#the after laughter tour was so colorful and fun

[paramores]

PARAMORE Syracuse, New York (June 17, 2018)

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[angelic-sturniolos111]

Matt’s Teammate 💙

You get selected by Laura to be Matt’s teammate at The Versus Tour. As you compete together, Matt seems a bit off his game, because he has instantly started crushing on you. Matt knows that there’s a chance he may never even see you again… but that changes after he talks with Nick and Chris backstage after the show.

matt sturniolo x fem! reader

warnings: slight cursing

themes: tons of fluff

author’s note: haven’t been to a show yet so idk what order the challenges are in so I might have gotten them mixed up but you get the idea :)

You stood watching the show live from the television backstage waiting for the triplets to introduce their teammates for the challenges. Your heart felt like it was going to burst out of your chest— you couldn’t even believe this was genuinely happening to you.

“Okay Y/N, the boys should be ready for you three in about two minutes. I told the other girls to line up by the curtain if you could join them over there for me.” Laura, their manager, said to you gesturing to where the other teammates were standing.

“Sure!… I don’t know if I have ever been this nervous before, honestly.” You say letting out a deep sigh all while a big smile was plastered across your face.

“Awe don’t worry hun they are sweet kids and I’m sure Matt will make you feel comfortable once you’ve sat with him for a bit. Good luck, and remember to have fun!” Laura’s words of encouragement made you feel a bit better. The two of you walked over to the curtain just behind the stage. You could just barely see the stage through the opening of the curtain where you saw the canvases, aprons, and paints already set up for your first challenge.

“Alright you guys so as you already know we have a few challenges set up for us tonight that we will be doing with a fan from tonight’s show. Let’s welcome our teammates for the night!” Nick says through the microphone as the audience erupts in cheers. Oh man, here we go! You think to yourself as you follow the others out past the curtain into the bright stage lights.

Matt’s POV:

I watch as our teammates come on stage, and keep my eye out for a girl in blue. I see as she turns the corner, and I am stunned. She’s dressed in a cute sporty blue top and joggers, but it was her smile that immediately caught my attention. I’ve met tons of fans before, and many of them are very pretty, but she is beautiful. I felt like everything was in slow motion for a moment until she drew me out of my daydream.

“Hi Matt I’m Y/N, it’s so nice to meet you!” Ugh, even her voice was cute! She wraps her arms around my shoulders as mine wrap around her body as we hug. “I am such a big fan of yours!” She says as she gives me a soft squeeze before releasing the hug.

“Awesome!” I replied. Awesome? That was the best I could come up with?

***

We had already begun our “Work of Art” challenge, but I had to stand behind the canvas until the timer was finished. I watched Y/N’s face as she concentrated on painting all while laughing out of nervousness as she switched from color to color sporadically. Luckily, she was too concentrated on the challenge to notice me staring at her, admiring her beauty.

“Dude, Matt literally said the same thing.” Chris’s voice echoes through the microphone. “Right?” He says looking at me for approval. I was so zoned out looking an Y/N that I had no idea what he had even just said.

“Oh.. what? Ohh yeah yeah I did say that.” I stuttered, trying to bring myself back to reality and focus on the performance. Did I say what Chris said I said? No fucking clue. Nick turns and gives me a slightly confused look. “Matt, wake the fuck up we have a show to do bro!” Chris shouts and the audience erupts in laughter and cheers. I smile and let out a small laugh to hide my embarrassment. I turn back to Y/N to see she is already looking up at me with a small grin on her face. Great, now I’m really embarrassed. I’m hoping these colored stage lights can mask the fact that I feel my cheeks burning red at the moment.

Y/N POV:

The score was currently 5:7:8 with Chris in the lead, Nick in second, and Matt and I in last. We were off to a strong start from Matt winning popular vote, and us winning the painting challenge, then Matt scoring most of the baskets in the free throw challenge. We were down to the last challenge, the jenga showdown, which was by far the most tense. Though we were in last, I was still having such an amazing time.

I cheer Matt on as he gently pushes a block from out of the stack and places it on top the tower. He did it so easily and confidently that the audience roared in unison, screaming for Matt.

“Okay, maybe I can redeem myself in jenga, but Chris is still probably going to win… I’m sorry.” Matt turned and said as Nick took his turn. Matt looked at the ground, and had a defeated look on his face.

“Hey, don’t worry about it! We did are best, and we had fun which is far more important than winning in the end anyway.” I say, and he looks up and gives me a smile before putting his arm around me for a side hug. Our hug was interrupted by the audience screaming loudly, and we look to see the jenga blocks on the floor as Nick covers his face with his hands and stomps in anger at his team’s loss.

I cheer for Chris during his “crowning ceremony,” and he gave each of the teammates a hug as we congratulated them. I saw Nick, and gave him a big hug telling him I love him as I totally fangirl. Lastly, I turn to Matt who looks bummed from our loss.

“I had such an amazing time tonight! I hope you three have so much fun on the rest of the tour, and good luck! I’ll be rooting for you.” I say to Matt as I give him one last hug. I was surprised to find that he wasn’t pulling away from the hug right away as to finish the show, but he remained with his arms wrapped around me in a sentimental embrace. “It was great to meet you, Y/N. You’re an amazing teammate.” Matt says as he pulls away from the hug halfway, smiling down at me.

“K dude… let’s go.” Chris nudges Matt, and I realize I am the only teammate left on stage. I pull away fully and wave bye to the triplets as I exit the stage. What a night.

Matt’s POV:

My brothers and I were backstage packing the last of our things after finishing the post-show meet and greet and VIP backstage fan experience.

“Matt, are you okay? You seemed off tonight bro.” Chris says.

“Yeah I was gonna say the same thing but I haven’t had a chance to bring it up since the show ended. Is something going on?” Nick says concerned.

“Yeah… no. I don’t know. It’s stupid.” I said as I continued to pack and try to ignore the conversation.

“Come on Matt, you can tell us!” Says Nick.

“Was your teammate being freaking weird or something? Making you uncomfortable?” Chris exclaims as he comes to my side grabbing the things from my hands and putting them on the couch to stop me in my tracks.

“No she wasn’t weird at all. Her name is Y/N, and she was amazing. She is amazing. I wish you guys could’ve seen more of her because she was just so damn nice and sweet and—”

“Hot?” Chris cuts me off as he laughs.

“Well, yeah. I mean, she was beautiful. Not only that but in between challenges we were talking about how she appreciates my mental health content, and what videos of ours she likes. The whole show too she just had such a positive attitude and it made me feel really… happy. You know?” I said passionately, and I could feel the heat rising in my face once more.

“Aweeee Matty B you have a crush on a fan! That is too cute!” Nick says adoringly. “But seriously, she sounds wonderful. Did you get her social media or anything?” Nick asks, and by this point the three of us are all sitting together on the couch talking about it. I shook my head no.

“Okay, well, you got her name and she was on stage tonight so I’m sure something of her will pop up on social media somewhere.” Chris says.

“Why does it matter if she posts? Sure, I can follow her, but it’s not like I’m ever going to see her again or anything.” I snap at the two as I get off the couch and continue packing my bag.

“But why not though? Yeah she’s a fan, but she looked like she was around our age and she lives in the states as far as we know.” Chris says. “Mmm but she could have a boyfriend.” Chris says hesitantly.

“Or girlfriend!” Nick chimes in.

“Alright whatever, can we let this go and get to the bus?” I said, grabbing my bag and slinging it over my shoulder.

***

We walk out of the venue and hear the cheers of those fans who stayed behind after the show to watch us get back on the tour bus. I walked behind Chris and Nick, walking a bit slower, trying to scan the fans for Y/N, but no luck.

On the bus, I reposted the group instagram post of Chris’s win to my story. I took a picture from inside the bus, and captioned it “Even though I lost tonight I had fun, and that’s what matters 💙🩹”. I hit post, and immediately was getting tons of replies and tags. I was casually scrolling through my DM requests, when a username with “Y/N” catches my eye. I click on the request to view the message.

“You’re the best Matt! I hope to see you perform again in the future 🥰” the message read. I click on her profile. No way. It was Y/N! My heart started beating a little faster as I skimmed through her instagram feed. She was insanely attractive, and looked like a great person to be around, which I had gathered from our interaction tonight. I go back to the message and stare at it for a few minutes, my mind and heart racing. Do I reply to her message? Do I ask her out somehow? What if she does have a boyfriend, or girlfriend like Nick said? What if I make a complete ass of myself, or worse, she posts my reply all over the internet? I was playing a million different scenarios in my head. I’ve always been so shy, having trouble talking to girls I like, but my brothers and the fans have really boosted my confidence over this last year. I want to roll with that confidence…

“I had fun tonight, Y/N. You seem like a really great girl, and I would love to see you again if I can.” I typed out. I immediately hit send as to not give myself too much time to rethink my decision. Now, the waiting game. I throw my phone down on the table because staring at the screen waiting for her to reply made me too anxious. Chris and Nick came and sat down with me soon after, and I didn’t dare tell them what I just did in fear they’d yell at me, or tell me I made a huge mistake. Time goes by, and we watch tv as we travel to our next show. My phone dings, and I grab it as quick as I can to open the notification.

“Woah you’re smiling big, who’s that?” Nick asks.

I’m silent for a moment. In disbelief. Smiling from ear to ear.

“It’s Y/N!’

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Thanks for reading my first Sturniolo short! Let me know if you’d want a part two! <3

UPDATE: Part 2 linked here !

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[kaisacobra]

Eyes On The Prize - Hope Mikaelson

Summary: Hope just wants you to have the best time of your life at the new Mystic Falls funfair

Warnings: Fem!reader, pure fluff

Word Count: 3.3k

Hope almost couldn't believe it when Alaric announced to the students that they would be allowed to visit the new Mystic Falls funfair.

Of course, along with the permission came an authoritative warning from the headmaster, reminding the young ones to be discreet and not to use their abilities to gain an advantage in the games, but at this point, everyone was so excited that the words of caution were barely heard.

Hope glanced to the side with a smile on her face, finding the happy expressions of her other friends who were celebrating the permission as a victory, and, of course, you, who were already exchanging looks with the girl with your own laughter.

To be honest, Hope had already planned a way to escape from Salvatore School with her group of friends as soon as she found out about the fair through Lizzie. She was supposed to sneak out at night with the Saltzman twins, Kaleb, MG, and you, who were secretly the reason why she had planned this little transgression.

The connection between the two of you was almost immediate ever since you were rescued by Alaric on one of his recruiting missions. He brought you to the boarding school so you could better control your powers, and Hope was assigned (more like forced, at the time) to give you a tour of the property.

At first, the tension between you was palpable. You could hardly look at Hope, averting your eyes shyly every time you noticed she was looking at you, and Hope was never the best at first impressions, which made her wonder how she should act around you.

But somehow, your conversation started and never stopped. In no time, you had come to understand Hope better than anyone and made her feel relaxed in a way that was normally reserved only for her family.

With time, she began to notice that she couldn't help but smile when you laughed, that you were the first person she looked for in any room, and that she completely lost focus when she looked at you because you became the only thing on her mind. Hope wasn't stupid. She knew very well that her feelings for you had crossed the line from friendship into something much more intense.

And that's why when you mentioned that you had never been to a fair after Lizzie mentioned the Mystic Falls fresh attraction, Hope took it as a personal mission to make you go and have the time of your life.

With Alaric's permission, the old plan of sneaking out and stealing two cars to get to the town was discarded, but still, the group of friends remained excited as they stepped out of the school van, catching their first glimpses of the festival's vibrant colors.

"This is so beautiful," you sighed in admiration as soon as you stepped alongside Hope. Mikaelson looked at your side profile, enjoying the way your eyes seemed to shine with the sight of countless fun possibilities awaiting you.

"It really is," Hope replied, her gaze fixed on you. She definitely wasn't talking about the decorations.

"Hey! Let's take a picture in the hall of mirrors!" Josie requested, already pulling you by the arm in that direction. You briefly glanced at Hope and signaled that you'd be back soon, causing the blue-eyed girl to decide to wait for you at the entrance.

Kaleb and MG headed toward the bumper cars, but Lizzie stayed with Mikaelson, looking at her with a teasing smile. "Are you finally going to tell y/n about your crush?"

"Shut up, Lizzie," Hope turned her head, hoping that the blonde couldn't see her blushing face. As good as Hope was at hiding her emotions most of the time, it seemed obvious to everyone that she had a little crush on you.

Everyone except you, of course.

"Ugh, you guys are so frustrating," Lizzie huffed, crossing her arms in irritation. "So, what are you going to do today? Follow her around like a lost puppy, just like at school?"

"I don't—" Hope tried to formulate an argument, her cheeks burning from the feeling of being caught. "I just want her to have fun today, that's all."

Seemingly having lost the last remnants of her patience, the blonde Saltzman grabbed Hope by the shoulders and gently shook her back and forth. "For the love of god, just do something! No one can stand you two looking at each other like you're in a 2000s teen romance movie!"

"Okay, that was very specific," Hope removed Lizzie's hands from her, but she opened a shy smile as she processed the girl's words better. "Do you think she looks at me that way too?"

The twin threw her hands up in frustration. "Jesus, what did I do to deserve this? Of course she does! Are you both blind or something?!"

Hope pondered for a few seconds. It wasn't a secret to anyone that the two of you were closer to each other than to anyone else, but the Mikaelson never thought that it could be a sign of interest on your part. She thought about the times you turned to her first to celebrate a touchdown during games against Mystic Falls, the times you went to her room in the middle of the night because you couldn't sleep, and most importantly, the times you held her hand when she needed comfort, which was more frequent than Hope would like to admit.

"What do you think I should do, exactly?" The girl asked cautiously, beginning to consider the idea of making a move on you.

Lizzie rolled her eyes and gestured around with her arms, indicating the festive environment they were in. "Look around! A funfair is a great place to have a date without it looking like a date. Seize the opportunity and, I don't know, be romantic."

"I'll give it a try," Hope smiled and nodded to the blonde. "You're actually decent at this love advice thing. I don't know why you can't use it on yourself."

"Listen here, you garden gnome—"

Before Lizzie could properly retaliate to Hope's teasing, you and Josie joined the two of them again with amused smiles on your faces. "Are you two bickering again? Don't you ever get tired of it?"

Taking advantage of the distraction caused by Josie's words, Hope moved closer to your side and linked her arm with yours, feeling the area where your skin touched growing warmer. "Want to go check out some games with me?"

You looked to the side and happily confirmed as soon as your eyes met the tribrid's. Hope began to pull you further into the festival, making sure not to look back when you turned to wave goodbye to the twins, knowing that Lizzie would have the most insufferable expression on her face.

The two of you began to venture further into the decorated streets of Mystic Falls, appreciating every detail that made the fair more vivid and exciting. The line for the Ferris wheel, glowing in shades of blue, was long, children screamed with excitement as they bumped into their friends on the bumper cars, and hundreds of people passed by you, holding candy apples or cotton candy in their hands.

"Have you been to many of these?" You started the conversation after a moment of silence. At some point, you had started holding Hope's hand to avoid getting lost in the crowd of people, not that either of you was in any hurry to let go.

"A few," Hope replied. "I used to go quite a bit in New Orleans with my family. My parents used to compete to see who could win more prizes for me at these booths."

She pointed to the game booths. Some were shooting games, others had ring tosses, others were fishing games, and there were countless other options to try your luck and win a prize. The Mikaelson turned her gaze back to you and found your gentle expression. "And who used to win?"

Hope felt her heart skip a beat with your genuine interest in her family moments. Normally, everyone else was so quick to pass judgment every time the Mikaelson name was mentioned, associating the family with their evil deeds of the past, but never you. You understood.

"My aunt Rebekah, actually," the tribrid chuckled at the memory. "But she'd pretty much compel the vendors into giving her all the prizes, so I'm not sure if that counts."

"Of course, it counts! If there weren't any explicit rules..." You shrugged playfully, which elicited a laugh from Hope. Unconsciously, she squeezed your hand a little tighter as you continued the conversation. "So, does that mean you're good at these games?"

The girl squared her shoulders, assuming a super-confident posture. "Oh, I'm more than good. Want me to teach you?"

You laughed heartily at Hope's confidence but agreed, letting her lead you to the first booth she saw, which appeared to be a high striker. She pointed to the red device decorated with yellow numbers that went up to a bell. Leaning against it was an orange hammer. "Look, all you have to do is hit the hammer on this black part hard enough to ring the bell."

"OK, sounds simple enough." You tried to reassure yourself, and Hope placed a gentle hand on your shoulder to encourage you. "I mean, I'm supernatural, right? I can handle a carnival game."

"Yes, you can," Mikaelson hyped you up as you approached the vendor, noticing that the man seemed to be holding back a laugh, as if he didn't believe you could do it.

Hope watched anxiously as you raised the hammer, preparing to apply as much force as possible in your strike. When you brought your hands down and hit the black button, Hope watched as the disk slowly rose, reaching only halfway up the game.

The man laughed when he saw your disappointed expression and took the hammer from your hands. "Oh, why do little girls still keep trying to win this? Leave it to the real men, okay? Your boyfriend can win a prize for you."

Upon hearing the comment, a wave of anger boiled Hope's blood, causing her eyes to briefly flash yellow before she could control them. Taking a few steps forward, she carefully pulled you behind her and glared at the vendor with disdain. "She doesn't need a boyfriend. I'll win it for her."

He laughed loudly and held his own belly as if he were hearing a great joke. Still looking at the tribrid with amusement, he extended the hammer to her challengingly. "Fine, then. Do your best."

You took a few steps back, giving enough space for Hope to position herself in front of the game. She had a focused expression on her face as she toyed with the hammer, switching it from one hand to the other as if she were bored. After a few more seconds, Hope quickly discarded the hammer to the side and hit the button with her hand, causing the disk to rise so fast that in less than a second, the bell was ringing.

The vendor looked back and forth between Hope and the game in shock, unable to believe the scene before his eyes. Stuttering in surprise and fear of the strength demonstrated by the girl, he awkwardly pointed to the prize shelves. "Y-you can choose."

A smug smile spread across Hope's lips as she surveyed the available stuffed animals to be taken. Crossing her arms, she turned to you and nodded towards the shelves with her chin. "Which one do you want?"

Your cheeks reddened at the gesture, and you had to look away to keep Hope from noticing you turning into a tomato. "No, you won, it's your prize."

"But I want you to have it. I already have too many stuffed animals, anyway," she insisted. "Go on. Choose."

You considered your available options, scanning through dolphins, penguins, and birds, until you finally selected a plush brown wolf that reminded you of a certain someone. "I want that one."

The vendor hurriedly picked up the plush and handed it to you, perhaps fearing what Hope might do if she lost her patience. You could swear you saw him trembling, but you didn't have much time to investigate his body language because Hope was already pulling you by the hand to another place.

"I thought we weren't allowed to use our powers," you commented with feigned innocence, giving Hope a playful look.

She responded with a feigned expression of confusion, looking up. "I have no idea what you're talking about. I'm just naturally very strong."

You snorted and playfully rolled your eyes. "Alright, Wonder Woman. Help me choose a game I can win on my own; I feel kind of humiliated here."

"I know one that will be fun," Hope pulled you to another booth. This time, yellow plastic guns were attached to the counters, and white and red targets decorated the backdrop. The two of you got closer, and Hope gestured for you to pick up one of the guns.

"The goal is to knock them all down," the tribrid pointed to the 10 standing targets. "Just aim and shoot. If you knock them all down, you win a prize."

You shrugged your shoulders in preparation and awkwardly picked up the gun with both hands. Aiming carelessly, you started shooting the foam bullets, realizing that they weren't going in the direction you expected. In the end, you huffed in frustration when you realized you had only hit 3 out of 10.

"I give up. I'm terrible at these things," you pouted and reluctantly placed the gun back on the counter. Hope chuckled softly at your frustration and in a quick motion, she trapped you between her arms, leaving both hands on either side of the plastic gun.

Using one hand, she held your left and raised your palm up, using the other to position the gun correctly for you to hold. After that, she held your right, making you hold the gun with both hands, and enveloping both of you in an accidental but very welcome hug.

Your body grew warmer every time you realized Hope's chest was pressed against your back, and your breathing was already becoming more erratic. At the same time, Hope prayed that you wouldn't be able to feel how fast her heart was beating.

"So..." Hope cleared her throat and tried to focus on the task of teaching you. "Hold it firmly like this and try to use the tip of the gun as an aim. You can look up really close and close one eye if it helps."

"And then I shoot?" You asked, trying to control your voice and speech so that nothing embarrassing slipped out accidentally.

"And then you shoot," Hope agreed in a low voice. She removed her hands from yours but remained in the same spot, choosing to cross her arms before she did something she couldn't control.

 You took a deep breath to try to regain focus. Following the tribrid's instructions, you closed one eye and tried to aim the tip of the gun's mouth at one of the targets, firing when you thought it was right.

To your surprise, the advice actually worked, and the bullet hit exactly where you had previously aimed. Repeating the actions every time, you managed to knock down all the targets and shouted in celebration when you realized you had won.

"You did it!" Hope celebrated and pulled you into a tight hug that you quickly returned. You swayed back and forth in the embrace, not wanting the moment to end, but it was interrupted by the teenager in charge of the booth, who impatiently asked which prize you had chosen.

You picked up a giant brown bear plush from the top shelf, and Hope offered to carry it for the rest of the night because, according to her, she had already proven her skill in the hammer game.

But you didn't stop there. The night was just beginning.

___

"You know, I think this is the price of greed," you said with difficulty as you climbed the steps of the Salvatore School, trying to balance the enormous amount of stuffed animals in your hands until you reached your dorm room.

A little behind you, Hope laughed. She, too, carried numerous prizes you had won during the night. "At least now you'll have plenty of company to sleep with."

"If any of these stuffed animals secretly turns into a monster and kills me in the middle of the night, I'll come back to haunt you," you joked and stopped in front of your room's door, suddenly realizing that your hands were too full to reach the keys in your pocket. "Can you use a spell to open it? I'm a bit stuck here."

With a quick hand movement before she could drop the items in her hands, Hope managed to open your door, making room for you to enter the room with quick steps to place all the plushies on the bed, relieving the weight on your arms.

Hope entered shortly after and did the same, putting her hands on her waist and containing a laugh when she saw that there were so many plushies on your bed that you could hardly see the comforter. "Yeah, I bet one of these will rebel in the middle of the night and suffocate you while you're asleep. My money's on the unicorn."

You used the pink unicorn to lightly hit her. "Wow. You won't even try to defend me, Mikaelson? How ungentlemanly of you."

The tribrid laughed with amusement, but soon her gaze softened as you locked eyes. "It's getting late, I should go."

"I had fun today. Thanks," you said, looking deep into her mesmerizing blue eyes.

"I'm glad," she replied with a shy smile, and after hesitating for a few seconds, she started to walk out of your room, wanting to give you space to rest.

When she was two steps outside your room, you suddenly stood up impulsively and called her. "Hope! Wait!"

She stopped when she heard your voice, turning around with anticipation. "Yes?"

"I just wanted to give you something. You won all these things for me at the fair, and I didn't get anything for you," you fumbled with your fingers, feeling a bit embarrassed.

Hope was quick to put your concerns to rest. "Relax. I just wanted you to have a good night. That's enough reward for me."

You blushed at her comment and in an unthinking, impulsive decision, you planted a kiss on Hope's cheek, so close to her mouth that you practically felt the tips of her lips meet yours. As you pulled away, a huge smile threatened to spread across your face. "Good night, Hope."

Seeing your room's door closing in front of her, Hope gave up trying to control her face from turning extremely red and let out a happy giggle. She touched the spot where your lips had just touched with the tips of her fingers, and her mind replayed the moment over and over again.

She sighed happily and practically skipped back to her own room. Thank goodness there was no one else in the hallway, or Hope's reputation as the scary tribrid would be seriously at risk.

That night, Hope dreamed of an alternate reality where she had moved just a few inches to the side, and you had actually kissed. She dreamed about the taste your lips would have and how you would hold her during the kiss.

But this dream didn't seem so unattainable to Hope anymore. Maybe she'd try it tomorrow.

#hope mikaelson x reader #hope mikaelson #tvd #tvdu #tvdu x reader #legacies #legacies x reader #tvd x reader #tvd x you #hope mikaelson imagine

[mr-spotatohead]

-Reality Tunnel.-

Welcome Home x Human!Reader

Words: 2,919

|Contains: Swearing.|

Synopsis: You work in a museum dedicated to a famous puppet show from the 60s to the 70s. Strangely enough, you never stay in this place until it gets dark. And when you did, you didn't expect to have seen what was an exhibition become real.

You sighed lightly as you finished typing on your workplace computer. When you entered this job, you thought it would be more fun to work in a place that contained a story from an old TV show with children's puppets. But still, it wasn't exhausting, that was a bonus. You took your eyes off the blue screen and looked at the people walking past you after having visited the tour of the old place where the scenes were shot. Your older family members had already seen this show, they had watched it as children, but you, unfortunately, did not get to see any of it. Ironic, since you work at the location where you have all the information about what the show was like.

Some loud laughter made you lift your head to see what was going on next door, it was just your co-workers who do the tour around the museum, laughing about things you weren't too keen to find out. You watched them and then decided to get your bottle of water in your favorite color, the refreshing liquid made your dry throat feel better after a busy afternoon. You looked to your side and saw the empty chair of one of your colleagues who had finished their shift a long time ago. Alex was their name, friendly but very quiet. Any information that one of the tourists needed, you had to speak instead of them. Not that it was a problem. It rarely happened. "Dear?" You lifted your head, which was in your hand. You noticed the presence of an older woman. "Oh, hi Evelyn." You said smiling lightly at the lady in a more basic outfit. Ah, Evelyn was the cleaning woman in the place, you were the one who made friends with her the quickest because of the number of times you had forgotten your things in the place and she had found them. The old woman smiled at you and looked at your things on the table. "Darling, what are you still doing here?" she asked, watching your calm expression change. Still here? What? You looked at the place. It was empty, you should have finished your shift by now, but you were still drifting off in your own thoughts. "O-Oh, I didn't even see the time pass!" You started to take your things and put them in your backpack. The most important items mainly. Evelyn giggled lightly and waved her hand at you. "I almost lock you in here." She said jokingly. You grin lightly at the old woman who watched you leave some important things behind. "Oh, don't forget to get your jacket, your bottle, and your keys." The old woman begins to lift each finger to how many things you accidentally left behind, you took the jacket in hand and put it on. "Jacket ready." The elderly woman hummed and looked at your bottle in hand, you lifted it up and put it inside your backpack. "Bottle already put away." And lastly you picked up your keys and lifted it. "Keys already in hand."

Then Evelyn stopped you before you could continue. "Isn't there something else missing?" The old woman asked you and you paused, innocently turning your head sideways. Evelyn just looked down at your desk and you followed her vision. Oh, it was your door access card. "Oh! Ahah, thank you!" You left your keys on the table to lift your backpack off the floor and then saw Evelyn start walking forward. You quickly grabbed your card and the backpack and ran to the exit along with the elderly woman. Smiling as you walked out the doorway. "Have a good night, Evelyn!" You waved to the elderly woman who returned the nod. You jogged over to your motorcycle, which unfortunately was further away from the place. Unfortunately the motorcycle parking space was hard to find around the museum, so you walked along the road until you reached your motorcycle, where there were also some motorcycles. But because it was late, the street was empty. You sighed content to finish your shift and finally go home, eat something warm and watch something under the covers. You daydreamed and reached into your pockets for your motorcycle keys to finally get to… to… You widened your eyes slightly. You fumbled in your left pocket, feeling only your card inside. You checked your other pocket. With your shoulders slumped now, you felt only bitterness. "Son of a bitch." You grunted angrily, you turned around and started running towards the museum again. Your face containing only resentment for having made the same mistake AGAIN. You mentally cursed yourself. You grabbed the keys! You had them in your hands! You could only hope that Evelyn hadn't left yet. But getting close to the museum and seeing the closed doors made you grunt louder for bad luck. But you sighed and remembered that sometimes, when there are still people in the museum, they use a side door that requires a card. You could only hope that your employee card would work on this door. Running to the side of the structure, you spotted the door, which contained a mechanism on the side, which you could only think was where the card went. Fingers crossed, you swiped the card, and then heard a 'blip'. Raising your eyebrows as you saw the door unlock, you smiled at your luck. Wasting no time, you went inside the place, it was dark, except for the lights that were turned on in the exhibitions. You ran straight to the front tables and began to search quickly for your keys. Were you breaking in? Maybe….. But if you were quick, it never happened. But you began to get stressed by not finding your keys anywhere. You remember the last time you were here, keys in hand, with Evelyn and-

Then you heard the sound of metal hitting each other in the deepest parts of the museum. You stopped your breath when you heard the sound of keys. You raised your head in the direction of the sound and it seemed to be in the most isolated area of the museum sessions. You heard the sound begin to drift away.

"Evelyn?" You called out, perhaps the old lady would not have left as soon as you thought. Maybe she had stayed to sort some things out? You left the tables and followed the sound, going further into the museum. You called Evelyn's name again, but got no answer. Entering corridors and exiting rooms, you stopped at the end of a wing under construction. You realized that it was the old parts of the old studio. They were being renovated for tourist viewing. It was all dark, but you could see a door on the other side opening and closing.

It was bright on the other side of that door. You quickly made your way inside this dark, empty wing. You couldn't see any silhouettes of any kind, except the door that you got close enough to see. Stopping in your tracks, you felt a revulsion in your stomach. It was as if it told you not to turn that knob. You frowned and sighed as you reached for the doorknob. You opened it and the brightness on the other side blinded you in a way you weren't expecting. "What the…?" You covered your face with your arms and then opened your eyes slightly, seeing everything blurry, and everything very…. Colorful? You blinked a few times and lowered your arms, letting your eyes absorb all the information in front of you. Your eyes after getting used to the bright light, you couldn't help but stare, awestruck by what you were seeing. Your head turned several different ways, looking at the houses, the trees, the colorful floor tiles, the clear blue sky. You were seeing in front of you an exact version of the show Welcome Home. Only everything was giant and real.

Wait, real? It wasn't possible, you must be dreaming, hallucinating. You looked back and the darkness was still behind you, you looked forward, letting your head cross to the other side, noticing how the door was literally in the middle of nowhere. You frowned in confusion. But when your eyes reached the ground. You noticed that a few feet away were your keys. You noticed your keys were on this other side of the world, simply on the floor. You bit on the inside of your cheek and nervously decided to step into this place with its extremely saturated colors. Taking small steps. You reached for your key and bent down, noticing how shiny and polished the floor tiles were. The place was quite beautiful and extravagant. But it was too much for you.

Then standing up as you turned back around, you wanted to get out of there as fast as possible, pausing quickly as you noticed a fatal mistake. One thing that was missing.

You turned around and were met with only the street and a few more colorful trees.

You gripped your keys tightly as you noticed the missing entrance from where you entered. Your eyes searched the entire place, but there was no sign of the door. Your breath rose and you looked back at the small neighborhood. This was definitely not what you wanted to do after your shift.

You noticed that there was a road, you looked both ways, and the sinister thing was that both sides made the road extend to where you could no longer see, same thing with the colorful trees. It was bizarre. You then noticed a butterfly passing near you, your eyes watched it, and it flew with the breeze into the neighborhood. The only place that would have things inside… Putting your keys in your pocket, you decided to investigate what was inside. Maybe you would find your key thief. But not holding out much hope, you began to walk into the neighborhood. Looking carefully at the store next door and the post office. They seemed closed, are all the houses empty too? You walked until you reached the middle. Looking at the red house, strangely it seemed to have eyes. You ignored it and kept walking to the right. Not noticing the fact that the house was staring at you until you were out of sight. You kept walking along the colorful tile, passing a house- uh, a decorated barn. Strangely enough, a good smell coming from it. It smelled like a freshly baked pie. You kept walking until you came near a house with sky decorations and- "OH MY STARS!" You almost choked on your saliva as you heard someone screaming behind you. You turned around, surprise on your face. And then your face got even more expressive after you saw who was there. The girl in the overalls dropped the box of ornaments from her hands and dropped it on the floor because she was surprised to see you.

You however just watched this star person. You remember the names of some of the characters, and clearly the one in front of you was Sally. A character from the show. Real, and right in front of you.

You didn't have the strength to say anything, just watch carefully for this fictional character interacting with you. Sally pressed her rosy cheeks together at the sight of you, making her mouth in an 'o' shape, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Oh my!" Sally then put her hands over her mouth as she noticed her loud tone of voice.

She soon removed her hands from her mouth and began, "You, are you our new neighbor??!" She asked loud enough for you to hear. When you heard that, for some reason, you finally managed to speak back. "Me? No! Not at all-" Sally then looked at you and waved her hands in front of her. "Oh come on! You don't have to keep it a secret, you-" Sally interrupted herself as an idea popped into her mind.

"OOHH, I have to tell Wally! He's the one who takes care of this!" Sally soon started to run backwards, soon braking hard and looking at you with a smile. "Hold on there! I'll be right back!!!" And then the girl continued running away, precisely to the red house in the center.

You began to despair internally. Feeling a little exposed by the neighborhood. You started to walk and run away. Afraid to see what would happen after that. You walked straight through the forest next to the post office and decided to go back to see if the door would be there. You had a view of the road. And no door. Snorting loudly, you put your hand on your head. Staring at the ground. But what was going on anyway? Where were you? Why is this happening to you? Suddenly, someone walks by the corner of the post office and almost hits you, well, technically this person did hit you, but only in the arm as you went straight past. You paused, instinctively raising your head to see who it was. "Oh, jeez. You okay, friend?" The somewhat monotone voice asked, not loudly. You felt a hand lightly grasp your arm. You looked up at the person, or rather being. The man with a smile on his face looked into your eyes, and you have never seen in your life someone change expression as quickly as that one. You definitely knew this one. The protagonist of the show. Wally Darling.

Although you had seen drawings of this character with a friendly smile, you definitely didn't want to be the person who saw the look he was giving you at that moment.

The same could perhaps be said for Wally, for your facial expression at seeing him was not one of the happiest to behold either.

You couldn't tell for how long you stared at him, but you noticed how he moved closer to you, his eyes intense and focused only on yours. You swallowed hard. Not liking the situation at all. Wally then opened his mouth and after seconds said seriously. "You're not from around here." The only thing you could do was nod your head slowly, a little terrified and surprised that he would notice. Or maybe not, you clearly didn't suit that place. "I'm not…" You finally broke eye contact to look at your arm that was in the puppet's hand…? Thankfully, the man in blue let go of you, making you more comfortable with not being stuck in the place. "Although…" Wally began, his voice a little more subtle and not serious as before. The puppet put his hands together and put a smile on his face. Still with his eyes on you. "If you got in… Then that means you must belong here." You took two steps back, glancing at the man in blue in front of you. Ignoring a little what he was saying because your mind was so confused, you just wanted to get the hell out of there. But it seemed no one was going to help you. So maybe the protagonist knows what's going on? When you had this idea you went to open your mouth to talk about how you would get back to your place, since he realized that you didn't belong there, you were interrupted by him taking your hands. Raising your eyebrows you looked at Wally, who was smiling contentedly. "Well, welcome, neighbor! I hope you enjoy your new stay." How did you get into this situation? . . . "Wait, I don't think you understand." You tried to explain your situation to the puppet who clearly wasn't listening to you, ironic though he didn't want to take his eyes off you. "I'm not from here. I can't get out. I don't want to stay." You said stopping your steps. You were being 'forced' to walk with Wally to your new stay. And it was a real challenge to show him what 'I don't want to stay' means. "Nonsense! You wouldn't even be here if you didn't have your keys!" Wally turned to you, with a slight smile. The puppet just found it amusing to see you making irritated expressions after his explanations. "I-! I don't have any keys. I don't want to live here." If you weren't insane to see this place. Then you will be in trying to explain something in this place. "Silly neighbor! Of course you do." Wally looked at you with half-lidded eyes, you frowned, and then he finally took his eyes off you, to look in your pants pocket, and then continued to look at you. You thought this was strange and quickly put your hand inside your pants, feeling for your keys.

You looked at the puppet frowning as he watched you smiling. Pulling out your keys, you noticed something you didn't have on your normal keys. A large letter of your initial as a keychain. "Wha-?" The man in blue moved from your side and pulled out a proper key, with a letter W as a keychain on his keys. "We each have those keys in the neighborhood. And so do you." No fucking way. "Now, may we continue? I would love to introduce you to the others. Although Sally has already started spreading the news." Wally laughed monotonously and continued to take you to your 'home'.

Your new stay? No fucking way. You're getting out of this place for sure.

-Heyyy another Wally story, theres more parts of this one for sure, idk I like the idea that you could just walk into the welcome home world like nothing. BTW the flower that I used, Dahlia, means change.-

@elegantkidfansoul

#welcome home #wally darling wh #wally darling welcome home #wally darling fanfic #welcome home fanfic #welcome home wally #welcome home x reader #welcome home x you #welcome home self insert #wally darling x you #wally darling x reader #wally darling x y/n #welcome home x y/n

[th3casscad3]

Time Gone Wrong??

After Rummaging Through Your Dusty Old Attic, You Found A Box Full Of Your Grandparents Things From The 1930's. Curious, You Touch A Watch That Leads You Back To Its Time. Suddenly, You Find Yourself Standing On The Sidewalk Dressed In 1930's Fashion.. Warnings/Triggers: Dark Humor, Time Error, Going Back In Time, Time Traveling, Serial Killer Radio Host, G!N Reader. Characters: 3, 568 ************************************************************************ It Was A Boring Weekend, Around The Time Of Spring Cleaning. So Today, You Decided To Tackle Through Your Attic, You Figured You Could Turn It Into Something New. So, As You Were Going Through And Cleaning Out Old Boxes You Found A Box With Your Grandparents Name On It. Curious, You Decide To Pause Your Cleaning And Take The Box Downstairs To Your Living Room. You Find Picture Albums, Jewelry, Letters, And What Seemed To Be An Old Pocket Watch. However, It Held A Name You Didn't Recognized. You Read The Name Aloud " Alastor, 1930's. " You Admired The Silver Watch. It Had A Beautiful Silver Chain Connected To It And It Seemed To Be In Delicate Shape. When You Opened The Watch Up You Were Suddenly Sleepy. You Closed Your Eyes For A Quick Second. When You Opened Your Eyes Again You Found Yourself Outside..? You Were On The Sidewalk Passing People Who Were Dressed In 1930's Attire. Strange, You Thought. You Looked Down At Your Hand To Find The Watch Still In. You Placed It Around Your Neck. Thats When You Caught A Full Glimpse Of Your Attire, You Were Dressed Head To Toe In 1930 Apparel. " What The Fu- " You Said But You Were Suddenly Cut Off With The Laughter Of A Man. You Looked Up To See A Tall Man Standing In Front Of You. He Wore A White Buttoned Shirt With A Brown Vest And Bow Tie. His Bottoms Were Black Slacks And Dress Down Shoes. You Noticed He Wore Black Gloves. He Had Honey Skin And Beautiful Chocolate Eyes. He Wore Round Glasses And His Hair Was A Dusty Brown Color. " Pardon Me, I Had To Interrupt Your Little Breakdown But I Believe You Are Wearing My Pocket Watch, Yes..? " He Wore A Wide Smile And Stuck Out His Hand. You Simply Blinked At Him With A Dumbfounded Expression. " Are You Alastor 1930's? " You Blurted Out, A Bit Louder Than You Had Hoped. " Why, The One And Only! You Might Have Heard Of Me From My Radio Show! " His Smile Grew As So Did His Hand. " Now, Be A Dear And Hand Me Back What's Mine. " You Nodded And Gave Him Back His Watch. Something About This Man Put A Weird Smile On Your Face. You Noticed Him About To Leave When Suddenly You Asked " Wait, Alastor! Do You Mind Showing Me Around. I'm Quite New Here. " You Gave A Nervous Smile, Not Wanting To Be Alone In A Unfamiliar Place. Alastor Smiled And Wrapped Your Arm Around His, Guiding You Around The Town " Why You Must Have Came Here After The Stock Market Crash Of 1929! My It Was A Real Limb Pulling Experience, Ha Ha Ha! " You Gave Out A Laugh, Finding His Dark Sense Of Humor Funny. You Couldn't Help But Crack A Joke Of Your Own. " My, I Have Many Jokes About Unemployed People. Sadly, None Of Them Work! " Alastor Blurted Out With Laughter, He Then Spoke With A Wheeze " Wait Wait! How About This One, You're Not Completely Useless.. You Can Serve As A Bad Example!! " You And Alastor Both Found Yourself In A Fit Of Laughter. You Had Both Been Pulling So Many Joked You Didn't Even Realize You Had Finished The Tour. However, You Weren't Quite Ready For The Fun To End Yet. Just Then, A Question Popped Into Your Head. " Hey, You Wouldn't Happen To Know (Grandparents Name) Do You? " He Then Smiled Brightly And Nodded His Head Yes. " But Of Course! They Are Quite The Company, Such Good Fellows. Always Helping Me "Drop The Load" If You Know What I Mean! " " Quite, I'd Say They've Always Known How To "Kick The Bucket", Say You Wouldn't Mind If I "Crashed" At Your Place. " You Answered With A Sly Grin. " Why, Of Course Not. Say, Did You Hear About The Guy Who Got His Left Side Chopped Off..? He's All Right Now! "

#alastor #radio demon #alastor x reader #alastor x y/n #hazbin hotel fanfiction #dark humor #human alastor #time travel

[nekomacheercaptain]

Here is the very first contribution of mine for me and @hawkix dilf event collaboration!

Corazon discovers your potty mouth when he has to use ‘silence’ on you around some kids and when you’re alone he innocently tells you what a filthy mouth you have. You go somewhere private to show him just how dirty that mouth of yours can be…

Pairing: Corazon x fem! Reader

Rating: explicit mature content (18+), NSFW

Word count: 1,9K

Content: cursing, makeout session, blowjob, dirty talk, praise kink

Tagging those who wanted to be notified for our dilf event: @standfucker @zoros-sheath @mamaalpha @unsuretater-simp

The nerve of your stupid captain. Forcing you to go on a mission overseas to seduce some pathetic nobles for his stupid business plans. Alone.

And his poor brother was stuck with you ranting as you walked around the city together, luckily the island you were visiting offered a rather pretty view and sweet inhabitants. Speaking of sweet inhabitants, Rosinante noticed your path lead to a park filled with innocent children playing in sand, on swings and climbing in trees. And with your increasingly building frustration and nasty words, he couldn’t help but sweat as you got closer, the children’s laughter and voices growing louder with each step.

“Your brother is nothing but an egotistical fuck of a man, you know that?”

Oh shit. His eyes widened at your language, trying to shush you, but trying to silence a woman’s rage about her boss exploiting her body? Good luck.

“Literally forcing me out on a new mission just so that some disgusting men can stare at my tits! What the FU-“

And you were too close to the children for Rosinante’s comfort, who now had armpit-stains from sweating out his feelings, quickly snapping his finger while desperately whispering a little ‘silent’. And for once his luck didn’t stab him in the back, listening to you continue your rant, shocked at everything coming out of your mouth.

“Stupid idiot motherfucking Doflamingo god damn fool ugly looking ass booze drinking old bastard shithead idiot avatar of the whore biggest clown in the circus laughed out of town city boy motherfucking Doflamingo-”

After all the time he had known you, a potty mouth was not an adjective he would have used to describe you. At least that’s what he had thought until his brother brought out this new side.

Listening intently with profound humor and slight shock, the two of you continued your tour around the city before you found yourselves completely alone at the inn he insisted on renting for the night. And you couldn’t really protest as you were sick of sharing a room with multiple other people on the ship. And his heavy shoulders fell and became light as he could finally allow himself to relax. Well, not before hitting his face in the doorframe when he walked into the room, falling in the hallway. 

And you couldn’t help but laugh at his fall, not able to stop until he had plastered himself next to you on the bed, sure he wouldn’t fall (again). While brushing off dust from his coat, you were blessed to hear his deep baritone finally without any interruption.

“You have a filthy mouth, you know?” and sweet, poor Rosinante hadn’t thought of anything inappropriate with his comment. Because it was true. You did have a filthy mouth. And his brows knitted ever so slightly together in confusion when you gave him a small smirk, a playful spark illuminating your eyes.

“You have no idea, babe”

And oh how fun was it to see him crumble, blush rising to color his cheeks a bright pink as his eyes widened at you. It got even worse when you leaned in closer, placing a hand on his thigh, feeling his muscles tense beneath your touch as you smiled up at him. Not even a trace of anything goofy on your face. Just pure adoration as you seeked his flickering eyes not knowing where to look; your beautiful smile, your sparkling eyes, your small hand on his leg-

“Want me to show you just how filthy it can get?”

And that was enough for his eyes to meet yours, the blush radiating off his ears at your question. He gulped loudly, shifting nervously on the bed. You couldn’t possibly have said that?

“What?”

Your hands reached for the ends of his hood to pull his face down to yours, a small gasp leaving him before the familiar taste of smoke and lipstick were on your lips. It didn’t take long before his massive hands carefully placed themselves on your back, pushing you closer to him, making you giggle against his mouth. And between heavy breaths, you managed to utter words against his increasingly eager lips, his slick tongue swiping curiously over your bottom lip.

You don’t mind?

“Fuck,” he groaned against you in response, hissing when one of your hands palmed him through his pants, “Oh god no!”.

Pulling away from him left you a beautiful sight; Rosinante’s flushed face confused at the sudden coldness meeting his lips, a small string of saliva the only trace of connection between the two of you.

“So you’re sure, Rosi?” and you pushed harder against his growing cock, biting your lip when he opened his eyes to look at you in disbelief, “You want me to show just how filthy I can get?”.

His eyes flickered from your eyes to the hand palming him over his pants, chest heaving as he made his choice. And he gulped before answering you, his cock twitching beneath your grasp.

“Yes, please,” and it didn’t take you long before you placed yourself on your knees before him on the floor, your hands eagerly unbuckling his belt and freeing his cock from its restraints. And he would never grow tired of your cute gasp each time you saw his size, like it was the very first time all over again.

“I always forget just how big you are,” your voice held a tinge of amazement that had him sink deeper into the bed, spreading his legs wider for you as his hands were already busy covering his face in embarrassment, “and how you always leave me with my legs shaking when we’re done”.

Your gentle giant could only groan as sparks were ignited where your hands went to caress the exposed skin of his abdomen, before his heavy cock was in your grasp. With a small smirk you teased the head of his cock with your tongue, eagerly awaiting for the delicious sounds he always made. Who needed music when he orchestrated an entire symphony of joy on his own?

And there it was - a loud groan reverberated in the room as you licked over his sensitive head, minimal pressure was all it needed for him to sing for you.

“Oh you’re always so sensitive, baby,” you giggled up at him, one of your hands starting a shallow rhythm barely moving from his base with a strong grip. Just as he liked it, “You’ve missed my mouth, hm? That’s why you rented this room, isn’t it, Rosi?”.

The smile you gave him was vicious, and he could barely hold himself together at the view between his fingers - his cock covering most of your face, your tongue worshiping his glans, while your hand barely fit any of his girth. Rosinante elicited the most beautiful whimper, making you almost moan at the sudden heat rushing to your core.

“I’ve missed it, too, you know,” your voice became low, and you placed kisses along his length, “your dick is so pretty, and fuck it’s so big”.

Your kisses turned into licks, until your face was turned and your rubbed him with your lips, feeling the salty taste of his cock on your tongue as you groaned against his girth in appreciation, your hand falling to play with his sack.

“Oh god!”

He could feel your smile against him at his reaction as his arms suddenly fell behind him in support, his entire face suddenly on display for you. His beautiful, bashful face looked down at you like you were the most divine creature to ever roam this earth. As if you could be anything but.

You went back to licking up and down his length, before placing your mouth on his tip, letting saliva drip onto him.

“I love you, Rosi,” you smiled up at him, his brows knitted in both focus and of pleasure, mouth gaping open to catch his breath.

“I-I love you too,” and he was so sweet. And sounded divine when your wet lips enveloped his tip in a warm embrace, stretching around his massive girth. He hissed at the sensation, knuckles turning white when he clutched the sheets in his fists.

“Y/n!” your name fell from his lips in a desperate whimper, like a prayer he was afraid wouldn’t get through to the higher powers.

With all your might you took him in further before bobbing your head, spit escaping past your lips to make it easier for you. One of your hands played eagerly with his testicles while the other pumped the rest of his length which could only dream of feeling the hot cavity of your mouth.

The gentle giant could only watch in admiration and keen you on with his sounds as he saw a glaze cover your eyes the more of him you fit. And you looked so incredibly pretty with his cock stuffed into your mouth and your small hand trying to grasp around him in a pathetic attempt.

“You look so beautiful, sweetheart,” he moaned down at you, his deep baritone making your cunt grow a heartbeat, feeling yourself get uncomfortably hot, “such a -ngh- good girl!”.

He knew you were a sucker for praise - just as he was. Moans vibrated through his length from you, forcing him to take a sharp inhale as you started a quick rhythm up and down his cock, giving him no time to recover. Ignoring all the drool that ran down your chin, you only used it as lube for your hands, abandoning his sack as you decided two hands working his massive size was a wiser choice. And oh what an amazing decision.

Rosinante couldn’t help but buck his hips subconsciously into your heat, chasing the release he was coming closer to with each of your precious movements. His heart pounded in his chest as tears welled up in your eyes and small sounds of your gags, chokes and cries reached his ears. You took him so well, your fingers and palms gripping his cock as hard as they could to grant him the friction he needed.

“Oh fuck, baby, god, s’good!” he was an earnest and shy man when he was close, uttering only small sentences, sometimes only words. And other times words that were pure gibberish, proof of how well your mouth knew him. How well you knew him, and how you guided and helped him to the euphoria only you could.

And with a few more thrusts into your mouth and pumps of your hands, Rosinante shut his eyes closed and threw his head back with a guttural moan. Hot spurts of his seed shot down your throat, and the excess mixing in with the drool already hanging from your chin. You pulled off of him when it all became too much, gasping for air while trying to swallow all he had to give you, while Rosinante came down from the glorious high you had provided him.

While the both of you were catching your breaths, you rested your head against his knee and his hand soothed over your hair while he wore a lazy smile. 

God he loved you so much. And glad he rented this room, planning on returning the favor as soon as you were ready to continue.

Yes there is a Magnus Archives quote used lmao it was too funny not to include

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[indie-summer]

twisted

for @cycleprompttuesday

prompt: color

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It was all João Almeida’s fault.

Or at least that is what Jonas thinks when he finds himself standing on a Twister mat, right next to Tadej Pogačar.

Despite Jonas’ objections, João insisted that, of course, five could play this game. Then he took the role of referee, safely away from all the messy contortions that were bound to happen, and made the other four take places on the mat.

Now, Jonas has his right foot on a yellow circle, left foot on the green one. Tadej is on his right, Cian and Juan stand on the opposite side. Then João starts bossing them around.

“Right foot, blue.”

Actually, this was Juan Ayuso’s fault.

Had Juan not started to mess around with the (mostly abandoned) hotel game room, he wouldn’t have found all those board games. The Twister box looks as old as Jonas, and that is saying something—he is the eldest of the men playing the game. Twister is for kids, and for the life of him, Jonas can’t remember why he accepted to take any part in it.

Now, Jonas and Tadej try to go for the same blue spot. Tadej places his right foot there first. He grins at Jonas, who has to think fast and drag his foot to the nearest vacant blue circle. Jonas tells himself the rush of adrenaline comes from his weird competitiveness, and not from the touch of their bare feet.

He doesn’t even acknowledge what Cian and Juan are doing on the other side of the mat, when João says, “Right hand, yellow.”

After giving it some thought, it was all Cian Uijtdebroeks’ fault.

Because Cian was so young—therefore, so full of energy on this second rest day of the Tour. Cian also longed for having friends in the peloton, and Jonas took him under his wing. Much like Jonas, Cian felt most comfortable around his own team. But unlike Jonas, he looked for acceptance elsewhere, too. Juan was a nice kid, so when he invited Cian over for game night at the UAE hotel, Jonas said to his younger teammate, sure, you should go, it’ll be fun. And when Cian confessed that the idea of going alone made him feel a little embarrassed and too self-conscious, Jonas said, fine, I’ll go with you, I’ll stay just for a little bit.

Now, he deeply regrets this.

He easily lowers his hand to the yellow circle next to his foot. Then realizes that Tadej took the spot available… well, right between Jonas’ legs.

Jonas is familiar with that hand, from the lines and freckles to the long fingers and short nails. He can’t see it, but knows there’s a wound on the palm, from that minor crash last week. He remembers the feeling of the scabs against his skin.

Right now, Jonas really can’t reflect on that hand between his legs, so he looks around to see what the others are doing. Juan seems to be in a comfortable position, his hand right next to Jonas’, a boyish smile on his face. Cian is all contorted on the mat, his face out of sight, but hopefully having fun.

“Left hand, green,” João says.

Ultimately, this was all Jan Tratnik’s fault.

After all, Cian wouldn’t even be in France with the team had Jan not fallen ill a week before the grand départ. It was a minor cold—not serious enough to get anyone worried, but just that he had to give away his spot in the Tour squad.

Jan was really frustrated at that outcome, but surely not as much as Jonas is at the moment, when he has to stay on all fours before Tadej.

He immediately lowers his left hand to claim the nearest green circle. He feels more than sees when Tadej reaches for the one right next to it, his arm stretching between Jonas’ legs. Tadej laughs at their awkward positions, then laughs even harder when Juan falls to the floor.

Jonas is still recovering from the sound of Tadej’s laughter when Juan gets pulled out of the game by João, who loses no time before spinning the needle again.

“Right hand, red.”

To be honest, it was Tadej’s fault.

None of this would be awkward at all, if only Tadej hadn’t knocked on Jonas’ door a week earlier, on the eve of the first rest day.

That night, Jonas could not even feign surprise at the sight of Tadej at his doorstep. Tadej didn’t need to voice what he wanted; the desire in his eyes said it all.

Today, Jonas tries his hardest to reach for any red circle, but his balance is compromised. He slips to the side, collapsing on the mat, right on top of Tadej’s arm. He accidentally takes Tadej to the floor with him, and Cian wins the game.

Cian throws his fists into the air and celebrates as if he had won a race. João ceremonially claps his hands, but the mockery is friendly. Jonas knows that Cian’s bright smile is not about the victory—it’s about the sense of belonging.

Jonas feels it, too, when he quickly exchanges glances with Tadej.

Jonas calls it a night, but encourages Cian to stay. Cian agrees and promises it’ll be just for a little longer. Juan takes the spinner from João’s hand and announces that, this time, he will be the referee. João pouts, but takes his place on the mat. Tadej tells them that, if Jonas is going to have an early night, so should he, too. The others protest, but Tadej still follows Jonas out of the game room.

As soon as the door closes behind them, they openly stare at each other for a beat. Tadej doesn’t need to voice what he wants; the softness in his eyes says it all.

Jonas takes Tadej’s hand and lets him guide him to his room.

Really, Jonas has no one but himself to blame for any of this.

And he’s not sorry at all.

#cycling rpf #pogagaard #tadejonas #cycle prompt tuesday #prompt: color #not beta read #i wasn’t going to ask someone to beta my flash fic so all mistakes are my own #non native english speaker here #so be gentle please #wtf is a preposition #wtf are verb tenses

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Oddly Specific 141 Head-Cannons.

Warnings: all fluff actually! Mentions of alcohol!

Authors Note: I kinda wrote this in a like? Past view point? If that makes sense. Lots of “he’d” and “you’d” sounds better this way (IMO of course babies) THIS IS GENDER NEUTRAL!!

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Ghost 💀

-Ghost Is the type of guy to wear Those plaid red and black pajamas bottoms, paired of course with a black wife beater. When he wakes up after sleeping in all day, he’ll just stand in the middle of the living room, eyes still half way closed, smacking his lips every now and then, while his hands are scrunching up the pants where his knees are. His hair is messed up. Like so messed up, his little punk mullet Mohawk thing is going left and right at the same time. He looks lost almost. Trying to find you even though you’re just in the kitchen trying to figure out why the kettle won’t work.

“Aww! Did you sleep well baby?” You’d Coo at him, walking over to the giant, sleepy baby. “Are you sleepy still?” He’d nod his head, gently sniffling “you little baby…you’re so sleepy” you’d cup his face, standing on your tippy toes to place a kiss on his nose. How can such a high ranking man, succumb to such a sweet yet powerful lover. Easy. You’re just good like that.

“Okay, let’s go wash your face and we can have breakfast, sound good?” You’d hold his hand, walk him over to the bathroom where you’d wash his face for him. He deserved the babying.

Soap 🧼

-Soap Who’s so good at drawing for some odd reason. Back at home, he has all the supplies he’d ever need. His favorite is his medium sized sketch book and a good mechanical pencil. Of course he’d keep around an extra eraser. You’d often find him sitting on the roof, drawing whatever came to mind. His little earbuds in, head booping gently to the music, fingers tapping on the roof tile.

“Boo!” You cant scare him for your life, but it’s fun to try. He’d smile up at you, eyes fluttering and flashing. Damn, he’s a good flirt when he isn’t even trying. “What chu drawing, hawk man?” He’d give you a tiny smile for his stupid nickname. “I’m drawing you”

He’d turn his stupid little sketch book towards you, but instead of a picture of you, it was a drawing of a goblin running away with some gold. You’d glare at him. It would turn into a stare, before you break out into laughter, arms falling onto his shoulders to pull him into a hug. He makes you laugh. A lot.

Price 🥃

-Price who has a Great alcohol bottle collection. It spans so many varieties of alcohol, some stuff you’ve never seen in your life. They’re bottles with long necks, short necks, bottles shaped as pineapples, coconuts, dragons even. All are colored sorted and most are filled. It’s his proud little obsession. Everyone and anyone who’s steps foot into your house is getting a little tour of them.

Coming Home, you gently call out his name, waiting for him to respond. Quirking his head up, he stepped off the stool a bit “I’m in the kitchen, Dear!.” You’d walk in, place a couple bags on the table and stare at him with your arms crossed and head cocked to the side.

He was dusting his bottles off that sat on top of the cabinets.

“Oh so you’re finally doing some sort of cleaning around the house?” You quipped, cocking an eyebrow. “Hey! I do clean…” he’d say, sounding almost suspicious of himself.

Gaz 🦦

-Gaz who is absolutely obsessed with animals. You guys have two cats and they are his world. You’d often find him crouched down, both hands aggressively stroking the two cats backs in the middle of the night. They love it so much. They purr so loudly around him he’s constantly feeding them all the treats in the world. You scold him constantly for it. The cats are getting fatter…

Back home, at his parents place, they have a dog and everyone’s pretty sure the dog likes him more then his actual owners. Every-time Gaz is around, the pitt can’t help, but have so many zoomies it’s unbelievable. Gaz likes to speak to him and the cute pitty likes to “speak” back.

“Oh aren’t you just adorable. Aren’t you? Such a good boy, you’re the bestest boy” Gaz cooed, hands flopping its ears around. The dog would howl back at him, making funny noises. “Yes you are, look at you, are you singing? Ya? You singing the best song”

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3 MONTHS LATER

"I'll be home for Christmas, you can count on me…" It filters through the pocket radio perched on my bathroom vanity as I finish off my lipstick, taking one last look at my curled hair in the mirror, my stomach turning as I let out a breath, clearing my throat and practicing my smile a couple times, dreading leaving the comfort of my bathroom.

"You're such a dork, Viv, why're you so nervous?" I snap at myself in a whisper, trying to catch my breath that runs further and further from me the longer I think about my husband waiting in the living room.

"Viv?" Mandy's voice calls from the other side of the door and I'm trying to snap out of it.

"Yeah?"

"You're ten minutes behind schedule." She politely reminds me like I had asked her to when I started getting ready.

"I'm coming." I tell her, turning off the radio and inhaling deeply, breathing it out and opening the door, meeting the step-mother of my baby boy. "Are you sure you guys will be alright staying so late? I really don't want to be a bother – "

" – Vivian, me and Duff have the baby. You go have some fun and relax." She assures me, and I hear Duff laughing in the living room, no doubt amused by our son.

"Okay." I say, swallowing the lump in my throat before pulling my heels on as she slips out of my room.

I follow once my shoes are on, stepping through the masses of Christmas decorations before walking past the kitchen, getting to the living room.

A Charlie Brown Christmas is on the T.V., and Duff's on the cream colored carpet with the baby in a t-shirt and boxers, blowing against the bottom of his little foot, getting him to kick and squeal as a big toothless smile comes to his face.

I watch the exchange, my heart further tugging at the idea of leaving him, but glancing at Nikki to see his attention has been pulled from his step-son and redirected onto me, his amused laughter halting as hungry eyes lick up from my feet to my hair, causing heat to rise up in my face.

I'm walking over to Duff, Mandy, and Monroe, his green eyes shifting to me, and he's smiling wider.

"Hey, handsome!" I pipe, Duff picking him up and handing me to him. "Ohh, my big man." I add, kissing at his cheek when I forget I'm wearing lipstick. "Oops, sorry," I chuckle, wiping at his cheek, smearing it. "Okay, bottles are in the fridge, they're ready to go just warm them up. Tommy fed him before you guys got here so don't give him his next one for another hour. He's still doing the thing when you lay him down at night where he cries for no reason. Remember how the doctor said just let him cry it out."

"Viv, I know, you've told me this a hundred times." Duff assures me, and I have to remind myself he's been soaking everything I’ve told him about our child like a sponge, and he's aware of the same things I am at this point.

"Right." I breathe out. "We should be back by midnight." I add, looking down at my ex-boyfriend who's got his happy eyes glued to our son.

"You can stay gone all night, we don't care." He says, and I know he means it, enjoying the time he's had to see his kid.

It just happened that Duff would have one day home after the birth of Monroe before he and the rest of Guns ‘N Roses were being swept away on tour with Aerosmith. It was a month-long spree, and then they toured with Alice Cooper, then Iron Maiden followed after that. By the time Duff got home, our newborn sprouted into his twin with a head full of brown hair, and was dressed in Christmas-themed onesies marked 3-6 months.

I think he freaked out when he realized how much he had missed in the few short months. Of course he would call, send letters, and when they returned he’d have a plethora of baby clothes/toys.

It helped me out that his family wanted to be as involved as they could be, two of his sisters coming to stay a couple weeks after he was born, his mother as well. Even Matt, who I had possibly dreaded seeing the most being that he was well aware that we had been fooling around long before anyone else knew — and had even warned Duff of this kinda thing at some point, I’m sure — was ecstatic to be with his nephew.

I expected some petty, catiness from Mandy, but there was none to be found. She was all for practically moving in to my house with me while Duff went on tour with the guys, and we didn't have anymore qualms. Like I stated before, she was really good to my son, and that's all that I cared about by that point.

Tommy also stayed an exuberant amount of time (An entire month straight with no interruptions), and by day 21 I asked, “Does Heather not mind you not being at home even though you’re in the same city?” To which he responded, “she’s working, anyway, she’s cool with it.”

I didn't realize how awesome he was with kids. It made sense since he himself was like a giant child, but he loved every moment of time with the new little man in my life – even when he would get shit on or covered in throwup.

Sharise helped me out, majorly, recommending brands she had used and tried with Skylar that worked the best for her.

It wasn't a hard adjustment for me, I was used to not getting much sleep at night and cleaning up puke, and once Monroe got to be a toddler and went through a phase of not wanting to keep his clothes on, I realized just how much Motley Crue had prepared me for motherhood.

As for Nikki and I, he and the boys had started writing for Dr. Feelgood, and we had decided that once I had gone through the eight weeks of healing – thanks to Monroe, for not wanting to just do what he was supposed to and forcing me to go through the fever dream that is caesarean delivery – every Saturday night was dedicated to a date night between the two of us. I thought it was a good plan and a great way to try to get back to how we were before had gotten married.

Except I completely forgot we were also screwing like rabbits before we got married, so our dates back then would always end happily and satisfied, whereas once we started dating again, he was so nervous he was scared to even touch my hand while I was used to him taking the lead and making all the first moves. So, whatever awkward dates I avoided in my teenage years had caught up with me in my mid-twenties through my own husband.

"Did you have a good day?" He asks me once we get into his car – the blacked out Mercedes I had told him not to get last year and he had gotten it anyway as a reward for sticking it out in rehab for the majority of the time he was supposed to.

"Yeah."

It's been decent, to say the least.

"I was gonna try to go down to my studio and see what all needed to be repaired and then go look at cars but Tommy absolutely forbade me." I add, looking at him. "He said I don't get to leave him since we haven't gotten to hangout much. So I didn't argue or tell him we'd've had more time to hangout over the years if he wouldn't have been so freaking insufferable from being loaded and lying to me all the time."

Nikki doesn't say anything, and I'm not sure if it's because he just doesn't have anything to say, or if he's trying not to get into all that.

I decide it's the latter, and offer up a, "sorry," still working on the skill of letting shit go – which believe it or not has become easier to do since I've had a kid.

As if everything that I saw as monumental before was just background noise compared to motherhood, now.

"So…" I start as we start down the street to get out of the neighborhood. "...Where are we going?"

"It's an early surprise for my birthday." He explains to me and I furrow my brows, looking at him.

"You're surprising me for your birthday that isn't for another, what, almost two weeks?" I ask him, and he licks his lips, nodding.

"Yeah."

"Sixx, if you bought me a car or a house or anything at all, other than dinner, I'm going to kick your ass." I promise, raising my brows.

"I don't have the money to do all of that right now." He chuckles as we head to town. "The only car you're getting from me is in your driveway." He adds, referring to my Corvette.

I've been hard at work looking for a new car that I can legally ride Monroe around in, having to use either Duff's or Mandy's car for the time being, though Nikki offered his Jeep up but I'm not comfortable driving it with Monroe in tow.

It doesn't feel sturdy enough to face a potential car accident.

He starts up again, and I look over at him, his straight hair that's just past his shoulders, now, so vividly black that I know he's dyed it recently, his skin has maintained it's healthy glow since sobriety, no longer a yuckish yellow hue to it or unnecessary claminess to accompany the track marks.

It's a little shocking how vastly different he looks now compared to a year ago, down to the way he offers me a warm smile when he looks at me now instead of a cold snarl followed by a slew of curses and topped off with addressing me as, "crazy bitch."

Though I'm not too prideful to admit I wasn't exactly a ray of sunshine either, at that time.

I'd provoke him for the hell of it sometimes, so those "crazy bitch"s I'd get were deserved…sometimes.

"...But after this album and this new tour, I'm buying you anything you want."

"Oh, yeah?"

"Yeah." He nods, smacking his gum.

"You know I don't care about that stuff, Nikki." I mumble, looking at my lap for a moment before pushing a strand of red hair behind my ear, and he looks at me for a second.

"I know that, Viv, but I do." He shrugs.

"I'm well aware." I scoff, rubbing my lips together. "Just, don't buy me a bunch of shit I don't ask for again and then call me ungrateful anytime we get into a fight."

"I'm not gonna do that, anymore, alright? But that doesn't mean I'm not gonna buy you nice things, either." He counters. "I wanna spoil you." He adds, smirking, "Starting with a nice dinner."

"How nice?" I nearly dread asking it, beginning to feel underdressed suddenly, despite the fact that I know I'm not.

All he does is look at me with a sly grin, one that made me question ripping his head off – and his clothes – simultaneously.

As suspected, his dinner was a trap.

We arrived at the posh restaurant only to be met by Gene Simmons and his girlfriend – Shannon.

I'd never been more tempted to try to impossibly shotgun a bottle of wine in my life than that night.

I take a prolonged drink of water, trying to listen as Mr. Simmons – who I refuse to call "Gene" to his face thanks to him practically undressing me with his eyes upon seeing me, exuberantly extending his hand and offering a cocky, "Call me Gene," before kissing the top of my hand – continues to hammer on about anything and everything me, Nikki, and his beautiful girlfriend will listen to.

Even Shannon, blonde hair falling over her shoulders, straightened, as wisps of a bangs framing her face, can't help but eventually roll her blue eyes and politely interrupt, "Genie, maybe let someone else speak."

She talks to him as if trying to coax a toddler to eat vegetables, though I learned long ago that it's the only way most people can get him to do anything he doesn't want to do.

"Okay, baby, okay," He sighs out in an almost condescending tone that Shannon brushes off before looking at me.

"How's your baby boy?" She asks innocently, despite the fact that the question has me nearly choking on my water for a moment while Nikki awkwardly fumbles with his rings.

"He's great." I answer her.

"How old is he, now?" She asks next.

"Um, he just turned three months last week." I reply, and Gene leans back in his chair before bluntly asking:

"Does he look like the blonde kid?"

I know he's referring to Duff, my nails biting into my palms as I try to remember what I've been telling myself for the last three months.

People are going to ask questions. Talk about it like it's not a weird situation, and it won't be a weird situation.

"He does, actually." I nod, and he looks at Nikki.

"I bet you're thrilled about that." He tries to sound like he's joking, but I know he's not as sarcastically throws it out to my husband, to which Nikki scoffs it off and says, "It is what it is, man."

"At this point, I'm sure everyone's just grateful that he's a healthy baby." Shannon eases the tension before it even really arises.

"Exactly." Nikki agrees, glancing at Gene.

"Well, I commend you for what you're doing. I wouldn't be able to try to make it work if I were you." He adds, raising his thick, black brows.

"You wouldn't be able to pull Vivian in the first place for you to be me." Nikki passive aggressively counters, his jaw clenching and unclenching despite his smile on his face as Shannon and I look at one another for a moment as if we're expecting to dodge from the table and let them duke it out – well, kind of. Gene doesn't seem like the type.

"Haha." Gene laughs it off with the same passiveness.

"I heard you on Howard Stern." Shannon starts next, and I feel the color drain from my face.

"Oh, yeah?"

"You two held it together really good – he was invasive. It would've given me the creeps if I had to be there." She says.

Shortly after I had Monroe and Appetite for Destruction flew off the charts and the band started blowing up big-time, Howard Stern wanted to sit down and talk with me and Duff about our unique predicament and Duff's forthcoming fame. It was just as weird as I had feared it would've been, and because of it I failed to mention even doing it to Tommy, Vince, Mick, and especially…

"Howard Stern? You were on Howard Stern?" Nikki asks as he looks at me with furrowed brows.

"This morning." I nod, licking my lips. "Duff and I went."

"For what?"

"To talk about the stuff that's happened, and Duff talked about Guns 'N Roses, and the album, and the tour, and stuff." I try to emphasize Duff's involvement and brush over the fact that I essentially got an interview with Howard Stern just for screwing my husband's friend and getting knocked up.

My sugar-coating doesn't work, however, Nikki's eyes staying on me while I drink more water to fill the gap of silence as Shannon looks as if she's in trouble for mentioning it while Mr. Simmons leans on his elbow, hand covering his mouth, hiding a smirk while he glances between the two of us.

I know we'll get into it on the way home tonight by the way he clears his throat, patting himself down before stating, "I forgot my wallet in the car, I'll be back in a second."

He offers a fake smile, patting my shoulder as he stands up and Shannon lets out a breath and smiles at me awkwardly.

"I'm gonna powder my nose." It's as if she's clawing to escape the quiet that has now engulfed our table, leaving me and her boyfriend alone so she can go to the bathroom, only for him to stare at me freely now, out from under the supervision of our significant others.

I stir my water with my straw, looking around for Nikki to come back as if he can walk at super-human speed.

I'd rather be arguing with him in the parking lot than sitting across from the man who's slept with over 2,000 women and allegedly has kept photo albums to document each conquest.

"Is that your natural hair color?" He asks me and I look at him.

"Yep…is that yours?" I nod to his jet black hair and he slowly cracks a smile.

"Yeah, it sure is." He states. "All the hair on my body is naturally colored, too." He adds. "And yours?"

"I don't like body hair." I say flatly, feeling I know where he's trying to go with this, his brows shooting up.

"Woah, they didn't say anything about that in Hustler." He retorts.

"It was Playboy." I correct him as he picks up his water glass.

"Porn is porn." He finishes off his drink, the bottom of it hitting the table as he puts it down. "And I personally think you should do more of it."

I get the same unsettled feeling I had in my stomach when Sparkie started to hit on me in a very abrupt and creepy way.

My face must be red because he furrows his brows, next, and says, "What? There's nothing to be embarrassed about. They were beautiful pictures." He adds. "Shannon's done Playboy before…"

"...Yeah." I try to sound as disinterested as I can, looking around for his girlfriend or Nikki.

"Maybe you two can do one together." He says next, smirking at the thought. "Or with me, for my own collection, of course." He offers smoothly, my throat drying up as well as other anatomical body parts, and I'm being snapped from my sudden need to throw up as Shannon comes back with a smile, plopping down in the chair, letting out a breath before kissing Gene's cheek.

Of course he glows under her affection, as if viewing it as worship, before he gives me one last glance while I wait for Nikki to return.

I never considered myself a prude, not really – especially not with flirting. I didn't mind when guys I was friends with laid on the pickup lines and heavy compliments, mostly because I knew that they knew nothing would've ever happened between us so it was more so a show of affection.

There was a distinct line between Robbin, Vince, or Stevie hitting on me, and then guys that were borderline giving the impression that they were entitled to me because they found me attractive.

And Gene had left me with the impression of being one of those guys.

The drive back to my house after dinner is awkwardly quiet, reminiscent of our trip home from Duff's wedding, though this time it's not Nikki's fear of me still being in love with Duff that keeps him so quiet, it's the fact I kept a decently big thing from him, again, and he's trying to bite his tongue to keep from getting into it with me.

I let out a breath and look at him, the silhouette of his toned bicep extending down his forearm to his wrist, connected to the single hand holding at the wheel of the car.

I’m wrestling myself not to reach over and run my hand along the warm skin of his arm and press kisses along his jaw while whispering how sorry I am for not telling him about the Howard Stern thing.

A couple years ago I wouldn’t have thought twice about it, it was an easy way to get out of an argument that we both utilized.

Trying to figure out what to say to him to start the inevitable conversation, I have to put an end to where my touch-starved train of thought is headed, knowing that we can’t solve our problems with sex anymore.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about the Howard thing.” I admit softly, hoping the tone of my voice is enough to melt some of his anger, being that a blowjob would be inappropriate right now. “I just didn’t want you to listen to it because I thought he’d be weird and creepy — and he was — but it was already a risk with Duff there, too, but he’s got a decent grip on his temper and takes stuff on the chin more than you do.” I explain.

He lets out a heavy huff of breath, not saying anything, his jaw tensing for a moment before relaxing, his hand adjusting on the wheel.

I have to pull my eyes away from him and look out the window, thinking of Gene to hopefully calm the ache that’s starting to grow the longer I’m sitting in close proximity to my husband.

It helps substantially, but it’s shot to hell when Nikki’s right hand falls to my thigh, his fingers having a stern hold to the flesh under them and my breath nearly hitches in my throat.

I want those fingers digging into my hips or wrapping tightly around my throat as he watches tears fall from my eyes from pleasure while he punishes me the way I know he wants to, despite the fact that we agreed to “wait” until marriage — more so our vow renewal on our anniversary in seven months.

Ever since that agreement, he hasn’t so much as given me a kiss on the cheek Goodnight.

“I’ll get over it.” He finally mumbles, ending the conversation there.

I figure it’s better for him to say that than start tearing into me the way he would’ve a year ago.

Once we get back to my house, he’s getting out of the car and opening the door for me, helping me out, before we head to the front door.

“Let’s never do that again.” I say, not wanting to go for the “that was fun” bullshit because it wasn’t.

“Yeah, Gene’s…” he trails off, trying to find the word to describe him.

“He made me uncomfortable, Nikki.” I say next.

“Same here.” He agrees.

“No, Nikki, he made me uncomfortable.” I repeat, blinking.

"What, he didn't say anything when I left, did he?" He questions, and I rub my lips together, my silence answering for itself. “You know, I wouldn’t have agreed to go out with him had I known you’d already had your fucking fill of creeps to last the rest of the month,Vivian, I’m sorry you got it back to back.” He says next, and I cross my arms.

“What the hell are you doing being friends with him anyway, Nikki? He's a dickhead."

"Because he called and I'm trying to do more than sit in the house and work on an album. I need to be more social – and you do, too – and I figured it couldn't hurt anything for us to be social together." He says as if this is an argument.

"I'm social." I snap back, furrowing my brows, and he acts as if he's trying not to laugh as he shoots back, "That's the biggest load of bullshit."

"Why the hell do you have to turn everything into an argument?!" I ask sharply.

"I'm just saying we needed to go out and be social with other people and you're flipping your shit."

"I am not flipping my shit." I reach for my house key in my purse, unlocking the door.

"Vivi – "

" – I can flip my shit if you want me to since you've clearly forgotten what that looks like." I say it as I open the door, only for him to pull it closed once more, grabbing at my hip to turn me to face him, gently shoving me against the door to trap me, his left hand flat against the door above my head, his right hand pointing in my face as he looks down at me and states, "I know what you're doing, and it's not gonna work," while he's trying to hide a smirk.

"What am I doing?" I ask, looking at his finger for a moment, resisting the urge to pull it into my mouth.

Perhaps on a subconscious level our bickering has been rewarded by the other person so many times in the past – ending in mind blowing orgasms – that it's something we (should I say 'me') fall into easily.

"We agreed not to do anything until June." He tells me.

"You won't even give me a goodnight kiss, though." I say, raising my brows.

"Because that always leads to more stuff."

"No, it doesn't."

"Viv."

I hate to admit that perhaps this is another time that he's better at this whole 'repairing our relationship' thing than I am.

"Just one. A little one." I look up at him, trying to give my best puppy dog eyes, and he licks his lips.

"No tongue." He adds.

"No tongue." I agree, rubbing my lips together as my eyes dart from his eyes to his lips.

"A little one." He repeats, getting a little closer to me.

"Barely noticeable." I reply, my breath hitching as he relents, leaning down fully to catch my lips with his, except the door swings open in full to reveal Mandy, immediately causing the both of us to dart from one another, clearing our throats awkwardly.

"Monroe woke up from the bickering." She tells us.

I can believe her words because the window facing the street, only a few feet from our door, is the same window his crib is beside.

"Sorry." I whisper, but she doesn't make a move to look at me, keeping her eyes on Nikki with a raised brow as if he's solely to blame as the baby whines behind her from the living room.

Duff must be rubbing off on her because she's no longer a fan of my husband, either.

"Sorry." Nikki doesn't bother trying to whisper because the damage is already done, though he does look at Mandy the same way she's looking at him, and I have to clear my throat again and say, "Well…", to get them to cut it out.

"I got it from here." I say to her and she steps aside so I can get into the house. "Goodnight." I look over my shoulder at Nikki.

"Goodnight. See ya later." He grins at me.

Mandy's looking between us and rolling her eyes.

"C'mon," She nudges me inside, shutting the door in Nikki's face.

I don't think Mandy was going out of her way to be a bitch – I think she just didn't like Nikki much. Shortly after I had Monroe, she had tried to set me up with a friend of hers, another musician in the punk scene, but I told her I wasn't interested in being with anyone else other than Nikki, and that wasn't ever going to change.

I'm not sure if she just had more time to really think about it and dwell since Duff had been gone more often after that, but her attitude toward my husband had turned somewhat sour, and I couldn't really blame her. Anyone else in my shoes would've left him, but she should've also been glad I stayed with him, because if not for me staying, I would've ended up with Duff.

I made certain to never remind her of that, though, of course.

Once Monroe is back in his crib asleep and Mandy's in the kitchen washing his bottle, Duff's nudging me with his elbow, nodding to the back door of my house.

We get outside, the two of us sitting on lounge chairs, facing one another as his elbows rest on his knees, and my knees are almost touching his.

He rubs at his forehead, taking a moment to gather his thoughts as if he's hesitant to speak.

"What is it?" I ask him softly, plucking his hand from his forehead, holding it in mine, knowing he's doing it out of nervousness.

He looks at his hand in mine and lets out a heavy breath.

"So, we gotta be in Tokyo tomorrow night to be able to play Sunday." He gets it out, clearing his throat.

"I thought your tour was done?" I furrow my brows. "I thought you said – "

" – I should've told you sooner, Viv, I'm sorry." He says calmly.

"Oh, you lied to me." I look at him pointedly, dropping his hand.

"I didn't lie." He shakes his head.

"So, they just now let you guys know they were adding an extra leg to the tour while me and Nikki were out, or…?" I try to keep the sarcasm from my voice, irritation beginning to seep into my words.

"I didn't know how to tell you." He admits. "I've been gone a lot – "

" – No shit." I don't bite my tongue and he raises his brows.

"Excuse me?"

"You were here one day. One day. And it wasn't even the day he was born."

"How the hell was I supposed to know he was gonna be early, Vivian? That's not my fault!"

"But you did know you weren't gonna be here for his actual due date." I fire back. "And never told me."

"That doesn't even matter now, Vivian, he's here."

"It matters to me!" I raise my voice. "I didn't want Axl to be the one in the room with me during one of the scariest things I've had to go through. I didn't want him to be the first one – aside from myself – to hold our baby. And I tolerated it because I thought to myself, 'he came earlier than we planned, nobody was prepared for it', and then I found out that it wouldn't have mattered if he came when he was supposed to because you wouldn't have been there, anyway." I point at him and he takes in a breath, not saying another word. "You told me you'd be home at the end of September. You didn't get home until Thanksgiving. Then you told me you were done until the next album. Now, you're gonna be gone for how long, again?"

"We will be back December 20th." He replies flatly. "And we'll be done until next year." He adds.

"Okay, Duff, right. We'll see." I scoff, standing up, walking back into the house, slamming the door shut.

Perhaps I overreacted, or maybe he would’ve felt more comfortable telling me the truth sooner had he thought that I would’ve reacted more calmly.

I was proud of the guys and their success, and them being pressed to tour so much was a sign that they had finally made it the way they had dreamed of — it was a wonderful thing to happen to them, and I’m glad it did.

I just hadn’t exactly thought through raising a baby with someone who couldn’t be there 100 percent of the time, and it hurt the both of us for him to miss so much so early on, and had me wondering if I even wanted children with Nikki, because I knew it would be the same damn thing.

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Amazing Places to Celebrate Holi in India in 2024

Holi, the vibrant festival of colors, explodes across India in a symphony of joy, tradition, and dazzling hues. In 2024, ditch the ordinary and embark on an unforgettable adventure with Yashvi Tours & Travels, your trusted tour planner in Gandhinagar. We'll weave a tapestry of experiences that transcends the typical tourist itinerary, plunging you into the heart of India's most captivating Holi celebrations.

Vrindavan and Mathura: Where Holi is Steeped in Legends

Our journey of taking about holi is definitely going to begin in the mystical land of Uttar Pradesh, in Vrindavan and Mathura. Here, where the legendary love story of Radha and Krishna unfolded, Holi takes on a deeper meaning.  Immerse yourself in the playful spirit of Lathmar Holi in Barsana. Witness a vibrant battle of the sexes, where women, armed with sticks dipped in colored water, playfully chase men, reenacting the playful teasing between Radha and Krishna. The vibrant laughter and colorful chaos capture the essence of their mischievous love.

In Vrindavan, prepare to be mesmerized by Phoolwalon ki Holi, a visual and olfactory masterpiece. Devotees shower the iconic Banke Bihari Temple with an avalanche of vibrant flower petals – marigolds, roses, and jasmine – creating a fragrant and visually stunning spectacle. The intoxicating aroma and the gentle rain of petals are a testament to the deep devotion for Lord Krishna.

Jaipur: A Royal Celebration in the Pink City

From the spiritual heartland, we journey to Jaipur, the vibrant Pink City. Here, Holi takes on a regal grandeur with the iconic Elephant Festival. Witness majestic elephants, adorned with vibrant colors and ornate textiles, gracefully parade through the streets. Witness the royal families participating in the festivities, adding a touch of lavishness to the joyous chaos.

As the afternoon unfolds, the air becomes thick with the fragrant aroma of dry colors and the rhythmic beats of the dhol filling your soul with infectious energy. Dance with the locals, smear colors on their cheeks, and lose yourself in the joyous camaraderie that defines Holi.

Hampi: Holi amidst the Whispers of History

For a unique and off-the-beaten-path experience, travel south to Hampi, the awe-inspiring ruins of the Vijayanagara Empire. Here, Holi sheds its usual name and is celebrated with gusto as "Huli." Witness vibrant processions of people adorned with vibrant attires, carrying colorful flags and chanting traditional songs. The historical backdrop adds a layer of magic to the celebrations.

Engage in traditional games like "Mancha Kade," where blindfolded participants attempt to break an earthen pot hung high above.  Witness a unique custom where colors are smeared not only on humans but also on cattle, symbolizing respect and blessings for these vital companions. After the colorful madness, take a refreshing dip in the pristine waters of the Tungabhadra River, a perfect way to wash away the remnants of the playful battle and soak in the serenity of the historical setting.

Puskar: A Dervish of Color

Pushkar throws a Holi unlike any other in India. Forget elaborate flower showers or playful water fights. Here, the festival explodes into a vibrant color party that takes over the bustling Pushkar Chowk.

Imagine a sea of revelers, their faces painted in every shade imaginable with vibrant gulal. The infectious rhythm of dhol beats fills the air, creating an atmosphere of pure joy and uninhibited fun. Locals and tourists alike become one big, colorful family, throwing colors and dancing with abandon.

While the focus is undeniably on the color throwing, Pushkar weaves in a touch of tradition. Witness the Holika Dahan ceremony the night before Holi, where a bonfire symbolizes the burning of evil spirits. Remember, Pushkar is a sacred city, so don't expect wild music or alcohol. The emphasis here is on the simple joy of color and togetherness.

Barsana: A Playful Battle of the Sexes

In Barsana, immerse yourself in the playful spirit of Lathmar Holi. Witness a vibrant battle of the sexes, where women, armed with sticks dipped in colored water, playfully chase men, reenacting the playful teasing between Radha and Krishna. The vibrant laughter and colorful chaos capture the essence of their mischievous love.

Udaipur: Holi amidst the City of Lakes

Udaipur, the romantic City of Lakes, transforms into a vibrant wonderland during Holi.  Witness the royal family leading a colorful procession through the majestic City Palace Complex, showering blessings of color upon the joyous crowds.  Embark on a boat ride on Lake Pichola, where vibrant colors dance on the water's surface, creating a magical spectacle.  Udaipur's Holi celebrations are a mesmerizing blend of tradition, royalty, and the untamed spirit of festivity.

Agra: Holi in the Shadow of the Taj Mahal

Agra offers a unique opportunity to experience Holi in the presence of one of the world's most iconic wonders, the Taj Mahal. While large-scale celebrations might be restricted around the monument itself, the city comes alive with vibrant colors and joyous revelry.  Participate in local gatherings, witness the heartwarming traditions of families celebrating together, and create unforgettable memories against the backdrop of the Taj Mahal's ethereal beauty.

Sangla Himachal: Holi in the Himalayas

Unlike most Holi celebrations, Sangla embraces not just dry colors (gulal) but also snow! Imagine throwing playful handfuls of snow alongside vibrant colors, creating a truly magical spectacle amidst the majestic Himalayas.It's a chance to experience the warmth of local traditions, witness a unique blend of customs, and revel in the joy of Holi amidst the breathtaking beauty of the Himalayas.

Shantiniketan, Kolkata: Where Holi Meets Art

Escape the boisterous colors of Holi and delve into the artistic expression of Shantiniketan in West Bengal.  Here, Holi transforms into Basanta Utsav, a celebration founded by Nobel laureate Rabindranath Tagore.  Imagine the serene grounds of Visva-Bharati University, a UNESCO World Heritage Site, bursting with vibrant hues, particularly yellow, symbolizing the warmth of spring. 

Immerse yourself in a symphony of Bengali culture – soulful Rabindra Sangeet music, captivating dance dramas, and poetry recitals. Witness the heartwarming tradition of "Phool Peti" where students pay homage to teachers, embodying the spirit of Basanta Utsav – a celebration that fosters respect alongside joy.  Engage in friendly color exchanges with locals using natural, flower-based powders, creating a more subdued yet joyful atmosphere. Savor Bengali delicacies and traditional sweets as you experience Holi through a unique lens of art, culture, and the beauty of spring.

Holi Experiences Beyond the Mainstream

Holi's magic extends beyond the mainstream celebrations.  Travel to Shantiniketan in West Bengal, where Holi transforms into Basanta Utsav, a beautiful celebration of spring. Immerse yourself in the rich tapestry of Bengali culture. Witness the mesmerizing Rabindra Sangeet performances, soulful music, and captivating dance recitals inspired by the works of the Nobel laureate Rabindranath Tagore. The vibrant processions that weave through the town, adorned with flowers and colorful decorations, paint a picture of pure joy and rejuvenation.

For a thrilling experience, head to Punjab and brace yourself for the exhilarating Hola Mohalla. This vibrant festival showcases the martial spirit of the region. Witness mock battles showcasing the prowess of Sikh warriors, complete with traditional weapons and captivating displays of horsemanship. The colorful processions, pulsating dhol beats, and palpable energy will leave you enthralled.

Conclusion 

At Yashvi Tours & Travels, we understand that a memorable experience goes beyond just the destinations.  We curate customized itineraries that cater to your interests and pace. Whether you seek a whirlwind tour through the most vibrant celebrations or a more relaxed journey with deeper cultural immersion, we create an experience that fits your desires.

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Happy Holi Short Essay & Facts in English & Hindi

Happy Holi : Color Your World With Joy Holi, also known as Utsav, is a wonderful festival which is loved by people all over the world. Rooted in Hindu traditions, it is not just about colors but a vibrant expression of happiness, unity and good feelings that are not so good. So, let's take a tour of the colors of Holi. In this article we are going to discuss about, Utsava, Who, What, Where, when, Why, Which, Whose, How, some important facts about Holi. Holi Date in 2024:- Mon, 25 Mar, 2024 Utsava: Unveiling the Essence of Holi Utsava, sounds fancy, right? It's the Sanskrit word for festival, and it's like the soul of Holi. Imagine spring bursting into colors, and that's exactly what this celebration is all about. Quote on Happy Holi Festival  :arrow: "Lets the colors of Holi spread the message of peace and Happiness" Who Takes Part in the Festival?  Guess what? Holi doesn't care who you are. It's everyone's party! Kids, adults, grandparents, even that neighbor who never smiles – everyone jumps in for this epic celebration. What's the Scoop on Holi's Rituals and Traditions? Okay, the heart of Holi? Picture this: throwing colorful powders, water balloons flying, and everyone's laughing. It's like a giant paint war where the only rule is to break down those social barriers with every splash of color.  You Can Read About:-  Happy Holi Wishes, Quote, Shayari, Message Images Happy Holi Short Essay in English

Holi Essay in English Where's the Holi Party At? Holi is not just an Indian thing; it's a global sensation. Streets of Mathura, the heart of India, to the bustling cities of New York and London – Holi is rocking the world, and everyone's invited. When Does the Color Explosion Happen?  Holi doesn't stick to a calendar; it's a March thing, usually when the moon is in a good mood. The anticipation of not knowing the exact date adds a bit of spice to the celebration. Why Does Holi Get the Spotlight? Holi is more than just a paint party. It's a cultural blast, celebrating the victory of good vibes over bad ones. It's like a giant bonfire of hope, warmth, and fresh beginnings, all rolled into one. Which Colors Make Holi Pop? Colors aren't just colors during Holi – they tell stories. Red shouts love, blue is divine, green is pure happiness, and yellow? That's all about knowledge and learning. Who knew colors could be so deep? You Can Read About:- Holi Puja Rituals, Vidhi & Material Guide Happy Holi Short Essay In Hindi 

Holi Essay in Hindi Whose Stories Make Holi Extra Special? Holi isn't just about us; it has a touch of Hindu mythology. Picture this – Lord Krishna and Radha playing Holi in the magical land of Vrindavan. Now, that's some divine charm added to our color fest. How Do We Holi Now? Sure, the old traditions are there, but Holi has a groove of its own now. Music festivals, cultural events, and big community gatherings – it's not just about colors; it's about creating memories. Let's Uncover Holi's Fun Facts and History Jumping into Holi's past is like unwrapping a gift. From ancient texts to cool regional twists, the festival has evolved, but its essence, that joyous core, has stuck around. Conclusion:   And there you have it, the magical journey through Holi – a festival that's not just about colors but about embracing the kaleidoscope of traditions, stories, and shared laughter. As we bask in the vibrant hues of Holi, let's not just see the colors but feel the unity they bring.It is more than a festival; It is a celebration of happiness, diversity and simple yet goodness that, no matter our differences, we can all live in harmony with.So, grab your colors, join the celebration, and let the radiance of Holi brighten your spirit. After all, in this festival of colors, every splash is a stroke in the masterpiece of shared joy.  You Can Read About:- Holika Dahan Short Story Important Facts About Holi Festival :arrow: Festival of Colors: Holi, also known as the Festival of Colors, is a vibrant and joyous Hindu festival celebrated primarily in India and Nepal. - :arrow: Date of Celebration: Holi usually takes place in March, marking the arrival of spring. The exact date varies each year based on the Hindu lunar calendar. - :arrow: Symbolism: The festival signifies the triumph of good over evil and the arrival of spring, with people celebrating the victory of the mythical Radha and Krishna over the demon Holika. - :arrow: Rituals and Traditions: Celebrations involve smearing colored   gulal (powders) and spraying colored water on each other. Social standards are loosened during this period, and people gather to celebrate and deepen their relationships. - :arrow: Bonfires: The night before Holi, bonfires are lit, symbolizing the burning of evil spirits. This event is known as Holika Dahan. - :arrow: Sweets and Special Foods: Traditional sweets like gujiya and drinks like thandai are prepared and shared among family and friends during Holi. - :arrow: Inclusive Celebration: Holi transcends social barriers, bringing people of all ages, castes, and backgrounds together in a spirit of fun and frolic. - :arrow: Cultural Significance: Holi is not only a religious festival but also holds cultural importance, promoting unity and the spirit of brotherhood. - :arrow: Modern Celebrations: In addition to traditional festivities, Holi has gained popularity worldwide, with people of various cultures participating in the colorful celebrations. - :arrow: Water Conservation Concerns: In recent times, there's been a growing awareness about the environmental impact of water usage during Holi, leading to initiatives promoting eco-friendly celebrations. Happy Holi Essay in Hindi Language / हैप्पी होली निबंध हिंदी में होली, भारत में बड़े उत्साह और रंग-बिरंगे के साथ मनाया जाने वाला पर्व है। यह हिन्दू धर्म का प्राचीन त्योहार है जो अच्छे बुरे के संघर्ष की जीत और वसंत ऋतु के आगमन का प्रतीक है। होली के आसपास, सड़कों और घरों में तैयारियों की हलचल होती है। लोग मिलकर रंगीन गुलाल खरीदने जाते हैं, जिसे "गुलाल" कहा जाता है, और पानी की बॉलून्स। होली के दिन, लोग अपने कपड़े सफेद में पहनते हैं ताकि उन पर फिर रंग आसानी से दिखे। यह त्योहार पूजा और रीतिवाली के साथ शुरू होता है, जिसके बाद रंगों की खेलने की उत्साही शुरुआत होती है। हंसी भरी हवा में दोस्त और परिवार के सदस्य आपस में गुलाल लगाते हैं, जिससे एकजुटता और सौहार्द की भावना बढ़ती है। पानी के बॉलून्स इस उत्सव को और भी रोचक और मस्तिष्कवर्धनी बनाते हैं। होली समाज में विभिन्न वर्गों की दीवारें तोड़ता है, सामाजिक नर्मों को तोड़ता है और एकजुटता और मैत्री की भावना को मजबूती से बढ़ाता है। होली के इस समय, अंतर फर्क मिटता है और लोग खुशी और हारमोनी की भावना के साथ एक साथ आते हैं। पारंपरिक मिठाई और स्वादिष्ट विभिन्नताएँ आपस में आती-जाती हैं, जो एक साथी भावना की और बढ़ावा देती हैं। होली बस रंगों का त्योहार नहीं है; यह जीवन, प्रेम और आत्मा की नवीनीकरण की बड़ी उत्सव है। जो विभिन्न इंशियतियों और अनुभवों की विविधता के लिए एक गुलाल की तरह है। जब होली का सूरज अस्त होता है, तो संयुक्त सुख और सामंजस्य की एक साझी भावना रहती है, जिससे एक दिन जो रंग, हंसी और समृद्धि से भरा होता है की यादें बनती हैं।  You Can Read About:-  Basant Panchami Facts & Short Essay   Read the full article

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[whereareroo]

LAST DAY IN THE GALAPAGOS ISLANDS









WF UPDATE (2/4/24).

Today will be a milestone day for me. I’ll cross the equator twice in the same day! All in all, we’ll cross the equator four times during our sea adventure. When our sea leg ends tomorrow, we will have traveled 286 miles in the waters surrounding the Galápagos Islands.

Our trusty boat is about 150 feet long. She’s 30 feet wide. She can operate in water as shallow as 9 feet. She’s not fast. She’s capable of 10 mph, but we usually travel at about 8 mph. The slow speed makes for a smooth ride.

We traveled overnight, and when we woke up today we were anchored off the island of Isabella near an area called Punta Vincente Roca. We were anchored about 40 yards from cliffs that reached heights of 150-200 feet. At 8:00 a.m. our guides had us in the zodiacs for an amphibious tour of the cliffs.

The most famous bird in the Galapagos is the Blue-footed Boobie. It looks like a skinny seagull with big blue feet. Everyone is always talking about Blue-footed Boobies. Folks with perverted minds make sexual jokes about them.

During our other stops, we’ve seen a handful of Blue-footed Boobies. The goal today was to see a ton of them. There’s a large population on Punta Vincente Roca. We saw a ton of them from our zodiacs. They sit on little rock outcroppings all over the cliffs. We also saw fur seals at the base of the cliffs, and iguanas climbing the rocks.

At 9:30 a.m. we jumped back onto the big boat to put on our wet suits and grab our snorkeling gear. By 10:00 a.m. we were snorkeling. The goal was to see sea turtles. We saw 10 or 12 of them. We also saw a wide variety of fish. The highlight was a pair of big sea lions. They were swimming about 10 yards from the cliffs. They’re beautiful and graceful creatures. I was able to swim within inches of them. I don’t swim with sea lions every day.

After lunch and some rest, we were back in the zodiacs at 2:30 p.m. We zipped across the water to a famous island called Fernandina. It’s famous for marine iguanas. No other island has a larger population of marine iguanas. These critters look prehistoric. They look like a combination of a dinosaur, a dragon, and an alligator. The babies are about six inches long. The big ones are three feet long. We walked all over the island looking at these strange animals. From a distance, it looks like you’re approaching a pile of rocks. When you get closer, you see that it’s a pile of iguanas. We saw thousands of them. It’s a strange scene.

The island was also crawling with red crabs. We’ve seen them elsewhere too. They look like regular crabs, except they’re bright red. Because of their color, it’s very easy to spot them. I asked one of the guides why, for purposes of protection, these crabs hadn’t evolved towards a more neutral color. Isn’t that what evolution is all about? Wouldn’t the crabs have a higher survival rate if it wasn’t so easy to see them? The guide said that, unlike most other crabs, there was no reason for these crabs to evolve towards a neutral color. In the Galapagos, the only predators are iguanas and hawks. They don’t eat crabs. This crabs survive very well even though they can be seen from a mile away. Evolution works in strange ways.

We just got back from dinner. In the dining room, our table has become known as the “laughing table.” We’ve enjoyed great meals with our friends, and our meals have been filled with wonderful and loud laughter.

Our trip ends tomorrow. Overnight, we sail back to our starting point near the small Galapagos airport. By tomorrow afternoon, we’ll be at a hotel near the big Quito airport. The next day we fly home. All good things must come to an end.

I don’t know if I’ll be in touch with you during our trip home. If not, let me thank you for joining us on this adventure. I hope you had fun. We did.

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From Action to Art-house: A Journey Through the Best Indian Films of 2023

2023 wasn't just a year in Indian cinema; it was a kaleidoscope of colors, emotions, and storytelling styles. From pulse-pounding action sagas to soul-stirring dramas, rib-tickling comedies to thought-provoking art-house gems, there's a film for every mood and cinephile in this diverse cinematic landscape. So, fasten your seatbelts, cinephiles, because we're embarking on a journey through the best Indian films of 2023, a journey guaranteed to leave you exhilarated, moved, and perhaps even a little bit wiser.

Adrenaline Rush with the Action Kings:

·         Jawan: Shah Rukh Khan sheds his romantic charm and dons the rugged avatar of a global espionage agent in Atlee's high-octane thriller. Expect breathtaking stunts, mind-boggling fight sequences, and a gripping plot that will keep you on the edge of your seat. Get ready to see King Khan like never before in this action spectacle.

·         Pathaan: Siddharth Anand raises the bar on Bollywood action with this stylish spy thriller starring the sizzling pair of Hrithik Roshan and Deepika Padukone. Exotic locales, smoldering chemistry, and edge-of-your-seat action sequences make Pathaan a visual feast. Prepare for car chases, high-tech gadgets, and thrilling escapes in this adrenaline-pumping ride.

·         Animal: Ranbir Kapoor takes on a dark and gritty role in Sandeep Reddy Vanga's gangster drama. Raw realism, intense performances, and a gripping storyline promise a stark contrast to Kapoor's usual romantic persona. This film delves into the Mumbai underworld, exploring themes of power, violence, and the complexities of human nature.

Laughter is the Best Medicine:

·         Rocky Aur Rani Ki Prem Kahani: Karan Johar returns with his signature brand of quirky rom-com, starring the effervescent duo of Ranveer Singh and Alia Bhatt. Expect an explosion of energy, slapstick humor, and a whirlwind romance that will leave you in stitches. This film promises to be a feel-good escape filled with classic Bollywood masala at its finest.

·         Dunki: Shah Rukh Khan teams up with Rajkumar Hirani, the master of heartwarming stories, for this lighthearted adventure comedy. Global mishaps, witty dialogues, and Shah Rukh Khan's infectious charm promise a laugh-fest that celebrates life's unexpected journeys. Get ready for a film that will leave you with a warm fuzzy feeling and a renewed sense of optimism.

·         Fukrey 3: The beloved gang returns for another round of side-splitting antics in Mrigdeep Singh Lamba's comedy caper. Absurd situations, relatable characters, and non-stop laughs make Fukrey 3 a perfect dose of escapist fun. Be prepared for hilarious one-liners, slapstick gags, and unexpected twists that will leave you rolling on the floor.

Drama that Touches the Soul:

·         Ponniyin Selvan: Part Two: Mani Ratnam's epic historical saga concludes in 2023, promising grand visuals, a sweeping story of the Chola dynasty, and powerful performances. This film is a treat for history buffs and drama lovers alike. Get ready to be transported to a bygone era filled with intrigue, political maneuvering, and epic battles.

·         The Kerala Story: Based on the real-life 2018 Kerala floods, this poignant drama is a testament to human resilience and the spirit of community. Tales of rescue, the power of hope, and the raw emotions of the tragedy touch hearts and spark inspiration. Be prepared for a film that will move you to tears and leave a lasting impact.

·         Mrs. Chatterjee vs Norway: Rani Mukerji delivers a tour-de-force performance as a mother fighting for her child in this courtroom drama. Expect a thought-provoking exploration of cultural clashes, parental rights, and the lengths a mother will go to. This film promises to spark important conversations and stay with you long after the credits roll.

A Touch of Art-house Magic:

Indian cinema isn't just about mainstream spectacles; it also boasts a thriving independent scene. Look out for films like:

·         Aamis: This Assamese drama explores the complexities of gender and identity through the lens of two meat shop owners. The film's unconventional narrative and nuanced performances challenge societal expectations and offer a fresh perspective on human relationships.

·         Sher Shivraj: This Marathi period drama, while steeped in history, resonates with contemporary environmental concerns. The film's portrayal of King Shivaji's dedication to water conservation and sustainable practices offers a historical perspective on ecological responsibility and challenges viewers to think about the present.

·         Writing with Fire: This documentary sheds light on the fearless female journalists who run India'

Conclusion

The year 2023 will mark a new era for Indian cinema, with a lineup of top films that will leave a lasting impression. These films represent the best of the industry and showcase the immense talent and cultural richness of India. Whether you are a fan of action, romance, or comedy, there will be something for everyone to enjoy in the top Indian films 2023. So mark your calendars and get ready to be immersed in a cinematic experience unlike any other in 2023.

[jdidolau]

208 - 210. later, they stop by another lake... and get into another sudden competition...

[The snowy mountains and lake stretch ahead of them]

JOJO Oh wow! Look at that lake! The color looks so unreal...

DIO It’s so blue...

JOJO The water looks like it’s painted on!

[The color of the lake leaves them in awe]

STAFF (W/T) What you see in front of you is Lake Pukaki. It’s a beautiful day out today.

[It was like a tour guide on the radio]

JOJO It really is, huh... We should take a photo of it.

STAFF (W/T) Would you like to stop at the lake for a moment, or keep going?

[The producers want to show them the sights]

JOJO Ooh, can we?!

DIO We’re already cutting it close on the schedule, Jojo.

JOJO Just five minutes? We could stretch our legs too!

DIO (Sigh)

[Dio relays Jojo’s wishes]

DIO We’d like to stop for a bit, Producer.

STAFF (W/T) Alright. Have fun, you two!

DIO Thank you.

JOJO Thank you, Producer!

[They pull over to see Lake Pukaki]

JOJO Let’s go! Goodness, it’s beautiful!

[Jojo runs over to take pictures]

JOJO (Hop)

[He seems excited even from the back]

[Dio takes a leisurely stroll]

[They enjoy the lake in their own ways]

JOJO Dio! Could you take a photo of me, please?

DIO Sure, Jojo.

[Photographer Dio steps up!]

(Click!) (Click!)

JOJO (Checking) That looks really nice! Go over there, I’ll take one for you too!

[Exchange of labor]

(Click!) (Click!)

DIO (Checking) Hmm, good work, Jojo.

JOJO Thank you!

DIO Alright, let’s go.

JOJO Ah, wait a moment! Do you know how to skip stones, Dio?

DIO I do. Why?

[Mischievous Jojo suddenly gets a glint in his eye, and smirks]

[Dio catches on and chuckles]

JOJO I bet I can skip more than you.

DIO You’re on.

[Another competition starts!]

[They search diligently for flat stones]

[Will they be able to get to Mt. Cook at this point?]

DIO We’re still on a schedule, so why don’t we do five rounds?

JOJO Alright. Whosoever gets the most in all rounds wins.

[Jojo goes first]

(Splash!)

JOJO Ah. Whoops.

DIO Hah! Are you sure you know what you’re doing, Jojo?

JOJO That was an accident. I skipped stones a lot as a child. (Pouts) I was really good at it too.

DIO Are you sure you’re not just bluffing, Jojo~? Watch and learn.

(Splash) (Splash) (Splash)

DIO And that’s how you skip a stone.

JOJO Okay, City Boy.

[Dio doubles over in laughter]

DIO Excuse you! (Snicker) (Snicker)

JOJO You...

DIO Hm?

JOJO N-nothing! Um, it’s my turn, right? (Flick)

(Splash) (Splash) (Splash) (Splash)

JOJO WHOO! Did you see that?!

DIO Hmm, not bad, Country Boy~

JOJO (Grin) Your turn then, City Boy~

(Splash) (Splash)

DIO Ugh. (Scowl)

JOJO Looks like I’m winning so far~

DIO Don’t get too excited. There’s still three more rounds to go.

(Flick) (Splash) (Splash) (Splash) 

(Flick) (Splash) (Splash) (Splash) (Splash)

DIO Hmm~ (Pleased) (Smirk)

[They play in silence to concentrate]

(Splash) (Splash)

JOJO Agh!

DIO Looks like you got rusty after all these years, Jojo.

JOJO We’re still tied, though. Don’t get too excited, Dio~ (Chuckle)

(Splash) (Splash) (Splash) (Splash) (Splash) (Splash) (Splash)

JOJO Oh wow!!

DIO (Preens) Hah! Beat that, Jojo!

JOJO You never know, I could skip it seven or eight times!

DIO Hmm, we’ll see. Since I’m in the lead, why don’t I go first?

JOJO Oh? Are you sure you want to give up your chance to turn it around for yourself, Dio?

DIO Hmph. I doubt you could beat my score.

JOJO Then by all means~

[Jojo bows with a flourish~]

(Splash) (Splash) (Splash) (Splash)

DIO Prepare to lose, Jojo.

[Jojo glares determinedly at the water]

[Dio sounded confident, but he's staring intently at the water too]

(Splash) (Splash) (Splash) (Splash) (Splash) (Splash)

JOJO GAH!! So close!!!

DIO HAH! In the end, the winner really is me, Dio! (Laughs)

JOJO Alright, this is my loss. Is there anything the winner would like to request?

DIO Hmm... Since we’re going trekking, how about, once we're halfway up the mountain, you carry me for the rest of the way?

JOJO Oh, but didn't I make that offer on the night we packed? Are you sure you don’t want a different request?

DIO It’s much more satisfying if it’s a punishment for losing~

JOJO (Laughs) Alright, if you say so, Dio~ This was quite fun, though.

DIO I suppose it was.

JOJO The lake really is quite beautiful.

[We’re glad you two had fun~]

[It was all perfect at Lake Pukaki~]

#jonadio idol au #;;main story #arc 5: dormant feelings #pb bv ep 3

[noctumbra]

𝐩𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐞

summary ─ you were hypnotized. his handsome face was contorted with such emotions, he was so lost in the music, lost in the instrument, and it was mesmerizing to watch.

pairing ─ rockstar!bucky barnes x virgin!reader

warnings ─ smut, +18, language, dirty talk, pet names, fluff, so much fluff, bucky is an adorable dumbass, softdom!bucky, kissing, first date, natasha romanoff is a very good bro, drinking, multiple orgasms, oral sex (f receiving), virginity loss, light fingering

a/n ─ this happened because of seb. hope you like it. please leave a comment if you do, i really worked hard on this one! thank you <333 (this is worst banner i’ve ever made btw pls ignore it) [enjoy this 9.2k monster. this is officially the longest one shot i have ever written]

title is from def leppard - pour some sugar on me.

The lead guitarist had been eyeing you since the concert started. You were lucky enough to buy yourself a front row ticket, but you didn’t know you were that lucky to get the attention of the lead guitarist, James.

Commandos were your favorite metal band. Their music made everything better for you after you discovered them, and following the band for three years, you finally got to see them live. You were very excited while you made your way over the stadium where the concert was going to happen. Your friend, Natasha, accompanied you to the concert because she liked them, too, and even she could tell that James’ eyes were on you.

“Is he looking at you?” She hissed into your ear. You shivered with the excitement. You were bobbing your head to the beat, feeling every drag of James’ skilled fingers over the guitar strings deep in your bones. “Y/N, what the fuck, is he?”

“I don’t know,” you hissed at Natasha back. You didn’t want to get excited over something that was very unlikely to happen and just wanted to focus on the moment. “Let’s enjoy the concert, please?” Natasha frowned a little, but she nodded, both of you turned your heads towards the stage again.

You watched James getting lost in the song. His fingers were flying over the guitar; stroking the strings, hitting the notes and feeling every note he hit in his soul. It was so obvious that he loved doing this. It was written all over his face. You were hypnotized. His handsome face was contorted with such emotions, he was so lost in the music, lost in the instrument, and it was mesmerizing to watch.

Honestly, you didn’t understand how fast three hours passed until they announced that this was their last song and that they would be missing touring. You felt tears filling your eyes slowly. You loved them, valued their art and found yourself in their songs so much, it was hard to say goodbye to them now that you’ve seen them live.

“We’ll be back before you know it!” James said, sending the crowd a wink and making his bandmates and the audience chuckle. They waved and walked towards the exit, and with that the stage lights went off.

“This was a ride!” Natasha exclaimed. You nodded eagerly.

“It was better than I expected!” You were still shouting because your ears were howling. “I never wanted it to end!” Natasha pointed herself, meaning that she didn’t either. You held her hand, never letting go, because you didn’t want to lose her in the crowd. Both of you slowly made your way to the exit. Just as you stepped into the small corridor to get closer to the exit, you were stopped by a bodyguard.

“Miss,” the guy said, raising his hands in the air. “You were invited to the backstage with your friend, Miss.” You turned to your right to look at Natasha owlishly who was looking at you right back with the same expression.

“Us?” You asked. “Are you sure?” The guy nodded. You looked at Natasha again, hoping that she’d answer for you.

“Alright,” she said. “We’ll come.” The guy smiled, stepping aside, he showed you the way to the backstage. You thanked him. Tightening your hand on Natasha’s, you walked towards the entrance.

“What the fuck,” you hissed. Natasha just smirked and shrugged.

“He was looking at you,” she said instead. “He just proved it.” You gave her a disbelieving look, pinching her arm at the same time. Natasha chuckled. “James the guitarist has a crush on you,” she murmured. “It sounds good, doesn’t it?”

You rolled your eyes. Yes, it did sound good, but accepting their offer to get into the backstage? When it was passed midnight? God, you hoped you wouldn’t be fucked up tomorrow.

You slowly made your way inside, the bodyguard right behind you both to show you the way. All the guards you passed had smiled at you warmly. They were kind, hell, maybe even friendly, but you weren’t here to find out that. You were invited. Fuck.

“Walk straight, the main room will be on your right after you passed the number seven,” the bodyguard said, pointing at the number. Natasha and you thanked him. The guy just smiled at you both and bid you good night. After he disappeared, you took a deep breath and walked to the number seven that was winking at you at the end of the hall.

“Are you excited?” Natasha asked, sounding perfectly calm.

“Of course, Nat!” You hissed. “You said he was looking at me, and now, we’re invited to the backstage, and you’re asking me if I’m excited? Fuck yes, I am!” She grinned. Looping her arm to yours, she pushed you to walk a little faster.

“Maybe you’ll have sex with him tonight,” she said cheerfully. You whimpered. You wouldn’t dare. Would you? Who were you kidding, you would. “Maybe he asked you to come to him because it’d be a chaos for him to come up to you.” You huffed out a breath. She was right. You couldn’t even imagine the crowd that would be gathering around you if he were to come up to you.

“Yeah,” you murmured. Natasha pulled you towards the door on your right, and you realized you were about to pass the number seven. You stopped. “Nat,” you whispered. She squeezed your arm.

“It’s fine,” she said gently. “We’ll walk out if you don’t want to do anything with them. We could just say hi and bail.” You looked at her green eyes for a couple seconds, biting your lip. “It’ll be alright. Maybe, we’ll have some real fun. Come on.” You nodded. You weren’t going to back out. You weren’t going to miss this chance.

“Okay,” you said and continued to walk.

It took you half a minute to reach the door.

Tentatively, you stepped inside the huge room. It had three, different color, big couches, and one wall was covered with mirrors and make-up tables. The lights were yellow and dimmed; they weren’t hurting your eyes. There were a couple plants at the corners of the room. There was some chatter going on, chuckles and laughter were echoing from one wall to the other.

“Um,” you started. “Hello?” As soon as the word left your mouth, the chatter died. You tried not to cringe and get awkward with the silence. “W-we were invited?” You saw Steve’s, the vocalist, eyes widening and brows rising.

“Oh!” He said. “Bucky!” He called out, inclining his head backwards. “Your visitors are here!” You frowned. You didn’t know any ‘Bucky’, but when you couldn’t see James around, you assumed it was him. “Why don’t you girls sit down? He’s probably battling with his make-up.” He grinned.

“Sure,” Natasha agreed easily and pulled you to the couch with her. “Is he the only one who wears make-up?” She asked. Sometimes you were jealous of her making-small-talk ability, and right now was one of those moments. Steve chuckled.

“Sammy here also likes to indulge himself with some mascara,” he said. “Hell, I even saw him rockin’ white eyeliner once. It was dope.” You smiled. White eyeliner would look great on Sam, the bassist, you thought. “Thor likes mascara like Sam. Clint has his own make up with all the bandages he puts on his face,” Steve snickered when Clint protested. Natasha and you chuckled.

You looked around the room, at the people, and saw how tired but happy they were. Thor, co-guitarist, was sitting on a large armchair with his phone in his hands. Clint, the drummer, was sprawled on an empty couch with his drumsticks in his hands, spinning them aimlessly. Steve was humming, Sam was tapping his foot to some imaginary beat, and you could hear someone, probably Bucky, swearing in one of the dressing rooms.

“I swear to fucking God if Sharon fucks with my bag ever again─” Bucky stormed out of the room with anger etched on his face but cut himself off when he saw you and Natasha sitting in front of Steve. “Oh. Hello, girls.” He smiled warmly. You wiggled your fingers and saw Natasha smiling at him. “I hope they weren’t being assholes as usual,” he added, narrowing his eyes at his bandmates. Steve and Sam flipped him off simultaneously while Thor and Clint didn’t acknowledge him.

“They were nice,” you murmured, feeling your cheeks burning along with your body. Bucky smiled at you widely, making your stomach flip. He was so handsome, looked so pretty smiling like that, you sort of couldn’t believe you were sitting in front of him right now.  

“As much as this is nice,” Natasha started. Her green eyes were narrowed, and she looked a little terrifying. “Did you invite us here just to have a small talk or…?” You saw Bucky blush, Steve smirking, Sam elbowing Steve, and Thor wiggling eyebrows at Bucky. You frowned. Something was going on for sure, but you didn’t feel alarmed yet.

“Um,” Bucky murmured. “Well, I was going to come up to you but didn’t wanna make a scene. I was just wondering if you’d like to accompany us to the bar? We’re gonna celebrate our last day, and I thought maybe you would like to… hang out… with us?” Bucky looked shy and a little embarrassed, a scrunch was sitting on his nose adorably. Natasha raised a questioning eyebrow.

“Are you asking me or her?” She asked, making you choke on nothing.

“Natasha!”

“What? I know you wanna bone him, and he doesn’t look like he’s going to say no to that.” She rolled her eyes. “Besides they are gonna celebrate, Y/N,” she added, wiggling his brows, sending you a wink. You groaned. Covering your face with your hands, you whined.

“I’m gonna disown you from friendship when we go home, just so you know,” you mumbled, making everyone in the room laugh.

Bucky cleaned his throat with a light cough. “I was asking her,” he pointed at you, “but Sam here really liked you.” He placed his hand on Sam’s shoulder, alarming the guy and making his eyes widen. “He told me so, and I thought he could ask you to hang out with us himself, y’know. I’m that kind of a wingman.” He winked at Sam.

“The fuck,” Sam grunted. You snickered with Steve. Natasha smirked, it was a dangerous, seductive smirk. Uh-oh, you thought gleefully. Natasha was going to seduce the hell out of Sam, and he wasn’t going to know what hit him.

“Brace yourself,” you said to Sam, causing him to frown and give you a questioning look. Before you could answer him, though, Natasha slid off from her spot on the couch next to you and perched herself on top of Sam. You heard him making a mix of choking and gasping noise, eyes comically wide, he looked at Natasha. Steve was trying to keep himself from laughing while Clint was recording the whole thing with his phone. Sam wasn’t going to live this moment down, you knew that for sure.

“She’s gonna ruin him for other women, isn’t she?” You heard someone ask you, and when you turned your head to your left, the spot Natasha was occupying, you saw Bucky. He was still smiling, looking friendly and non-threatening. He had his usual combo on: A black t-shirt and tight, black jeans. His sleeves were on display, you could see his tattoo neck, too, and the piercing on his eyebrow was shining with the lights around him. He still had eyeliner around his eyes albeit faint, but he didn’t seem like it bothered him.

“Yeah,” you said, nodding. “She has that effect on people generally.” Bucky snickered. He slowly sat down next to you but put some distance because he wasn’t an asshole like his friends loved to call him. “You, um, still have some…” You stammered, pointing at his eyes. Bucky snorted, rolling his eyes.

“I tried to wipe them, but they don’t come off for some reason. They might be waterproof? I need to scrub them, I guess,” he said. You nodded again. You hated these awkward moments because you just didn’t know what to do.

“You could try coconut oil, though,” you blurted. Bucky frowned lightly. “It, uh, it helps t-to remove the, um, waterproof eyeliner.”

“Oh,” he murmured. “I think I saw a small jar in one of the make-up bags. Will you help me?” You froze for a second. Of course, you would help him, but that would mean you were going to be close to him, right? You didn’t know if you could handle it─

“Yes, she will. She helped me with the same situation many times,” Natasha chimed in. “She’s gentle.” You side-eyed Natasha. You were so going to hit her with a pillow when you went back home. She saw you looking and blew you a kiss.

“Y-yeah, I did. I- I will,” you said. Taking a deep breath, you decided to just roll with it because you weren’t getting out of here anytime soon, apparently. “Come on.” You grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the room he stormed out earlier. You ignored all the whoos and cheers although they made your cheeks and body burn. “Show me the jar?”

Bucky nodded mutely. Without letting your hand go, he moved to one of the desks that were against the wall with big mirrors and lights all around just like the other room, he pulled out a bag. “Should be in this,” he said.

“Okay,” you agreed. “Sit down.” You let his hand go, missing its roughness and warmth immediately, you opened the bag to dig the jar out. You grabbed a small piece of cotton, dripped some oil onto your hand and turned to Bucky. He was on your level, now, sitting down. “Close your eyes,” you whispered. He did. Inhaling slowly, you stepped closer to him and slowly applied the oil on his eyelids.

His skin was soft, you realized. He had lots of small moles on his face. Most of them were hidden with his long hair and light scruff, but they looked beautiful on him. His lips had a pretty bow shape, their natural color pink-ish red. You suddenly wanted to lean down and kiss him to see if they were as soft as they looked. Blinking, you pulled your hand away and brought the cotton to wipe it off. The oil helped, of course, and soon, the cotton was all black with the make-up.

“There you go,” you whispered, signaling that you were done. Bucky slowly opened his eyes. They were dark and mesmerizing; his pupils were large and almost swallowed the pretty color of his eyes, and you felt stuck. You saw him licking his lips with the corner of your eyes. His hands came up to your waist, one of them moving to your face to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. His thumb stroked your cheek gently, so gently that you sighed and nuzzled against it without thinking. You heard him letting out a soft sound, and then his lips were onto yours.

Moaning in shock, you stood there, trying to process what was happening.

You were being kissed by James Barnes. The lead guitarist of Commandos. Your favorite band. You were being kissed by him. You pushed him away. Your hands still on his chest, you looked at him, the disbelief visible on your face.

Bucky cursed to himself silently. He should have known better than just kissing you like this, he should have taken you out first and let you that he was thinking of asking you out for real because he had been watching you throughout the whole concert, and you were so fucking pretty─

“What─ Why did you do that?” You asked him, interrupting his inner panicking. Bucky swallowed and looked at you, the color of his eyes had returned slightly.

“I─” He started, but realized he didn’t know what he could say. “Wanted to?” He cringed. God, he was hopeless. “I’m sorry, I should have asked. I’m─ Look, I wasn’t trying to force myself on you, I swear. I’m really sorry.” He tried to stand up, but you stopped him with putting your hands on his shoulders.

“Why did you do that?” You asked again. Yeah, he might have wanted to kiss you, but you had to know exactly why. Bucky held his breath.

“Because I wanted to kiss you,” he said with a soft voice. “Because you looked so pretty singing along to the songs I wrote with your friend, looked so carefree and gorgeous, I wanted to know you, wanted to kiss you so bad. Because you felt right when you were close to me. Because I wanted to keep you even closer, so that no one would try to steal you away fro─ Mmfm!”

You cut him off with pressing your lips against his. Of course, you were attracted to him. He was this devilishly handsome, funny and charming lead guitarist of your favorite band. How could you not? Him admitting that he wanted to know you was dizzying, to kiss you so bad was definitely passing out material.

Bucky sighed into the kiss as he brought one of his hands to rest on the small of your back and the other on your face. Tilting his head to his side slightly, Bucky deepened the kiss. With the hand on your lower back, he pulled you to him, making you step into his personal space even more. You hummed. Your hands were on his cheeks, fingertips playing with his hair while your thumbs stroked his cheekbones.

He kissed so nicely.

His lips were as soft as they looked. They felt like silk onto yours as he kissed your breath away. His body heat was setting your own body fire. His hands on you were like a dream come true. The way he held you close to him felt so good, you wanted to cry at the feeling. You were a little touch starved, but he was feeding you well with his itty bitty touches.

“Mmm,” he hummed as he pulled back for oxygen. He opened his eyes, watching you nuzzle in his palm, kissing his wrist, Bucky felt immensely happy. “Darling love,” he whispered. “You feel so right in my arms.” You let out a broken sound as you buried your face in his palm, partially hiding in it. He chuckled softly. “You do.” You wiggled even closer to him. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in for another kiss.

Just as both of you were getting lost in the kiss, the knock on the door made you jump. “We’re leaving for the bar!” It was Clint. “Are you guys coming or not?” Bucky looked at you.

“Let me take you out?” He asked, hope shining bright in his beautiful eyes. “Let me treat you? Please, honey?” You nodded mutely. You were too stunned to answer him verbally. He smiled. “Alright,” he said and stood up. He, then, took a step back and extended his hand to you. “I’m James, but people close to me call me Bucky.”

You chuckled at his cheesiness. Holding his hand, you shook it. “I’m Y/N, but Natasha calls me dumbass sometimes,” you said, making him grin. Bucky held your hand in his as he brought it up to his lips, kissing your wrist.

“Can I take you out on a date? Buy you a drink?” He asked, then. You bit your lip as you grinned.

“Yeah,” you answered him. He beamed.

“Great!” He pulled you against him. “I know just the place.”

──

You’ve been at the bar with the band and Natasha for two hours now. You were having so much fun that you couldn’t stop giggling or cracking jokes sometimes. You felt incredibly lucky to get to know the band this way; they were a bunch of charming and funny guys who occasionally called each other asshole.

Thor was a weird one; he kept talking like he was someone from a Shakespeare play but he was a very funny dude. Sam was a sarcastic but a very charming guy; him and Natasha had kept the flirting going since she sat on his lap at the backstage. Steve was actually a pretty smart guy, but he loved fucking with others and playing dumb. He was almost as flirtious as Sam, but he kept the flirting to Thor only which you later learned that Thor and Steve had been dating for two years. Clint was… he was a real dumbass. He was a beast with his drums, but in general he was a walking disaster and the bandages on his face and arms sort of gave that away.

They were a good bunch.

Then, there was James. Or Bucky as he reminded you to call him that once or twice. He was funny just like the others. He was charming and actually a sweetheart. You learned that he was also the Mama Bear of the band while Sam had taken the Papa Bear role. They were the ones who kept the others doing shit. He was considerate, lovable and smart guy. He loved his music, loved playing his guitar whenever he could and loved exploring new things.

You might have been a little in love with him already.

“Aight!” Steve interrupted the chattering. He was a little tipsy, not drunk, and leaning onto Thor more than he probably should. “Round… four? Five? It’s on me. Who wants what?” Everyone placed their order with Steve and Thor, but you.

“Just water if they have such a healthy drink in here,” you said, chuckling. “I had enough.” You weren’t big on drinking your consciousness away, and considering this was sort of your first date with Bucky, you wanted to stay sober.

Steve and Thor nodded, not pushing you to drink when you didn’t want to, and made a bee line to the bar. Bucky was holding you against his side, his arm was either over your shoulders or around your waist, and you were leaning into him. He placed a soft kiss onto your temple, making your body heat up with the simple touch of his lips. With a sigh, you buried your head into his shoulder.

It was sort of surprising that you felt so safe and at ease with Bucky although it’s been only three hours since you met officially. Sure, you’ve known him partially from the interviews, but you spent three hours in his presence, and the closeness between you two felt like you’ve been like this, close and touching each other, for years. It was a weird but not unwelcomed feeling. In fact, you loved it a little too much.

“Are you okay?” Bucky whispered. His breath smelled a bit like beer, but you didn’t mind. Yours probably smelled the same. You nodded. “I can take you back home if you want or to a hotel? I… just realized I don’t know where you live.” You chuckled.

“I live around, don’t worry,” you assured him. “Like an hour or so away with car? I’m local.” You snuggled deeper into his embrace. “I’m fine, though, it’s been very fun so far.” Bucky hummed.

“Yeah, they are good guys,” Bucky agreed. “But say the word and I’ll take you home, alright?” He said, looking into your eyes.

“Okay,” you agreed, kissing his cheek. You have never felt like this with a guy before. Sure, you were a virgin, but you had boyfriends, you had dated. None of them made you feel this at ease around them. None of them but Bucky. You found that you loved this feeling. With a smile, you hummed happily.

After Steve and Thor returned with a new round of drinks, you’ve spent another hour and half laughing and talking with them. It was around 3 AM when all of you decided to call it a night.

“It’s technically morning, though,” Clint said, swaying on his feet a little. Everyone groaned. “Fine, geez. I ain’t makin’ any joke anymo’,” he grunted and flipped the bird. You snorted lightly. Clint got offended real easy when he was drunk, apparently.

“So, girls,” Sam started. “We can take you home if you want? Or put you in the same hotel we’re staying for tonight?” Natasha shrugged.

“It’d take us at least an hour to get home, I’ll take the hotel option,” she said, and you hummed approvingly. “We don’t need new rooms. I think it’s obvious where we’ll be staying,” she added with a smirk. You felt your cheeks burn.

“I’m so divorcing you when we go home,” you muttered, and Natasha snickered. You felt Bucky’s assuring squeeze on your arm.

“We can get you a new room if you don’t feel comfortable enough with sharing, though,” he said, ignoring Natasha. You frowned as you thought about it.

It wouldn’t make you uncomfortable, but you didn’t know what you’d do. Would you just cuddle and go to sleep or… You sighed. You wanted to take that step. You were in your mid-twenties and you wanted to get rid of your virginity already. It stuck with you for a long time. You didn’t want to push him for it, though. Frown deepening, you realized you wouldn’t mind whatever you chose to do when you shared a room. Even though you wanted to get rid of things, you really would like to cuddle with Bucky and go to sleep.

“It’s fine,” you murmured. “I won’t mind sharing a room if that’s okay with you.” Bucky shook his head, a smile playing on his lips.

“Of course,” he said. “Let’s go then.”

─

It took you fifteen minutes or so arriving the hotel and all of you quickly scattered your own rooms. You followed Bucky. He was holding your hand into his gently, you in front of him, his arms were around your waist and hands holding yours as you rode the elevator. When you were on the floor nine, you got off and walked down the hall.

Stepping inside the room 107, you felt nervous. It wasn’t Bucky who was making you nervous, but yourself, you knew that. You could come clean and tell Bucky; he had been so patient and loving with you all day and you knew he wouldn’t mind you telling him about your conflict.

“I can take the couch,” Bucky started. “I don’t mind. It’s actually pretty comfy,” he grinned. “Took a nap there before we hit the stage.” He wiggled his brows adorably. “I can lend you some clothes if you wanna shower, I’m definitely taking one. I have no idea how you put up with my stink for four hours.” You chuckled.

“You don’t stink,” you said. “You smell nice, actually.” Bucky tilted his head to his side and sent you a cocky smirk. Fuck, you thought.

“Nice, hm?” He laughed, then. “I half-showered with my perfume is probably why,” he added, rolling his eyes. “Anyways, you gonna shower?” You bit your lip. You were hesitating just a little, but you knew you had to take some steps yourself in these kinds of things.

“W-what if we take o-one to-ogether?” You stammered clumsily. “We, uh, both need one, anyways, right?” Bucky froze. His eyes snapped at yours, watching you carefully as he tried to see if you really wanted this.

“You really want that?” He asked. You nodded. There was nothing else you wanted more at the moment, you thought. “Honey,” Bucky murmured. “Do you know what you want? Do you wanna tell me?” Ye walked closer to him and placed your hands on his chest when you were close enough.

“I want to take a shower with you,” you said, surprisingly with a steady voice. “I… We don’t have to, but if you want, I, um, also want to have sex with you, too.” Bucky exhaled shakily at your words. They were affecting him, you could see it in his eyes. So, you thought, might as well drop the bomb. “I, um,” you continued. Your fingers were playing his exposed dog tags. “I really, really would like you to be, um, the first one to… you know…” You narrowed your eyes, looking at him and hoping that he’d understand.

“The first one to what, love?” He asked. His eyes were intense, now. They looked at you like they wanted to see through you. You shivered and licked your lips. Your mouth opened and closed, words wanting to get out but didn’t know how. “Y/N,” Bucky said when you didn’t answer. “Honey,” he called out. “Are you a virgin, love?”

You nodded. Your whole body was burning with embarrassment, burning under the intense look of his beautiful eyes. You fidgeted in your place, tearing your eyes from his, you gave your whole attention to his dog tags. You played with them until you felt his fingers gripping your chin gently and tilting up.

“Are you sure?” He asked. “Do you really want me to do that?” You nodded again. Words were hard for you, at the moment, you were beyond embarrassed. “Sweetheart, I’m honored that you see me worthy.” You snorted.

“Dork,” you whispered. He grinned.

“That’s me,” he said, making you snort again. “Alright, let’s take a shower together.” He grabbed your hand and pulled you towards the bathroom. He left you by the sink to undress while he adjusted the water. You were stripping off your clothes one by one, not feeling so confident about your body, you had a strong urge to hide it.

It was Bucky, though. You may not have known for a long time, but you knew he wouldn’t mind. Still, you couldn’t silence the irritating small voice in your mind that had been whispering how different you looked from all the women Bucky had seen out with.

“Water is ready,” he announced, unaware of your inner struggle. He turned around as he yanked his t-shirt off his body. “Y/N? Are you okay?” His eyes roamed your body, moving up and down and up again. “What is it? It’s fine if you don’t want to do this─”

“It’s not that,” you muttered. “Well, sort of about it, not that exactly.” You shrugged. Your tears were on their way to fill your eyes, you could feel them, but you weren’t going to cry. “It’s just… I don’t have a model’s body, like, um, all the other women you’ve dated? I don’t have it, and um, it just makes me feel a little self-conscious?” You watched Bucky’s face going from worried to soft in a matter of seconds.

“Baby,” he whispered, stepping forward and getting into your personal space. “I don’t care.” He tucked your hair behind your ear, stroked your cheek and looked deep into your eyes. “I don’t care that you don’t have a model’s body. I actually like your body better than theirs because yours tell me that you’re happy and not starving yourself to look the way they do. You’re beautiful.” You whimpered. “It’s alright if you wanna back up, it really is, but please do not think that I won’t find you attractive because you don’t have a body like theirs, okay?” You sniffed lightly as you nodded.

You slowly got rid your t-shirt, dropping it on the floor like he did with his, and reached behind your back to unclasp your bra. He looked into your eyes all the while you undressed yourself. His eyes never flickered down once. They kept looking into your eyes, and his thumbs kept stroking your cheeks and your neck. Once you got naked, you fought with the urge to wrap your arms around yourself and cover your bits. Bucky liked your body, you reminded yourself. You were beautiful to him.

“There you go,” Bucky whispered. “That’s a good baby.” He leaned in and pecked your lips. “Let’s get under the water, alright?” You nodded. He quickly rid himself from his remaining clothes. His tattooed and pierced body’s naked glory was right in front of you, and you wanted to leave some marks. You wanted people to know that he was yours, now, no one else’s. “Come on, love.” He nudged you into the shower gently, pulling you out of your head. You carefully stepped into the tub, the water hitting your back immediately, you shivered with the warm water. Bucky walked in behind you and closed the glass doors.

Bucky plastered his front to your back, gently encouraging you to lean against him. His arms wrapped around your middle, he dipped down and placed kisses on your neck. The steam coming from the warm water warming your body, making his kisses feels even more sensual. You shivered.

“Let’s get you wet,” he murmured, eyes shining with mischief. You let out a soft snort and rolled your eyes. He grinned. He turned you around and stepped under the water with you still leaning against his body. You could feel his well-defined muscles on your back. His bulging biceps around your waist was giving you a nice feeling, too. His already warm body was even warmer now thanks to the water.

You sighed.

Bucky grabbed the shampoo and washed your hair, fingers massaging your scalp. After you were clean, it was his turn. He had to crouch down, later he went down on his knees since it was easier for you to reach all of his hair easily. As you washed his hair, Bucky held onto you, face buried in your stomach, he breathed calmly as you massaged his scalp like he did to you. You could feel the tension draining out of him. He must be exhausted, you thought, and suddenly felt guilty about springing this whole I-want-to-have-sex-with-you conversation. He needed rest, not more action. You huffed to yourself silently. Telling him to stand up, you grabbed the second loofah and dragged it along his body, washing away the dirt and sweat of the concert.

Washing away the shampoos and last of the dirt on your body, you turned off the water and stepped out, Bucky right behind you and still holding onto your waist. He grabbed a big towel from one of the cabinets. It was white and looked so fluffy. He smiled when he saw your wide eyes and wrapped it around your body, squeezing you into a hug with towel around you, he held you against his chest. You chuckled. Your face was right into the crook of his neck; his warm body was radiating heat even with a towel between your bodies.

“It’s so fluffy,” you said, amusement in your voice. Bucky snickered.

“Yeah, that’s what I love about fancy hotels.” Bucky wiggled his eyebrows and grabbed another towel from the rack to dry himself. Both of you walked back into the bedroom again with your naked bodies covered with fluffy towels.

“Hey,” you called out softly. “We, um, don’t have to do it now,” you said. “I know you’re tired, and you need some rest. So, it’s totally okay if you─” Bucky placed a finger on your lips and silenced you.

“I want it,” he whispered. “I am tired, I’m not gonna lie, but I want to do this, too.” Amusement shone in his eyes. “Don’t be surprised if I fall asleep on you in the halfway, though,” he said. You chuckled. Your hand poked out under the towel and hit him on the arm gently. Bucky grinned. He leaned in and kissed your cheeks; they felt warm under his lips.

Bucky started humming as his hands grabbed the hem of the towel that you’ve been hugging tightly. You frowned lightly, trying to make out what he was humming. While you were thinking, Bucky took the towel off of you gently. You barely felt the cold air hitting your body because of his body heat. It was coming off of him in waves and warming you in a weird way. He smiled as he pulled back a little. His face was so close to yours, his moving lips were brushing against yours as he continued to sing the song.

“Television lover, baby, go all night,” he sang softly. “Sometime, anytime, sugar me sweet,” he continued and pressed a kiss on the corner of your lips, arms pulling your closer to his body. “Little miss innocent sugar me, yeah.”

You frowned lightly, face scrunched in a very adorable way. “What are you singing?” You asked, still trying to making out what song he was singing. Bucky grinned.

“Ooh, in the name of love,” he started and saw the light bulb going off. “Pour some sugar on me. C’mon, fire me up.” He swayed to right and left, making guitar sounds just to make you giggle. “Pour some sugar on me. I can’t get enough!” You laughed.

“Oh my God, Bucky!” you exclaimed, tears in your eyes. “I can’t believe you’re singing─”

Bucky grinned even wider. “I’m hot, sticky sweet. From my head to my feet, yeah!”

Both of you cracked up. Bucky was still humming the song as he, too, discarded his towel. He came closer, looking into your eyes and searching for a ‘yes’ in there, which you gave him while still giggling. Bucky crouched lightly to grab you by your thighs and hoisted you up. You squeaked. Your arms were quick to wrap around his neck as he carried you to the bed.

“Crazy little woman in a one man show,” he continued to sing. “Mirror queen, mannequin, rhythm of lovee!” You snorted. “Sweet dreams, saccharine, loosen up.” He kissed your cheek. He lowered you on the bed, lying you down gently. You smiled at him. Bucky winked and leaned in.

His lips found yours with a sweet sigh escaping from you. Bucky hummed. His lips stroked yours gently, pried them open to deepen it with a small tilt of his head, and suddenly, you were kissing heatedly. You moaned when you felt his tongue licking at your bottom lip, his teeth nibbling on the soft flesh lightly. You opened your mouth, allowed his tongue inside and moaned again. Bucky grunted. He dropped his body onto yours, minding his weight, and caged you under him.

“Baby,” Bucky moaned when he pulled back for oxygen. His lips moving from yours to your neck, he hummed appreciatively. The light scruff he had was scratching the skin of your neck raw, but you didn’t mind. It felt so good, so nice to have his warm body onto yours like this and to feel his lips on your skin. Your body was on fire. Between your thighs, you were aching and dripping wet; the urge to press them together was strong, but Bucky was in the way.

“Bucky,” you sighed as he nipped on your collarbones. His breath was hot on your already heated skin. The rough texture of his hands drove your body into the edge of oversensitivity as they brushed and stroked every inch of skin they could reach. Bucky hummed appreciatively at the sight of your breasts on his face. His eyes flicked up at yours, silently asking for a permission. Heart beating in your mouth, you nodded. Every breath you drew in was burning you in the best way, making your head rush.

You gasped loudly when his hot and wet mouth closed over your nipple. His tongue was teasing the delicate nip gently; cheeks hollowing as he sucked on it, he slurped. One of his hands had closed over your other breast; the rough texture that drove you crazy was on your boob now, and his calloused fingers were playing with your nipple. Your arched your back. Your hands wound tight in his longish brown hair, pulling on them whenever he sucked too hard and twisted your nipple in a very good way.

“Oh, shit, Bucky!” Eyes closed, you threw your head back as you thrusted your chest against his face more. Bucky just grunted and switched nipples. His hand was now playing with your saliva covered nipple while his mouth had closed over your other breast. When you moaned high and very feminine, Bucky scrapped his teeth over the sensitive bud, making your hips buck against his unintentionally. “God, I─ This─ Shit, feels so good,” you sighed, breath hitching.

Bucky let go of your nipple with an obscene ‘pop’ sound and placed a kiss on your sternum. He kissed his way down, tongue dipping into your belly button and placing a kiss there, too. You tried not to squirm away when he finally made contact with your dripping core. His hot breath was licking your mound, making you hyperaware of his presence there and also making you even wetter.

Feeling how nervous you were, Bucky looked at you softly and kissed your inner thighs. You breathed in shakily. His lips were covering your inner thighs with kisses, hands stroking your sides and stomach, fingers occasionally finding your nipples, Bucky calmed you down. Soon, you were melting under his soft and loving touches as he made his way to your pussy slowly.

First flick of his tongue on your clit had you gasping, bucking your hips and grabbing onto his hands on your stomach. Bucky shushed you and placed a kiss on your clit, sucking it just a little.

“Oh my God! Bucky!” You moaned. He shushed you again with grounding strokes of his thumbs on the back of your hands. He dove in.

His tongue flicked on your clit over and over again, lips closed around the tiny bud and sucked little hickeys onto it. His scruff was rubbing on your inner thighs and making this whole new experience even better. You kept moaning, whining and whimpering; your hands never letting of his, you held onto them tight as you arched your back and buried your face into the pillow with your eyes closed.

You could feel your slick running down, dripping onto bed, because the sounds Bucky was making while eating you out were so hot, it made your thigh muscles twitch around his head. He was burying one groan after the other into your pussy, humming and grunting at the taste of your slick and your tight hold on his hands.

At one point, he pulled back. Freeing one of his hands out of your hold, Bucky swiped a finger from your slit to your clit. You cried out. The colors were exploding behind your closed eyes; your body was taut with the expected orgasm. Bucky swiped his fingers a few more times before he slowly dipped it inside you. An audible hitch in your breath, Bucky stopped. He pulled his finger back slightly only to push it back in.

“James,” you whined. You could feel the pressure gathering in your lower belly. “Please, God, please─” You groaned when he continued to move his fingers in you as he pressed his thumb over your clit. You were close. You were so close, you could fucking taste it. You whimpered. Your free hand found his body, and you grabbed the meaty shoulder, digging your nails deep. Bucky hummed and crooked his fingers.

You screamed when you came.

Your body went taut, muscles cramping, you felt them relaxing at the same time. It was a bit weird and amazing feeling which you loved. It wasn’t that you’ve never made yourself come, you have, but none of them felt like this.

“Your fucking face─” You heard Bucky growl lightly. He climbed his way up to your lips and kissed you passionately. “The way you look when you come? Gorgeous.” He kissed you harshly, nipping your bottom lip. “The way you taste? Magnificent. Pouring out some sugar for me, there, don’t you, baby?” You felt your cheeks burn at his words as he ducked in for yet another kiss which you gave him happily. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him even closer. He pulled back just a little and started kissing on your cheeks and neck. “You still wanna do it?” He asked. You nodded. “Speak up, bubba,” he nudged your jaw with his nose. You squirmed happily at the pet name.

“Yes,” you whispered. “Still wanna do it. Still wan’it to be you. Please?” You looked at him with wide eyes, face open and excited.

Bucky wanted to hide you in his bed forever because you were too good to be true. “Alright, love, okay,” he whispered. He reached for his wallet that he left on the bedside drawer and pulled out a condom. Bucky was quick and efficient as he put on the condom, discarding its small package.

You gasped lightly when you saw his cock. It was a little above average, wasn’t too big that it might really hurt you. He was uncut, but you could see faint lines of veins throbbing there. There was a shining metal going through his cock head, but to avoid panicking, you diverted your eyes to his ball. They were big and looked full, and suddenly, you felt your body burning even more with the thought of them slapping against your skin.

“It’s might hurt at the beginning, okay?” He said, drawing your attention back to him. “Tell me, please, just tell me to stop if it hurts really bad or you just don’t wanna do this anymore, alright?” You nodded. He tapped on your lips. “Words, honey.”

“Yes,” you breathed. “I’ll tell you to stop if I don’t like it.” He nodded with a big smile on his face.

“That’s right,” he whispered and kissed you. Settling in deeper between your thighs, Bucky kept kissing you. One of his hands was on your face, gently stroking your cheek, while the other had grabbed his cock and lined it up.

The slide in was smooth, and Bucky was going real slow. He really didn’t want to hurt you, make this experience a bad one, so he was being extra careful. He could feel how your silky wet walls wrapping his cock slowly as he inched in, in and in. His eyes were rolling backwards behind his closed lids. It was addicting, the way you felt around him. Bucky never wanted to pull out, wanted to stay buried in you forever because you were so tight, so warm and so wet, it was like a dream come true.

“Sweetheart,” he croaked. “You feel so fuckin’ good.” Your breath hitched at his low voice calling you a sweet name. Between your thighs you were aching, hurting just a little it, too, but it wasn’t unbearable. You held onto him tight, reeled into the feeling of his cock sliding into you and just… felt.

You whimpered when his cock was fully seated. There was a throbbing pain, almost pulsating with the same beat as your heart. Bucky was panting in your ear. He wasn’t moving, was just holding you tight against him and trying to control himself until you gave him the go. You hummed a little as he pain subsided.

“You good, bubba?” He asked, lifting his head only a little to look you in the eye. You sniffed, tears had sprung to your eyes at the pain, but it was gone now. You nodded, hands tightening on his shoulders.

“Yeah,” you whispered. “Move, please?” Bucky groaned. He gave you another kiss on the lips: A sweet, chaste and soft kiss. You sighed into it.

Carefully, he pulled out a bit and slid back in, stealing your breath. His breathing was shaky. You could hear his silent grunts and groans. His hands were fisting the bedding until you grabbed them and twined your fingers together. He kissed your neck as thanks. He continued to thrust into you slowly. Every drag of his cock, you could feel it in your bones, deep in your body, and it was so goddamn good.

“God,” you choked on a moan. “Fuck, faster, please─” Bucky growled.

“Don’t wanna hurt you,” he hissed through his clenched teeth. Sweat was beading on his forehead, chest and back, making his skin glow. You whimpered as you turned your head to him where he buried his face into the crook of your neck and kissed his temple.

“You won’t,” you said. “It doesn’t hurt anymore, please!” You clenched your thighs around his hips, urging him to move a little faster. His growling increased; it sounded like he was almost snarling with each thrust of his hips.

“You want it hard, darlin’?” He asked, taunted. You whimpered again as you nodded. A wanton cry of ‘yes’ spilled out of your mouth. “You want me to fuck you faster, hm?” You let out another litany of yeses and tightened your hands in his. Bucky groaned deep and loud. His hips started to snap against yours. His balls hitting your slick covered skin, his cock started to move in and out of you at a rapid pace.

The pleasure it brought was fucking blinding.

You moaned when he gave you a particular hard thrust. You were moving up and down on the bed where you were lying on your back as Bucky thrusted in and out of you madly. You could feel the metal you saw through the condom stroking your sensitive walls, making the pleasure feel even better, and you knew you were going to come. You could feel how close you were.

“James,” you breathed, your face drowning in pleasure as he looked at you. “’m gonna come,” you whined. “’m so close, ‘m gonna come!” Bucky snarled.

Straightening up a bit, he leaned onto his elbows, still holding your hands. His thrusts were deeper now. He was hitting at a spot that got you choking on almost every moan that wanted to get out, stealing your breath with each thrust; you were delirious.

“Bucky,” you sighed. Your voice carried a panicking tone, but it was because you were so close to coming. “Bucky, fuck, I’m─”

“Come, honey,” he whispered, lips brushing yours. “Come for me, c’mon.” He ducked down to bite one of your breasts, sucking and licking at the same time. You gasped. Your thighs and walls clenched around him so tightly, Bucky’s eyes rolled behind his head, mouth open and he was almost drooling at the sensation. “Fuck!” He roared. The vice of your walls around his hard cock felt so fucking good, he started to move in and out of you rapidly. He was jackrabitting, so close to coming himself, and you didn’t mind. It still felt good albeit a bit too much.

“James,” you whispered. Your hand squeezed his and you lifted your head enough to peck him on the lips. Bucky moaned brokenly. He leaned down, fully pressing his lips on yours as he kissed you deeply. He was releasing moans and grunts and sighs into the kiss, into your mouth, and you smiled. “Come on, lemme see you,” you whispered again. Pecking his lips once and twice, licking his bottom lip, you bit it gently.

Bucky cursed. His thrust halted for a second. His balls jerked as he thrusted into you one last time, and he filled the condom with his seed, his face buried in your neck. You hummed. His weight on you was a welcomed one, it felt like a personal, living, weighted blanket and you hummed again.

“Oh shit,” Bucky whispered. It was quiet for a while. He silently and carefully pulled out of you and ditched the condom. He got up to get a wet cloth from the bathroom. When he returned, he gently cleaned the between your legs, taking away all the dirt and slight blood that he caused, and then cleaned himself. Dropping the cloth somewhere in the bathroom, he walked back inside the room, lay on the bed and gathered you in his arms, hugging you tight against his chest. You sighed contently. “How do you feel? Was I too rough?”

“Mm, no,” you murmured. Your face was squished on his chest. The barbells on his nipples were warm against your cheek. “It was perfect.” You smiled dopily as you pulled back. You kissed him on the cheeks and then on the lips. “Thank you.” He smiled at you back; the crinkles around his eyes showing themselves, he scrunched his nose.

“You’re very welcome, bubba,” he whispered, kissing your nose. You chuckled and settled back on his chest. You lay in the silence. Although both of you were tired, you didn’t feel the need of sleep immediately. Bucky was in agreement with you since he started to hum again. You frowned for a second until you realized he was still singing the same song from before. You chuckled. “Hmm,” he said.

“Same song still?”

“Yup,” he grinned. “Lyrics fit, don’t you think?” You made a questioning sound. His grin widened. He was expecting you’d react like that. “You got the peaches, I got the cream,” he sang, and you snorted out loud as your face burned yet again. “Sweet to taste, saccharine.” You started to laugh. “Cause I’m hot, hot, so hot, sticky sweeet!” He started to crack up slightly. “From my head, my head to my feet, yeaah!”

“Oh my God, stop!” You cackled, face buried in his neck.

“Never,” he said and went back to singing. “Take a bottle, shake it uuup! Break the bubble, break it uuuup!” He stopted, looking at your with the corner of his eyes. You snorted and bit his neck lightly. “Come on, sing this part with me.” You shook your head. “Come ooon! Do this and I’ll shut up, I promise.” You looked at his grinning stupid face. Rolling your eyes, you murmured a ‘fine’.

“Pour some sugar on meee!” Both of you sang, trying very hard not to crack up. “Oooh, in the name of looovee! Pour some sugar on meee! C’mon fire me uup!” Bucky flipped your positions, taking you under him again, causing your breath to hitch and stop you singing.

“Pour some sugar on me,” he sang quietly this time. He leaned in and kissed you passionately, deeply, lovingly. His lips traveled your neck, peppering kisses and then came back to your lips again. He whispered the last notes of the song as he leaned in close enough for his lips to crush against yours before he engulfed you into another hot and loving round of sex.  

“Ooh, I can’t get enough…”

Your grinning self was turned into a gasping and chanting his name with pleasure one real quick after that.

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[one-with-the-floor]

“Angel, for fuck’s sake.”

“There’s another bedroom just down the hall, dear. You’re adaptable, I believe in you.”

Crowley groans and does his best to peek around Aziraphale’s shoulder and get a look through the slight opening in the door. Aziraphale frowns at him and pulls it shut with a click.

He’s not allowed in the master bedroom. He hasn’t been informed of why he’s not allowed in the master bedroom, but here they are, two days after moving into their new cottage, and he’s stuck out in the hall.

Changing tactics, Crowley puts on his best pout and leans sadly against Aziraphale’s side. “I miss my bed,” he says morosely.

Aziraphale lets out a bark of laughter. “You’ve never slept in that bed.”

“Yeah,” Crowley says. “I’m missing out on it.”

Aziraphale chuckles again and presses a kiss to his forehead. “Soon, darling. I’m not going to keep you out indefinitely. And the second bedroom is nice.”

“So’s the main one,” Crowley mutters. “Picked the bloody house for those south facing windows, and I don’t even get to enjoy them.”

“The windows will still be there when you’re allowed in.”

Crowley sighs, clearly unable to win this argument. He kisses Aziraphale on the cheek and heads down the hall to the other bedroom, still complaining about having gotten a cottage with a nice bedroom for him specifically as he goes.

Two nights later, Crowley decides to sneak in while Aziraphale is making dinner. He’s bloody curious, he wasn’t made for secrets and mysteries. What’s the fun if he can’t find out? So he goes upstairs under the guise of an afternoon nap, and then when he hears Aziraphale start pulling out pots and pans downstairs, creeps across the hall to the door of the master bedroom.

It does not go as planned.

“Ngk!” Crowley cries when he finds himself suddenly downstairs, the doorknob under his hand suddenly replaced by Aziraphale’s arm. “Don’t do that! Scared the life out of me!”

Aziraphale’s smile is smug. “I just wanted to see you, dear,” he says sweetly. “I heard you were up, so I thought I’d save you the trip down the stairs.”

Crowley rolls his eyes. “What the hell do you have in that room?”

“Just a few more days, dearest.”

Crowley squints at him, decides to call his bluff. “Nah,” he drawls. “Think I’ll just go up now.”

“It’s not ready yet!”

“Don’t care. Need a good night’s sleep, and I’m gonna get it in my proper bed.”

Aziraphale gives him a searching look. Crowley holds his ground, plastering a smirk on his face and exuding the energy of a saunter while standing in place.

Then Aziraphale shrugs and says “Alright,” and Crowley’s jaw drops.

“What?”

“Go ahead, go in.”

“Really?” Crowley says cautiously, looking for the catch.

“Of course. I, however, believe that I will be sleeping in the second bedroom tonight.”

Crowley nearly falls over. “You’re gonna sleep tonight?”

“I think so,” Aziraphale says, distressingly calm. “It’s been a few weeks, a rest sounds nice.”

This time Crowley’s pout is genuine. “Without me?”

“Oh, no, darling,” Aziraphale says, cupping Crowley’s jaw softly. “I’d love to have you join me.” His smile goes sugary sweet. “In the second bedroom.”

Crowley doesn’t argue past that.

It’s their sixth night in the cottage before Aziraphale finally lets Crowley into the master bedroom. He makes a quip about six days of work and dragging the angel into bed for a full day of “rest” on day seven, but Aziraphale just smiles fondly and leads him down the hall. He pauses with his hand on the doorknob.

“It’s…” Aziraphale starts. He suddenly looks just a little bit nervous, and Crowley squeezes his hand even though he doesn’t understand why. It earns him another smile, though, and Aziraphale squeezes back. “I hope you like it, is all.”

Crowley’s heart is going a little fast when he finally steps into the room, but it stalls out completely when he sees what Aziraphale has done with it. “Oh,” he breathes. “Oh, angel…”

When they first toured the house weeks ago, the master bedroom had been painted an inoffensive, boring beige. They had bickered happily about colors a few times, and landed on a soft blue that would glow in the morning sunlight. Aziraphale had painted it onto the walls neatly, with crisp edges and a seamless finish.

It was what he had done to the ceiling that took Crowley’s breath away. Deep, midnight blue paint covered the whole of it, and scattered precisely over it were dots of white and warm yellow, with faint lines drawn between some of them. Marking out the constellations among all of the stars.

“Angel,” Crowley says again, still breathless. “Did… heaven, did you do this all yourself?”

Aziraphale smiles, a shy pride in his voice. “By hand. You should see all the star charts I had out while I was planning it out, there was barely room to step.”

“It’s accurate?” he gasps, but as soon as he asks he can see it, the oh so familiar patterns coming into focus as he matches up the paint with the specific patch of night sky it corresponds to.

“Wait. Wait, if Libra’s there, that means…” He drops Aziraphale’s hand to rush to the bed against the northern wall, stepping up onto it in one stride and staring at the pair of dots just above the bed, bigger than most of the others.

“I thought it seemed appropriate,” Aziraphale says, coming up behind him. “You wanted us to find a home on Alpha Centauri, once. Now that we’ve got one, I thought it would be nice to bring Alpha Centauri to us.” When Crowley doesn’t respond, Aziraphale reaches for his hand again. “Darling? Are you alright?”

Crowley nods, and then nods again more forcefully before turning around to jump off the bed and into Aziraphale’s embrace so he can hide his damp eyes in his husband’s neck. “I love you.”

Aziraphale squeezes him tight and leans up to kiss his temple. “I love you too, my dear. I’m glad you like it.”

“Love it. Adore you.” He pulls back to kiss Aziraphale soundly, then grins against his lips wickedly. “Come on, angel. Got a week’s worth of bed enjoyment to make up for.”

Aziraphale laughs, and happily lets himself be led to the bed, where they can lie together under the stars—their stars—for as long as they wish.

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