in a frenzy. You moaned as he placed a wet, tender kiss on the nip of your neck.

He ripped your dress and undergarments off with the quickness. His thick fingers began to make its way towards your wet kitty. His fingertips brushed lightly over your swollen nub as he continued suckilng on your neck. You cried out as he inserted his middle and ring finger inside of your soaking wet pussy and began to slowly thrust inside of you.

“You’re soaking wet for daddy, you want me to wreck your shit huh?” You cried as he hit up against your spot. You nodded as you both locked eyes with each other. Chris removed his fingers from inside of you and licked them clean. He pulled his rock hard member from out of his pants and ran his tip along your slippery slit. He tapped it on your clit continuously before sliding himself inside of you, both of you moaning at the feeling.

“Fuck baby, you’re so god damn tight.” Chris moaned out as his eyes damn near hit the back of his head. You moaned as he continued to thrust his girthy member inside of you. You licked your lips as he placed one of his large hands around your throat, applying a faint amount of pressure to it. Your brown nipples grew harder with every thrust deeper inside of you, your pussy making squelching noises every time he bottomed out your tight pussy.

“Shit daddy, just like that, I love the way your dick feels inside of my pussy.”

You watched as Chris’ eyes lit up like someone opening a gift on Christmas day. His thrusts got faster and harder, hitting your g-spot repeatedly. His thrusts were getting so much harder, it felt like he was making the entire car shake. You felt a warm and tingly feeling building up inside the pit of your stomach as you felt your orgasm approaching.

“I’m gonna cum!” “You don’t cum until I say you can, got it!”

The words that you tried to make come out of your mouth just turned into incoherent mumbles and moans as you felt like you were on cloud nine. You felt yourself clinch down onto his cock as he began to slow down his thrusts, you could tell he was near orgasm himself. You gripped on his forearms as your orgasm began to rip through your entire body. Your juices squirted all over Chris’ dick and the seats of the car and your legs began to shake violently. You called out mantras of his name as you rode on your high.

“I’m about to cum all inside this tight pussy of yours,” he exclaimed as grunts and groans fell from his mouth as he released his warm seed inside of you. You both panted like dogs on a hot day in July as you came down from your orgasms. You both got redressed before getting back upfront and began to make your way back to your apartment where your long night could continue.

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angelaiswriting · 4 years

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Long Day | Jäger x fem!reader

✏️ Pairing: Jäger x fem!reader

✏️ Summary: Y/N’s had a long day at work, but Marius is there to help her relax.

✏️ A/N: just a little something to console a friend with. @kind-wolf hopefully you’ll enjoy 💛

✏️ Warnings: hopefully fluff ??

✏️ Word-count: 1,667

✏️ Translation: Schwiegermonster = monster-in-law (lol my new favorite word in German apparently 🤷🏻‍♀️)

LONG DAY

Marius had called off his night with the boys when Y/N had come home from work, shoulders curved under the weight of the shitty day she had had and a long sigh passing past her lips. He had been on the phone with one of them — Dominic, most likely — and she had barely picked up his words as she had been left with energies enough only to focus on one task at a time.

“Love?”

Her hand missed the hall stand and her coat fell to the floor with a soft thud, and had it been a different day, she probably would have cared. But not tonight.

He reached her in the hallway just as she was taking off her shoes, but it was the scratching of the dog’s nails on the floor as she most likely scrambled down the couch to hurry behind her favorite human that drew a smile upon her face.

“Long day?” he asked, taking a step closer so that he could tilt her chin up.

She knew he could read the exhaustion in her eyes and while she usually hid it well — or could generally handle it better —, she had been left too drained to even try and attempt to put on a mask. “You could say that,” she chuckled instead. Tired as she was, she couldn’t stop her head from leaning into the hand he had moved onto her cheek and she looked up at him.

“Do you want to vent?”

He took another step closer and before she could pick up with him, he had his arms wrapped around her waist as his head tilted down to rest on the crown of hers. Words failed her as she found herself trying to sigh the exhaustion off of her and after a while, when the dog sniffed her leg and pressed her nose against her pants, she shook her head no.

“Are you leaving at the same time as usual?” she asked softly, lips moving against the soft cotton of his shirt.

She had missed having him home; coming back from work and finding him tinkering with stuff in the garage or chilling on the couch or even trying his best in the kitchen was a million times better than meeting him behind a screen, with miles and miles separating her from the location of his current mission. And while she didn’t mind him taking time for himself to meet up with his buddies, she wasn’t exactly in the mood to be left alone tonight.

The way he said that nah made her smile and exhale loudly from her nose, but right then, he pulled back to look down at her. “I told them I’m not going. You look like you need me more than they do tonight anyway.” When she frowned, he cupped her face and gently shook it from side to side a couple of times as he smiled. “Let me be the caring husband for once,” he chuckled, pecked her lips, and finally pulled back completely.

Maja jumped up on her and her weight suddenly dropping against her tore a ugh! from Y/N’s lips.

“Yes, I missed you, too,” she cooed, hand scratching underneath the dog’s chin.

Maja had always been a great helping hand when it came to relaxing. She greeted you with her one-year-old-puppy energy, but then it was almost as though she were a sponge for anything you wanted to kick out of your system. A look at her, a boop of her wet nose against her, the happy wagging of her tail, and suddenly the world felt lighter and the room she was in turned brighter and more spacious. Most likely just an illusion, but certainly one she always welcomed with open arms, whether her man was at home as well or away for work.

“Do you want me to cook you something? I thought it’d be your usual pizza night but…”

“No, I just need to unwind.” Eyes still on the dog, she scratched behind her ears before allowing her back down on the floor. “I just want to soak in the tub until someone comes and tells me I don’t have to go to work tomorrow.”

Marius’ deep chuckle made her smile and when Maja scurried away to go curl up among her toys once again, he put an arm around her shoulders and pulled her into his side as he accompanied her to the stairs. “You’re the owner, no one can stop you,” he whispered in her ear before picking her up and walking up the stairs.

She laughed for a moment at that, before she pressed closer to him and left a kiss on his cheek. “You know, I’m tired but I can still walk.”

His Let me pamper you for once, woman! was repeated a second time when he put her with her feet back down on the tiled floor of the bathroom and turned on the faucet of the tub. “I know how to do this,” he half-smiled as he poured body wash into the tub and then turned to look at her.

Then, when he straightened up, he turned towards her and all he needed to communicate was a look. She stretched one hand out for him to grab while her other one came up to remove the hairpin that had kept her hair away from her face for the whole day. A throbbing headache had started spreading right in that area and she felt the skin of her scalp was tense and sore.

Marius’ fingers were deft on the buttons of her blouse and then on that of her pants. He worked on her clothes in silence but then, when his gaze settled on hers as his hands slid underneath the cotton of her blouse and then down her shoulders, pushing the garment down with the movement, the smile he sent her way almost felt like a breath of fresh air.

He undressed her and when he took her hand in his to help her get into the bubble-filled bathtub, she let him do.

“Thank you,” she hummed.

Her eyes closed of their own accord, eyelids suddenly heavy and muscles ready to relax in the warm embrace of the water. She didn’t remember the last time she took a bath — surely months before, most likely to help Marius wind down after a fight or a long mission, she couldn’t be sure — and although she preferred to stick to her much quicker routine in the shower, she found herself basking in the feeling of extreme relaxation this moment brought along.

But then she startled with a gasp when her husband spoke from behind her as he knelt down to pull her hair out of the way of the water. “So, how did this morning go?” he asked.

She had imagined he had left the room when silence had fallen, but part of her was glad and almost even relieved that he had stayed.

Her answer was a groan as her eyes fell shut once again. She had told him about the ‘bad thing’ she had done and he had joked for a moment to try and lift her spirits at the prospect that lay ahead. And while that whispered Schwiegermonster of his had made her chuckle the day before on the phone, she had found herself being annoyed at that unexpected change in routines.

“What do you think?” she huffed, a second before his fingers on her scalp tore a soft moan of relief from deep down her throat.

“I could take care of the problem for you,” he proposed, lips grazing against her temple as the comb he had in one hand started combing through her hair. “Give me one morning with her.”

“Yeah, sure,” she laughed, opening her eyes and tilting her head back a bit so that she could stare into his eyes. They were almost twinkling under the lights of the bathroom, and the grin he had on his face made her lazily shake her head from side to side before she let him go back to combing through her hair. “She’d be able to get in touch with your superiors and have you called back to England in a heartbeat.”

He hummed in response. “She’s free to try.”

Silence filled the room again. She allowed herself to enjoy the gentle scalp massage he was giving her, the comb now forgotten on the floor after he had brushed the rare knots out of her hair. It was warm and cozy and the more he worked on her, the more her headache faded and her body seemed to relax.

At some point, outside the closed door of the bathroom, she heard Maja frisking down the corridor, ready to fall asleep in her bed right at the end of it.

“If I were to take my mother to work and come straight back home tomorrow,” she started, voice slow and low, her mind closer to being asleep than it was to being awake, “would you spend the day in bed with me? I feel like I need to sleep for half an eternity.” Her words stumbled one upon the other as she spoke, but she didn’t care, for he seemed to understand her just fine.

“Of course,” he hummed, his lips brushing against her temple once again, her right one this time, and his hands trailed down her arms until he had her hands in his. “Just directly call her a taxi and stay home.”

His words were tempting and when his fingers tickled her lower belly, she found herself giggling with her eyes closed, the back of her head resting against his shoulder. Before long, she mumbled out a fuck it and turned her head to the side to press a kiss to his lips.

“I might as well do just that,” she grumbled before she sat up when he moved around to grab her sponge.

Look at me working on my fluffs :’)

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aurora-daily · 5 years

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AURORA @ Idyllfestivalen by Maja Moan // 22.06.19 // Isegran, Norway

#aurora #aurora aksnes #festivals #isegran #europe

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dandylion240 · 1 year

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“Oh no,” Maja moaned, looking at her blouse where a large yellow and red puddle had appeared. “I guess I should have been paying more attention to what I was doing than to how messy you were.”

“It’s not that bad,” Brian tried to tell her even though it was like a red bullseye on a target on her white shirt.

“Thanks for trying but we both know it’s noticeable,” she tossed aside the napkins she had used to mop up most of the mess but the stain was there for all to see.

“We could always go back to the dorm,” he suggested gathering up the debris and throwing it away.

“We could but that wouldn’t be much of a date,” she took his hand “let’s walk around for a bit.”

“Alright,” he grinned, making sure he was on the outside so that people might not notice the spot on her shirt.

#maja lundstrom #brian van winkle #ts3 #van winkle legacy #gen 2 reboot #call to action

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ligit-squid · 4 years

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Built For Mercy

Goosebumps grew up her chilled skin. Her eyes hardly adjusting to the darkroom, light barely made it through from under the cellars rotting wooden door. Teodora’s ears were strained from listening for the people that had put her in the room, which had been filled with nearly twenty kids. The pipes above her were leaking, dripping ice-cold water down onto her and the stone floor. Nearly an hour had passed since the door had opened, it had only been swung open when a man shoved in a lanky teenager—who was probably barely into his teenage years. He sat across the room from her, next to a woman nearly her age. Teodora quivered. It was the middle of the Serbian winter, and the room concealed no heat. She could only hope no one in the room died from the bitter cold.

Looking around again she noticed a struggling girl, not even a teenager, in the corner furthest from her. She was fathered away from everyone, and her body was barely fighting the cold. If Teodora could see the color of her skin, she’d bet it was white and turning blue. Teodora also noticed no one else getting up to help the child, they were only focusing on keeping themselves warm. Slowly she got up, causing multiple eyes to come to her. She stumbled to the far corner. When she stood in front of her, the girl barely glanced up at her, continuing to rapidly shiver.

Teodora bent down, placing her thin and gentle hand on her shoulder. “Hey, can you look at me?”. Slowly the kid looked up at her, her teeth hitting each other relentlessly. “I’m going to pick you up, okay?”

Teodora bent down and picked her up by her armpits, then pressing the freezing body to her. The feeling of this child’s cold cheek against hers made her shiver more. Why were these kidnappers leaving them in here to freeze? Teodora slowly made her way over to the woman and teenager she’d been watching earlier. The woman looked up hearing Teodora’s boots scrape against the stone floor. Teodora then slowly slid down the wall to sit next to the woman, making it so their arms nearly brushed against each other.

“We’ll all die if we don’t stay warm,” Teodora murmured into the woman’s ear. She nodded, then told the teenager beside her. Eventually, everyone had huddled into small groups. Teodora’s large coat was pulled up so it covered the girl in her lap, whose body was regaining heat. Teodora slowly raked her fingers through the maybe nine-year-old’s hair and felt her eyes start to become weights. She tried to remember how long she’d been in the freezing room, but it was hard since she couldn’t see daylight. It was during early afternoon when these people had pulled her off the street and put her in a truck. She could only guess it’d been days since she’d been brought there.

“Why are they letting us freeze,” Teodora asked the woman next to her. The woman gave her a confused look, her eyebrows furrowed.

“You really don’t know why?” she asked. Teodora shook her head. The woman sniffled, Teodora could only guess that she was crying. “We’re pulled off the streets because they want money. This is a trafficking ring.”

“Trafficking?” Teodora whispered. “For what? There’re many jobs, why would they want to sell people?”

“Because human trafficking pays more, girl,” the woman breathed. Teodora looked down and stroked the top of the kid’s head. This little girl would never see her majka and otac again if she was trafficked. Where would they all end up, she wondered. Just the thought made Teodora start to cry. She didn’t notice the girl shifted in her arms and looked up at her.

“Why are you crying?” she murmured.

“Nothing, baby. Everything is fine,” Teodora whispered. She tried to have her voice not crack, trying so hard to convince this young girl that she’d be okay.

“We’re not going home, are we?” the girl shifted in her arms so she was laying sideways.

"I don’t know, honey,” Teodora confessed. The room remained silent for another long while. In that time, Teodora has fallen asleep, while the girl was awake in her lap. The nine-year-old stared at the rotting door, having noticed the light peaking out from under the door had died. She truly wanted to see her majka and otac again, but she didn’t want to imagine a fantasy. Listening, she heard the boy shift besides the woman.

“What’s your name?” she whispered.

“Šime. What is yours?” he asked.

“My name’s Maja," she murmured. “Nice to meet you, Šime.”

They went quiet. They could hear the other kids snoring, some of them even chattering their teeth. The room had gotten colder, so perhaps night time had come upon them. Maja felt Teodora shift under her, moaning from how stiff her muscles had become.

“Has the door opened yet?” Teodora asked. Maja murmured a small, “No.”

Teodora knew nothing would change. It wouldn’t until whoever is paying them comes. She felt her heart clench again. Her instincts telling her to do something. Gently, Teodora lifted Maja off her lap and placed her in the woman’s lap. “Keep her warm,” was the only thing they heard before she stumbled to the rotting door. The flinched when they heard her start hitting the door with all her might.

“Hey! Open the door! We’re worth nothing if we die!” the woman realized what Teodora was doing, and hugged Maja and Šime to her. She hoped she’d shield their eyes from what was about to happen. The loud sound of the door unlocking came, then to the door swinging open. Two men stood in the doorway, both of their faces covered in masks, letting only their eyes to be seen. One of them was holding a baton and swung it at Teodora’s skull. She managed to not have her skull smash, instead, her shoulder caught the hit. Teodora screamed. Maja cried into the woman’s shoulder while Teodora continued to scream in anguish. Teodora clawed at their uniforms in hopes they’d stop hurting hurt. It took a while until they stopped, but they eventually left. Foolishly leaving the door cracked open.

“Aye, girly, get up!” the woman stressed, hoping she’d get up. It took Teodora a few minutes to manage to sit up. She winced and grimaced, cradling her shoulder.

“We can get out,” Teodora huffed.

“No, we can’t. Girly, I don’t know how hard they hit y’, but they just beat you for knocking on the door,” the woman said. Teodora held out a pair of keys.

“It’s stupid of them to leave keys unhooked,” she groaned.

“I want to leave… but can we actually get out?” a boy said.

“We can only hope and pray that we can,” the woman stood up, making Maja stand up beside her. “We need to get as many of them as we can out.”

“Who’s still alive, and who is not?”

They went around everyone and found multiple cold corpses. In total, nine of them. Whoever was alive was grouped together, and they waited. Eventually, the lights all died away and there were no voices speaking. The woman gave the signal, “Now we escape.”

The group of eleven snuck out into the hallway, which they remembered from being dragged through. Eventually, they found the door they wanted, but it was across the hall from where the traffickers slept.

“We have to cross the doorway one by one,” Šime said. He eased forward, putting some weight on the floorboard. Very quietly it creaked. “We need to take gentle steps.”

One by one they treaded gently past the doorway. Successful everyone had passed. Now, it was Teodora’s turn to go. Slowly, she took one step, then another, then another. It was her mistake she stepped on an older board, making a loud creaking sound to echo. She froze, hearing one of the men move in his cot. Her breath was caught in her throat.

“Hey, they’re out!”

The group made a run for it. Outside, dawn was just passing. The winter cold wasn’t like the cellar, but it’s touch stung. They made it out by half a mile before a boy cried out, “We’re near Vrba!”

Teodora smiled. They might actually get back to their families. They really could. She was pulled out of her daydream of being curled on her couch at home, with her otac, when the tree next to her was shot. Shouts were coming from behind them. Her blood was pumping in her ears loudly. Teodora said a prayer and caught the woman by the shoulder.

“When you get somewhere safe, tell them your names’, and my name. Teodora. Make sure all nine of them get to safety,” she said.

“What do you mean?” the woman demanded. She looked at Teodora like she’d grown another head.

“I’m going to lead them away from you all,” was all Teodora said before she started to take off her large coat. She then passed it over to the woman. “Here. Stay warm.”

The woman smiled sadly. “My name is Ivana.”

“Nice to meet you Ivana. Now, get going, you don’t have much time.”

Teodora turned back into the direction of the traffickers. They were getting louder, letting her know they were getting closer. They shot their gun multiple times. Two bullets landed their hit on her. Her body collapsed into the cold snow, slowly being dyed with her crimson blood. Teodora murmured her last prayer before her eyes became frozen shut, and her body lost all signs of life.

Ivana had led the nine others down to Vrba. Teodora’s coat was wrapped around Maja, who was slowly tracking her way beside Šime. Her small hand holding his bony one.

“Where’s Teo’ going?” she had asked multiple times.

“She’s making sure the rest of the walk is safe for us, she’ll meet up with us in town,” it hurt having to lie to the nine-year-old. Ivana and the other teenagers knew Teodora was dead now, hearing the many gunshots go off. They all decided to stay quiet about that and report anything to the authorities once they get to Vrba. All Ivana could do was silently thank Teodora for her sacrifice, giving up everything so they could all go home.

#creative writing #writers on tumblr #writing #shortstory #story #human #trafficking #sacrifice #serbia

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tenitchyfingers · 5 years

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so I saw Midsommar yesterday and I’m in this weird place where I feel like I got what it was trying to tell me, but I also don’t really know how to feel about it and I also feel like I really missed something? Like, I did get what it was trying to say, but I feel like I’ve missed details and “easter eggs” so to speak, and it kind of really bothers me because Hereditary was filled to the brim with little clues and details to look out for, so I’m naturally assuming Midsommar had a lot of that too.

But in general I really liked it. I didn’t feel immersed in grief and dread the whole time the way I did with Hereditary (the first half anyway), but I was definitely immersed in pure tension the whole time with this movie. Like let’s give it to Ari Aster, he clearly knows how to build discomfort and anxiety and a subtle kind of dread where maybe nothing particularly odd is going on, but it’s there.

And I find it really interesting how I and other viewers reacted to certain scenes. Like, the scene where Christian does the do with Maja was so, SO uncomfortable, and I’m 100% sure it was because it wasn’t just the audience watching it, but also a whole group of naked (some elder) women echoing the moans and even “helping” them fuck, and that’s just... a complete disruption of the kind of intimate atmosphere you’d expect from a sex scene. It was like a greek choir for fucking and I get what it was supposed to represent but I feel like it was just too much. And indeed everyone in the theater (me included) just started giggling and laughing nervously? Like this was literally all of us

But then by the time the ending came I was like... yeah, this is a satisfying ending. I don’t think it’s a happy ending because after all Dani will still be trapped in a weird ass cult of druggies and murderers and she’s absolutely not safe, but it was still satisfying.

Although I’ve also felt for Christian. Because hear me out - yeah, the dude is a dick and I’m not arguing that. But I’m someone who just can’t handle troubled people and their problems, and that’s in spite of the fact that I’m troubled and I have a lot of problems. Or maybe that’s why. Anyway I don’t feel like villainizing someone who can’t deal with someone else’s emotions or mirror them “correctly” or react in the “appropriate” way. I don’t feel like hating someone who clearly does not have a healthy handle on someone else’s emotions, because that’s... kind of me. Being emotionally stunted fucking sucks, and I’m not sure he’s traumatized or stunted, but I relate to how he decided to address Dani’s state. It was not the “right” way in the long run, but everybody makes mistakes. I’m absolutely sure this dude wasn’t an evil dude, just someone who was immature and unequipped to face someone else’s trauma and inner turmoil.

And then of course I’m sitting here looking at their relationship and being like “this whole romantic relationship sounds like some alloromo nonsense” but that’s definitely just me.

#midsommar #idk i'm all over the place

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star-lemonade · 2 years

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hyunjin acting all cocky but turning into a whining mess when you let him fuck you ✨

Cocky

Pairing: Stray Kids Hyunjin x Reader

Rating: R

Word count: 360

Genre: smut

Warnings: smut, slight dom!reader/sub!Hyunjin, pet names (baby and sweetie)

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"You never let me be on top."

It was a weird thing to say during dishwashing but that did not deter Hyunjin from saying what was on his mind.

"What? You want to be on top, baby?"

"Yes, and I would be good at it."

"Is that so?"

Hyunjin put down the plate that he had been drying off down and stood up straight to tower over you with his full height.

"I’m going to fuck you so you can’t walk tomorrow."

"Sure, sweetie," you said in the way you would talk to a kid just to see the flush on Hyunjin’s cheeks as he got annoyed with you. Sometimes it was too easy to get him worked up.

"I will show you, Come!"

"No."

He grabbed your arm but you broke off.

"You are going to continue to dry off the dishes and if you are a good boy you get to fuck me."

(Personally, I would let him kneel until he gets restless for trying to take control when he should not but yeah XD)

Hyunjin was so excited to finally go to the bedroom and as soon as you stepped inside this mouth was on yours, kissing, licking, and making a mess. He could not wait to get you undressed and you let him have his fun stripping you and himself.

You lay on the bed, hand in Hyunjin’s long hair as he ate you out. No matter how cocky he was feeling today nothing shut him up better than having him between your legs where his mouth was distracted by other things.

You pulled his face off you by his hair.

"So sweetie, will you fuck me now or what?"

With a sparkle in his eyes, he said: "Yes."

He suited up and did not waste any time to push in, watching as he disappeared in your warm folds and groaned.

"What is it Hyunjinnie?"

His hips moved slowly and he moaned without answering, still watching his dick entering you. After a few more thrusts he leaned forward and braced himself on his arms, left and right of your face.

"You feel so good," he whined, moaning as his hips snapped against you.

A/N: was this okay? XD

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emprxs · 5 years

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The thing about Midsommar

when all the women are together, screaming, crying, moaning with Dani, because she is their sister and they all feel the deep, saturated grief together

when the elder women are with Maja (the redhead), who is scared at the moment, so scared and lost, and they hold her hand through what is assumed her first time having sex, and they guide her as their mothers guided them, into womanhood; motherhood

when the festival is over, and everyone is all of these things - animalistic, rabid, worshipping, orgasmic, wailing

It is all shared - true empathy - all that Dani wanted from anyone, and yet

none of it matters.

#midsommar #when these scenes came up i just felt so #so recognized #i wanted to scream and cry with them #because i got it #and they got it

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captnbarnesrogers · 6 years

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Failures of Hiding

Pairings/Characters: Steve Rogers x Reader Warnings: unprotected sex, violence, INFINITY WAR SPOILERS Summary: You are Steve Rogers’ fiancée. Although he promises you a better life that isn’t in hiding, you reassure him that you are content but it isn’t the hiding that will be your problem. It’s Thanos. Word Count:2k+ A/N: THIS HAS INFINITY WAR SPOILERS DO NOT READ IF YOU’VE YET TO SEE IT!!!!

You sat up on another motel bed, the blinds were drawn down and your boyfriend slept right next to you. Steve’s snores were quiet but loud enough for you to hear. It was no secret to any government official and any civilian that you were all hiding; Steve, Natasha, Sam, and you. Almost three years ago, Steve came home to your apartment, packed a bag and told you things were about to change. Before you knew it, you were on a jet on the way to who knows where. First it was Wakanda, then back to America, then to Europe. It wasn’t until a year and a half later had Steve told you why you had to run away. Why all of a sudden Bucky had disappeared. Why this blooming man in a generation he doesn’t know was broken down. You were all labelled as criminals. But not once had you ever left his side, you’d never even thought of it. You loved Steve Rogers with all your heart. You had your moments where everything seemed so normal like you could live with no fear. In Paris, even staring outside the window, the sight of the faraway Eiffel Tower made you fall in love with the city even if you could barely step out to see it. Steve had kissed you that night and it wasn’t like any other kiss you’d ever received from anyone. One hand gripped your hip tightly and the other stroked your cheek ever so gently. He apologised with tears in his eyes that he couldn’t give you a better life, that one day you’d live the American dream; the wedding, the kids, the house, the dog, and the white picket fence but for now you were in hiding. For now, he needed to make sure the world was safe for you and his children. You’d told him that no matter if you were public or in hiding, you’d marry him in an instant and he proposed. Although, the ring came in a few weeks late after you moved from Paris to Belgium.

When you heard of Thanos’ return, you knew it was time to suit up and face the music. Face everything and everyone you were hiding from. The train sped past as Steve caught the spear that had been thrown with intention to hit him. You and Natasha took on Proxima Midnight and Corvus Glaive and before you knew it Corvus had been speared.

“You won’t get another chance.” Proxima stated bluntly, anger and vengefulness evident in her voice. Suddenly, they were beamed up into a donut shaped spaceship. Natasha looked back at Wanda and Vision with disappointment in her eyes. The big talk between the three began and ended in the spaces of the jet. They needed more time to feel free, but time wasn’t their problem; Thanos was.

“Where are we going, Cap?” Sam asked,

“Home.” He stated, looking over his shoulder. He looked at you straight after replying to Sam, worry drowning in his eyes. You walked over to him and put his head on your shoulder, rubbing his back.

“You’re gonna be okay, Cap.” You felt him take a breath in, “More people are on your side than you know, I can feel it.”

“I once promised you a life where you’d never have to worry about a thing,” he pauses and looks up at you, caressing your cheek, “but now that Thanos is coming, I don’t think I can give it to you.” You tip toed to face him and kissed his cheek.

“I’m not going anywhere, Steve Rogers, no matter what, I’m fighting with you.”

“How’d I get so lucky, doll?” You giggled,

“You’re not lucky, trust me, if anything, you’re cursed to be stuck with someone like me.” You found yourself restless during the seven-hour flight. Your feet tapping, finger wiggling making it fairly obvious. Steve rested his head on your shoulder, his hand intertwined with yours and as you landed into the compound, you shook him awake. You kissed his temple and he slowly opened his eyes.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to zone out like that.” You shook your head.

“It’s okay, you’re tired, I get it and we’re finally coming home.” The jet quietened, and Sam gave a reassuring nod that everything was good to go. You were all faced with James Rhodes, who fought for your freedom, and Thaddeus Ross, who labelled you all as wanted criminals. Ross’ holographic state was ended by Rhodes and he greeted you all with a hug. From the corner you see the silhouette of Doctor Bruce Banner who greets Natasha awkwardly.

Wakanda was your next stop to protect the last infinity stone and to bring back the best parts of Vision which Wanda wanted to keep. Before you could get on the jet, rest was definitely needed. You slipped into the shower to wash away the hard work. You ran your head under the warm water and wiped away the water that flowed down to your face when you pulled away. You heard the door creak and called out, “Steve?”

“Can I join you?” He whispers, opening the shower door,

“Of course, love.” He strips himself of his clothes and steps into the steaming hot shower with you, helping you wash out the sweat and dirt of fighting in the field. He rests his head on your shoulder, the warm water of the shower running down between your bodies, “You okay?” He places a kiss on your shoulder, making you turn around, “What’s wrong?”

“I want to marry you.” You held up your left hand which wore a shiny diamond ring on it.

“Isn’t that why I have this?”

“Yes, but I wish I could give you-” You kissed him before he could finish the sentence.

“I’m happy, Steve, I promise.”

“What about kids and a house and a dog? Like we talked about?” He placed a kiss on your head, the soap on your body bubbling away, then your cheek, and finally your lips.

“That can all come later, I don’t care. As long as I’m with you, I’m happy.” He kissed your neck and his hands travelled down to your ass, resting on the backs of your thighs. You turned off the water and he lifted you up, taking you outside of the shower and into the bedroom. At this point, you couldn’t really tell if your bodies were wet from the water or from the sweat between the both of you. His lips pulled away from yours for a minute. He stared into your eyes and he smiled, moving the wet hair away from your face.

“I can’t wait to marry you, Y/N, I love you so goddamn much.” He moved his head down, trailing kisses in between your breasts, down your stomach, and your thighs.

“I love you too, baby.” Your hands run through his hair when his mouth wraps around your clit making you gasp and arch your back in pleasure, “S-Steve.” You moaned, your legs resting on his shoulders as his mouth continued. He moved down, his tongue slipping into you as his thumb played with your sensitive nub. You gripped his hair tightly, “O-oh, god!”

“You taste so sweet, so fucking good.” He begins to lap on your clit, his fingers entering your wet pussy. He moves them in and out with a come-hither motion, the sounds of your gasps and heavy breathing evident in the air. You squeeze your eyes close from the pleasure, fingers still in Steve’s short, blonde hair.

“Babybabybaby,” You chanted, “I- I can’t take it anymore, I’m- I’m gonna cum, I need you. Please.” You panted heavily. He met your eyes again as he hovered over you. He licked his lips which made you bite yours. You stroke his face and you peck the tip of his nose. You feel the tip of his hard cock entering you and you pull at the hairs on the nape of his neck; touching his forehead with yours. He begins to set a rhythm with his hips as he buries himself inside you. He snapped his hips into you making you moan loudly.

“You’re so fucking tight, baby girl, fuck!”

“Steve, oh god, baby, o-oh f-fuck!” Your nails scratched down his back, you were sure you’d left marks. Your breathing started to get harder, his hips started to lose rhythm, moans were getting louder, “I’m gonna cum!”

“I’m- Me too.” He reached down in between you both and rubbed your hardened nub. You chanted his name loudly and clenched around his hard cock. You felt a warmth pooling in your abdomen as you came on him, “Jesus… Shit, shit, shit!” He rutted deep inside you, his forehead resting on yours, “I love you.”

“I love you.” You stayed cuddling in bed. His hands intertwined with yours.

“Have you named them?” You turned to face him, placing a kiss on his collarbone.

“Who?”

“The kids, our kids.” You laughed as his fingers grazed your heated skin.

“Of course I have.”

“Do tell.” He once again intertwined your fingers together.

“Well, I wanted two girls and one boy; Celestina, Maja, and Jamie.”

“They’re unique, I like them, Jamie?”

“James, after your most beloved soldier.” He laughed and nodded his head. Before you knew it, silence filled the air and the both of you had drifted off to sleep.

The flight to Wakanda was quiet. Everyone was anticipating what was going to going to happen. You were surrounded by bravery but also nervousness. You hopped off the jet and watched the reunion between the two best friends. Bucky pulled you into him.

“The princess… How have you been?” He asks in the hug.

“I’ve been great, Buck, I missed my friends though, the hotel beds were rough on me.”

“Ever heard of princess and the pea?” You nodded confused, “Maybe there was a pea in your beds that’s why it was rough on you, only princesses can feel the pea.” You couldn’t control your laughter.

“Ain’t trying to steal my girl are you, Buck?”

“We share everything don’t we, punk?” Steve laughed and shook his head. Overhead you heard ships crashing into the Wakandan dome, frightening you a little bit. Before you knew it everyone went into battle mode. Through the field everyone ran, the gate of the dome began to open up for Thanos’ army, many sacrificing themselves just to get through the dome, bodies and head cut in half. Soon after, you followed the team into the forest to help Bruce and Vision out. A puff of smoke revealed Thanos who was trying to get to Vision. Red energy appeared in your peripheral vision and you knew what Wanda was doing. Thanos had thrown the Hulkbuster, Natasha was trapped, Groots branches were broken, Bucky was flung back and when you saw Steve running towards Thanos, the earth beneath you began to shake. You ran towards them both. You punched Thanos with everything you had, not even a drop of blood came from him.

“Y/N, run! I’ve got this!” Steve yelled.

“This is your love?” Thanos laughed, “Too bad for you.” Thanos grabbed you by the throat and smiled down at Steve.

“Y/N!”

“Let- let me go.” You choked. You scratched at his hands.

“You love him don’t you?”

“Get t-th-the fuck off m-me!” You were starting to lose breath, you could feel tears welling in your eyes as he squeezed tighter, “T-they’ll kill…” Silence came from you and Steve had done nothing but watch the love of his life go limp. Rage over came his body, rage and sadness. He yelled. He shouted as Thanos threw you to the ground, but he flew to the ground right next to you and Thanos made his way to Vision.

He crawled over to you, his eyes filled with tears.

“Please, Y/N, wake up for me, doll.” He sat up as much as he could and carried you onto his lap, “Please, please, oh fuck, baby, please.” He cried and yet you stay silent and you body still limp. He begged and pleaded, “I love you, Y/N.: He held you body close but suddenly you body began to deteriorate. You had turned into dust right in his arms, “No, no, no, what’s happening? Y/N!”

“Steve?” Bucky called. He too turning into dust.

“Oh god.”

Just like that everything Steve Rogers knew, his happiness, his future, his dreams, had turned into dust.

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