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ventismacchiato · 9 months ago

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O8 stuck with you — im on top (of you) !

scaramouche x gender neutral reader

The day you had been dreading was finally upon you.

“Stop looking so sad,” Yoimiya sighs as she looks over to where you were slumped on the floor of the recording studio you guys were in.

“My beautiful voice…mixed in with his,” you shuddered at the mere thought of his vocals sullying the album.

“Quit being so dramatic,” Lumine chastised, reaching over to get you off the floor.

You look over to where Scara was similarly slumped on the floor, staring into the wall as his group members conversed around him. Looks like he wasn’t too into the idea of recording with you either.

“You guys ready?” Albedo asks, walking in carrying a stack of papers as he walks past you guys to the soundbooth. The young blonde had been one of the company’s producers since you’d debuted. He reminded you a mix between Kazuha and Xiao, quiet but managed to get his artistic vision across.

“You two,” Albedo gestures to you and Scara, “I was instructed to get you both done quickly before working on the group song.”

“Jean really slotted all this time and took into consideration how much Scaramouche and Yn bicker,” Fischl muses.

“What are we singing?” Scaramouche asks, flipping through the page of lyrics Albedo handed you both.

“A love song,” Albedo answers, hooking a pair of headphones onto his head, “Let’s just try it out and see what needs to be added, go on then.”

He gently pushes you into the recording booth as you both tug on your own pair of headphones.

You eye the lyrics as you tug the microphone closer to you, wincing at the implications behind the words.

The first few attempts were disastrous to say the least. Scaramouche kept criticizing your timing and you kept pointing out how he was overpowering the track. Albedo’s patience, which was unbelievably high if he worked with the likes of you, was wearing thin as you both argued over every line.

After a take that finally sounded decent Albedo gestures for you two to come out of the booth.

“Are we finally done?” Scara asks.

“That sounded pretty good to me,” Childe pipes up.

“If you guys had collaborated earlier we would be drowning in so much money right now,” Venti sighs dejectedly.

“Almost,” Albedo answers, fingers flying over his keyboard, "I just need you both to moan,” Albedo deadpanned.

“What?” Scara slowly says, like he’s on the verge of strangling Albedo by the neck.

“Before you say anything just listen to this clip.”

You couldn’t even process anything before Albedo was hitting play and your gentle voice mixed with Scara’s came out of the speakers, followed by some harmonies by Aether and then Xiao that he’d added in later. It all sounded good as they all harmonized together, but even you could feel that something was missing.

“So, you need us to do what ?”

“Moan, so I can use it as backup vocals,” Albedo hummed, twirling a pen with his fingers, seeming nonchalant about what he was asking of them.

“Fuck no,” Scara says, jutting a finger at you, “Why do I have to moan on the same song as them.”

“I don’t want to either,” you huff as your members erupt into a fit of laughter behind you. The traitors.

“It’s just my suggestion,” Albedo says, putting his hands up, “Just try it out.”

“I don’t get paid enough for this, how am I supposed to moan with Yn next to me?”

“I get dried up just looking at you.”

“The world gets dry from looking at you.”

“You should have no trouble faking a moan, since it’s probably what everyone you’ve ever slept with has done.”

Albedo snaps his fingers in front of you both.

“I don’t care how you do it, just harmonize a moan or two for me,” Albedo says, pushing you both back into the booth, “I would like to go home early for once.”

“We won’t be able to see you,” Albedo adds, “So feel free to do whatever helps you get out the best moans.”

“Gross,” Scara called out as Albedo shut the door behind him.

“I’m going to kill myself,” you mumble as you tug the microphone towards you once again.

Scara glares at you as you both stand in the booth, the microphone between you two a symbol of your forced cooperation. You can feel the tension radiating off him, and it's not helping your own nerves. You take a deep breath, trying to steady yourself.

"Let's just get this over with," you mutter, avoiding Scara's eyes.

"Fine," he snaps, crossing his arms. "But don't think for a second that I'm happy about this."

You roll your eyes. "Yeah, well, neither am I."

There's a long, uncomfortable silence as you both stare at the microphone. Outside the booth, Albedo is watching, his expression expectant. You glance at Scara, trying to gauge his mood. He's scowling, but there's a flicker of something else in his eyes—something like hesitation.

"Look," you say, trying to sound reasonable in an attempt to get this over with. "Let's just do one take and see how it goes. If it sounds terrible, we can convince Albedo to scrap the idea."

Scara raises an eyebrow, but after a moment, he nods. "Fine. One take."

You both lean towards the microphone, your faces inches apart. You can feel Scara's breath on your skin, and it sends a shiver down your spine. You close your eyes, trying to block out the awkwardness, and focus on the task at hand.

Taking a deep breath, you let out a soft, hesitant moan. It feels strange and embarrassing, but you push through, hoping it will be over soon. Beside you, Scara does the same, his moan blending with yours.

Scaramouche’s moans would usually sound like a sexually-transmitted disease: gross and something that you’d never touch with a fifteen-foot pole, but for a moment, it created an unexpected harmony.

Albedo's voice crackles through the intercom. "That was... actually not bad. Let's try it one more time, but with a bit more feeling. Scara, go a bit lower.”

You both go through the motions again, and you try to ignore how Scara’s moans sound so resonant through your headphones and the heat on your cheeks from making such an intimate sound beside him.

Albedo’s voice comes through the intercom again. “Perfect. That’s exactly what we needed.”

You sigh with relief, tugging off the headphones as fast as you could and slipping out the booth.

As you and Scara step out of the booth, you're immediately met with the smirking faces of the other members. They're lounging on the studio couch, looking far too amused for your liking.

Childe is the first to speak, a stupid grin plastered across his face. "Well, well, look at you two. Didn't know you two were that freaky."

Lumine snickers, giving you both a mock round of applause. "That was hot. It felt like I was interrupting.”

“I hope you all die,” Scara says from beside you before turning to Albedo, “And you’re a freak for suggesting that.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Albedo hums, already tuning them out as he has his headphones back on.

"Alright, alright," you say, trying to change the subject. "Can we please focus on something else now?"

Venti stands up, stretching. "Fine, fine. But you know we’re never going to let you live this down, right?"

“I’m personally going to buy several copies of this album,” Yoimiya giggles.

“I hope Albedo makes you guys do something embarrassing,” you huff.

"No wonder you're still a virgin if you sound like that when moaning,” Scaramouche says, smirking as he slips past you to sit on the couch.

“Shut up,” you grumble.

“Can’t even defend yourself,” Scara taunts.

“Lot of talk for someone who also hasn’t gotten laid in a while,” Aether whistles.

“Whose side are you on, Aether?!”

Later that day

“Let’s just get this over with,” you sigh as you follow your members towards the studio.

“I’m excited,” Venti hums, skipping ahead of you.

“I’m surprised at how quickly they pulled this together,” Xiao comments, opening the door for you, “It’s like they’ve been waiting for you two to fuck up.”

“Which you have, several times,” Lumine unhelpfully pipes up from behind you.

“I’m so sick of you guys,” you grumble, accepting your fate.

As you walked into the studio, you could only stare in disbelief at the high ceiling, the windows that took the length of the walls letting in the evening light, poppy color mottled across the sky as the sun quietly set behind you. Wealth practically drips from the room as you look around. You never even used this space for your album photoshoots, since you guys never needed such a big space for just you six.

In one of the corners you spotted a large camera standing tall in front of a white backdrop, the ground adorned with roses and petals. The white-pink petals fluttered in the wind as the fans in the corner caused them to float throughout the studio. The reds and pinks jump out against the white. It was sickeningly romantic. You wanted to throw up at the implication.

You spotted Jean talking to Scaramouche, who looked like she was giving the other a pep talk before she spotted you and waved you over.

“Yn! We were just discussing the photoshoot, Lisa will instruct you two after she’s done talking to the crew. I need to go chat with them, you two stay here and get ready,” Jean rushed out, calling over some stylists to fix you guys up, already out of breath as she dashed over to Lisa.

“You’re late,” Scara says as his greeting as a group of women start fussing over your guys’ hair and outfits.

“You’re early, tryhard.”

“Not your best comeback,” Yoimiya whistles from a few feet away.

“Alright you guys,” Lisa calls out, walking over to where your groups were gathered getting touched up, “We’re going to get the group shots over with, then some solo ones, and we’ll separate to do some pairing shots.”

They all stood together awkwardly as they waited for the staff to finish setting up the cameras, once they finally did they led the group and positioned them. For group pictures they had all the girls stand to one side and the guys on the other, so you guys were in a crescent moon shape. Right after you all separate, the girls in another set and the males in a different one.

The cameraman moved and adjusted everyone for what felt like a hundred dozen times before he finally clapped and positioned you guys to take the picture. He had you hold a pose where you were sitting on a bench and leaning on your side for what felt like forever, you would surely gain some sort of back pain from this.

The most awkward part was the solo photoshoots. Even after becoming an idol you still felt awfully awkward when doing them, but when it was just your members you could manage. But being in front of Scara made you feel extra self conscious.

People like Aether and Childe had a blast, and all the girls seemed to be enjoying it. But you felt quite embarrassed as you were told to pose seductively and show more skin. You weren't alone in this predicament, since Xiao and Kazuha seemed to be having a tough time as well when they were forced to manspread on some seats. Scaramouche became complacent and let the cameraman adjust him accordingly, he even went along with the whorish poses Lisa was having too much fun making them all do.

“Doesn’t Scara look good manspreading half naked like that?” Venti whispers in your ear.

You jump, startled as you stare back at him in disdain.

“No,” you scoff, “Stop ogling him.”

You’re still still stuck on the fact that Scaramouche is shirtless and actually has a decent build. Yes, it's objectively hot—something that you’d admit under the pain of getting an arm hacked off—but it's also quite insane.

With the group photoshoot finished, they all bid farewell as they separated off into their own corners to do their paired shots.

“Alright, Scara and Yn you guys are going to be in Set B,” Jean stated, gently pushing the two of them in that direction. You look and spot the dreaded set where it looked like cupid himself threw up.

You both trailed behind the cameramen over to it, trying your best to not step and wilt any of the flowers artistically placed on the ground.

“Okay, I’m in charge of you guys!” Lisa grinned as you guys approached her, “I’m going to have so much fun with you two.”

“Not too much fun,” Scaramouche grumbles as you both go to stand before the camera.

“Scara, don’t be a prude and unbutton your shirt. Yn, I need you to lay down,” Lisa instructs, walking over and pushing you down until you’re laying down on the petals. You were still reluctant at the fact you would have to do a paired photoshoot with Scara, so your reaction time was still quite slow. Lisa eventually just adjusted your body as needed and bent down next to you, spreading out your hair and laid some petals on it, standing up to admire her work.

“Scaramouche, you’re gonna hover over them and hold that position for a while, and when I say next you lean in as if you’re going to kiss them. Is that alright?” Lisa asked, already heading back to the camera and having the cameramen adjust it lower to capture them in the frame.

“If I say no, does that do anything?” Scara asks.

“No! Now get to it!”

Scara mutters a curse under his breath as he begins to unbutton his button up. You catch a glimpse of his bare skin before he’s kneeling down to knees and crawling over you, placing both palms on either side of your head and leaning forward. Since he couldn’t just hold a plank over you forever, Scara placed one knee in between your legs and another one beside your left leg for stability.

Your breath was hitched in your throat at the proximity, you could see every detail of Scara’s stupid face and makeup from underneath him. You couldn’t help but let your mind wander to how intimate you both were being right now, you’d never been underneath someone like this before. Unless you were being pinned down by Lumine during a fistfight of some sort when you accidentally ate her food.

“Yn! Put your arms around his neck!”

You flinched at Lisa’s yell but did as you were told and wrapped your arms around Scara’s neck, bringing him closer as you did so. There wasn't anywhere to look but at Scara’s eyes, which felt awkward and weird in itself, so you opted for your eyes to wander. But they landed on his lips instead, which wasn’t any better.

Scara’s dark eyes bore into yours, his gaze not wavering as you looked everywhere but at him. That was before you realized this was a literal photoshoot and adjusted your eyes back to him.

“Both of you, stop glaring!”

Scaramouche sighed above you, before forcing himself to soften his gaze towards you. It felt odd to be looked at like an equal by him.

You study Scaramouche closely, now that you’re forced to. He has these lips that are plush pink and they meet just barely like the slightest touch would coax them open. His eyelashes are long and there’s a beauty mark just shy of his eye coated over with concealer. His ears are small and there’s an assortment of earrings hanging off of them, ones he never wears during practice. He’s stupidly pretty. It makes you want to punch him.

“Alright, hold for ten then move to the next position.”

Ten seconds? That felt like hours due to the way Scara was looking down at you, a fabricated gentle gaze in his eyes as he eyed you up and down.

“Next!”

“The faster we comply the faster I can get out of this stupid position with you,” Scara huffs, his voice barely above a whisper before he leans forwards and hovers his lips right above your jaw. Your body instinctively moves its hands to run through his hair, as if you both were actually going to kiss. God forbid.

“Cut!”

The lights dimmed and Scara immediately pushed himself off of you. You slowly sat up, dizzy from the stress of being that close to someone you disliked.

“I’m the one who had to hover over you and you’re tired? Pathetic,” Scara huffs, reaching down to roughly tug your arm so you’re standing and almost immediately letting go of you after.

“Don’t you think this is a little too much?” Scara asks, walking ahead of you towards where Lisa was looking through the photos

“We made everyone do paired shoots, see!” Lisa says, turning the screen to show you.

You and Scara scroll through to see all your members in pairs like you both, but none of them are quite like yours.

“So Venti and Aether got to pose in a car and we had to fake a kiss?” Scara scoffs, “Where’s the delete button–?"

Lisa yanks the camera from him before he has the chance and shoos them off.

“I’ve got enough from you guys, go get your makeup undone.”

“This is so dumb,” you grumble as you follow behind Scara. All of this work because you both couldn’t keep your mouth shut during an awards show and now you had to fake being in love with the idiot.

You pray to Buddha, God, and whatever other deity out there that was most certainly laughing at you, that you can manage to get along with Scaramouche before anyone does notice it’s all fake.

stuck with you!

masterlist — prev | next

when i say moans i mean like the song Mmmh by KAI like do u see the vision

also the album cover can be you or one of the other members depending on what ur comf with 😇

pls ignore how is it fake is listed twice 😔 also the lyrics are from taylor i can see you

yk the drill comment on the masterlist if i can use ur user and make u a fan

synopsis — after the disaster that was the live award show, where you and scaramouche got into an argument on stage after both of your groups got a tie for top artists, your guys' PR teams have been in shambles trying to scrape up your mess. that's when the idea to send you both off with some other idols to a remote location for a survival dating show to mend your public image comes up. before you know it your bags are packed and you’re on a plane to a remote island. the only obligation is you need to end up with scaramouche at the end of the show, whether you end up liking him or not doesn’t matter to your managers as long as the show’s ratings stay high. whatever you do in between to get there is up to you!

notes sorry guys for the long wait i was lowk goin thru it but im back 🗣️

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trulyy-yourzz · 4 months ago

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Hii mami

how you doing today ? I have an idea

can you make one where r is Billie’s teacher and has a husband (shes secretly a lesbian)but Billie doesn’t gaf and wants her but r keeps saying no so one day Billie pulls up at r house pretending having tutoring lessons with her and ends up fucking r at her house while her husband is here (they don’t get caught btw)

im in no rush honey

take ur time

ilyyy

♡smut. - B.E x fem!reader

Hi babyy! I was wondering where you had disappeared too. But back again with the wonderful ideas I see 🤭 ilyy! Enjoy love

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You loved your husband. You really did. But the journey through marriage was the one thing that made you realize sudden... changes.

For a few years now, you have taught physiology for the longest. It was one of your favorites back when you were in university. Even though you often got clowned for it.

But you especially loved teaching that class because of one particular girl..

Billie.

She was everyone's favorite. They loved her for who she was and how she was with others. There was not one negative thing about her... she was perfect from her dark silky hair to her diamond like eyes to her odd but very attractive choice of clothing.

You tried to push her away. You really did. But the more she interacted with you, the more attraction you felt towards her. It was like a magnetic pull you couldn't intercept. A strong knot you couldn't untie.

You were at your desk, lost in thought while everyone was too focused on an assignment or having their own conversations.

You stared at your laptop, biting on your nail as you scrolled through your emails mindlessly. You had applied to teach at a more professional position at your school and hadn't gotten an email back yet when you should've around this time.

You rested your face in the palm of your hands, sighing deeply.

You felt a tap on your shoulder, a soft voice calling your name. So you looked up and she smiled when you saw her. Her smile was a grin that challenged the boundaries of her face. And bright eyes that practically hypnotized you without the entiention to.

"Hi babe, feeling okay?" You loved the way she talked to you... loved the way she called you those cute little nicknames in that arousing tone that turned you on more than it should've. You had a husband.

You had everything any other woman could want.. a big house, a stable job that paid good money, and a loving man who cherished and spoiled you every single day. Then why wasn't it enough? Why weren't you satisfied.

"Yeah. I'm okay. Thank you, Billie." She tilted her head and the grin on her face more prominent as she leaned in closer, her hands planted on the desk for support.

"You seem stressed babe... I know a thing or two to help with that."

You swallowed. Hard. You felt your body weaken at the intense eye contact between you two. The tension in the air felt more and more dominant as the time passed by. It was like she could see right through you. Undressing you with her eyes, slowly. painfully.

"Uhm..." And before you could finish your sentence, the bell rang. dismissing all students from their classes. Thank god.

After hours of reviewing papers and driving through the flooded streets from the pouring rain, you'd finally made it home. Your husband was still in his office around this time, nost likely fallen asleep. He was pretty strict about not being bothered, so you did your best to leave him alone.

He would stay in his office for hours and come out early in the morning. This was an everyday thing, so you often slept in the room alone. It was sad, but you were understanding.

You finally took a hot shower, feeling in need of one all day. It was around 6 p.m., so you still had time before you'd head to bed. You threw on a black silk nightgown and walked out into the living room, plopping onto the couch and sighing deeply.

You were lost in thought once again, and your mind ran back to the interaction with Billie earlier that day.

The way she looked at you had been replaying in your had all day. You could feel the intimacy through her gaze. It was hot. It was seductive.

You took a deep breath and snaked your hand to the lace of the bottom of your nightgown, tugging at it slightly as you bit down on your lip. This was wrong. But you couldn't help it. She made you like this. You were fine without sex in your marriage, or so you thought, for all your husband did was work. You did try to at least have a little action with him. But his excuse was always 'I'm busy'.

All that built-up sexual frustration multiplied as each day went by. You felt unwanted. Like you weren't enough for him.

You slid the fabric covering your pussy to the side, revealing all the wetness that had built up on your underwear.

Your head fell back against the cushion of the couch as you slid a finger inside your dripping cunt. You squirmed and let out an unsatisfied whine. It wasn't enough. You tried adding another finger, but before you could, you were interrupted by the doorbell that echoed throughout the house.

Your body shot up, and you fixed yourself before walking over to the front of the house. You opened the door, and your eyes widened at the sight of Billie right in front of you.

"Hi beautiful." She smiled. "Billie? How did you...?" She chuckled as her eyes ran down your figure, noticing the thin fabric that covered absolutely nothing. It was short and very inviting. And the fact that you hadn't been wearing a bra had her questioning what she even came here for. It took every bone in her body not to just pounce on you right then and there.

You noticed her checking you out, and you gasped, realizing you had been showing quite a lot of skin. "Oh, uh... one second." She smirked, and you closed the door behind you. Running to your room to grab a sweater and throwing it over your head.

Billie smiled at you once you'd open the door again, inviting her in. "Sorry about that..." you said nervously. "No worries. The night dress was cute, though. What a shame you changed"

You felt your body heat up. You were embarrassed... just a minute ago, your hands were in places they shouldn't have been. touching yourself to the thoughts of her.

And now she was on your couch, sitting in the same spot you were just fucking yourself on. Or at least attempting to.

You eyed the door to your husband's office, clearing your throat before you spoke. "So.. to what do I owe the pleasure?" She turned her head to look at you, standing in the kitchen. Billie bit down on her lip before she stood up. "Well... I just needed some help."

Your heart began to race, every heart beat louder than the next as she got closer with every step towards you. "The assignment from earlier today. I don't quite understand it?"

You swallowed. Hard. She looked so hot. Sweatpants hanging low on her waist, just enough for her tattoo and colored boxers to peak through, a black hoodie that was slightly cropped. Oh, and you can't forget about her messy dark hair flipped to the side. 'Fuck. me.' You thought to yourself. Figuratively but mostly literally of course.

"What was there not to understand? I'm pretty sure I explained it pretty well." Billie leaned over the counter across from you, biting down on her lip as she smiled.

"Really? I guess I was just distracted." For a second, you got lost in her iris. Distracted by the slight glimmer in her eyes from the light, making them pop. You took a deep breath. "Best pay attention then, love."

She had to physically hold back from pretty much dicking you down on your own counter. The sudden nickname making her body shiver as she groaned. "Or you could help me now?"

You raised your brows, nodding your head slowly. "And what do I get in return?" You smugged, licking your lips as you looked at her own. Dammit. This was your student you were flirting with. But it was so hard to resist her when she talked to you like this.

"Why ruin the surprise pretty? You'll find out soon enough. " You exhaled, mind wondering to all the types of 'surprises' she could be talking about. "Why not tell me now.. I'm impatient." No. You wanted her to show you.

Your bottom lip stuck out, pouting before you walked around the kitchen island and stood next to her, softening your voice. "Think of this as... extra credit?"

Fuck it. She wanted you now. Show you exactly what she'd been wanting to do to you for so long. Forget the fact that you had a husband. You didn't love him anyway. Romantically, at least.

She grabbed your hips, pinning you in front of her, the counter digging into your back before she lifted you up, sitting your body down carefully onto the cold marble. "For all the hard work I'm about to do? Extra credit would be very much appreciated."

She tugged on your sweatshirt, urging you to take it off before sliding her hand up your thigh. Dangerously close to your heat... exactly where you'd wanted her. "Take this off for me baby." She whispered. And without another thought, you did as you were told, yanking the hoodie off of your body and now exposing the black satin gown you were wearing earlier. It was getting too hot anyway. Especially with her here in front of you.

Billie hummed, pleased with how fast you'd responded to her. So precious. She slid her hand farther up your thigh, pulling at the elastic of the fabric that covered your cunt and sliding it off of your legs. You whimpered, feeling the cool breeze between your legs.

"Shh. Wouldn't want your husband to hear. Would we now?" You shook your head. She shoved your underwear in the pocket of her sweatpants before picking you up and bringing you to whatever room she could find. Preferably yours. The thought of fucking you in the master bedroom you shared with your husband was fucking hot.

She carefully tossed you onto the cushion of the bed, lying on your back as she crawled up to you, hovering over your body. "You have no clue how long I've wanted to do this."

You brought your hands up, wrapping them around her neck as you pulled her closer, tangling your fingers in her hair. "Better get to it then." She smirked devishly. Impressed by your sudden boldness.

"Yes ma'am." She maneuvered her way down to your heat, grabbing onto the bottom of your nightgown before lifting it up to your mouth. "Here. Try not to be too loud mama." You nodded your head, biting down onto the fabric.

You couldn't help but squirm beneath her. Like you were a woman stripped of your own pleasure. You hadn't felt the warmth of someone else's touch in so long. But now here you were... so needy and desperate for her to touch you. Even her breath on your skin made you shiver.

"Brace yourself." She said. And that made you think about every little thing she was about to do to you. Mind racing on what she would and wouldn't do. And she could tell, but she didn't want you thinking about it. Just wanted you to feel it. Feel her. And before you knew it, she licked a stripe up your folds. Slowly. soaking in the taste of you.

Your body jumped, surprised by the sudden contact. You grabbed onto the sheets and tried your hardest to hold back the guttiest moan ever.

Billie kissed your thigh and soothed your skin with her soft hands. She wanted to make sure you were okay. You whimpered and ran your hands through her hair, taking a deep breath.

"Please.."

"Patience, baby. Don't worry, I'll make sure you feel reaaal good."

You felt something press against your cunt, something small but hard. Before you could look down to see what it was, you felt it vibrate, making you ball up her hair in your fist. "Oh my god."

You heard her chuckle before pushing it between your folds. "Found it just lying on the floor by your desk. Convenient, dont you think?" You couldn't even respond. The feeling of her breath against your pussy as she pushed the vibrator deeper into you with her fingers sending you into a bliss. All you could see were stars, your vision blurring as you fluttered your eyes closed.

You bit down harder onto the gown, your body quivering. Chest heaving. "Feels good?" You nodded your head, processing her words as best as you could.

"God, you look so beautiful. I always thought you would, but this.. fuck." She sat up, leaving the vibrator to do the work as she slid down her sweatpants, throwing them to the side to retrieve later. You looked down, noticing the bulge in her boxers.

No fucking way.

She took off the boxers, revealing the fake dick she had strapped to her waist. You couldn't help but stare. She had that on the whole time. From the moment she was at your front door.

"Bille, i dont.." – "You tell me you don't want it. Then I won't give it to you. But once I start, there's no stopping."

She gulped. Would something that big even fit inside? It'd been too long, you weren't very confident. "Okay.." You nodded your head, reassuring her that you wanted to continue, and she tilted her head, humming.

She spit where her cock lined up with your enterance, groaning before she pushed inside slowly. Now that.. that was the hottest thing you've ever fucking seen.

"Wait! Billie the vibra–" and before you could finish your sentence, she was fully inside you, down to the brim. Pushing the vibrator farther into your pussy.

"Woops." She watched as your eyes rolled back, your hand gripping onto her wrist as she held onto your waist, pulling you closer as if she wasn't deep enough. She wanted to be close to you. Closer than ever before... She wanted to become one.

The nightgown fell from your mouth as you moaned out for her. "Quiet, my love." She said breathlessly.

It was so sensual. She treated you better than he ever could. Loved you better than he ever could. It ignited a fire inside you that you never thought existed. It felt so good. Burned so good.

"More– please.. please." She shifted her body, moving herself somehow closer than she already was. She threw your leg over her shoulder, and pushed her fingers inside your pussy, reaching for the vibrator before sliding it out carefully. Trying not to hurt you.

Once she did, she re-entered her cock inside your cunt, which was practically drowning it in your juices. She was hitting your walls at a new angle, causing you to squeeze around her and let out a soft moan.

"As you wish." She groaned, pulling out slowly and thrusting herself deeper. Harder. The new angle only adding to the pleasure. Who would've thought this woman could fuck you ten times better than your husband ever could.

She thrusted her cock inside you at an unbelievable pace, as if she was some kind of sex god. You reached up for her, wanting her to hold you. Wanting to feel her warmth radiate onto you. So she pulled you up, sitting you on her lap as you rode her, causing her to hit you at, once again, an entirely different angle.

Your head fell onto her shoulder, wrapping your arms around her neck as you masked in her scent. Only the wet sounds of your body connecting in the most lustful ways ever bouncing off the walls of the room.

You could feel your climax approaching. And so could Billie. Your walls clenched around her cock, making it more difficult for her to fuck you properly.

"You got it. Come for me, baby. I know you can." Your body convulsed as you gripped onto her shoulders, nails digging into her skin, causing her to hiss. She figured it would leave a mark, but who cares. She just wanted to make you feel good.

"Fuuuck..!" You choked on a moan, bringing your head up as you pushed your lips onto hers, tongues fighting for dominance. Eventually getting you to surrender, she bit down on your lip and brought her hand down to your clit, pressing down as she traced figure eights, luring your climax closer.

Your mouth hung open, resting your forehead on hers as you came on her cock, it felt like you were a virgine coming for the first time. You surely weren't. But that's just how good she made you feel.

She soothed your back and continued her repeating motion on your clit, helping you ride out your climax as you grinded ontop of her. Your body tensed and shuddered, eyes tearing up as she lifted your head and wiped them with her thumb.

"You okay?" You just nodded your head, still trying to catch your breath, your body still stuck between the realm of pleasure and reality.

She kissed your forehead before lying you back down onto the bed. "I'll be right back, okay?" You raised your brows, propping yourself up on your elbows as you watched her walk away into your bathroom.

A few minutes later, she came out with a warm cloth and sat down next to you, smiling before she began wiping you down. "Thank you." She just laughed softly, making you feel a little embarrassed even though you were a grown ass woman. She just had that power over you. "You're welcome, my love."

You felt your eye lids slowly flutter closed. You tried to fight it, but the feeling of her hand soothing over your body with a cloth made you feel warm... and quite tired. She placed the palm of her hand on your cheek, caressing softly with her thumb before she leaned down and planted a soft kiss on your lips. And a few minutes later, you were fast asleep.

"Rest well, my love."

Notes: i actually kinda hate this... but i wasn't gonna rewrite the whole thing. AGAIN.. Hopefully, you like it more than i do😅 enjoy my loves💝

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leaderwon · 1 year ago

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hi! could you please do a part 2 to enha forgets ur birthday? pls part 1 was so good🫵🏼🫶🏻 i just wanna see them grovel lol

non!idol enhypen x non!idol reader

forgetting your birthday pt. 2 !

pt. 1

warnings : she/her pronouns used, cursing, crying, mentions of grief.

luna's diary : this one kinda sucks ugh. HELLA RUSHED because I went to a trip (Singapore + Malaysia) AND THE CELL SERVICE WAS terrible I'm so so so sorry anons this is very dissapointing but I felt bad making yall wait for so long. Promise to edit this as soon as I reach home!

HEESEUNG

After the realisation that your boyfriend, had indeed forgotten your birthday, the birthday spirits you had in the starting of the day had blown away. As promised he appeared to your door step with flowers in his hands as he murmured a set of apologies for forgetting your special day. Saying you were mad at your boyfriend would be a huge understatement. You were furious with a hint of disappointment. "baby I'm sorry please" he said as you closed your eyes felt a few tears threatening to fall. Noticing this heeseung hugged you tight and ran his hands in your head wondering how he could make it up to you. He knew he messed up and this couldn't be mended easily. Like a broken dam, your tears started flowing uncontrollably. "How could you forget hee?" you questioned him finally using your voice for the first time since he arrived. "I know pretty girl im so sorry" he said as his voice hitched and eyes swelling up with tears, his mind running on a marathon trying to find ways to make it up to you. Like a bulb lighting above his head, he left you on the spot and rushed to the living room.

A few minutes later he rushed back ushering you to follow him. Upon reaching the living room you saw a beautifully decorated living room with fairy lights, your favourite blankets with your snacks and your favorite movie ready to play. A smiled adorned your features as you heard him say "i know what I did was terrible but let me try to make it up to you".

JAY

He was at a party with the boys when you made him realised that he had messed up the date. He couldn't believe it. This man was shocked, mind blank wtf type shock. By the time he reached home he was already in tears. But when he saw how dark your house was with sadness evident on your face as you slept in your bed he broke down right in front of your sleeping figure.

How could he mess up the date that marks your creation? He was more dissapointed in him than you were tbh. You were soon awaken by the sounds of your boyfriend's cries. "Baby what's wrong?" You questioned him cradling his face. "I'm sorry princess I'm so sorry i can't believe I forgot your birthday"

He was more heartbroken than you were, his emotions all over the place. "Baby it's okay i promise" Cuddles and kisses you the whole night and clears his schedule for the next day.

JAKE

The whole day you patiently waited for Jake to show his existence to you. It was your birthday and you were excited to spend the day with him. But to no avail, he didn't show up. Deciding to occupy yourself with your phone, you saw a notification indicating that Jake had uploaded a story. The light in your eyes faded away as you took in Jake with Iseul, a junior, on your birthday.

Having done with this, you decided to finally text him. Upon realising what he had done, he rushed home to see you on the couch with a dark cloud above your head. "Hey baby" Jake started slowly. "I'm really sorr-" "Save it Jake I don't want to hear it" You responded cutting him off. "But baby you know Iseul is like a younger sister to me" He started again. He was walking on eggshells right now knowing that if he said anything wrong you would crack. "I get that she's a younger sister to you, but Jake it's my birthday, you could have comforted her tomorrow, but my birthday wont be tomorrow" You replied. "I waited for you so long, try and look at this in my point of view Jake" as you said that his eyes softened. "I'm so sorry, i get why you're mad at me baby please let me try and make it up to you" He said trying to mend things. "Just give me time Jake, i don't think I'll get over this easily" You said as you left the house.

You were back 3 hours later, with jake in the same spot you left him. He expression blanked as he looked at you. You were spooked out by him as you stared back at him for a moment. "Are you just gonna stand there for the rest of your life?" You asked giggling. Hearing your precious laughter he looked at you with a slight smile on his face. "Baby, I'm sorry i really am. I don't know how it managed to slip out of my mind. I swear i remembered it I'm so sorry" He said starting to ramble as you looked at him. His words barely registered in your mind due to how fast he was speaking. "Jake it's okay" "and i get it if you're still mad at me and don- wait what?" He asked confused. "You accept my apology?" He continued as you nodded. Finally moving after hours he engulfed you in a hug. "Thank you Thank you, I'll make sure this never happens again" he said gratefully. "You better not do this shit again" You said.

"Now tell me the Iseul tea"

SUNGHOON

When you asked him if he checked his calendar out of the blue he was confused. Why would you suddenly want him to check his calendar?

Upon actually checking his calendar he went pale realising he forgot your birthday, an occasion that shouldn't be remembered through a calendar. This guy was going through five stages of grief.

"no way i forgot my princess' birthday"

"how the fuck did I manage to forget her birthday?"

"God please let this be a dream"

"i forgot her birthday"

"okay i forgot her birthday, let's make it up to her" He said finally reaching the last stage of grief, acceptance. He rushed to your house to see you not there. He called your name multiple times hoping to get an answer from you finally seeing you sitting in the balcony.

"Hey baby, whatcha doin'?" your boyfriend asked you slowly walking towards you. "Nothing just sitting" You replied slowly, sadness evident in your voice. "Baby" Sunghoon starts again sitting next to you this time. He passed you a chocolate eyeing you to open it.

Upon opening it you noticed a small peice of paper with "I love you" and "I'm sorry" written on it. "I don't know how it slipped my mind, princess. But I will make it up to you, I promise". You understood his point of view, it was common to forget stuff. Though you were still hurt by this, you laid your head on his shoulder and the both of you silently enjoyed the scenery your balcony offered in silence.

SUNOO

The day had ended by the time your boyfriend had finally remembered your existence and decided to text you. You had held a party to celebrate your special day with your friends and family hoping to see a sign of sunoo. When sunoo had first texted you, you were shocked to find out that he had absolutely no idea what party or what special occasion you were talking about. You were devastated to find out that not only did he not know what day it was, but he expected you to tell him.

What kind of boyfriend doesn't remember his girlfriend's birthday and then expect her to tell him? You were mad at him with alot of hurt lingering inside you.

The clock read 1:30 am the moment he stepped inside the house. Looking around he saw leftover confetti, balloons and alocholic beverages yet to be picked up. All of this indicating that there was infact a party held. Sunoo knew that what he had done would not take a good turn and that it would take alot of fighting and apologizing to make it up to you. Spotting you with tears in your eyes, he made his way to you slowly pulling you into a hug and started apologizing.

He was sorry and guilty, you knew he was. But him expecting you to tell him that it was your birthday was where you drew the line.

You were unsure on whether you could forgive him at all. He promised to take you out tomorrow and attempt to make it up to you. You knew that wouldn't heal the hurt this had caused you, but you appreciated his efforts and agreed as you hugged him back.

JUNGWON

Out of all the people you liked in your life, you never expected Yang Jungwon to forget your birthday. If someone told you he would, you would laugh your ass off. But now, you were in tears as you held your phone finally deciding to text him.

You were in disbelief as you found out that he thought your birthday was next weekend. Thoughts like "How can someone mess up their lover's birthday?" "does he care less to not know which day" were running through your head.

He rushed into your home apologizing immediately mentioning how much he had planned and got a date wrong. He was on the verge of tears as you looked up at him rambling.

"Baby i promise i remembered, look I even had some gifts prepared" He said as he sped walk towards your shared dresser in the bedroom opening up a random compartment you had no idea existed. "What the fuck? Since when was that there?" You asked him in utter shock.

"It's always been there baby, you never noticed it" Jungwon said taking out a huge amount of gifts for you. "You weren't kidding when you said you were prepared huh?" You spoke as you scanned the bags. "Since last month" He winked at you as he led you to your living room.

"I'm so sorry, i can't believe I forgot your birthday I'm such a bad boyfriend" Jungwon apologized to you as guilt and shamed swirled in his orbs ( is this even right wtf - leaderwon ).l

"Won it's fine, don't worry" You said as a smile finally made its way on your face. "Now let's see what you got me I'm so excited" you said again as you smiled wider in happiness.

NI-KI

You were raging as you watched him play his video games for the entire day. You weren't an anti of games for you were also into playing. But it was your birthday today, a day he was supposed to spend with you instead of the ps5 Jay had gotten him on his birthday last year.

You were heartbroken as you tried to knock some sense into your boyfriend. Unfortunately, it didn't work. Finally giving up, you took your wallet and coat and left the house to get fresh air.

You could feel your phone vibrate as Ni-ki spammed your phone asking where you were. You decided against on replying and just walked ahead. Soon, you heard your boyfriend call your name from behind as he ran towards you. You tried walking faster since you didn't want to be with him at the moment. But your luck was unfortunate as he had legs long asf and caught up to you within moments.

"baby stop, come back home it's late" he begged. "Go back to your game, it's never too late for that" You said in a monotonous tone. "I'm sorry" "Sorry won't fix the day I lost waiting for you to fucking realise and rejecting all my friends who cared enough to want to spend the day with me" You said almost tearing up and walking again.

"I'm sorry" You heard him say as he stopped following you. You never heard his voice be so gentle in the 2 years you have been dating him. His voice sounded like he was on the brink of having a mental breakdown. "I really am" He said again and your heart dropped. You wondered if you were being too harsh on him.

Frozen in place, you could feel the tension in the air as the cool air blew through your hair. You were trying really hard to stay strong and hard but when you turned back to look at him, you could feel your heart drop to your stomach. You knew you were soft for this man, but the moment you looked at him you could feel emotions that you weren't aware yu could feel.

"Please" You heard him say. His eyes were pitiful with a tear threatening to fall. "I know i fucked up but please please let me try and make it up to you". You couldn't bare to see him like this anymore. "Fine" You sighed and walked towards him again.

You were hurt he missed your birthday, yes. But seeing him like that hurt you more. You knew you were deep as you held his hand and walked to the house the both of you resided in.

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elliewluvr · 1 year ago

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my dearest love | ellie williams

pairings: farm!ellie x f!reader

summary: you and ellie have been together for around two years, the two of you in love and living on a farm house together where you both decided to reside due to how dangerous it is in the city.

content warning: 18+ SMUT MDNI, farmhouse, lovers, slight angst, reassurance, gentle, reader receiving, oral, fingering, & praising

dont purchase tlou2! support palestine 🇵🇸

—— <3

the day started off the same as always, you waking up to change the baby and straighten up the bedroom you all shared, the floorboards creaking quietly as you tiptoed around the house.

the sound of the birds chirping and the grass swaying through the wind hitting your ears each time you passed the windows that were open in substitute to air conditioning. you laid your baby down in their crib who remained sleeping despite the changing of their diaper.

you smiled, looking down the chunky little baby whose tiny lips were slightly parted from sleeping so well. one of your hands gliding over the tiny human’s face.

after an swift while of analyzing the creation you made, you tucked your baby underneath the blanket to begin picking up any clothes you found from the day before.

your hands tossing them into the clothing bin to be washed and strung outside to dry later. after that, you headed downstairs as subtle as you could to start making breakfast.

humming to yourself while you cracked and scrambled four eggs that were freshly taken from the chickens hen the night before. you thought to yourself for a moment, mind completely blurred.

you shivered as you felt a pair of arms wrapping around your waist from behind, goosebumps coating your skin while you were immediately knocked from out your thoughts, a gentle peck being placed on the left side of your neck.

“goodmorning, howd you sleep?” you heard your lover say, her voice slightly raspy while she gently rubbed her fingertips over your hips. you let you head fall back onto her shoulder, the feeling making you sigh in relief.

“i slept well, thanks to you.. i missed you so much.” you said before turning around to face her, wrapping your arms around her neck while smiling happily at the sight of her, her shoulder length hair a bit messy as her pale green eyes glistened in the sunlight that peeked throughout the kitchen ever so beautifully.

despite ellie being home now, she wasnt a few weeks ago. tommy heading over to update her on the new information he found on abby. as much as you hated the thought of her leaving, you allowed it. tears were shed everyday before she returned.

the thought of leaving to find her crossed your mind far too many times but you listened to her, trusting that she’d be back soon enough and the one day you packed up your bookbag and grabbed your weapons with your baby strapped to your chest, there she was at the front door.

ellie was in shock, not expecting you to be so eager and impatient to find her. that alone making her happy but also a bit sad as she wouldn’t even know what to do if you and you guy’s baby gotten hurt or into some deep shit.

you ran a hand over her auburn hair before tilting your head at her, “no need to miss me, im here now. i dont plan on leaving any longer.” she said, her eyes traveling from your irises to your lips a few times.

“im glad, ‘cant be without you.” you said in response, leaning forward to place a soft but long peck onto her lips. ellie let out a hum into the kiss, her hands gliding over your lower back and waist gently.

you furrowed your eyebrows in awe, pulling her closer to you as the kiss progressively grew more and more passionate. your feet stumbling back as you were met with the counter that was conventionally behind you.

you gasped, feeling the cool wood graze your hips while ellies hands massaged and groped your soft and smooth skin, her breathing hitching a bit the more she leaned into you.

ellie pulled away to make her way to your neck, your head falling back once again while you felt yourself tremble from the feeling of her soft lips immediately and directly hitting your sweet spot, “f.. fuck, ellie.. dont.” you mumbled softly.

you whined, feeling her place an knee between your thighs that were trembling. she always knew what to do to get you pooling your panties with your wetness.

“its been so long.. please.” she said softly against your skin before pulling away to look at you with now pink cheeks and lips, her tatted hand lifting to glide down your clothed chest.

“i know.. i want you but im nervous.” you said, letting a breath pass between your lips from the feeling of her gentle fingers passing over your body.

“dont be, i know your body better than ever and ill take my time. i know we haven’t did it since you gave birth but i promise ill treat your body right.” she responded, giving you complete eye contact.

you felt yourself relax, nodding at her words, “then take me.” you said, your breath grazing her lips as she leaned in closely to kiss you once again, enthusiastically deepening it while grabbing your waist.

ellie and you stumbled your way to the living room, her hands landing on the walls and doorframes to keep the two of you steady before collapsing onto the couch, the auburn haired girl landing on top and between your legs.

you felt your body heating up more and more as both of your lips danced around eachother, getting a bit sloppy from the eagerness before feeling ellie pull away to look at you, her eyes low and full of lust.

“take this off..” she mumbled a bit above an whisper, grabbing the hem of your shirt to pull it over your head, exposing your bare stomach and breasts that immediately caught her eyes.

she let her eyes pass over your body, every curve catching her attention as she slipped the hairtie holder off of her wrist and lifted her arms to pull half of her hair back into an messy ponytail.

you whined a little, gasping as you felt her fingers immediately play with your nipples, rolling the nubs between her thumb and pointer fingers while she watched your reaction closely, her lips stretching into a smirk.

“does that feel good baby?” she asked, earning a whimper from you, “yes.. please.” you begged, growing desperate and needy for her long slender fingers in your soaked cunt.

“no need to worry, you have me. im just getting you there.” she said, laying a soft kiss on your lips as she reassured you before leaning down to take one of your nipples into her mouth.

“fuck.” you let out, resting the back of your hand over your mouth to keep you from being loud through the quiet house while ellie’s tongue gently rubbed your nipple, sucking it as she pulled away to do the same to the other.

your back arched up from the couch cushions that were under you, the feeling of ellie landing teasing pecks down your stomach made your pussy ache in your panties, “please..”.

she grabbed your waistband and leaned up to yank your shorts and panties off, instantly moaning from the sight of your glistening pussy. “so wet for me.” she mumbled, using one of her hands to rub two fingers between your slit, gaining a whine that passed from your throat quietly.

her large hands readjusted you on the couch, pushing you further up to the armrest where she leaned down between your legs to place soft kisses on your inner thighs as she tucked her slightly muscular arms under your legs to get a better grip on you.

“no more teasing.. i cant take it anymore.” you said softly, gasping as she glided her tongue from your thigh to your pussy, her tongue flattening between your slit to land a long lick from your entrance to your clit.

your eyes shut subconsciously, hearing her hum a bit while flicking her tongue over your desperate clit before sucking the sensitive bud which made you immediately lay a hand over her head to push her deeper between your legs.

this did nothing but encourage ellie, her eyes slowly drifting close from how good you tasted as she pulled away from your pussy with a pop noise, holding your thighs down to flick and rub her tongue back and forth over your clit.

you furrowed your eyebrows, your breathing getting more intense while you sat up to watch her in awe. your eyes growing glossy from how good it felt, thighs already trembling. “oh fuck! ellie!” you moaned out, hips pushing up into her mouth.

ellie hummed in response, lapping her tongue over your clit before swirling the muscle over your cunt sloppily; a long moan dragging from your mouth while your fingers tugged at her ponytail. “you taste so good, baby.” she spoke muffled, face still deep in your pussy.

“dont stop, please! ‘feels too good!” you moaned loudly, throwing your head back once you felt her suck and swirl her tongue over your clit at an quick pace, eyes rolling back in complete awe.

you jerked forward, eyes shutting tightly while your toes began to curl, moans falling from your mouth loudly as you felt yourself grow more hot and flushed than before.

ellie pulled away for a split second to spit her saliva and your juices onto her fingers before pushing them deep into your pussy as she began flicking the tip of her tongue onto the bud of your pussy, fingers curling up into your spot that she always seemed to find.

she took her time, pushing her fingers into you before pulling them halfway out to yank at your spongy sweet spot, your juices soaking her chin while she watched you closely.

you on the other were a mess, body shaking and twitching as you felt your body begin to tremble while your pussy spasmed over her fingers, “i.. if you do that.. mm! ‘gonna make me cum!” you moaned, attempting to push her head away.

her fingers sped up as she watched you through heavy lids, attaching her lips around your bits to start sucking and tugging at your sensitive clit while your body started to tense and the feeling between your thighs grew more intense.

ellie leaned up, continuing to push her fingers in and out of you before rubbing your clit quickly with her free hand, nodding her head slowly in response to you. a smug look forming on her face while she watched your expressions change and alter from every move she made.

“cum for me, let it all out baby. be a good girl and cum for me.” she said, landing a few spanks on your clit as she sped up her fingers and applied a bit more pressure to your clit.

“im gonna cum!..” you let out while your eyes rolled back and your head fell against the arm rest on the couch while your mouth dropped open, juices beginning to flow down your thighs as you started to come undone all over her fingers.

ellie laughed as she twisted her fingers in circles inside of you while she helped fuck you through your orgasm, slapping your clit a few more times. “good girl, you did so well.” she said, slowly pulling her digits out of you to lean up and kiss you sloppily.

you whimpered, panting a bit against her lips. your heart was pounding, body still trembling and pussy now aching from how intense your orgasm was.

a whine passing through your lips and into the kiss from the familiar taste of your pussy hitting your tongue, arms and legs wrapping around ellie to hold her closely.

after an few minutes of kisses and i love you’s both of you pulled away from the sound of your 3 month old crying from upstairs, immediately making ellie lift up off the couch.

“get dressed, ill go get him and dont worry about breakfast. ill cook for us.” ellie said, smiling happily at you before heading upstairs while you began to slip your shorts and shirt back on, smiling as you thought about everything.

“dammit ellie, what am i gonna do with you..”

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mrderofcr0ws · 22 days ago

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HEADLOCK

JAMES BUCHANAN BARNES

that was the name written on a gravestone in brooklyn with no body below it since the sergeant had been pronounced dead in 1945.

the body that once belonged to that name was now hydra's most prized possession— but the winter soldier was not the only danger locked away down in the remote siberian facility. you were there, too. a monster made from horrors most refused to believe could be real.

two trained killing machines.

one bound to commands and trigger words.

the other bound to instinct and bloodlust.

it had been a long time since either of you had seen the sun. you could get out with his help in the brief, painful moments of clarity he had. when he answered to that long forgotten name, you could escape together.

but bucky was often buried under that brooklyn headstone-and the winter soldier who slept in the bunk below you nearly every night was a danger to even you.

this is a fic that explores bucky's time in hydra. the content warnings are as follows: torture, manipulation, angst, pain, psychological horror, graphic descriptions and language, poetic comparisons to cannibalism, hurt with minimal comfort at times, stockholm syndrome, smut, degrading, power imbalance, canon divergence. 18+ fic.

bucky x fem!reader (you have a given name in this fic for the sake of making writing easier, but it will be used sparingly)

word count: idk i write on tumblr. (roughly edited)

<- previous part

PART SIX —

— A STRANGER & AN UNEXPECTED SMILE

you were back in chains and a muzzle.

the difference this time was that you asked for them.

nick pushed you down the long, bright hallways with no windows in a wheelchair. you were underground where no sunlight could reach you. the handcuffs covered both your fists entirely, a fairly heavy metal block on your lap. the muzzle was only your mask.

you feared you’d kill him before he could explain it all.

“are you sure you want to do this?” nick asked as you rounded the corner. he stopped at the first door and looked down at you.

“i’ve waited forty years for this,” you said looking up at him. “i’m sure.”

“well,” nick said, giving you a once over. “you don’t look a day over twenty-five.”

“i think im closer to twenty-eight, actually.” you said.

he smiled at you and even though your mask covered it, you smiled, too.

how quickly it faded away…

the lights in the room were off except for a lamp on the bedside table. the warm orange light shined across half of him. with his chest wrapped in bandages, he was looking about as bad as you. he struggled to sit up and you savored the sound of his labored, tight breaths.

“i will be right here.” nick said, taking a seat in the corner of the room. he waved his hand towards the two of you. “but pretend im not.”

the silence in the room was suffocating.

facing him now, you were so tongue tied that it was impossible to pick what you wanted to say first. you were so angry— so devastated that it made you tremble.

“there is nothing i can say to ease your pain,” nikta began. he spoke in russian and his voice was small in his throat for a man who you had always known to be larger than life. “i feel as though it would be more of an insult to try and apologize to you for it.”

“i’m not here for an apology because that would require me having to forgive you— and i will never do that.” you spat. your mask covered most of your face but disgust was visible in your eyes.

“fair enough.” nikta said.

“fair enough…” you muttered under your breath. you could feel your blood begin to boil. “you have the nerve to say ‘fair enough’?”

“i didn’t mean to cause offense. i only meant i understand.” he said with a small tip of his head. “new slang is always the hardest for you two to keep up with, isn’t it?”

you uncurled your hands from within the heavy box cuffs around them. you could feel how sweaty they had become. you felt hot and cold all at once. sad and mad. brazen and cowardice.

“why did you shoot at him?” you asked softly. that was as good a place to start as any.

“why wouldn’t i have tried to shoot him? if i hadn’t, he would have shot on nick and if he did that, this whole thing never would have happened.” nikta said, gesturing between the two of you.

“karov is dead.” you told him. you wondered if it would hurt him at all.

it did not.

“good,” nikta said with a low scoff. “i will not sit here and pretend that i am a saint, fangs, but i have a better chance of seeing any kind of heaven before he does.”

“don’t call me that.” you said though your teeth.

he held up his hands in surrender.

“why did you do it?”

the question was hard to ask— and it was hard to hear. nikita’s face pinched and you did your best from keeping yourself from crying. you bit your lips hard in order not to feel them tremble.

“why me?” you asked when he said nothing. “why did you do this to me? why did you choose me?”

“i had a mission. simple as that. i was charged with finding a suitable candidate for weapon-v.” nikta said outright with little patience. “you weren’t the first girl that i studied from afar. you were the fifth.”

your stomach twisted and you fought to swallow. “what happened to the those girls?”

nikta sighed reluctantly, “i killed them.”

“why didn’t you kill me?” you asked in a whisper.

“you bit me. many, many times. you were the only one that bit me and that is what set you apart.” nikta said with a shrug.

“i bit you because you raped me.” it was hard to say the word. saying it made it feel real and you didn’t want it to be real. “was that what you did to the other girls, too?”

nikta shook his head, “you won’t like my answer. ask a different question.”

“i want to know.” you insisted, your bows pinching tight together.

“what i did to you in that field was wrong and it is something i can never apologize for, but the reason i did what i did was in the hope that if anyone else were to touch you once i brought you to hydra, that you would have been prepared for it.”

“you were the only girl i did that to, isla, and i really am sorry for it.” nikta said softly.

“don’t say her name.” you whispered, glaring at him with tears brimming on your lashes. “you don’t get to say her name. you killed her.”

nikta said nothing.

your blood burned like acid in your veins. you didn’t want him to apologize. it only made it worse. his answers only made it all worse— but you wanted the truth no matter how much it hurt.

“tell me about project winter solstice.” you said.

nikta took a long, deep breath. you could see the thoughts running through his mind.

for the first time, he looked utterly human.

and you hated it.

“twenty five years ago, doctor armin zola proposed the idea of breeding you and the winter soldier to see what the outcome would be. would you have super children? would those children inherit the powers and enhancements given to you and the soldier? would they be born ready to follow orders?”

“when i was told about the idea, i could see how much evil had infected each and everyone of us. i contacted shield and sent the project file to them in the hopes that something could be done to stop it.”

“it was too hard to find a way to get the two of you out, so i did what i could to limit the strain the project would place upon the two of you.” nikta closed his eyes and grimaced at what he saw when he did.

“the plan was to hardwire you and the soldier with a new set of trigger words that, when said, would ensure that you two procreated. almost like a compulsion. there were talks of creating a sex pollen. talks of trying to induce a heat cycle into human nature that mimicked animals in the wild.”

“i argued against those ideas and i told the board that if this was going to work and work well for us, that the best way would be for it to happen naturally between the two of you. it was no secret to anyone that you and the winter soldier shared a bed. how could you not? two caged animals, what else did you do pass the time?”

“for some reason, some sliver of a miracle, the board sided with my idea— but not entirely.” nikta said. he opened his eyes and frowned at you. “the board agreed with zola that you could not know these things were happening. if you knew that you were pregnant and laboring babies, you wouldn’t be able to do your job.”

“you got pregnant in 1961 for the first time three years after project winter solstice began. you then got pregnant again in 1963. and the last time was in 1966. in the beginning, they kept you sedated. groggy. once you began showing, in order to not distress the winter soldier, they put you somewhere by yourself. and in order not to distress you when you finally realized your belly was round and heavy, they put you to sleep. they put you into a coma, fed you through tubes, and let the babies come to full term within you while you were sleeping.”

“zola would wake you up once it was time to deliver and he took the babies away right after. the doctors would clean you up and then they would attempt to wipe your mind of any lingering evidence that you had been pregnant at all. they would keep you heavily sedated until your body healed and then they would freeze you for a couple years in order to prolong the gaps in your memory.”

even when you heard it outright, it was almost entirely impossible to believe.

it didn’t feel real.

“and…and what would he be doing? where would winter be?” you asked in a whisper.

“what he always does,” nikta said with a small shake of his head. “they sent him out to kill.”

“your absence disturbed him but it was for the best that neither of you saw much of each other during those times. they put you to sleep and they would break into his mind anytime he tried to look for you.”

“did he know?” you asked. your hands were shaking and it was hard to draw breath in your mask. “did winter ever know that i was pregnant?”

“i cannot say for sure. he is not my project and i do not fully understand how it is he works— but my personal belief is yes. with how well in tune the two of you are, i believe he knows but i don’t know if he understands completely what it means. zola and the doctors messed with his mind during those times, too. real bad.”

you said nothing.

you had no idea what to say.

more than ever before, you wanted to see him.

you wanted to sit on the floor of your cell and talk to him in whispers that no one else would hear.

“you said 1966 was the last time i was…pregnant.” you struggled to say the word. it felt foreign on your tongue. “its 1983. that’s seventeen years. why have there been no more children?”

you didn’t want more children.

you were glad to hear it was a small enough number.

but it made you uneasy to do the math and see such a large number of years had passed with no child born.

“winter solstice was put to a stand still in 1966 when the last child you had was stolen from the facility.” nikta said.

“with such a breech in security and a rat on the inside, zola and the head of directors agreed to put a pin in the project. you’ve been on birth control for the last seventeen years that they inject you with each time you wake up.” he explained.

panic shot through you like lightning. “where is the child now? who took it?”

nikta smiled at you and it made you recoil.

“i took the baby,” nikta said softly. he had the guiltiest look on his face and shook his head, recalling the memory as if he could picture holding the small baby right now. “you labored a girl and i…i couldn’t stomach it any longer. when zola handed me the baby, i knew i needed to get her out. i knew i needed to put a stop to this and get both you and james barnes out.”

“you— you took the baby?” you asked, shaking your head. you closed your eyes and tried to pull your hands free from the cuffs. you wanted to chew on your nails. you wanted to scratch at your face and pull at your hair. “you took…you took her? what did you do to her? where…where is the baby now?” you asked, tears slipping down your face.

of all people in the world, he was the last person you would’ve ever trusted with someone as precious as a baby.

a baby that had come from you of all things.

“i sent her to shield and shield sent her to family.” nikta said. he looked over at nick. “isn’t that right? the girl is safe, isn’t she?”

“family?” you repeated the word in english. you looked over at nick and shook your head at the two of them. “what family?”

nick sighed as he stood up. he looked over at nikta and said, “you tell her about the boys. i have a call to make.”

fear unlike anything you had ever known rushed through you like hot water— but nick placed his hand on your shoulder and gave it a soft squeeze.

you swallowed down your worry.

once he left, nikta struggled to reach something on the table by his bedside. you craned your neck to see as he opened up a set of folders.

“it’s called project empire,” nikta said as he forced himself to get up. “and its goal is to create the most cutthroat and lethal generals hydra has ever seen.”

he grunted as he walked across the room to take the chair nick had been sitting on. he pulled it up beside you and you tensed as he neared. he opened the folder and held it out for you to see.

inside you saw pictures of two boys— two men.

two nearly grown men.

your brows drew together and you looked up at nikta.

he frowned at you and introduced you to the two men that were blood of your blood and bone of your bone. “their names are aurelius and caracalla. they are named after roman emperors to instill the idea that they are burdened with divine righteousness to any and all who hear their names.”

“aurelius is your eldest. caracalla is your second.” nikta said, pointing each one of them out.

it was impossible to understand.

the pictures of them made it harder to accept— to believe.

they weren’t babies.

they weren’t toddlers.

when you had been told you labored babies, that is what you pictured. you pictured drool-stains and spit up. you pictured ceaseless crying and trembling little lips. you pictured snot-nosed toddlers with sticky hands and infectious laughter that would’ve made even the stoic winter soldier smile…

these were men.

grown men.

“how old are they?” you asked in a whisper.

“aurelius is twenty-two. caracalla just turned twenty.” nikta told you gently. “they’ve never been in cryo. they’ve aged each year of their lives and have lived floors below you and the winter soldier since the day they were born.”

you looked at the pictures of those men and you wanted them to mean nothing. you wanted them to be nothing but faces in pictures and names written in ink on a page.

but you could see him.

you could see winter in their faces.

aurelius could’ve been his carbon copy. even though the photo of him was black and white, you could see his light, beautiful eyes— eyes that he had inherited from no one other than his father.

he looked just like bucky.

you wanted to reach out and touch the photo of caracalla. it made your eyes well with tears. he looked like his father, too, but you knew those stubborn brows. they were the same ones that pinched and raised on your own face.

it was easy to see the resemblance.

but it was hard to believe they were real.

“how recent are these pictures?” you asked. you looked up at nikta.

“fairly recent.” he said softly. “i brought them with me when we left siberia so you could see for yourself what they look like.”

your hands ached to hold those photos of them even though you had no desire to in your chest.

“are they like us?” you asked. you bit your lip under your mask and took a slow deep breath. “did hydra achieve what they wished to with them?”

“they have super soldier DNA, yes, but none of your enhancements carried on to any of them. except for caracalla, i believe. it’s speculated that he has a strong sense of smell like you and can see farther than most.” nikta said. he glanced at you. “if it makes you feel better, they’ve never been put under any surgeries and have no modifications.”

that did make you feel better.

to know the two of them were untouched by scalpels and kept from the pain of mutilation, it relieved you.

“have they been dispatched?” you asked.

“numerous times. aurelius has eighteen confirmed kills. his weapon of choice is a sniper. some apples don’t fall far from their trees, it seems.” nikta said. he looked down at the photo of caracalla and tipped his head. “caracalla has seven confirmed kills but he is…he is so unimaginably smart. truthfully, he surpasses any set expectation for a lab rat like him who has been in captivity his whole life.”

“don’t call him that.” you said. you frowned underneath your mask as a sadness washed over you. “he’s not a lab rat.”

nikta smiled sympathetically. “you are all lab rats.”

you said nothing.

it filled you with guilt to see the boys in those pictures. you had too many questions you didn’t know how to ask.

“do they know each other?” you asked softly. you hoped they weren’t alone.

“yes,” nikta said with a small smile. “they know that they are brothers and they’re quite the sarcastic duo.”

you couldn’t help but smile. “sarcastic?”

“unbelievably so.” nikta nodded.

“do they know who winter and i are?” you asked.

nikta seemed to hesitate. “caracalla…he figured it out when he was younger. he’s a cyber wizard that kid and when the guards weren’t paying attention to him on the computers, he got into the classified files and read everything on the two of you. photographic memory. he can remember anything he sees. it’s truly remarkable. he told aurelius but aurelius refuses to accept the truth.”

all you could manage was a nod.

“have they ever seen us?” you asked. you looked at the pictures of them in the folder and sighed. “i don’t think i’ve ever seen them before.”

“they watch the two of you spar all the time.” nikta told you softly. “they sit in the box above the arena and watch. hydra believes there is no reason for them not to. they know who you are and they know that they must be better than the best— and the best hydra has are you and the winter soldier.”

it made you feel…

you didn’t have the words.

the last time you sparred on the mat the winter had nearly choked you to death on orders from those above— and to know that those two were there… that they had watched.

it was something unexplainable.

yours boys knew you — though one was not keen on the idea of you — but you didn’t know them.

and they watched you.

perhaps one of them rooted for you.

perhaps one of them betted against you.

you tried not to care.

but a feeling kept creeping in like a cold breeze. a whisper of something deeper— something truly unyielding.

the door to the room opened and nick came back in. he seemed surprised to see you and nikta sitting so close, but he said nothing. he only nodded towards the ex-hydra officer.

“your daughter’s name is clover.” nikta told you. he stood up slowly and grunted as he did. “she’s lived her whole life untouched by hydra. she’s a real sweetheart. looks just like the two of you.”

“who has been taking care of her if not you?” you asked, watching as he placed down the folders pertaining to project empire.

“that would be someone she refers to as poppy.” nick said from behind you. “and she and poppy have been waiting a real long time for us to find you.”

your brows pinched tight together and you shook your head. “she…she knows about me?”

“you and sergeant barnes, yes.” nick said with a small smile. “and she’s eager to meet you.”

you blinked. “what? meet me? meet me when?”

nick looked at his watch. “she’s already here so right now, actually.”

“i can’t— no,” you said, shaking your head over and over again. “i can’t meet her.”

“you should.” nikta said. he was back in bed, laying down with his eyes closed. “you’d regret it the whole of your life if you didn’t because she’s been waiting the whole of hers to meet you.”

“shield doesn’t like lies, miss constantinescu. we like secrets. it just so happens that people like clover are privy to those secrets— because she is one herself.”nick said as he kneeled beside you. he gave your shoulder a soft pat. “no one on either side has lied to your children about who you are. about who sergeant barnes is. that goes for this girl and those boys still locked away.”

“how do i face her when i did not know she existed until today?” you asked in a voice far too soft. guilty tears brimmed on your lashes.

nick smiled, “you face her bravely.”

— ☆ —

you didn’t know what to do with your hands.

sitting alone in a lounge with the soft hum of 40’s music playing in the background, you were sweating. free of cuffs and free of a muzzle, you sat patiently. the wound on your stomach ached— but nothing was worse than how hard your heart was racing.

you were about to reach up and pull it out your chest just to make it stop when the door opened.

her head popped into the room— and she was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen in your life.

clover toyed with the sleeves of her cardigan as she made her way over to you with an unsure wobble in her step. she was so big but so, so young. a lanky little thing with long dark hair and eyes like yours. her cheeks were flush and she kept bringing her hand to her mouth only to put it back at her side.

all you could do was stare.

and she was trembling like a leaf.

you thought that seeing her would be like seeing a stranger. you had not known that she existed until today. you had not a single memory of her. you’d say hello and then say goodbye, remaining a pair of strangers who shared the same blood. the same eyes.

you thought it would be nothing.

she was a stranger.

she was your baby.

and some deep, untapped damn of love burst at the sight of her chewing on her nails in front of you.

you forced yourself to your feet despite the way your wound screamed and you took her into your arms. she clung to you instantly, her fingers digging into your shoulders, grasping the fabric of your shirt. the sound of her cries brought tears to your own eyes that you could not have fought away even if you wanted to.

once she was in your arms, it all came pouring out.

you covered her in kisses. the whole of her face. her forehead. her cheeks. her chin. her nose. you couldn’t get enough of her. it was like being high— and the sound of her laughter was unlike anything in the world had ever been before.

you cupped her face in your hands and couldn’t help the giggle that escaped you. “look at how beautiful you are.”

“i’ve seen so many pictures of you,” she whispered, her lips trembling. she brought her hands up to her mouth and tried to hide it. she had the warmest voice you’d ever heard. “you— you’re really tall.”

“me? tall? you’re much taller than i thought you’d be. you’re a little bean sprout!” you said with a wide-eyed expression. she was nearly to the tip of your chin.

“i can see where i get it from.” she said with a giggle that sounded so much like yours.

you smiled wider than you had ever smiled before.

a small beat of silence fell over the two of you and it made your heart lurch. the last thing you wanted was to make her feel uncomfortable— to scare her. it felt like walking on glass. like you needed to be the most careful you had ever been.

you sat down with her and for a moment, all you could do was stare at her.

“so,” you said, rubbing your hands on your lap. “how are you?”

“oh,” clover said with an awkward smile. she toyed with the sleeves of her cardigan and nodded once. twice. “i’m— yeah, i’m good. i’m studying right now for my midterms.”

“oh,” your brows drew together. what the hell was her midterms? “wow. that’s— yeah. good job! work hard at that so you can…succeed.”

“it’s a test,” she whispered with a small, nervous laugh. “a big test. i’m trying really hard to get into a good college so i need my grades to be good.”

“smart, are you?” you asked.

she shrugged. “a little, yeah.”

silence fell over the both of you again and you chewed on your lip. you tried so hard to think of anything to say but you didn’t know how to speak to someone who was not him—and it didn’t help that you were from a different time. you still had very little idea of what the world was like today.

“listen,” you said as you scooted the smallest bit closer. “i’m…i’m sorry. i know this is…it’s not…it’s really hard and i’m sorry.”

her lips trembled and her eyes welled with tears she refused to let fall. shaking her head, she tried to assure you it was okay. she reached for your hand but she stopped herself.

you took ahold of her hands and brought them to your lips, kissing them softly.

“i’m just so happy to see you.” she whispered. she squeezed your hands and leaned towards you as if there was some tangled string pulling you together. “i’ve wanted to meet you for so long…”

“i’m sorry,” you murmured into her hair, wrapping your arms around her. you kissed the top of her head. “i am truly, truly sorry.”

“you’re here now,” clover said softly. with her head resting on your chest, she could hear the thrum of your heart— a sound she had once been so familiar with. “you’re here right now and that’s all that matters to me.”

you were changed.

down to the marrow of your bones, you had changed in a single instant.

you held the world in your arms. you held the most valuable thing to live and breathe. you held the very thing you would kill for no matter what it took.

this is why the red room sterilized their assassins.

you would die before a hair on her head was ruffled out of place.

you knew nothing about her and yet you knew every single facet of her. you had made her. her bones. her flesh. her heart. you had. she’s was yours. apart of you— and that part could not be denied.

it was an overwhelming and unrelenting sense of love that poured and poured and poured free as you cradled her.

she was nearly grown— but she was your baby.

and you knew her.

you knew her by touch alone.

you would have been able to pick her in a crowd with your eyes closed.

she was yours.

and you learned everything about her in the time that you had together on that sofa.

she was seventeen years old. she attended a private high school where she ranked third in her class. she enjoyed solving mysteries and she played the piano. she wanted to go to college to study criminology. she had grown up under shield’s protection and she was a little agent in the making. she wanted to work as one when she got older.

knowing that made part of you nervous — you wanted her safe always — but it made you smile seeing the way her eyes lit up at the idea of being able to make the world a safer place. a better place.

“you’re a very remarkable young woman, clover.” you said, tucking a piece of her hair behind her ear. she’d gotten those pretty little ears from him. they were unmistakably his.

she beamed with the sweetest smile you had ever seen. “i’m glad you think so. i’ve tried really hard to learn a lot so that when we met, you’d be impressed.”

your heart ached— and you couldn’t tell if it was a good feeling or a bad one.

perfectly bittersweet.

“i am throughly impressed,” you said with a soft smile. you brushed your fingers along her cheek and met her eyes. “i wish i had more to say and i wish i could understand what the heck a skateboard really is and how you travel on it, but you amaze me. you are…you are truly the best thing that has happened to me in a long, long time and i wish that we had more time.”

clover smiled anxiously at you. at the idea that this would all go away so soon. “we have so much time. we have — like — all the time ever in the world now.” she was trying to convince you, to cling to you as tight as you wanted to cling to her. “you don’t ever have to go back to that place. you can stay with me.”

you couldn’t help but laugh. “you are such a sweet little thing but i don’t think that your guardian would take kindly to someone like me living under their roof and eating all their food.”

it was the best you could come up with to let her down easy— but it broke your heart.

“did they not tell you?” clover asked. she smiled at you and let out a soft laugh. “oh, gosh, you’re in for a real shocker with this one, mama.”

mama.

it felt like lightening in your veins to hear that name.

a rush you’d never imagined possible.

a name you’d never thought you’d be called.

a small, teeny tiny part of you hoped she’d said it again and again and again.

“well, go on then.” you said with a small flick of your head. “deliver the news.”

“i live here in new york with auntie becca and uncle dimitri!” clover said, throwing up her hands like it was some big surprise.

you smiled because she did but those names meant nothing. “oh!” you blinked at her for a moment and tried your best to nod. “and…auntie is…?”

she flushed a soft shade of pink. she must’ve forgotten that you knew very little of anything at all. “auntie becca is my father’s sister and uncle dimitri is your bother, mama.”

your expression dropped.

you closed your eyes and let your head dip down. you couldn’t hold it up. you could hardly sit straight at all as your chest heaved— and the cries that escaped you were so foreign.

your brother was alive after all this time.

your daughter was surrounded by family.

and not just your family, either.

bucky’s too.

“are you okay?” clover asked softly, frowning as she watched you cry. she scooted closer and tried her best to console you.

“i am just so…” you sighed and wiped your face, unable to truly find the words. you looked at her and couldn’t help but let out a soft, broken sob. “i am so, so, so grateful to know that there is good in this world and that you live in it. that my brother still does. that his sister does.”

“you have all had each other and that just…god, sweetheart, you have no idea how happy it makes me to know.” you whispered.

clover smiled at you. you softened as she wiped off your cheeks with her sleeves. “i’m happy that you’re happy. i was really worried that you…” she stopped.

“that i what?” you asked.

“i was worried that you wouldn’t like me very much…” clover admitted in a voice almost too soft to hear.

your heart shattered.

“oh, my gosh,” you cried. you cupped her face in your hands and shook your head as tears rushed down your cheeks. “never, baby. not ever. are you kidding me? you are— you…oh, my love.” you kissed her face and clutched her close to you, embracing her as she nuzzled into the warmth of you and wept softly.

“you are my baby,” you whispered into the roots of her hair. “you are mine and nothing in this world could take that away. they tried and they failed because you are mine, sweet girl. and i could never feel anything for you but love.”

clover wept like a baby. red-faced and inconsolable. making a mess of your shirt and sniffling as she cried.

this is what you pictured.

and no matter how old she was now or how old she grew to be, she was still your baby.

— ☆ —

it had been a week of laughter, tears, and everything in between as you spent time recovering from the gunshot wound. it was a harder injury to heal from that you wished it to be, but you could stand on your own without feeling like you were wounding yourself all over again. it would be a long time until you could run and jump and bend over with ease— but you didn’t care.

the only thing that you cared about when the sun was up was her.

clover would come visit you every day once she got out of school. sometimes she would come by herself and other times she brought her uncle with her.

your brother was an old man.

he was not the dark haired boy you could recall bits and pieces of anymore. he was old and grey and wrinkly. being in his 60’s, your little brother was no so little anymore— and seeing dimitri again was as hard as meeting yourself again for the first time.

it was slow coming and hazy until it wasn’t— until you were recalling things you couldn’t imagine you’d forgotten at all.

rebecca barnes passed on her well wishes through your daughter but she did not come to visit you. she couldn’t. it was too hard for her and you understood why.

for the first time in 40 years, you felt human.

you felt alive.

you felt happy.

but each night was hard.

alone in your room with no one but yourself, it was war. you had never been so happy and yet you cried and cried and cried because it all felt incomplete.

he was not with you.

the boys were not with you.

and you couldn’t be truly at peace until they were.

but you didn’t know how to be alone with yourself and in order for you to heal — in order for you to take your next steps forward — you needed to at least learn how to do that.

“i don’t know,” nick said with a hesitant shake of his head. “i don’t think it’s a good idea.”

“it is,” you said. you frowned at him. “it’s safest for everyone this way. they won’t know where i am and i will be alone for the first time in my second life— and that’s a good thing.”

nick turned his head away.

he’d never admit it but he had grown fond of you.

and now you were shipping yourself away.

clover didn’t find it easy to understand. she cried when you told her and it made it all so much harder than you ever could’ve imagined it being.

“i just got you, mama. you can’t go.” she sobbed.

“it’s not forever.” you said as you wiped her tears away. “i just…i need a little time to get everything sorted up here.” you tapped your temple and tried to smile at her.

“promise me that you’ll come back.” clover said, sticking out her pinky.

you weren’t very sure what to do with that.

you held out yours, too, and you softened as she linked your pinkies together.

a promise.

a pinky promise— and you’d never break something as cute as that.

“i promise.” you whispered.

she hugged you and you savored each and every second she clung to you. you kissed the top of her head over and over and memorized the way she smelled. you burned the image of her smile into your memory. each line and angle on her face. her ears. her long dark hair.

and that sweet little laugh.

you really did love her.

you just didn’t know how to say those three words the right way.

so you didn’t.

it was something you regretted when she left— but the next time you saw her, it would be the start of something new.

you would never leave her side again because you had made your decision.

you would join shield.

one day.

for now, you would be sent somewhere hydra could never touch you and get help from professionals to rebuild what was broken inside you. you were going somewhere you could be alone to grieve, to cry, to remember, and to restart.

“i’ll miss you.” you said from where you sat strapped in handcuffs in the back of the heavy armored truck.

nick rolled his eyes at you, hanging on the door as he watched the last of the agents assigned to escort you to the ocean prison get into the truck.

“you be easy, isla.” nick said with a small smile.

you smiled back at him. “keep an eye on my kid?”

nick tapped his sunglasses where his good eye was and tipped his head. “i always do.”

when he shut the door, it didn’t feel like a sentencing.

it didn’t feel like you were trapped.

it didn’t feel like you were damned any longer.

the handcuffs were precautionary. a safety measure for you and others. you did not resent them. you did not resent any of what was to come because you had made the choice yourself.

you wanted a life.

a real one with laughter and lazy sundays.

you wanted to grow up and watch your daughter grow up, too.

and maybe one day when the wounds faded into scars, you’d find the courage and strength to find yours boys and free them, too.

all three of them.

— ☆ —

the trucks movements and the small amount of pain medicine given to you lulled you little by little as the minutes turned into hours. you rested your head back against the metal wall and let your eyes fall closed.

how could you ever be bored again when there was so much to think about?

you thought about your daughter.

you thought about the work it would take to be whole and how you were ready to face each obstacle in your way in order to be.

you thought about your brother.

you thought about where you would live with clover once you could— if she’d like that.

and you smiled to yourself because you knew that she would.

thundered rumbled from above but it wasn’t raining.

you opened your eyes and looked up.

the roof came down.

the muted buzz of bullets spraying through the silencer of his gun and the hard, gruesome sound of them hitting their targets filled the truck— and so did the smell of blood.

you looked up in horror as he stood before you, his metal arm gleaming in the spotlight that the hole in the roof of the truck had created.

“miss me?”

hello, friends. i hope you all enjoyed this update of headlock! it was a shorter one than the last because the previous one was so long. besides, it’s main goal was to sort of cover the lore of the reader and bucky’s kids— which i hope everyone is vibing with. (i really love it and i have so much planned). also, i’d like to make it clear that you are all entitled to imagine aurelius and caracalla in whatever way you want. i chose two actors who i think resemble sebastian stan to hit closer to home, but you can fancast them as whoever you’d like! i left clover’s fc blank for you all as of right now because she’s supposed to look like isla and isla is your character :3

maybe one day i’ll post my personal fc of her but for now, it is your turn to play pretend and be the casting director of your dreams!!!

next part ->

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rosenclaws · 1 month ago

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So my birthdays around the bend (next week Saturday) and my sister just slept with the guy I used to like (ik, very messy) so I was wondering if you could write some sort of Wolverine revenge sex story cz I will not be participating in that !

Thanks 😭

a/n: omfg that's insane im so sorry adsfjlk; I got u babes and I hope u can go and celebrate ur birthday and try not to let it ruin ur big day. I hope it's okay I wrote the reader with fem anatomy because I wasn't sure if that's what you wanted. I hope this cheers you up a little bit <3

warnings: SMUT, MINORS DNI, rough sex, unprotected, dirty talk, creampie, fingering

You were certifiably pissed. I mean you had every right to be. You stormed through the mansion and everyone seemed to get out of your way.

"What's wrong with you?" Logan asks, the only one who doesn't seem afraid to poke the bear.

"Fuck off." You grumble. Throwing open the fridge to search for wine or beer or literally anything at this point. Logan rolls his eyes and watches you angrily move things around the fridge.

"Jesus just take it. Looks like you can use it more than I can." He hands you the rest of his beer which you take from his hands. You take a long sip, wiping your lips as you sit on one of the stools by the kitchen counter. The anger slowly dissipating into sadness.

"My sister slept with a guy I used to like." You mumble. Logan raises his eyebrows but stays quiet.

"It's messy I know but like, it just feels like such a betrayal." You were really hurt. I mean of all people it had to be the two of them.

"I was supposed to spend my birthday with my family but I think I'm just going to cancel." You say bitterly.

"That's really shitty." Logan leans on the counter, his arms flexing as he rests his heavy body on the marble.

"You shouldn't cancel your birthday because of her."

"Well what do you think I should do?" You huff.

Celebrating your birthday sounds miserable if you were being honest. Maybe you could just do a small thing here at the mansion but most of your friends were out on a mission right now. You glance at your phone and see a text from your sister. Rolling your eyes you place your phone in your pocket, not wanting to even deal with her right now.

"If I were you, I'd fuck someone else. You know show her that she can't get to you." Logan suggests casually.

You scoff at first, of course Logan would suggest that. That man brings home someone new every time you go to the bar. But...he's not wrong. It's petty yes but you know what, fuck it. You smirk, looking at Logan who narrows his eyes cautiously at you.

"Logan..." You put on your best puppy dog eyes and he just chuckles.

Your sister has always had the hots for Logan. The one time she visited the mansion she couldn't stop talking about how hot he was. Did she have a crush? Who knows but you do know it would be a massive ego blow to her if she knew you were hooking up with the Wolverine.

"Yeah sweetheart." Logan purrs. Logan would be an idiot to not be attracted to you, but relationships weren't really his thing. In the sense that he's bad at them. So keeping things casual is simply just what's best.

"You wanna help me get revenge on my sister?" He smirks and leans closer to your face, his presence is overwhelming as his pretty eyes stare into your own.

"You know what you're asking for? I don't play nice." You shudder at his words. Your legs pressing together without even thinking.

"Neither do I." You whisper back.

Without another word Logan smashes his lips against yours. Groaning into your mouth as he pulls you into him. Your hands brace themselves on his toned chest. The white tank top does little to hide his muscles. With ease he hoists you over his shoulder and carries you to his room.

You're practically buzzing with excitement as he kicks his door open and places you onto his bed. His sheets smell like him and you just want to curl up in the soft fabric. Logan wastes no time in shedding his clothes, pulling tank top over his head and unbuckling his jeans at lighting speed. You lick your lips at the sight of him. Fuck he's like a Greek statue.

"Take em off. Now." He commands and you don't hesitate to obey. Your clothes are thrown without a care somewhere in his room. You'll find them later. Your phone is tossed onto the bedside table before Logan can throw it across the room. He looks ready to pounce. Logan crawls between your legs, his lips sucking on your neck harshly.

"Fuck!" You hiss as he bites down on your collarbone, his tongue coming to soothe the slight pain as he feigns a sad look.

"Sorry sweetheart, just wanna leave a few marks. Right where anyone can see." Oh god you don't even want to think about what your neck will look like after this. Though you quite liked the idea of showing them off. A reminder of the amazing sex you're about to have with Logan.

"Normally I'd take my time with a someone as pretty as you." He purrs. His lips tracing down your chest and stomach.

"Start with an appetizer," He spreads your legs as far as they can go.

"And feast until you're screaming my fucking name baby." He slips his fingers inside your warm cunt, groaning at the feeling.

"So fucking wet already? I've barely touched you." His fingers are like magic.

Soft whines are pulled from your lips as he fucks his fingers into you. A rough but steady pace. One that has you going insane. As much as you want to take your time, you need him bad. You want it hot and dirty.

"Logan please, just fuck me already!" You snap, the pleasure twisting in your body is almost unbearable.

"Bossy." Logan teases as he pulls his fingers out of your cunt. Sticking them in his mouth to clean them up.

"I'll have my taste next time." Your heart leaps at next time.

Logan strokes his cock slowly, pressing the tip into your cunt. Fucking hell is he big. With one thrust of his hips he slots himself fully inside. Your back arching as you try and get used to the feeling. Hands clawing at the sheets trying to ground yourself.

"Easy, I got you. Just breathe." Logan whispers in your ear.

His elbows keeping him above you. His words may be sweet but his actions are devastating. His hips pounding you into the mattress. Barely giving you a second to breathe. Your head is in the clouds. Logan pins your wrists to the bed, it's the only thing keeping you grounded to reality.

"Fuck fuck." Logan groans, his tongue sticking out a little as he chases his high. He was right. He doesn't play nice.

"Logan!" You cry as he sits back on his knees, pushing your legs up to fuck you in a new position. You asked him for help and he was going to give you the best fuck of your life.

"That's it baby, can feel you squeezing me real tight." His hands wrap around your thighs, fingers digging into your skin.

"Don't fight it." Logan growls, he can see the way your face twists in pleasure, your body is reacting before you can even think about it.

He's silently begging you to come. He's close and he can feel the animal coming out in him. The pleasure seeping into his bones. Your nails dig into the sheets. Vision going blurry as Logan pulls the most intense orgasm you've ever felt. Your legs shake as pleasure explodes through you.

The feeling of your own orgasm triggers something in Logan. He lets go of your thighs and grabs the headboard. Splintering the wood with his strength. He grunts as he powers his hips recklessly. Chasing his own pleasure with teeth bared and eyes clouded with lust.

"Fuck!" He growls as his hips still. His eyes rolling to the back of his head as he comes inside of you, making you feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

"How was that for revenge? Gonna show off my art to her?" Logan asks with a smirk, his fingers tracing the hickeys he left on your skin.

"Maybe..." You mumble.

Logan lays by your side, sitting up with the sheets covering his lower half. You move to rest your head on his chest, his arm coming to rest on around your back. This was meant to be a revenge fuck, something you can rub your sister face in. But you're already craving more. As if the universe was listening you hear your phone ding. Lazily you reach for it. A text from your sister.

Can we talk??

A devilish smirk crosses your face as you open the camera and lift your phone up. Angling it so that she can clearly see the hickeys on your neck and Logan's bare chest.

"Really sweetheart?" Logan asks, amusement in his voice.

"What?" You say innocently. Logan finds it very hot, this side of you is new to him and he likes it.

You type a few words before pressing send.

Sorry! I'm busy 😜

[one attachment sent]

Shutting off your phone and tossing it onto the floor.

"Now," You sit up and crawl on top of Logan, straddling his waist. His hands grab your hips, a curious but interested look on his face.

"Does that super healing of yours work on everything?"

#logan howlett #logan howlett x reader #logan howlett smut #wolverine x reader #wolverine smut

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miruac · 7 months ago

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dating kozume kenma headcanons - part 2

masterlist

navigation

warnings: not proofread, movie and timeskip spoilers, very self indulgent

a/n: EHEHEHEHEH I LOVE MY INTROVERTED GAMER BABY | word vomit. this is just pure word vomit.

during nationals when they were away, kenma always texted you before and after a game(kinda shocking since he's dry asl)

he would be a little clingy, especially when he was sleepy since he had no filter then

but he literally like slept so late there...(THAT ONE SCENE OF HIM WAKING UP WITH BEDHEAD <3)

before their match with karasuno, he sent you a gif of a happy dancing cat(it was him trying to convey emotion)

after the match, he sent you a text that read 'i guess i'm coming home'

which made you happy he was coming back, but also sad that they lost

right when they got back home, you went over to his house to give him some congratulatory apple pie and cuddles

obviously he got a fever and was literally bedridden for a couple of days, so you had to wait a little while before seeing the poor boy

but when you did, he was still a little sick so he just clung onto you(

when he's sleepy, i headcanon he likes his hair to be played with and when you do it he just falls asleep

timeskip to the future, and its been like what, 7 years? you've moved in with him into his house, and it's pretty casual at this point

he always comes to bed late since he stays up on stream, and he ends up waking up so late

but before you go to bed, he's almost always taking a break from his stream to kiss you goodnight

sometimes if you're feeling clingy AND sleepy, he'll let you sit on his lap and sleep there while he's on stream

guys everyone writes kenma as if he's someone who's lazy as hell, and cant cook

BUT NOT ME!!! i know kenma can cook because he isn't that self-negligent, like if he moved out by himself then surely he knows how to somewhat provide for himself

he doesn't cook much because he doesn't like how much effort it takes, but when he cooks its kinda fire

you guys alternate, but its usually you cooking

i know he doesn't eat much canonly but loves seeing you in the kitchen its so domestic

when you catch him staring his lil bitch ass smirks at you and is like 'you look good in my kitchen.'

EPHASIS ON "MY KITCHEN" LIKE AODJSAOLDJASJDL

guys stop he's so cute when hes posessive

SPEAKING OF POSESSIVENESS OMG

ok now kenma's posessiveness varies from day to day

if he sees another guy with you, he doesn't rage immediately but when he sees them holding you in a way how he does? that's when he slides between you guys and takes you back

but also sometimes when you're about to go out in revealing clothes, he gets all pouty and clingy

he doesn't let go of you and looks up you with such pleading eyes(im so weak. im so weak for him omg)

guys he ALWAYS goes to pick you up himself

most likely he's going to bed by the time youre done, he can spare a couple minutes getting you

and plus i know he may not act like it, but your safety is like one of his top priorities

especially since you're the partner of a famous streamer, he does his best to make you comfortable

whether that's having you sit out of frame when he's on stream, or keeping you hidden

the media's really mean, and he'd do anything to prevent you from seeing or witnessing something hurtful just because you're dating him

he takes all the necessary precautions he knows of, and always tries to keep your identity anonymous

but when you felt comfortable enough, you slowly started to creep into his streams

at first it would just be a hand popping into frame, to you literally napping on his lap while he streamed

he told his fans that he was taken before and they thought he was lying, but since they've seen you they're amazed that he actually pulled

overall, his audience loves you and they literally see how kenma lights up when he looks at you

like his eyes are so soft and glassy and hazed with love(im gonna cry. why isn't he real. please i want him so bad)

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2nd a/n: guys this is literally not proofread this is such shit work like im not even processing these thoughts in my brain IM LITERALLY JUST WORD VOMITTING RN ok im done thank you for listening to my ted talk GOODNIGHT

#kenma x reader #kozume kenma x reader #kenma kozume #kozume kenma #kenma kozume x reader #nekoma #haikyuu #miruac #haikyuu fluff #i love him #kenma fluff #kozume kenma fluff #kenma headcanons #kozume kenma headcanons #haikyuu headcanons

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naomis-daydream · 1 year ago

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on the throne // shuri udaku

summary: just read tbh….ok fine i’ll explain😒. being queen comes with a load of royal responsibilities; from border patrol, to technological advancements, and everything in between. though wakanda’s ruler realizes there’s a special someone she’s been neglecting. shuri’s come up short, and her wife’s coming to collect what’s hers.

warnings: pregnant!wife!reader. descriptions of pregnancy (obvs), teeny weeny bit of oral (shuri receiving). barely proofread.

a/n: this is the product of baby fever and ovulation😜 also this is a draft from forever ago, it kinda sucks so im dropping it under the cloak of night🥷🏽.

there were many things shuri loved about your body.

your hands, for instance. they always offered her a soothing rub or relaxing touch whenever she became stressed or overwhelmed with the weight of the crown. or something soft to hold as you spent evenings watching the wakandan sunset from the palace garden.

then there were your arms. shuri found that she only slept peacefully when yours were wrapped tightly around her middle. and if the royal ever woke to realize you rolled away, she’d assure she wiggled her way back into your grasp.

and bast your thighs. if the queen could spend the rest of her days between them, the soft, plush cushions, there’d be absolutely no resistance from the panther.

now it was worse, and it was all your fault. it was one of the many nights the queen spent inside you. somewhere between when she slowly pushed into you and when she brought you nearing your third high of the night, you had joked about her getting you pregnant. something about her having the genius and the looks to make a great gene pool. “fill me up, my queen,” you uttered, “give it to me. i want all of you.” you we’re fucking tantalizing.

it didn’t help that she had the science to make what originated as a lustful thought a reality.

now, seven months later, everything she loved about you only grew as your body changed. your natural curves only hypnotized her more as your hips widened and breasts swelled.

shuri also couldn’t help but smile when you wobbled cutely around your shared home due to the swell of your ankles, and while you refused to be helped with an act as simple as walking, you would feign resistance to shuri’s pleads to ease your pain before caving to let her massage your aching joints.

but the absolute worst part was the hormones. the cravings that made shuri tip-toe into the kitchen for you well after midnight, the hot flashes that would cause you to walk practically bare around the palace, and your sex drive, yours nearly matched that of her’s when she took the herb. though, only two of those things seemed to be prevailing today, where the only thing separating you from her was the thinnest dresses. it wasn’t unusual for you to forgo a bra this late into your pregnancy, but it seemed you’d forgotten any undergarments at all today as you sat on the lap of the queen, grinding helplessly into her thigh.

“yiza, mntwana,” you purred. come on, baby. “let me touch you.”

your wife squirmed from her place on the throne, hands on your hips as she guided you. you trailed your lips down her jaw to land on her pulse point before sucking intently.

while you were preoccupied, the woman took the chance to glance at the clock in the room, hissing slightly when noticing the time and when you sunk your teeth into her flesh. you were going to ruin her, she knew that much. the sad part is, she was gonna let you.

“the elders,” she whined, finding words rather hard when you moaned against her. “our meeting, they’ll be here in minutes!”

you pause your movements to lean up to her ear, whispering, “fuck the meeting.”

shuri threw her head back, sinking further into the the chair and further into the trap you set in motion the minute you walked into the room.

you always started by entering with a sweet smile, followed by asking her how her day was or what project she was working on. then you’d begin rubbing her shoulders, kissing her neck while muttering sweet nothings and telling her she worked too hard. “let me take care of you,” you’d say, “you deserve to feel good, don’t you wanna feel good?” and soon shuri would end up on her back, eyes wide shut as her legs were thrown over your shoulders and your fingers snug between her walls.

this time was different though. it had to be. the council meeting was nearing by the minute, and you showed no signs of waving the white flag.

“entle,” she began, licking her lips as she spoke. “i-i really think we should wait.” you continued to kiss her, attaching your lips to whatever skin you could reach as shuri continues. “once it’s over we can do whatever you want, my love.” her hands run over the curve of your ass, squeezing gently.

you pulled away from her, hands still cupping her cheeks. “i wanna do whatever i want now.”

“i know. i promise i-i’ll make it up to you.” she says, tilting her head up to look at you before placing a soft kiss to your lips. it’s sweet, the taste of her, and as much as you wanted more, she pulls away. “you better,” you scolded, “you’re the one who did this to me anyway.” you nod your head down to your stomach, stretching against the fabric of your maxi dress. the hormones had been driving you insane. and it didn’t help that shuri spent so much time away with all her new duties. this left you to take care of your own needs more often than you’d like to admit. you needed her. to feel her. while it might seem like you were caving, her majesty should’ve known better than too assume her wife would back down so easily.

your words bring a smile to shuri’s lips, a laugh escaping her as you sigh while you rise off of her, giving her a full view of your bump as you do so.

“whatever you want, mama.”

you hum a lazy response as your queen visibly relaxes, no longer antsy with your aroused antics. though she wasn’t in the clear just yet, you came here for a reason, and wouldn’t leave unfulfilled.

a simple idea sprouts in your head, and soon, a mischievous smile dances across your features as you reach back to unclasp your necklace. shuri raises a brow in question, but remains silent as you both watch the dainty jewelry slide down your chest and onto the floor, right between her feet.

“oops.”

the royal shakes her head, already having a clue of where this was headed. but you’re already sinking to your knees, eyes never leaving hers.

you rub your palms along the fabric of her black dress, reaching just below her knees. you play with the hem, eyeing the fickle fabric before tracing your fingertips higher. and higher. and high-

“thandiwe.” she warned.

beloved. how wholesome a name in contrast to your actions upon her. you peered up at her, batting your lashes at her. “yes, my queen?”

“we have ten minutes before our meeting-”

“i’ve made you come in less,” you continue, hooking your fingers around her underwear.

shuri wanted to protest, she really did, and she tried to. she mutters tiny objections at first, and you almost believe them, but the way she lifted her hips to help you remove her underwear, the way she whined when you tugged her to the throne’s edge, and the way she threw her head back with the first stripe you licked up her center told you all you needed to know. let’s face it, she knew she was done for the minute you walked in the room.

you begin to place gentle kisses to her clit, giving her a little stimulation, but not quite enough for her liking. shuri shudders above you, legs shaking gently. she began to realize just how long it’d been since the two of you had sex.

“still want me to stop?” you asked, tongue twirling around her entrance, to which she moaned in response. a light chuckle escapes your lips. “i’ll take that as a no.”

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