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sergeantbarnessdoll · 3 months ago

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Hi can you do a fic where y/n buckys fiancé who is also a winter soldier but has telepathic powers and teleportation abilities gets kidnapped and reprogrammed again and they have to fight her to snap her out of it and it ends with smut and y/n finding out she is pregnant with twins a boy and girl?

Forever After » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Pairings: Fiancée/Avenger!Bucky Barnes x Fiancée/Enhanced!Female Reader

Summary: You and Bucky are supposed to be planning a wedding, but you get kidnapped and reprogrammed again. Not too long after Bucky gets you back, you two find out you’re pregnant with twins.

Warning: Fluff, little bit of Angst, Smut (18+), language, Winter Soldier!reader, pregnant!reader, enhanced!reader, HYDRA, kidnapping, sweet/dirty talk, kissing, hickeys, unprotected sex, praise kink, pet names

A/N: Thank you for the request, nonnie🩵

Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.

Header made by @buck-star

GIF IS NOT MINE! Gif credit goes to the creator.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!🔞

“Hey. Have any of you seen Y/N?” Bucky asks as he walks in the lounge room.

“Not since this morning. Why?” Steve says.

“Her and I are supposed to go over more details of our wedding, but she’s not answering any of my calls or texts.” He says.

“Her phone probably died or something.” Natasha says.

“Probably. I hope that’s all it is.” He says.

Meanwhile, you regained consciousness in the lab where you first developed your telepathic powers and teleportation abilities. You already know this couldn’t be good. HYDRA is the ones who tested those powers and abilities on you. Since you can’t call or text Bucky with your phone, you decided to try to send a signal to him by using your telepathic powers. You took a deep breath and gave it a try.

“Bucky, I’m in trouble. HYDRA found me and kidnapped me. Please hurry.” You said.

Bucky stopped in his tracks when he felt something. It was the signal from you, telling him that HYDRA kidnapped you and you need help. Bucky’s heart dropped and his eyes widened. He quickly changed into his mission suit and got his gun and knife.

“I’m on my way, doll.” Bucky says to himself.

You were tugging at the restrains to get free, but it was no use. They were too tight and there was no way you were getting out of them any time soon.

“You’re awake!” A familiar voice said.

You looked up to see the HYDRA scientist who tested on you. Your eyes widened.

“What do you want from me?” You asked.

“To reprogram you.” He answers. “I see you haven’t been using your powers and abilities to how I programed you.” He says.

“I’m not using my powers and abilities to do your dirty work anymore.” You say, narrowing your eyes at him.

“Not yet, but you will.” He replies. “Starting with your fiancée, Sergeant James Barnes who’s also known as the Winter Soldier.” He says.

“No. Please don’t make me do that!” You begged.

“Too bad. You don’t have a choice.” He says.

He sat down at the table across from you, opening up your file. Your eyes widened. You tugged at the restrains again.

“There’s no use in tugging at the restrains. You’re strapped down good.” He says.

You groaned and huffed in frustration, tilting your head back. The only thing on your mind is if Bucky is on his way to you.

Your head shot back up when the HYDRA scientist started reading the trigger words that turns you into the person you aren’t anymore… the Winter Soldier. You’re not the same Winter Soldier as Bucky was. You’re a Winter Soldier with powers and abilities.

“No!” You shouted as he continued reading the trigger words. “Please!” You begged.

You squeezed your eyes shut and clenched your hands into fists. No matter what you tried to do, you couldn’t get out of this. After he read all of the trigger words, your eyes glowed blue. The scientist smiles in satisfaction.

“It’s nice to know that those words still work on you.” He grins.

The scientist pushed your file aside and stood up, grabbing a piece of paper and the key to the restrains. He unlocked the restrains and took them off of your arms and legs. You slowly stood up in front of him.

“Ready to comply.” You said obediently.

“This man is your mission.” The scientist says, showing you a picture of Bucky.

“Yes, sir.” You replied.

“I’m sure he’ll be here any minute. I’m assuming you contacted him with your telepathic powers earlier.” He says.

You nodded your head.

“You know what to do when he gets here.” He says.

As if it were on cue, Bucky busted down the door. He felt relieved to see you. He immediately walked to you, stopping in his tracks when he saw your eyes glow blue and your signature grin form on your face. His eyes widened. He hasn’t seen that grin in a while and you haven’t used your powers and abilities in a while either. Bucky grabbed the scientist by his white lab coat and slammed him up against the wall.

“What the hell did you do to my fiancée?!” Bucky growls.

“Reprogrammed her for what she’s meant to do.” The scientist says, grinning evilly.

Bucky growls again and knocked him out with a punch to his face. He dropped him on the floor and turned his attention to you.

“Doll…” Bucky’s voice sounded calm and cautious. “You don’t need to do this.” He says softly.

“Don’t do what?” You asked, tilting your head a bit.

Bucky already knew this wasn’t going to end good.

“Doll, please.” He pleads softly.

“Doll isn’t here anymore. The Winter Soldier is though and she’ll like to have a little talk.” You say.

Bucky’s breathing got shaky for a moment before clearing his throat.

“Please don’t make me fight you.” He pleads.

“Too bad you don’t get a choice, Soldat.” You say, walking towards him.

Bucky cringes when you called him Soldat. He hasn’t been called that in a long time.

“You look scared, Soldat.” You say, playfully pouting at him.

“I’m not scared.” Bucky says.

“So if I read your mind, you won’t be lying?” You asked.

“No. I have nothing to hide from you.” He says honestly.

“Oh yea?” You raised your eyebrows. “What about a certain mission you did in 1991?” You asked.

Bucky gulped and his jaw clenched when you said that. You rose your hand up to his head so you could read his mind, but he grabbed your arm before you could.

“Stop it.” Bucky almost whispers. “I don’t want to fight you.” He says.

“Why? Are you scared you’re gonna lose?” You tauntingly asked.

“I don’t lose.” He says confidently.

“Then fight me.” You say.

“No.” He says.

You chuckled lowly before throwing a punch at him, hitting his jaw and catching him off guard.

“C’mon, Soldat. It’ll be fun.” You say.

“I’m not fighting you.” He says again.

“Ok then.” You say, shrugging your shoulders.

You opened a teleportation portal and stepped in it, turning around and waving at Bucky. The portal took you to a different room in the base. Bucky jumped in the portal before it closed, tackling you to the groan. You groaned when you hit the ground. He pinned your arms to the floor above your head so you didn’t try anything.

Bucky knows if he keeps denying you, you’ll keep provoking him into fighting you. He doesn’t want to fight you, but he has no choice. He thinks if he fights you, he might be able to break through the programming and get your normal self back. He might as well give it his all.

“You wanna fight, doll? Let’s fight.” Bucky finally says.

“That’s more like it.” You say with a grin.

You kneed him in his stomach to get him off of you. You stood you as Bucky groaned in pain. He stood up a few seconds after you did. You approached Bucky, tilting your head slightly.

“I know what you fear.” You whispered.

“I don’t fear anything.” Bucky says.

“Oh really?” You asked, putting your hand against his forehead to read his mind. “You fear that if you don’t get me to break through the programming, you’ll lose your fiancée forever and you won’t get you forever after with her.” You say, reading his mind.

Bucky growls and smacked your hand away.

“Stop it.” Bucky growls, gritting his teeth.

“Loosing your fiancée is your worst nightmare and you’ll slip back into your old ways as the Winter Soldier.” You say.

Bucky’s jaw clenched when you said that. He grabbed you, slammed you against the wall. You yelped in surprise.

“Shut up!” He shouts. “Never fucking say that again.” He says.

Loosing you is his worst nightmare, but he wouldn’t slip back into his old ways as the Winter Soldier.

“Did I touch a nerve?” You asked, tilting your head slightly.

Bucky put his vibranium hand around your throat, but didn’t squeeze. He just stared in your eyes, searching for any sign of your normal self. His hand let go of your throat. What he did next surprised himself. He kicked your feet out from under you to the ground, his eyes widening when you hit your head on the wall. You didn’t go unconscious so that’s a good sign, but you did have a confused look on your face. He didn’t want to do that to you. He just wanted the taunting to stop and for you to break through the programming.

“Doll, I-I-I didn’t mean to do that.” Bucky stutters, crouching down next to you.

“I-I’m fine.” You said softly, followed by a small whimper. “Can you take me home please?” You asked.

“Of course.” He murmurs, picking you up bridal style.

Later that day after you and Bucky got back to the Avengers compound, you two took a shower and put comfortable clothes on.

“I’m sorry.” You apologized in a whisper.

“You don’t need to apologize, doll.” Bucky says softly.

“Yes I do. I tried to use your worst nightmare against you and I brought up that one mission.” You say.

“It’s completely fine, doll. I understand. You weren’t your normal self.” He says.

Your eyes flickered down to Bucky’s lips. You leaned toward him, kissing him softly and passionately. Bucky’s right hand caressed your cheek gently. Your hands grasped onto his shoulders. He gently laid you back on the bed and hovered over you. His vibranium hand went underneath your -his- shirt. You shivered, feeling the cool vibranium against your skin.

“Bucky…” You say breathlessly.

“Yes, doll?” Bucky asks, moving his lips down to your neck.

“I want you.” You tell him.

Bucky pulled away from your neck to take off your -his- shirt, revealing your braless breast to him. He dipped his head back down, kissing your neck again. His teeth nipped at your skin, marking you up. He repeated those same actions as he moved his lips down your body.

Bucky’s hands gently caressed your curves. His lips pressed soft kisses down your body, stopping just above the waistband of your sleep shorts. Bucky hooked his fingers in the waistband of your shorts. You lifted your hips so he could pull them down, pulling down your panties and shorts down in one go.

“My doll is so gorgeous.” Bucky murmurs softly, making you blush.

Bucky stood up, taking off his clothes. His cock is hard and leaking with precum. You voluntarily spread your legs. He got in between them, his hands gently rubbing the top of your thighs. Bucky leaned down, kissing you passionately.

Bucky reached a hand down in between the two of you, wrapping his hand around his cock. He stroked it a few times before lining it at your wet entrance. He slowly slid his cock in your pussy. Soft and satisfied moans left yours and his lips.

Bucky put his forearms against the bed on either side of your head, caging you in between his strong arms. You reached your hands up to hold his. You intertwined your fingers with his.

His thrusts were soft and loving. Your head rolled back against the pillows, enjoying the feeling of your fiancée’s cock inside of you. Soft moans of his name left your lips.

Bucky dipped his head down and kissed along the column of your throat, not leaving any part of your skin not kissed. A soft satisfied hum left your lips when his stubble scratched your skin. That’s one of your favorite feelings from Bucky.

“Bucky…” You say more in a whine.

“I got you, doll.” Bucky whispers softly.

“More please.” You begged softly.

Bucky increased the pace of his thrusts. His thrusts are still loving. You wrapped your legs around his waist, locking your ankles together against his back. Your eyes fluttered shut, enjoying the pleasure you were receiving from your fiancée.

“I love you so much, Bucky.” You said breathlessly.

“I love you so much to, babydoll.” Bucky whispers.

You managed to get your hands out from Bucky’s hands and gently grabbed his face, pulling him down for a passionate and hungry kiss. You two moaned against each other’s lips. Your hands found their way to his head, carding your fingers through his soft dark brown hair. Bucky moans against your lips. He loves it when you play with his hair in any way. Your fingers tugging on his hair urged him on. Bucky thrusted faster, his cock immediately finding that one spot inside of you.

“Fuck, Bucky!” You moaned.

Your moans are like music to Bucky’s ears. You tucked your face against the crook of Bucky’s neck. You kissed his neck and nipped at his skin, marking him up.

Bucky wrapped his right arm around your waist while his vibranium hand held the sheets tightly. He increased the speed of his thrusts once more. That made you want him even more. Your hands grasped onto his biceps, digging your nails in his skin and the vibranium.

“Fuck, doll…” Bucky moans. “Such a good girl.” He praises softly.

You moaned at his praise. You love it when he praises you.

Bucky’s right arm left your waist and went in between the two of you. Your hips jolted against his hips and his hand when you felt his fingers on your clit. His fingers rubbed your clit in circles.

“Oh god, yes, Bucky!” You moaned, throwing your head back against the pillows.

Your orgasm began to build up faster than you liked. So did Bucky’s. His thrusts became sloppy, but he regained rhythm.

“I can feel you getting close, doll.” Bucky said breathlessly. “You gonna cum for me?” He asks.

“You hummed and nodded your head in response.

“Cum for me, babydoll. I’m close too.” He pants, rubbing your clit a bit faster.

The coil inside of you snapped. You moaned Bucky’s name loudly as you came. Bucky gave your clit one last rub before focusing on his own orgasm.

“That’s a good girl.” Bucky pants. “Fuck, fuck, fuck…” He moans.

Bucky came inside of you after a few more thrusts. His thrusts came to a stop and he pulled out of you, laying down next to you. You moved closer to him, laying your head on his chest and putting your thigh on top of his. Bucky’s vibranium hand held onto your knee, rubbing his vibranium thumb against your skin.

“I can’t wait to marry you.” You murmured softly, caressing his stubbly cheek.

“I can’t wait to marry you too, doll.” Bucky says softly, kissing your hand.

———

You’re standing in the bathroom, staring at a pregnancy test that has two pink lines on it. You and Bucky have been married for a few months and you’re finding out you’re pregnant with yours and his first child.

“Holy shit…” You mumbled in shock, staring at a positive pregnancy test. “Bucky, babe! Come here!” You shouted.

Bucky ran to the bathroom as fast as he could, almost tripping over his own feet.

“What’s wrong? Are you ok?” Bucky asks frantically.

You didn’t say anything. You smiled widely and showed him the positive pregnancy test.

“Holy shit…” He mumbles in shock. “You’re pregnant? We’re having a baby? We’re going to be parents?” He asks.

“Yes!” You confirmed.

Bucky picked you up, hugging you tightly.

“We’re going to be parents!” He said happily. “Let’s go tell everyone!” He says.

Bucky held your hand as you two walked to the lounge room where all of the Avengers are.

“We have amazing news.” Bucky says with a huge smile on his face.

Everyone stopped what they were doing and turned their attention to you and Bucky, waiting for you guys to tell them what the amazing news is.

“I’m pregnant!” You tell them, holding up the positive pregnancy test.

Everyone cheered and congratulated you two, giving you two hugs.

———

“Would you two like to know the genders of your babies?” The doctor asks, looking from you to Bucky.

“Babies?” You and Bucky say in union and surprise.

“You’re having twins!” She smiles.

Yours and Bucky’s eyes teared up. Bucky leaned down, kissing your lips softly. Bucky looks in your eyes and nods at you, wanting to know the genders of yours and his twin babies.

“Yes, we would like to know the genders of our babies.” You tell her.

“Twin A is a boy and twin B is a girl.” She tells you two. “Congratulations!” She smiles, giving you and Bucky the ultrasound pictures.

You and Bucky had smiles on your faces the whole car ride to the compound. You two were so excited and happy that you guys had to tell everyone.

“Hey! How was the doctor’s appointment?” Steve asks.

“We’re having twins!” Bucky tells everyone, holding up the ultrasound pictures. “Twin A is a boy and twin B is a girl!” He says excitedly.

Everyone stared at you and Bucky in surprise and gave you two hugs, congratulating you two.

“Can I tell Steve the other amazing news?” You asked, whispering to Bucky.

“Go ahead, doll.” Bucky smiles.

Steve looks from Bucky to you, waiting for the other amazing news.

“Me and Bucky have been talking about it and we want you to be the godfather to our twins.” You tell him.

“Wh-What?” Steve asks, making sure he heard you right.

“You’re the godfather of our babies, punk.” Bucky tells him, patting his shoulder.

“I’m honored to your babies’ godfather.” Steve says, hugging both of you.

Later that day, you and Bucky went home and spent the rest of the night trying to come up with baby names for yours and his twins.

“I feel like the names we’re coming up with are too basic.” Bucky says.

“Yea.” You agree. “What about we name our son after you and our daughter after your sister?” You suggested, tapping your fingers against your pregnant belly.

“You want to name our babies after me and my sister?” He asks, tearing up.

You smiled and nodded your head yes.

“I would love nothing more than to name our babies James Jr and Rebecca.” He says, smiling widely.

“It’s settled! James Jr and Rebecca will be our babies names!” You say happily.

Bucky kisses you passionately. You two smiled against each other’s lips.

“I love you, doll.” Bucky whispers against your lips.

“I love you too, sweetie.” You whispered back.

Bucky leaned his forehead against yours, looking in your eyes with the look of adoration in his eyes. You two finally have your forever after.

🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵

-Bucky’s Doll

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sixeyesanddaydreaming · 6 days ago

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"My ex messaged me."

"You don't say?"

Satoru sounded far too amused for your liking when you told him about the unread message in your inbox. He didn't move an inch from his video game even as you approached him on your couch, though he was quick to encircle you in his arms when you were in his periphery.

"What do you think it's about? Him messaging out of the blue is so weird," you asked him, resting your cheek on his head as you watched him gun down the enemies charging right at him. "It's been—"

"Five years," he cuts you off, eventually pausing his game and placing down his controller. "Did you see what he had to say?"

You shook your head and fished out your mobile phone from your pocket, showing him the still-unread message. "I dunno. And at this point, I don't really care to know, either."

Satoru coiled his strong arm around your waist as you sat on his lap, his other hand tapping on the screen of your phone to read the walls of text sent to you— an explanation you surely would have appreciated when you were still asking questions— why? What did I do wrong?

Questions he had no answers to himself... But why bother thinking about all of that when he had his chance with you right then and there? He was better off making you forget all about those...

"Wh— Why'd you open his text?!"

"Why not? I'd be lying if I said I wasn't curious about what he has to say," he innocently shrugged at you. "Now let me see..."

He scrolled through the paragraphs, a growing grin on his face that slowly melted into low laughter as he handed back your phone to you. "He wants to get back together with you."

"What? And why are you even laughing?"

"What do you mean? I'm laughing because I truly think it's funny," he said as he rested his chin on your shoulder, watching you skim through the meaningless paragraphs. "He's definitely reaching."

"Oh, so you aren't the least bit bothered by this? This is my ex we're talking about," you asked him with a small pout, to which he replied with a fat, affectionate kiss on your cheek.

"Oh, please! Our friends hate your dumb ex with a burning vengeance. And rightfully so after what he did to you," he laughed at how slightly hurt you were by his nonchalance, but he wasn't like that because he didn't care. A rather smug smile made its way to his handsome face. "If you had wanted to get back together with him, we wouldn't even be having this conversation. But of course you'd never get back with him. He's a dick, after all."

Satoru was like that because he was confident. Confident in himself and confident in the love you have for him.

The way he rested his starry blue eyes on you— a look of absolute adoration— filled you with just as much confidence. He loves you just as much. So much that there's no room for any doubt.

"Well, as always, you're right. I'd be a fool to jump back into some asshole's arms when I'm already so, so happy..." You chuckled as he playfully batted his feathery eyelashes at you. "I wouldn't trade what we have now for anything else. Especially not a do-over with a loser."

Satoru's deep, mirthful laughter reverberated against your back. You didn't need to see his face to know just how elated he looked. "My thoughts exactly. See? It's like we share the same brain!"

#mari's daydreaming ☁️#gojo satoru #gojo satoru x reader #inspired by the fact that my ex messaged me the other day and my fiancé just laughed at his walls of text #starry divider by @/cafekitsune

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lvrrgirlll · 2 months ago

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Currently thinking about semi-arranged marriage!patrick x wedding planner!reader…

Patrick wasn’t ever really keen on the idea of marriage. He always thought it was something that just wasn’t for him. He still thought that, actually. But his parents didn’t.

He had taken some time off the tour to visit his parents after years of struggling to really get where he wanted to go. Both he and his parents knew why he was really there, though. They had frozen his trust fund.

Long story short, they gave him an ultimatum: either get married and settle down or lose access to the trust fund. And if the couple months he’d gone without the trust fund had taught him anything, it was that he only had one skill in life, and he was barely good enough at that to stay afloat. That’s how he ended up meeting you.

His fiancé, a nice yuppie who his parents had set him up with, had hired you, a wedding planner, to plan the most elaborate wedding money could buy for the two of them. Unfortunately, though, (or fortunately ��depending on how you look at it) she was far too busy between wedding dress fittings, long days at the office, regular gym sessions, and shopping outings with her friends to ever actually show up for your meetings. She would always just tell Patrick what she wanted, and he would show up.

So over the months of planning the wedding, you two grew a lot closer than he felt with his own fiancé. After all, he was only marrying her for his trust fund and she was only marrying him because she was scared she was getting too old and decided it was time, no matter who it was with.

You had told yourself that whatever you felt, it would never come to the surface, but you couldn’t help all those little moments when it almost felt like you could be playing your wedding with him. Like when you two were at the cake tasting and he got a little frosting on the corner of his lip and you wiped it off. Anyone would do that though, right? Or when you two were touring venues and didn’t even realize you had started holding hands. It was a mindless thing, of course…

The worst one was when you were sampling different brands and types of champagne. His fiancé had told him to make sure he really tried them all because she only wanted the best. And somewhere in all of the tasting, you two both got a little tipsy. And maybe while you were tipsy you two kissed, which turned into making out in your car. You were both too sober to call it some drunk mistake, but you both called it one anyways.

“So what’s it like being a wedding planner,” he’d asked once, when you two were at a florist looking at different sample arrangements.

“Fun. Y’know, you help plan the happiest day of some people’s lives,” you responded simply.

He chuckled dryly. “Happiest day of their lives, huh…” he repeated under his breath, a sort of bitter, contemplative tone lingering. “And it’s not… lonely?” He’d noticed the lack of a ring on your finger long ago, when you two had first met to start planning.

You froze for a moment, trying to brush off whatever feelings his comment stirred up. “Well… yes. Sometimes.” You cleared your throat, avoiding eye contact with him as you messed with the flowers in front of you. “I mean, of course I hope to plan my own wedding someday, instead of someone else’s.”

When you two leave the florist, onto the next project, Patrick stops you for a moment. He wordlessly fiddles something out of his pocket, a small flower he must’ve taken from inside. He’s tied the stem in a ring. “Here.” Offering a smile, one of pity and longing and a sort of… sorrow, perhaps, he slips the dainty flower ring onto your left hand ring finger. He proceeds walking then.

“C’mon, our wedding’s not gonna plan itself,” he reminds you. But when he says “our wedding” you have to remind yourself he doesn’t mean yours and his. He means his and hers.

#ok this was supposed to be cute and silly and it still is but the end got sad uhh…#idk y’all I’m in a tragic yearning mood ig?#also I know this concept is lowkey evil bc like yes he has a fiancé but…#cordelia makes moodboards #cordelia writes #patrick zweig #challengers #patrick zweig x reader

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misstycloud · 1 year ago

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Yan.fiancé x royal GN.reader x yan.royal advisor

[Mc’s GN but will still be referred to as King/have traditionally male title]

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Imagine a yandere prince who’s set to marry the king of a neighbouring kingdom, finding out his future spouse may not have an ounce of space for him in their heart. Especially when it appears like the their faithful, royal advisor might’ve beaten him to it.

This was it, Karim told himself. He was finally going to muster up the courage to ask you out. While you two were already engaged and had a set date for the wedding, he wished to catch your interest the old-fashioned way; the proper way, that is.

He straightened out his shirt and combed through his dark locks one last time before knocking on the professionally made oak door. A voice from inside-which was undoubtedly yours- said ‘enter’ in a monotone pitch.

You were sitting at a large desk(probably for all the paperwork and clutter to have a home), writing in documents that he had no idea what they were for. Your were not alone in the room, though. A tall man stood beside you, seemingly waiting for your every beck and call. His long red hair was tied into a low ponytail that draped over his right shoulder. The man was none other than the royal advisor and the childhood playmate of Kingdom X’s proud monarch, Caecilius. Karim felt a drop of sweat roll down his neck as Caecilius stared at him with such an irritation that he felt wrong for even breathing in the same room. He tried ignoring it and gulped. He guessed the silence was suppose to be an indicator for him to speak first.

“Excuse me, Your Majesty, “ he bowed “I don’t mean to disturb you, but-“

“Then don’t.” You said gruffly, glancing up from your paperwork. Noticing him flinch slightly, you realised it might’ve come out too harshly. You closed your eyes and sighed, silently counting to five in your head before saying, “sorry, I didn’t mean to sound so bitter.” Pinching your eyebrows, you waved with your arm, signalling your fiancé to continue.

He fixed himself(straightening out any wrinkles on his clothes and dragging his fingers through his hair, again) the moment he got your full attention. “Ah, yes, well I was simply wondering if Your Majesty would be interested in joining me in the gardens this afternoon?’ He looked up at you with a glint of hope his eyes, still ignoring Caecilius.

“For what purpose, exactly?” You inquired while resuming working and going over the pile of documents on your desk.

“Oh, um, tea- and other things, of course! I had the cooks prepare muffins and cookies.”

“No.” You said without doubt. If you actually had been looking your fiancé in the eye, you would have seen his shoulders slump in a manner that would have his mother scold him. She’d definitively go on about how many recorses went into raising him and she refused to let him disgrace them by being mopey.

“O-oh, that’s alright. I apologise for disturbing you.” Karim muttered, sounding weak and ashamed by the end.

It might not have been intentional, but you kind of felt like he was trying to guilt trip you. “Karim.”

Said man glanced up at the sound of his name.

“It’s not because I do not enjoy your company. The reason is that I have a lot of work that needs to be done. So please, don’t be disheartened.” You encouraged him with an assuring voice. “We will have tea and snacks together another day, alright?”

Blushing, he responded, “Yes, certainly, Your Majesty.” Karim smiled, and it would’ve all ended well there if it wasn’t for the third person in the room.

“There is no reason to lie, Your Majesty.” Caecilius’ smug tone was like nails on a chalk board to your fiancé. The royal advisor put his hand on your shoulder before facing Karim. “Their Majesty actually doesn’t like tea, and sweets are something they can’t have too much of lest they feel ill. Although, this is something you should have knowledge of considering your position?” The red-haired man let the insult hang in the air.

Karim’s smile had instantly wiped off and he stood there in complete silence, trying to control his emotions while thinking of what to say back.

You were no fool and easily sensed the hostility between the two men who were supposed to be your closest companions for the rest of your lives. Not wanting things to blow out of proportion, you sent a warning look towards your advisor.

“Cecil.”

You were far from in love with Karim, but he was still your future spouse, and that meant he wouldn’t be treated however. At the end of the day, cavil was simply an advisor- albeit a royal one.

“My apologies, Your Majesty.” He stepped back and neutralised his expression, understanding he went too far this time.

You sighed and shook your head in both frustration and disappointment. Your fiancé appeared to have pulled himself together, he slowly excused himself from the scene. “Thank you for your time. I will wait for a day when your are less busy.”

You gave him a nod, an acknowledgement to his departure. The tan young man spun around and left, closing the door softly behind him. And as he did, he thought he saw a slight smirk on the advisor’s face.

——-

It was later in the evening that Karim returned to his chamber. He flung himself on the lavish sheets of his bed and laid there spread out, pretending to be a starfish living in the vast ocean. At least a starfish wouldn’t have to deal with unrequited love, he thought. He would only have to worry about..whatever starfish did.

Grabbing a pillow, he screamed into it. What was he gonna do now? He’d already been living in your kingdom for months now, and the already scarce moment he managed to see you were becoming even fewer. Now two whole weeks could pass without him seeing as much as a glimpse of you. The closest he’d ever get to you was the whisperers of your name from the servants.

In the beginning, when he had first head of his upcoming marriage to you, he was honestly disgusted. That was because he had the impression you’d be a greedy, old man, giggling in his seat to take advantage of a young man. It was totally wrong! That impression was no where near who you actually were. You were neither old nor greedy.

During his stay, Karim had made it his mission to find out just exactly who you were before the wedding, and what better way to gather info than from the servants working in the palace. They work in the inner circle, they know everything! If anyone would know of the king’s bad habits, it’s them. Surprisingly, though, every servant he asked said nothing but positive things about you. While they obviously didn’t know you on an individual level, they couldn’t deny that you were a good person. To summarise all their thoughts : you were a fair and hardworking ruler.

A knock sounded at his door. Karim lifted his head to stare at the door. His personal servant bowed as a show of respect and then properly entered the chamber.

“Your Highness has not eaten dinner. Should I ask the chefs to send a meal up to your room?” She asked.

“No, I’m not hungry.” After thinking breifly he asked the maid, “Is there something in particular that Their Majesty likes?”

The maid was not prepared for this bold question. A little perplexed, she thought to ask to make sure she was correct in her assumption, “I’m not sure I understand completely, Your Highness. Are you referring to Their Majesty’s likes and dislikes?”

Karim nodded and repeated the question.

Feeling somewhat put on the spot, the maid ransacked her brain in what to say, thinking on the things Their Majesty says to enjoy. “Well, they are often engrossed in reading- from what I’ve heard. They go for strolls in the garden, as well.” She tried coming up with something more but found nothing. The maid apologised, “Unfortunatly that is all I can think of. Their Majesty works most of the time and does not have a lot to spare for hobbies.”

Karim held back a sigh, not wanting to make her feel bad for not carrying the answers he wished for. “It’s alright, thank you.”

“May I ask why His Highness ask? Perhaps if I knew the reason I might be of more help.”

Now he felt a bit embarrassed. “Oh..” he scratched his cheek, “Today, I went to request Their Majesty join me in the garden but they declined. The royal advisor even said they don’t like consuming too many sweets, so that may be why. Maybe they simply don’t like me?” Karim wanted to cry at the possibility. Sure, he and Their Majesty might not be getting married because they’re romantic sweethearts, but Karim had a hard time believing he was anywhere near repulsive. He shot uo from his position. “Quick, tell me their preferences in partners!”

“Ehm..”

“You must know something, tell me.” He urged.

The maid gulped and bit her lip. Should she tell him? She did know something; though it was only a rumour, it must hold some truth. She was a mere maid, nothing like the elegant, blue blooded people she in her surroundings. Telling him would surely be a violation.

“Wait!” Karim exclaimed and surprised the maid with his sudden outburst. “Or is it that Their Majesty has never expressed an interest in anyone previously?” It was certanly rare for royals not to have had any lovers, but not impossible. He had to admit, the though made him quite giddy. Imagine if he was Their Majsety’s first.

“Unfortunately, that is not the case, Your Highness.” She said timidly, and upon noticing his dejected expression, added, “Although, they are only rumours so they might not be true at all.”

“What rumours?”

She wondered again whether she was crossing a line but decided to tell Karim anyway. “There have been rumours circling around for a very long time about the king having a lover here at the palace- someone close to them.”

“And how long have these rumours been spreading?” Karim questioned to why he hadn’t heard anything about it and why no one ever bothered to inform him about them. He didn’t know how long was a ‘very long time’ but was keen to find out.

She took a second to answer, “For three years.” She answered finally.

Three years?! He’d be a bit more understanding if it’d just been a few months, three years however, that was way too long. Wincing, Karim contntinued firing questions. “Well, who is it? There has to be an idea of who the kings lover is, right? Tell me.”

Suddenly the maid seemed even more uncomfortable than ever. “You…you have probably already met. He’s always lingering behind Their Majesty- I don’t really think he has a life beyond these walls. And-“

The young man tuned out the maids speech. He was thinking deeply.

“Someone close to them”

‘‘He’s always lingering behind Their Majesty.”

“You have probably already met”

It was obvious who it was. Who else could it be? The clues in her speech pointed to one person. Karim’s mind filled with long, red hair, and those calculative grey eyes.

Caecilius.

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logansargeantsbabymom · 1 year ago

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Too Good To Say Goodbye pt2

Logan Sargeant x Fem!Reader, Grid x Fem!Reader

warnings: cursing, pregnancy, shit-talking, grid baby

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It had been 5 months since my last encounter with Logan. Well, the last time I actually talked to him, if you would consider the argument we had as “talking”.

After I stormed out the house with my suitcase I made my way to my Best Friend Lily’s house and told her everything. Since Lily lives with Alex, he obviously heard everything that happened and absolutely reamed Logan a new asshole.

Lily and Alex were nice enough to let me stay at their place until I was able to get on my own feet again. Lily was adamant on making me stay until after the baby was at least 6 months old, so that I could comfortably move everything out without dealing with either a pregnancy bump or a newborn that would need constant attention.

Today was the Miami Grand Prix and I attended to cheer on my Grid family and the second Logan’s eyes fell on me, he sprinted over, his hand immediately touching my stomach

“oh my baby, how are you my love? how’s she doing for you?” Logan said coming in to try and place a soft kiss to my lips, only for me to step back “cmon babe. i’ve done everything to win you back, let me just be with you. i need to be in my daughters life” Logan said with pleading eyes.

“and you will be, just not with me in yours,” i say, removing his hands from my bump “and don’t touch my stomach without my permission, especially when it’s hot outside.”

Logan looked shocked at my comment but tried to shrug it off putting his hands right back on my stomach “my pretty girl, tell your mommy to forgive daddy, daddy didn’t mean what he said”

“Hey! She fucking said to stop touching her.” a voice yells, Logan turn to see who interrupted his time with both his love and his baby

“Listen Lando, this doesn’t concern you.” Logan scoffed attempting to put his hands right back on my stomach but Lando quickly stepped in front of me.

“It actually does concern me, seeing as you’re touching my girlfriend AFTER she told you to stop.” Lando’s voice stern, absolutely shocking Logan

“your girlfriend?” Logan looked sad, heartbroken and utterly confused

“yes, MY girlfriend,” Lando started “The woman you let slip away, the woman who might be carrying your baby but will probably see me as her dad, the woman you mistreated, the woman of my dreams and my beautiful, strong, confident girlfriend”

My hormones were absolutely not on my side because the more Lando went on, the more I started crying.

I’ve never felt this type of love with Logan, I mean yeah in the beginning of the relationship it was pure bliss, but after the first 2 months it was just like we were roommates that fucked and occasionally told the other we loved them whenever we were in private.

In public however, we seemed like the happiest ever, like there was nothing wrong in our world. That we were obsessed with each other, like the world would stop revolving if we were conjoined at the hip.

I can admit, for 2 weeks after my breakup with Logan and blurting out that I was once again with child, I couldn’t stop thinking about how cruel it would be to my daughter to not be with her father and for a second I almost went running back to Logan and begged him to forgive me for my outburst and to take me back. When I went to confide in Lando and ask him if I should go back, he told me that was the dumbest thing I could’ve done because if it is beneficial for my daughter it would be the worst years of my life knowing her dad thinks so lowly of me.

Lando was really my rock during my whole breakup and pregnancy, he encouraged me to move out of Lily and Alex’s house and into his in case something happened in the middle of the night, if I needed something and just because he overall thought I shouldn’t have to live alone while I was pregnant.

Lily thought it was weird that I moved into Lando’s place just 2 weeks after moving in with her but she made me promise to go over to hers at least once a day so she could talk to her niece.

I was quickly pulled out of my daze when I felt a small tug on my arm. It was Lando urging me into the McLaren garage after Logan started throwing a hissy fit.

“What the fuck is his problem?” Lando said with a light chuckle to ease the mood, placing his hand on the small of my back before quickly yanking it away. “Sorry, I know you just yelled at Logan for touching you without permission, and I just did the same thing. Can I touch you?” Lando asks, genuinely upset that he did the same thing I reprimanded Logan for, the only difference? I craved Lando’s touch, whereas Logan’s sent a nasty shiver down my spine.

Both my hands taking both of Lando’s. One hand I guide to the small of my back and the other I guide to my bump and I watch as Lando’s eyes widen.

This is the first time I’ve let someone other than Lily touch my belly and Lando was determined to take in this moment. The look of excitement evident on his face as he feels her kick.

“OH MY GOSH, DID YOU FEEL THAT? I mean- obviously you felt that, she’s inside of you but SHE KICKED Y/N/N, SHE KICKED!” Lando screamed in excitement, almost like a kid in a candy shop.

The look of adoration and love on Lando’s face made my heart almost burst. I drowned out all the excited squeals from Lando as I pulled him in for a kiss, smiling into it.

“You’re so cute when you’re excited,” I start saying before seeing the engineers ushering Lando to his car "Okay lover boy, give me a kiss and go to your car" I said pulling him right back into a quick kiss.

"Can I give baby a kiss too?" Lando asks with pleading eyes

"LANDO, GET A MOVE ON MATE! RACE STARTS IN 5" Oscar yells from the inside of his car before putting his helmet on

I chuckled before giving Lando a nod watching him as he quickly leans down and presses a firm kiss on the top of my belly before dedicating the race to my unborn daughter.

Dedicating a race to someone is a big task, if you end with a bad position or DNF it makes everything awkward but I have faith that Lando will end up on the podium.

We’re now down to the last 10 laps and the gap from Lando in first and Max in second just keeps getting bigger and bigger. The anxiety I’m feeling right now is worse than when I was waiting for my pregnancy test results.

The amount of laps only decreased and with every lap down, the gap grew. Once we were down to the last lap and the gap from Lando to Max was at a whopping 7.7 seconds everyone knew that Lando had secured his first win, he just needed to not fuck up and crash.

Once the checkered flag came into view, tears welled up in my eyes. Not only had Lando secured his first Formula 1 win but he had prior dedicated this race to my babygirl.

As the team ran to the pit lane, Zak came to view and offered me his arm which I gladly took as we made our way to where Lando would soon be.

"Lando's lucky to have you by his side, I know he dedicated his race to the little one," Zak starts. I can tell Zak wants to add more but he doesn't want to overstep a boundary, but with a nod of approval from me, he continues. "How do you feel about this whole Lando-Logan situation?"

"What do you mean?" I cock an eyebrow at him

"I mean with Logan being your daughters biological father but Lando being more of a full-time dad than Logan'll be?" a confused look falls over my features as I think over Zak's question. "I mean no disrespect Y/N, just curious."

"No, no I mean. We wouldn't be in this situation if Logan hadn't acted the way he did, so if he doesn't see his daughter as often as he wants that's his problem." I said nonchalantly shrugging. "But no more Logan talk. Lando actually finished the race and finished first, I think we should all celebrate." I say as I unlock my arm from Zak's as I watch Lando get put down from the crowd of McLaren engineers as he makes his way to me, wrapping an arm around me pulling me into a big sweaty hug.

"Oh my gosh Lando, I love you but you smell incredibly sweaty and it's gonna make me throw up." I say half joking as I gag, not even noticing the slip up. Not at least until I see Lando smile impossibly harder, " what?"

"You said you love me" I didn't even have a chance to process that I did in fact say that I loved him because Lando pulled me into a hot and steamy kiss, one that for sure would also make the news in a few minutes.

"I mean I didn't think that I'd be able to love, especially not after Logan. You changed that for me, but my god, please get on the podium and shower. I'm going to throw up." I say with love, adoration, proudness and sickness in my voice all at once.

"I love you so much more. You and baby" Lando says before pressing another quick kiss to my lips before being dragged to the cool down room

After the podium celebration and a shower Lando makes his way to me, pressing a tender kiss to my lips before asking me "All of the grid some team principals are going to this one bar, it's karaoke night. I really want to go but if you're not feeling up to it, we can just stay in at the hotel."

"Baby, you just scored your first win. Of course we can go." I say as I put my hand on his cheek before moving it to his hair, running my finger though it.

When we got to the bar we automatically spot the rest of the grid. I mean how could we not, they took up half the bar space?

"Baby, you can go grab a seat, I'm gonna grab us drinks, and before you say anything. Yes, I'm getting you a f/d." Lando said pressing a kiss to my temple.

"You know me so well. I'm gonna go say hi to everyone." I said as I squeezed Lando's hand before making my way to the group of drivers, WAGS, and team principals.

The second I was spotted by the WAGS they all made a beeline towards me peppering me with questions and asking if they could touch my tummy, all of which I gave permission to. I look at the rest of the table, waving at all of them and they all wave back knowing it might be a minute before they get a proper 'hello' because of all the attention my daughter is getting. I had made brief eye contact with Logan offering a tight-lipped smile before feeling a tap on my shoulder.

"Here you go, pretty girl" Lando says as he offers me my f/d which I gladly accept before looking back at Logan, only to find that his spot is empty. I don't give it much thought before I indulge myself in a conversation with the rest of the WAGS as Lando goes and has individual conversations about his win.

"Ladies and gentleman can I have your attention?" some lady says into the mic "the karaoke machine is now on and we already have our first request!" the bar erupts in claps and whoops as we all wonder who the first singer would be

"Singing 'Too Good to Say Goodbye' by Bruno Mars, put your hands together for Logan Sargeant"

My face fell as the song starts

"I've made mistakes, I could have treated you better. I let you get away. There goes my happily ever after." Logan starts, staring into my soul

"Tell me why, why can't we try and start again? This can't be how our story ends. You're more than my girl, you're my best friend. Tell me you remember when, ooh, I was your man and you were my girl It was you and me against the world" tears start welling in my eyes as he continues singing.

A firm hand on my shoulder pulls me out of my thoughts and I turn to see that its Zak

"Don't you love Bruno Mars, why aren't you singing?" I stare at him, the tears on my waterline threatening to fall. I don't answer him though, I just turn my body back to the man on the stage.

"Yeah, I'm still in love with you darlin'. I know you feel the same Oh, what's the point of both of us being broken hearted? I pray it's never too late" Me? Still in love with you? In your dreams Sargeant

"Girl won't you listen? It's you that I'm missin' . Take my hand, I wanna go, I wanna go. If we're gonna fight this fight for better days. I know we're gonna make it. This is the chance, let's take it." From another person's perspective, this would seem like a nice grand gesture to win back the woman of his dreams. I mean who wouldn't want their man to sing a song about wanting a second chance after he royally screwed up?

"Baby, ain't nobody gonna love me like the way you do. And you ain't never gonna find a love like mine. Tell me what can I do to make it up to you? 'Cause what we got's too good to say goodbye goodbye Baby, ain't nobody gonna love me like the way you do. And you ain't never gonna find a love like mine. Tell me what can I do to make it up to you? 'Cause what we got's too good to say goodbye, goodbye" The songs ends and half the bar erupts on claps and whistles as Logan stares in my eyes before talking into the mic.

"Y/N, baby, I know I screwed up. I'm trying to make this work. For you and our babygirl, just please give me a chance. I don't ask for much, really. Just a chance to undo my wrongs, a chance to make you the happiest woman on earth, a chance to rebuild our family. I want a chance to be in my daughter's life" Logan said sniffling as he wiped his nose before continuing "I really hope you liked this and it's enough to change your mind." Logan finished as he hopped off the stage making his way to me

Lando's protective side started to show a bit because the second he picked up that Logan was making his way to me he instinctively stepped in front of me, only backing up when I rested my hand on his bicep.

"Why? Why would you assume that I'll get back with you after that Logan?" I ask, my eyes raking his face for any type of clues. I don't know what I was expecting to come out of his mouth, but the reply he gave me wasn't it. It also not only made my blood boil, but everyone who knew about the situation's blood boil.

"Zak said you would"

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jinwoosungs · 7 months ago

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10/08/24; 08:00pm

shouma toriashi x fem.reader

warnings: potentially ooc, since this is the first time i’ve written for a new character ♡

the needle-like rain felt pelting against your umbrella was what ultimately pushes you forward, making your once casual stride break into an almost frantic run.

after classes, you already made plans for yourself, wanting nothing more than to head towards your favorite diner to grab some takoyaki and a large bowl of tonkotsu ramen. you had spent weeks studying for a brutal exam, and the moment you had completed it, you had decided to reward yourself with lunch at your favorite restaurant.

of course, you knew about the forecast calling for rain, the weatherman stating that there would be a downpour that would last until late into the evening hours.

but did you let it stop you?

hell no.

priding yourself in being diligent and well prepared, of course you packed your umbrella with you. with the taste of the fluffy and warm takoyaki coupled along with the comforting and smooth texture of the ramen so close within your grasps, you found yourself running even faster towards the destination.

your boots were felt pounding against the slick streets, with you running across the sidewalks with an eagerness that may have been a bit too much for you. as you turned a corner, you felt the soles of your boots suddenly slide forward due to the slickness of the street, making your eyes go wide when you began to lose your balance. you brace yourself for the incoming impact, clenching your eyes shut as your body began its steady downward descent-

only to have a harsh pressure felt pulling at your wrist, preventing you from face planting into one of the shallow puddles. you wince in slight pain, feeling a large hand encircle around your wrist as it pulls you back up into an upright position. the force of such a pull makes you lose your grip on your umbrella, and you watch as it rolls away from you with an almost forlorn expression.

the sound of someone clicking their tongue makes you finally face your savior, and you found yourself losing all train of thought when you saw him for the first time.

a bored expression was seen within his deep, brown eyes, and you notice how he wore a hoodie that covers his ebony locks of hair. thin lips were wrapped around a lit cigarette, and you watch with a sense of curiosity as he takes a drag of it.

with you no longer at risk of falling flat on your face, the young man lets go of your wrist, not saying a word as he continues to smoke his cigarette. still blatantly staring at him, you knew that you had to have looked like a gaping fish and struggled to find the right words to say.

as you massaged away the ache felt against your wrist (where he had grabbed you to keep you from falling), you decided to test the waters and introduce yourself and tell him your name. after your brief introduction, you added, “ah… thank you, for helping me back there.”

the boy remains utterly silent, giving you a curt nod in response to your words. by now, you felt a strange sense of awkwardness filling at your chest. a part of you wanted to move away from him, to simply take his silence as a hint that he was not interested in having any interactions with you-

yet the more irrational part of you (mainly your heart) wanted to continue basking in his presence and the strange… soft and tranquil beauty he seemed to exude. with your heart and mind seeming to assess the pros and cons of staying and leaving, you take a moment to take him in.

he was tall, and was incredibly lanky, which made you wonder if he was eating properly-

and that was when you had an epiphany.

“hey… would you like to join me for lunch?”

finally, the boy gives you something other than an apathetic expression. one of his eyebrows was slighted lifted in question, with him taking one last drag of his cigarette before tossing it aside. he allows the pelting rain to put out the embers, facing you when he speaks for the first time. “you want me to have lunch with you?”

you could feel the heat travel up to your cheeks upon finally hearing his voice. dear gods, it was achingly deep, and you swore you could feel the quality of his voice vibrating through you. trying to keep your expression neutral (and failing), you try to hide just how flustered he made you feel by nodding.

“y-yes, it’s the least i can do for you, since you pretty much saved me from making an ass out of myself earlier.”

he didn’t smile at you (at least, you didn’t think he smiled at you), but there was a slight movement seen within his thin lips, and you could have sworn that it was turned upward a few millimeters. his expression remains neutral as a gentle huff was heard coming from him.

“you see… i was going to head to this casual place that serves the best takoyaki and ramen… so, are you cool with joining me?”

he doesn’t say anything to you, and you watch when he steps closer to you, remaining close to your left. his body language was telling you that he would follow you, and you give him a beaming smile as you nod at him.

knowing that this perfect stranger had taken being closed off and introverted to the extreme, you remain silent, simply basking in the way he kept his casual pace with you. you were grateful that the rain had somehow managed to simmer down to a light drizzle, making your walk to the restaurant a bit more bearable.

a few minutes later, you see your favorite diner and step into the establishment. the waitress greets you, and you tell her that you’d like a table for two. she gives you a nod, leading you to a table near the back of the restaurant. as you get situated, the waitress asks if you’d like to see the menu, which you deny. you look over to your savior and ask, “would you like a menu?”

you watch when he lets down the hood of his hoodie, revealing his full features to you as your felt your breathing hitch a bit in response. with his features no longer hindered by his hoodie, you could see the extent of his chiseled face, taking in the way his dark eyes met with yours. he holds your gaze, and you prayed that your cheeks wouldn’t automatically heat up at the mere sight of him, watching as he gives you a slight shake of his head. “no, you can order for me, too.”

with a smile, now filled with excitement when you look at the waitress and order some takoyaki, a large bowl of tonkotsu ramen, and a coke for the two of you. she smiles and nods, writing down your orders before heading off into the kitchen and alerting the cooks.

as you sit across from him, you play with the ends of the napkin, sneaking glances at him. the lingering scent of his cigarette coupled along with the faint, minty scent of his cologne that seem to waft off of him made you incredibly hyperaware of him. desperate to know his name, you tried to think of something to say in hopes that he would tell it to you.

“u-uhm…” hearing your stutter, the young man looks back up at you, maintaining his blank expression. “s-sorry, i just… i didn’t get your name and-“

“toriashi shouma.” he answers you, his voice still remaining flat and bored as he pushes up the sleeves of his hoodie, revealing intricate designs of koi fish tattoos. you were mesmerized by the sheer amount of color seen on his arms, admiring the beauty of it.

“are those tattoos the only ones you have?”

shouma shakes his head. “no, there’s more. i’ve got a bigger tattoo on my back.”

you hum, clearly interested in what he had to say. “when you got those tattoos, did they hurt?”

he gives you a shrug. “not really, i’ve been through worse.”

the way he said those words so nonchalantly makes you a bit of a double take. he’s been through worse? like what?

however, you purse your lips, not wishing to pry into shouma’s life when he barely even knew you. there seemed to be an awkward silence settled between the two of you, and you were grateful when the waitress returns with your food.

she sets down your order first before doing the same with shouma, giving you both a slight bow before leaving you both alone. your mouth was already watering at the delicious scents wafting off of the takoyaki and tonkotsu ramen. grabbing a pair of chopsticks, you clasp your hands together and murmur, “thank you for this meal.” before digging in to your food.

you go for the takoyaki first, basking in its fluffy texture along with the savoriness of the sauce. you eat two whole takoyakis before working on your ramen, grabbing a manageable portion before slurping up the delicious morsel. you didn’t say a word to shouma, allowing the young man to watch you eat with fervor with a bit of fascination and curiosity in his gaze.

after waiting a few minutes, shouma begins to eat his own meal, following your lead when he takes a few bites of his takoyaki before working on his bowl of ramen. you each enjoyed your meal in silence, the prior awkwardness now melting away thanks to the delicious taste of the food.

half an hour later, you finished your meal and began to drain the rest of your coke, feeling happy that shouma had finished his meal, too, leaving his plate and bowl completely empty. when the waitress returns, you give her your card, telling her that you’d take care of both bills.

shouma frowns at you, and he seemed ready to protest at you paying for his meal when you held up a hand to him, “it’s okay, i don’t mind. like i said, consider this as being a way to show my gratitude for you.”

his lips seemed to twitch once more, “for saving you from making an ass out of yourself?”

“yes, absolutely!” you began to laugh, feeling happy that shouma seemed to loosen up a bit. after a few minutes spent waiting for the waitress to return, she comes back with your card in hand, allowing you to sign the receipt before leaving the restaurant.

shouma remains close to your side, walking out of the restaurant with you before stopping when you stopped. you meet his gaze and give him another kind smile, “thanks for having lunch with me.”

he simply shrugs, “why are you thanking me? i should be the one thanking you, since you’re the one who invited me and paid for everything.”

you could feel your smile widen at shouma’s pragmatic response. “i know that, but still, i enjoyed your company.”

the sincerity of your words succeeds in making shouma’s eyes go wide, rendering him unable to say anything else in response. even when you weren’t sure if you would ever see him again, you knew that you would cherish this memory.

“well, i have to head back to my place and finish a paper. i’ll see you around, shouma!” giving him one last wave, you begin your trek back home. with shouma now left alone, he remains rooted on the spot, not daring to move until your figure was no longer in his line of sight.

turning away, shouma reaches into the pocket of his jeans, extracting another cigarette as he places it into his lips without lighting it, trying to comprehend what this strange warmth was as he could feel it radiating from his chest and towards his extremities-

feeling like sunlight against his skin each time he thought about you.

end notes: me when i saw shouma for the first time “oh no, im in trouble… im falling for his gorgeous and badass demeanor.” 🫠🫠🫠

there are no inserts for him on tumblr, and i will gladly accept the fact that i am the first writer to write for him and start the tags for him. lmao which means i get to call dibs on him, jk,,, unless???

all stories are written by rei; please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works!!

#shouma toriashi x reader #toriashi shouma x reader #shouma toriashi x you #toriashi shouma x you #shouma toriashi x y/n #toriashi shouma x y/n #yakuza fiancé x reader #shōma toriashi x reader #toriashi shōma x reader #writings 📖

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harrywavycurly · 8 months ago

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I would love to see our lonely couple moving in together in the house they picked out together 🥺

Hiiii lovey!! Thinking of them moving in together makes me all soft, as if they aren’t fully getting married 😂 but sure I’ll give you a little something that shows them on moving day!💖

-find all things Lonely here✨

A/N: You have a question for Harry while he is just wondering if you read anything other than romance novels, enjoy✨

Harry has officially lost count of how many boxes have been brought into the house that have “books: romance” written on them in your pretty handwriting, he brings a hand up to rub at the back of his neck as he wonders if that’s the only type of book you own because at the moment he can’t recall if he’s ever seen you with any other type of book in your hand. He gives one of the movers a smile as they carry in a box that has your handwriting on it but before he can read what it says to help direct the man on where to place it he sees you standing at the top of the stairs, taking all his attention as you place a hand on the railing while your other one comes up to rest on your forehead as you look around at the piles of boxes scattered throughout the living room where Harry is currently standing. He knows moving isn’t an easy process under normal circumstances and the two of you are far from moving in together under normal circumstances seeing as the two of you were just friends not even three months ago, not to mention the added stress of your wedding that’s still in the planning stages, he knows it’s a lot to deal with.

“Sir? Where does this go?” Harry is forced to look away from you and towards the man holding the box with your writing on it. He takes a look at what you’ve written on it and he wants to laugh when he sees it’s yet another box full of books.

“That can join the others right over there in the corner.” He points to the stack of boxes tucked away in the farthest corner of the living room where you’d already decided your library was going to be since there was already built in bookshelves on that wall. “Thank you.” He adds as the man heads over to place the box with the others.

“Harry?” Your voice is soft but there’s also a small hint of worry laced within it as you lean over the railing, Harry just smiles as he looks up at you to see you motioning for him to come upstairs. “Can I steal you for a moment please?” Before you can even finish your sentence Harry is making his way to the stairs, you can’t help but let out a sigh of relief when you feel his arms wrap around your shoulders pulling you into his chest just a few moments later.

“What’s wrong my darling?” You feel his chin rest on the top of your head as your cheek rests against the soft fabric of his worn out Rolling Stones shirt. Harry runs his hands up and down your back as your arms snake their way around his middle. “And please don’t try and tell me nothing because I’ll have you know I’m a bit of an expert when it comes to you so I know something is bothering you.” You want to roll your eyes at him and call him ridiculous but you can’t, because he’s right there is something bothering you but you feel silly bringing it up to him.

“I just need to ask you something.” You mumble into his chest and you can tell by the way he gives you a little squeeze that he heard you.

“What is it love?” He asks as he pulls away from you just enough so he can look down at you, he feels the corners of his mouth drop to a slight frown when you refuse to look up at him opting to keep your cheek flush against his chest instead. “You can ask me anything you know that right? I’ve asked you to marry me twice now so there’s no need to feel silly or weird about whatever it is you want to ask.” You hate how well he knows you but at the same time you find comfort in his words because over the years the two of you have found yourselves in strange situations resulting in asking each other odd questions so the one you want to ask him now actually seems normal.

“Well there’s four bedrooms in this house-”

“Our house.” You lift your head off his chest so you can look up at him after he interrupts you. “You meant to say there’s four bedrooms in our house.” He has a soft smile on his face as he looks down at you and sees it click in your mind why he felt the need to correct you in as gentle of a way possible, with his hands still running soothingly up and down your back as your arms stay wrapped around his middle. You just give him a small nod because he’s right, it’s not just some random house anymore it’s the house you and Harry picked to move into together.

It took two weeks and looking at ten houses all in different parts of Malibu and the surrounding areas before Harry knew the two of you had found the perfect house. He knew it the moment he saw your eyes light up when you walked in the front door and saw the spacious living room, the way you practically dragged him up the stairs to look at the bedrooms and how you just laughed along with him when he teased you about how big they were compared to the ones in your old place but the moment that really made him realize this was the house for the two of you was when you were stood in the kitchen with a hand on your hip and a dreamy look in your eyes as you looked at him and listed off all the things you could cook and bake in it as well as mentioning hosting holiday parties. It didn’t take long after the first initial walk through for the two of you to decide to put an offer in and luckily it was accepted and a few weeks later here you are with all the papers signed and the keys to the front door hanging on your keychain that’s attached to your purse that’s currently sitting on the kitchen counter downstairs.

“Our house has four bedrooms.” You repeat with the correct word making Harry smile as you turn your head and look towards the end of the hall where a set of double doors lead to the master bedroom. “I was just wondering where you wanted me to put my stuff?” You can’t look at him as you ask the question because you know the look he’s going to give you but before you can even think of retreating back to hiding your face in his chest you feel his index finger and thumb under your chin gently turning your head so you’re looking at him.

“Your stuff? Do you mean things like your ridiculous amount of sweatshirts and that collection of t shirts that you swear you didn’t steal from me? Because if those are the types of things you’re wondering where to put I can happily help you pick a closet.” Harry knows that’s not what you meant by stuff, he knows exactly what you’re really asking him but he can’t pass up a moment to make you roll your eyes at him because he just loves the look you get when you’re slightly annoyed with him. “I do think there’s a few to pick from but I think the one in the master bedroom would probably be the best place to start wouldn’t you agree?” He adds as he looks down at you with a quirked brow as his hand moves from under your chin to gently cupping the side of your face.

“Are we sharing a bed?” You feel your cheeks get warm as you blurt the question out and Harry just smiles at you because this is what he knew you wanted to ask the moment he saw your eyes travel down the hall to the bedroom door.

“Do you want to share a bed? I don’t want to make you feel weird or uncomfortable.”

“I mean we’ve shared a bed before?”

“Yeah we’ve shared hotel beds and we’ve spent the night in your bed and there’s been a few times in my bed.”

“And it wasn’t weird right?”

“No!” Harry clears his throat when he realizes how quickly and loudly he answers your question making you laugh as you lean into his palm that’s still cupping the side of your face. “No it wasn’t weird love. I think this is just going to be different that’s all but a good different.” His voice is quieter and more soothing this time as he answers your question for the second time.

“A good different?” You raise an eyebrow at his answer and he just nods as he leans down and places a kiss to your forehead as he drops his hand from the side of your face.

“Yes because we will be sharing a bed as more than friends so it will be different but in the best way possible.” He begins to explain as his hand lands on your hip giving it a playful squeeze. “I’ll actually be looking forward to you touching me with your icicle feet because you hate the feeling of socks in bed and I won’t have to worry about keeping my hands to myself when I want to just reach for you in the middle of the night to pull you closer to me.” You smile at the thought of him wanting to reach for you in his sleep and you feel yourself relaxing as he places a kiss to the top of your head. “Most importantly the first person I’ll get to see when I wake up is the one person I just so happen to be madly in love with and also the person I somehow convinced to marry me so yes sweetheart I’d very much like to share a bed with you if you’re okay with it.” You just look up at him with a grin on your face and nod as you reach up on your tiptoes to place a quick kiss to his lips.

“You’re madly in love with me huh?” Harry just shrugs as you pull away from him making you laugh.

“Was it too much? Do you prefer hopelessly in love with? Or maybe over the moon in love-”

“Excuse me? Sorry but where do you want the boxes that say H S Clothes?” You quickly unwrap yourself from Harry at the sound of one of the mover’s voices coming from downstairs. Harry turns around and looks at the bottom of the stairs and sees a dolly stacked with boxes right next to the mover and Harry just smiles and points behind him.

“All clothing boxes can go in our bedroom.” You don’t miss the little glance Harry shoots your way when he says our bedroom, making you feel your face get warm as you look down at your feet. “Last door at the end of the hallway.” He adds making the nice man at the bottom of the stairs just nod as he walks away to let the other movers know all boxes marked clothes can be taken up stairs.

“I’m not sure all your clothes are going to fit in our closet.” You tease as Harry grabs your hand and heads towards the master bedroom. He just playfully rolls his eyes and ignores your comment as he opens the door and lets go of your hand so you can enter the bedroom first. Harry takes a moment and leans against the doorframe as he watches you stand in the middle of the empty room, he feels a grin spread across his face as he watches you place your hands on your hips as your eyes go a little wide while you slowly spin around allowing yourself to get a full 360 view of the room.

“I’m standing in our bedroom.” The tone of your voice is a mixture of shock but also excitement as you stare at Harry. “Like this is our bedroom that’s at the end of the hall on the second floor of our house.” You feel like you want to pinch yourself as Harry pushes himself off the doorframe so he can walk over to you and place his hands on your waist.

“I quite like the sound of that.” You smile as he rests his forehead against yours while your arms loosely wrap around his neck. “Our closet.” He mumbles as he places a kiss to your cheek. “Our bedroom.” You fight back a giggle as he kisses the tip of your nose. “Our house.” You feel his breath on your neck right before his lips place a kiss just below your ear before he pulls away just enough so he can look at you before he leans in for a sweet kiss that leaves you smiling when he pulls away.

“I love you.” Harry smiles as you play with the hair at the back of his neck before pulling him down for another quick kiss.

“I love you too sweetheart.” You giggle as his hands gently give your waist a little squeeze. You have to stop yourself from frowning when you feel him let go of your waist making you drop your arms from around his neck so he can open both doors allowing the movers more room to bring in boxes and furniture, a new bed included because both of you agreed this new chapter the two of you are beginning deserved a new bedroom set but you secretly just didn’t want to sleep on a mattress Harry had slept with other people on but he didn’t need to know that even though he probably already did. “Oh by the way have you always had a thing for romance novels love?” He asks as he turns to see you looking out the window that looks out towards the pool in the backyard.

“Yes because there’s just so many different types and I enjoy an easy read in between my more heavy stuff.” You answer as you watch some movers place your patio furniture outside near the pool making you smile as you see the orange and pink striped cushion, the same cushion you were sitting on when Harry told you he wanted to be your husband.

“Baby there’s like ten boxes down there with romance novels in them how have you accumulated so many?”

“Oh well most of them I haven’t read yet and then I always like to keep my favorites around for when I need a pick me up so it just adds up.”

“You only read one at a time though so why do you get so many to read when your shelf is already full?”

“Harry you have twenty pairs of sunglasses but only wear two of them but I don’t say anything when you buy more for your collection do I?”

“That’s fashion love you can’t compare fashion and books they aren’t the same thing.”

“They both take up a lot of our space.”

“That’s-well okay yes I guess that’s true they do both take up space.”

“Mhm they do therefore making me?”

“A smut slut? Or do you just like the general title of book nerd?” Harry has to bite back the laugh that wants to escape him as the words leave his mouth because he knows what you want him to admit but he’s never been one to give in so easily.

“Just say it Harry.” You turn around and cross your arms over your chest as you look at your fiancé who is also standing with his arms over his chest and a smirk on his face as he stares at you. “I promise you won’t die if you say the words.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes I’m sure. Why would I tell you to do something that’ll kill you before we are officially married?”

“Oh so once we’re married and everything is signed then it’s fine if I die?”

“Harry just say the damn words.” Harry laughs as he takes a few steps towards you while you remain by the window with a playful glare in your eyes as you look at him.

“Okay here we go.” He takes a deep breath and dramatically lets it out through his nose as he reaches out for your hands. “You’re right.” You laugh as he looks around after the words leave his lips as if he is checking to make sure nothing is going to happen to him.

“Can you say that again but slower and maybe-”

“Not happening.”

“But you’re madly in love with me remember? Doesn’t that get me something?”

“It gets you a house with a bookshelf that will fit all your little romance novels.” You just smile as he leans down to give your lips a quick peck pulling away just in time as a mover walks into the bedroom with two boxes in his arms.

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suiana · 2 years ago

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short drabble for a yandere fiancé because I said so!1!

✎ yandere! fiancé who fell for you at first sight, not knowing or understanding how such a beautiful person could exist.

✎ yandere! fiancé who is an expert manipulator, using your weaknesses and fears against you. he'll get you to stay with him no matter what.

✎ yandere! fiancé who wants you all to himself. work? he'll do all of it! money? don't even worry about it :) just be a good darling and stay with him, away from others.

✎ yandere! fiancé who can't believe himself when he finally gets you to marry him. what a dream come true! you're all his now :) forever and ever.

after forcing you to marry him, it was as clear as day that your fiancé was not going to leave you. a charming young man he was, full of potential and intelligence. it was truly such a shame that he wasted all his time pining after you, his senior at the high school you both attended.

you were older than him by two years, just trying to get by high school when you met him. he was an annoying little thing, really. how he would cling to you, follow you around and ask you the most random of questions....

you didn't really tolerate them. actually, you were quite pissed at him. calling him names and pushing him away in hopes that it would chase him off. it didn't work. in fact, it made him even more persistent. you didn't get it, not at all. it's not like you were outstanding or anything. in all honesty you were quite average. laying low, just trying to pass high school like most people were.

so when such an outstanding guy took interest in you, you were naturally quite wary. he was handsome, charming, smart. all of which you were not.

it was quite terrifying how obsessed he was with you. even going to the extent of scaring away others who may be interested in you. he was already acting like a possessive boyfriend even before you were dating!

you tried ways and means to get him off your back but all that doesn't matter anymore, does it? you were forced into a relationship with him after he expertly manipulated you. you two were even going to get married! there was no escape for you now.

all you could do was hope that his obsession doesn't worsen.

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celestial-mangoshakes · 3 months ago

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Why is this image so… luigicore 😭😭

#ughh my HEART #luigi mangione x reader #luigi mangione x you #the more I look at this I am NOT OKAY #lm #luigi x fiancée! reader #LET ME BE DELULU OKAY

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sergeantbarnessdoll · 2 months ago

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Ooo hiii Can I please request TFAWS!Bucky x fem!reader where they met when she became his next door neighbor and they grew into been in a serious relationship for the past year and are now engaged. She recently moved into his apartment. She’s one of the few numbers he has on his phone besides Sam and Yori (he’d be excited to share *brag* this in therapy, that he did indeed add another number to his phone). She knows that he was the Winter Soldier and is 106 years old, she knows what he was brainwashed to do as a prisoner of Hydra, and she doesn’t love him any less💜 She understands that he didn’t have a choice. When he gets home from his therapy appointment he comes across his apartment completely ransacked and Y/n missing (there are signs that she’s hurt). She was taken by the Flag Smashers because they were looking for Bucky (because they want to stop him and Sam from looking into their activities), but instead found his fiancée. Poor Bucky would be completely beside himself, and so angry and so scared. Bucky and Sam would work as hard as they could to track her down, and when they find her (and fight off the Flag Smashers), they find her really injured and the Flag Smashers had injected her with the super serum. Bucky would take care of his injured and traumatized fiancée and helps her cope with all the changes the super serum brought and any powers she develops. Sam would also help too, like she would go with Bucky to visit Sam’s family in Louisiana and they’d throw the shield around together (teaching Y/n some of what they both know)🥺

You’re Ok. You’re Safe. » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Pairings: Fiancée/TFATWS!Bucky Barnes x Fiancée!Female Reader with Sam Wilson/Falcon/Captain America

Summary: You get kidnapped by the Flag Smashers to get Bucky and Sam to stop looking into their activities and when you get saved by Bucky and Sam, you get assured that you’re ok and safe.

Warnings: Fluff, Angst (not Bucky and Sam), language, neighbor!Bucky and neighbor!reader, enhanced!reader, kidnapping, blood/bruises, needles, hospitals, crying, kissing, pet names

A/N: Thank you for the lovely descriptive request @kpopgirlbtssvt 🩵

Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.

Header made by @buck-star

GIF IS NOT MINE! Gif credit goes to the creator.

Bucky was walking to his apartment after his therapy session. He was about to unlock his apartment when he heard someone groan loudly. He looked up and seen you struggling to open the door to your new apartment with a box in your hands. He also seen you when he left for his therapy session earlier.

“Ma’am, do you need help?” Bucky asks politely.

“Yes please.” You replied.

Bucky walked over to you and took the box from you. You unlocked the door to your apartment and walked inside with Bucky following behind you.

“You can set that box over there.” You say, pointing at the floor next to the couch.

Bucky nods and set the box down on the floor where you told him to put it.

“I’m Bucky by the way.” Bucky hand his hand out. “I live in the apartment next door to you.” He says.

“I’m Y/N and as you can tell, I’m your new neighbor.” You say with a small giggle, shaking his hand.

“Do you need help with anything else?” He offers.

“I have a few things in my car I need help to bring up here.” You say.

“Let’s get to it then.” He smiles.

You smiled back and walked out of the apartment to the parking garage with Bucky walking next to you.

“Have you lived here long?” You asked curiously, unlocking your car.

“Almost a year.” He says.

“Oh so you know you’re way around here then.” You say.

“More than you know.” He says.

You opened the car door and Bucky picked up a heavy box. He picked it up as if it weighed nothing.

“That might be heavy.” You say.

“It’s ok. It’s nothing I can’t handle.” Bucky says.

As Bucky was helping you take the last few boxes to your apartment, you two got to know each other.

“No way! You were best friends with Captain America?!” You say, completely speechless.

“It’s true, doll face.” Bucky confirms.

“That’s the coolest thing ever.” You say.

Bucky smiles.

“Thank you for helping me with the last few boxes.” You smiled.

“You’re welcome, doll. I’m glad I could help.” Bucky smiles. “I’ll leave you to it. Let me know if you need anything.” He says.

“Will do!” You smiled.

Bucky saw himself out and went to his own apartment. He unlocked the door and went inside, closing it behind him. He sighs and smiles happily to himself as he took off his jacket. Even though, you two just met today, Bucky has a strong feeling that you two are going to have an amazing relationship.

The next morning after Bucky finished getting ready for the day, he heard a knock on the door. Bucky furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. No one comes over to his apartment this early. He opened the door, smiling when he seen you.

“Good morning, doll.” Bucky smiles.

“Good morning, Bucky.” You smiled back. “I bought you a coffee as a thank you for helping me yesterday.” You say, handing him a coffee from Starbucks.

“You didn’t have to do that, but I won’t turn down coffee.” He says, taking it from you.

Bucky steps aside, allowing you to come inside. You looked around his apartment as you walked inside.

“Your apartment looks bigger than mine.” You say with a playful pout.

Bucky chuckles and led you to the living room. You two sat down on the couch, facing each other.

“Tell me about yourself.” You say, taking a sip of your coffee.

“What do you want to know, doll face?” Bucky asks, taking a sip of his coffee.

“Everything.” You say.

Bucky stiffened. He didn’t want to tell you about the horrible things he has endured throughout his life, but something about your tells him that you’re trusting.

“Ok umm…” He thought for a second. “I grew up in Brooklyn, New York. I was in the Army.” He tells you the good parts of himself. “And I umm…” He pauses and clears his throat.

“What is it, Bucky?” You asked softly.

“When I was in the Army, I fell off a train during a mission with Captain America and I lost my left arm.” He tells you, cringing at the horrible memory.

Bucky set his coffee down on the coffee table and took off his sweatshirt to show you his vibranium arm. You curiously reached a hand out to touch it, but then retracted it.

“You can touch it if you want.” He says.

You reached your hand out again, touching his vibranium arm. Your fingers traced the vibranium plates.

“Is this metal?” You asked curiously.

“It’s vibranium from Wakanda. I did have a metal arm before this one, but something happened to that one and that’s how I ended up with this one.” Bucky explains.

As you were admiring his vibranium arm, Bucky told you more about himself. The good and the bad.

“So you’re a Super Soldier like Captain America?” You asked, making sure you heard him right.

“Yes.” He confirms. “I’m also 106 years old.” He adds.

You stared at him and blinked.

“I honestly thought you were 42 years old.” You say.

“I’ll take that as a compliment.” Bucky smiles.

His smile faded away. The only thing he has left to tell you about himself is what HYDRA used him for.

“What’s wrong, Bucky?” You asked.

“I uhh-” Bucky cleared his throat before saying anything. “These people called HYDRA turned me into an assassin and used me as a weapon.” He says.

“That’s horrible. That shouldn’t have happened to you.” You say.

You leaned over and hugged him. Bucky was caught off guard, but he hugged you back. He melted into your touch. He felt a warmth in his heart.

“Thank you for being so understanding.” Bucky almost whispers.

“You don’t have to thank me, Bucky. It’s part of my job as your friend to be understanding.” You say softly.

A smile grew on Bucky’s face.

“Do you want to go out for breakfast?” You asked. “I’m starving.” You say with a smile.

“Sounds good to me! There’s an amazing diner down the street.” Bucky says with a smile.

You smiled and stood up. So did Bucky.

“Can I have your number?” He asks.

“Of course!” You smiled.

Bucky got his phone out of his pocket and handed it to you.

“You have a flip phone?” You asked.

“Yes.” He says, his cheeks turning red from embarrassment.

“Don’t be embarrassed. I think it’s cute.” You say with a smile.

You put your number in his phone and gave it back to him. You gave him your phone and he put his number in it. He struggled a bit since he’s never used a phone like yours before. You helped him and he got the hang of it. Bucky smiles to himself, knowing he has a new phone number in his phone.

———

“So I’ve been thinking.” Bucky starts.

“Uh oh.” You playfully teased.

Bucky playfully poked your side, making you squirm and giggle.

“As I was saying.” He starts again. “We’ve been together for almost a year and we’re engaged now. I was thinking that you should move in with me.” He says.

“You want me to live with you?” You asked.

“I would love it if you moved in with me.” He smiles.

You smiled and kissed his lips.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” He says against your lips.

That same week, you moved your stuff over to Bucky’s apartment with his help.

“Is it ok if I redecorate your apartment?” You asked.

“I think you mean our apartment, doll.” Bucky politely corrects you. “And yes, you can.” He answers.

You squealed in excitement.

“I have to go to therapy.” He sighs. “I’ll see you later.” He says, pecking your lips softly.

“I love you, baby.” You murmured.

“I love you too, doll.” He whispers.

You started online shopping for things you might get to redecorate yours and Bucky’s apartment as Bucky left. You were so focused on what to get for the apartment that you didn’t hear anyone enter the apartment. You gasped when someone grabbed you from behind. A hand was put over your mouth so your screams were muffled. Whoever was kidnapping you, ransacked through yours and Bucky’s apartment. You didn’t know what they were looking for.

Meanwhile, Bucky was at his therapy appointment. For the first time, he had a smile on his face during his session.

“Do you want to explain the meaning behind your smile?” Dr. Raynor asks.

“I added another phone number to my phone.” Bucky happily tells her.

Dr. Raynor stared at Bucky, trying to figure out if he’s lying or not.

“Look if you don’t believe me.” He says, handing her his phone.

Dr. Raynor looked through his contact list. She saw the same two phone numbers, Sam’s and Yori’s. Her eyes came across your phone number.

“Want to tell me who Doll is?” She asks, giving his phone back to him.

“Her name is Y/N. She’s my fiancée.” Bucky smiles. “She moved in with me this week.” He adds.

“Congratulations, James.” Dr. Raynor says.

Dr. Raynor wrote down in the notebook that he’s in a serious relationship and you two are living together. Bucky rolled his eyes at the notebook.

“Does Y/N know about your history with HYDRA?” She asks.

“I told her the day we met and she’s very understanding about it.” He tells her.

Dr. Raynor took note of that.

“You’re making progress.” She says.

Bucky smiles when she said that. After his therapy session, he went home. When he opened the door to yours and his apartment, he was met by a mess throughout the whole apartment.

“What the hell?” Bucky mumbles to himself. “Doll, are you home?” He asks.

That’s when he seen a head shaped dent in the wall in the hallway that leads to the bedroom. He walked in the bedroom to see the window to the fire escape open. Bucky’s heart dropped to the pit of his stomach. He quickly got his phone out of his pocket and called Sam.

“Hey, man. What’s up?” Sam says.

“I need your help.” Bucky says frantically.

“I’m on my way.” He says.

It didn’t take long for Sam to get to yours and Bucky’s apartment. He knocked on the door and Bucky opened it in a hurry.

“What happened here?” Sam asks as he walked in the apartment to see a mess.

“Someone took Y/N.” Bucky says.

“Have you tried calling or texting her?” He asks.

“I texted her multiple times, but she didn’t text me back. She always texts me back right away.” He says.

That’s when Bucky’s phone started ringing. He looked at it to see your name. He immediately answered it.

“Doll, where are you?” Bucky asks.

“It’s not Doll.” Karli says.

Sam watched the color drain from Bucky’s face.

“Who is it?” Sam whispers.

“The Flag Smashers.” Bucky whispers back.

“Put it on speaker.” He whispers.

Bucky put his phone on speaker.

“Why do you have fiancée’s phone? Where is she?” Bucky asks.

“Don’t worry. She’s right here.” Karli looks at you. “We’re trying to get information out of her about yours and Wilson’s plans to stop us. She’s not telling us anything.” She says.

“I don’t know their plan!” You say for what it feels like the hundredth time.

That’s when you got smacked across the face. You cried out in pain. Bucky and Sam winced at the sound of the slap.

“I swear if you hurt her.” Bucky growls.

“You’ll what, Sergeant Barnes? You’ll go back to your Winter Soldier ways?” Karli says.

“It’s not the Winter Soldier who you have to worry about. It’s me you have to worry about.” He says.

“We’ll see about that.” She says before hanging up.

Anger was coursing through his veins. Bucky ran his fingers through his hair and tried to keep himself from having a breakdown. Sam put a comforting hand on his shoulder.

“You’ll get her back, man and I’ll help you.” Sam says.

“I can’t lose her, Sam.” Bucky says, his voice cracking.

“And you won’t. We’ll work together to save her.” He says.

Bucky looks at Sam for a second before nodding. They tracked down where the Flag Smasher taken you.

Meanwhile, you were tied to a chair in a building that looks like an abandoned factory. You were trying to get out of the ropes, but they were tied too tight.

“I’m gonna ask you again.” Karli said. “What is your fiancée’s and Wilson’s plan to take us down?” She asks for like the millionth time.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about!” You say.

Karli stares at you for a few seconds before motioning one of the other Flag Smasher’s over to her.

“Give it to her.” She tells him.

He nods. You watched as he opened a case and got a syringe out of it. Your eyes went wide. You tried to get out of the rope again, completely forgetting that they’re too tight to escape. Another Flag Smasher held you still and rolled your shirt sleeve up. Before you could protest, you were injected with whatever was in the syringe. You yelped when the needle pricked your skin.

“It shouldn’t take long for the Super Soldier serum to kick in. Let’s see what your fiancée will think of that.” Karli says.

Your breathing became uneven and tears were streaming down your face. You were scared of what the serum might do to you.

Not too long later, a loud noise echoed through the empty building. That’s when you heard familiar footsteps.

“Bucky!” You shouted as loud as you could, but you felt yourself getting weak.

Bucky followed the sound of your voice, finding you in the main room of the building. He found you tied to a chair. He noticed that’s there’s a bruise on your forehead and a cut on your lip. He also noticed the empty syringe on the floor next to the chair you’re tied up in.

“What the hell did you guys inject my fiancée with?!” Bucky growls.

“You of all people should know what was in that syringe, Barnes.” Karli says.

That was enough to tell him that they injected you with the Super Soldier serum. Bucky’s eyes went wide. Out of anger, Bucky started throwing punches at the Flag Smashers. Sam came in the room just in time before Bucky killed one of them.

“I’ll take care of them. You get Y/N.” Sam says.

Bucky nodded and immediately went over to you. He untied you from the chair and picked you up bridal style.

“Bucky?” You mumbled weakly.

“It’s me, babydoll.” Bucky coos. “You’re ok. You’re safe.” He says softly.

You smiled weakly before your head fell against his shoulder. That worried Bucky.

“Doll, I need you to stay awake for me. Can you do that?” He murmurs softly.

“I-I can try.” You say weakly.

You were able to stay awake for a few minutes before passing out in your fiancée’s arms. Bucky got you help immediately.

Bucky sat by your hospital bed, not leaving your side for a second. Sam was there too. You’ve been sleeping for a few hours. Bucky was beyond scared for you.

“What if she doesn’t wake up, Sam?” Bucky says.

“Don’t think like that, man. She will.” Sam says softly.

Bucky broke down in tears. Sam put a comforting hand on his shoulder. You woke up a few minutes later. You squinted your eyes to adjust to the light in the room. You heard a monitor beeping and seen an IV in your hand. You looked around the room to gather your surroundings.

“Bucky.” Sam gently shook him.

Bucky lifted his head and looked at you. He felt relieved to see you awake.

“Thank god, you’re awake.” Bucky says.

“Where- Where am I?” You asked.

“You’re in the hospital.” He tells you. “How are you feeling?” He asks softly.

“I’m ok.” You say.

You readjusted yourself on the bed.

“What’s the last thing you remember before the Flag Smashers kidnapped you?” Sam asks.

“Someone grabbed me from behind and then they kept asking me about a plan you two have to stop them.” You tell them. “I told them I didn’t know what they were talking about, but they didn’t believe me.” You say.

“It’s ok. You’re safe now.” Bucky says softly.

———

You got released from the hospital after a couple days. Bucky has been really helpful and hasn’t left your side. Sam has been helpful too.

“How’s Y/N feeling?” Sam asks.

“She’s doing fine.” Bucky says.

While Bucky and Sam were talking in the living room, you woke up from a nap. Everything was fine till you stood up. Your vision was blurry. You reached out for the wall, holding onto it as you walked to the living room. You managed to get to the end of the hallway before bumping into something, which caught Bucky’s and Sam’s attention. Bucky was quick to get to you. He picked you up and carried you to the couch, gently sitting you down on it.

“Are you ok, doll?” Bucky asks softly.

“I-I don’t know. Something doesn’t feel right.” You say, breathing heavily.

“Babydoll, take some deep breaths.” He says softly.

You took some deep breaths like Bucky said and your breathing went back to normal. You closed your eyes for a moment before opening them back up. Bucky’s eyes went wide when he saw your eyes glowing.

“Sam…” Bucky says.

Sam looked in your eyes to see them glowing. His eyes went wide too. You started at the them in confusion, wondering why their eyes are wide.

“What? Why are you guys looking at me like that?” You asked confused.

“Doll, I’m going to say something, but I don’t want you to freak out, ok?” Bucky says.

You nodded.

“Your eyes are glowing.” He says.

“What do you mean my eyes are glowing?” You asked, feeling yourself beginning to panic.

“It could be the serum.” Sam chimes in.

“Serum?” You asked, looking from your fiancée to Sam.

“That’s what the Flag Smashers injected you with.” Bucky says.

At this point, you were on the verge of having a panic attack. You were scared of what else the serum might do to you.

“Breathe, doll.” He cupped your cheeks and got you to look in his eyes. “Focus on me.” He almost whispers.

You managed to get your breathing under control again. Staring in Bucky’s eyes helped a lot. Your eyes stopped glowing as you were calming down.

“There you go.” Bucky coos.

“Your eyes aren’t glowing anymore.” Sam says.

You finally felt relaxed, but you were still scared of what the serum might do to you. You tried to not to let it freak you out again.

“Does this mean I have powers?” You asked.

“Possibly, but we’ll figure it out as they develop and get through it together.” Bucky says.

You smiled and nodded.

———

A couple weeks later, your powers developed more. It’s nothing too extreme. The powers you developed is mind reading. Bucky and Sam’s called Wanda to know what to expect and she said nothing serious isn’t going to happen.

“Are you packed, doll?” Bucky asks, walking in the bedroom. “We have to leave in a little bit.” He says.

“Almost.” You replied.

Sam invited you and Bucky to go to Louisiana to visit his sister and nephews. You were sitting on the edge of the bed, nervously fiddling with your fingers.

“What’s wrong?” He asks softly, sitting down next to you.

“What if people in Louisiana think I’m weird for having mind reading powers?” You say.

“You are not weird, babydoll. Yes, you have mind reading powers now, but that doesn’t make you any less of the woman I proposed to.” He says softly, holding your hands.

Bucky’s words made you smile. You leaned up and kissed him softly, smiling against his lips.

“Let get you finished packing.” He says.

Bucky helped you finish packing and got on the plane with Sam in time. You snuggled yourself against Bucky during the whole plane ride.

“You have a lovely home.” You complimented, looking around Sarah’s house.

“Thank you, Y/N.” Sarah smiles. “You’re right, Sam. She is sweet. She’s a keeper, Bucky.” She says.

“That’s why I proposed to her.” Bucky says happily and kissed your cheek.

You smiled at her calling you sweet.

“Uncle Sam!” Sam’s nephews came running in the room and gave him a hug.

“Hey guys!” Sam hugs them back. “I want you to meet my friends. This is Bucky and his fiancée Y/N.” He introduces you guys.

“Hi!” They smile up at you and Bucky.

“Hi!” You and Bucky smile back.

The next morning, you woke up on the couch, only to find out that Bucky wasn’t on the couch with you. You rubbed your eyes and sat up. You looked out the window to the backyard to see Bucky and Sam tossing the shield around. You got dressed and put your shoes on. You put on your -Bucky’s- sweatshirt before going outside.

“Sleeping beauty has woken from her slumber.” Sam jokes, making you giggle.

“Morning.” You say.

Bucky gave you a morning kiss.

“Do you want to toss the shield around with us?” Bucky asks.

“That sounds like fun.” You smiled.

Bucky secured the shield on your arm. You looked at it for a moment.

“Do I just throw it like a frisbee?” You asked.

“Yes and you catch it when it comes back to you.” Sam says.

You tossed it and it bounced off a couple trees before coming back to you. You caught it like Sam said.

“Woah, that was cool!” You say.

“You might be better with the shield than us, doll.” Bucky says.

You grinned happily and threw the shield again. It bounced off the trees and you caught it again. You squealed excitedly.

“This is so fun!” You say excitedly.

Bucky and Sam smiled at your excited state.

“You’re so cute, babydoll.” Bucky says, pecking your lips.

“I love you, baby.” You whispered.

“I love you too, doll.” He whispers back.

You and Bucky kissed softly.

“Keep it PG13!” Sam jokes, making you and Bucky laugh.

🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵

-Bucky’s Doll

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kiwi-the-first · 1 year ago

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Ex-husband!Nanami x reader HCs 😋

tw: angst? fluff at the end. Nothing is specified about reader except that they wear a wedding ring and have a daughter with Nanami.

Ex-husband!Nanami who dances with you on christmas eve as Like by BTS plays on your phone. Your daughter is sleeping in her room. You two never stopped loving each other.

Ex-husband!Nanami who regrets being such a workaholic and not being there for you and your daughter all the time.

Ex-husband!Nanami who saved up and retired early to give you the version of him you always deserved.

Ex-husband!Nanami who has your old ring in his pocket, the one you returned to him after your divorce was finalized.

Ex-husband!Nanami who is going to break the news about his retirement to you and propose on christmas morning.

Fiancé!Nanami who takes your daughter and you to the plot he intends to buy for your new house and farm.

Fiancé!Nanami who vows to never lose you again.

#kiwi writes again #nanami kento #nanami x reader #ex husband!nanami #fiancé!nanami #nanami fic #nanami kento x reader

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hard-core-super-star · 5 months ago

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i'm the powder, you're the fuse [H.Steinfeld]

pairing: top!hailee steinfeld x bottom!stuntdouble!reader

summary: being hailee's body double doesn't shape up to be exactly what you planned...it turns out far better.

warnings: SMUT, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT -> VERY little plot; selfcest kink [R is hailee's body double and she's VERY into how similar they look]; hailee's kinda egotistical because...yeah; fingering [R receiving]; cunnilingus; grinding/lap dance; dirty talk; so much banter/bickering; dashes of praise; there's a mirror involved; light spanking; mentions of bruises [not related to the smut]; when will i learn to write endings lmao

wordcount: 4.2k

a/n: so...i might have taken my usual "fuck hailee steinfeld" thought a little too seriously this time 😅 in my defense...i have none, but i still had a great time writing this. usual "don't like don't read" type of vibes apply here. that being said, this is a reminder than my commisions are open AND i'll be opening requests starting tomorrow. [if you want priority, though, aka to ensure that i write your idea as fast as possible, commisioning something is the way to go] anyway, thank you so much for reading, i hope you enjoy <3

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The rumors that surrounded Hailee Steinfeld weren't news to you.

You weren't particularly interested in gossip, most people in and out of the industry would make anything up as long as it got them five seconds of relevance. You knew better than to believe everything you saw on the internet.

As far as you were concerned, the brunette was merely another, slightly conceited, talented actress. You would have been fine never going anywhere near her...if it weren't for the uncanny resemblance you shared.

Most of the time, it was simply annoying. You weren't an actress, not really, you had always been more interested in stunt doubles than any other part of movie making. Maybe it wasn't the most glamorous, and it was certainly the most dangerous of all the on-set jobs, but it was what you were drawn to.

Unfortunately, most people weren't drawn to you for your lack of fear or penchant for badass stunts. Most people were absolutely fascinated by how much you looked like Hailee. It was something you fought against for most of your life...until you got a call from her agent, asking you if you'd be interested to be Ms. Steinfeld's body double in the new season of Hawkeye.

A part of you wanted to say no just to piss everyone off. However, you couldn't deny how well they were willing to pay you and how many doors working with Marvel would open for you. So, even though the last thing you wanted was to be in a room with her, you took the job.

All you were told was to change your workout regimen to match Hailee's and to fly out to New York two months before shooting started to get you fitted for the costume. It sounded far easier than you would have thought but then again, you were already halfway to basically being Hailee so it wasn't like there was much work to do in that department.

Well, besides work out. Which, again, wasn't that much of a sacrifice. Especially when your body started changing to show the results of your hard work.

Time ended up passing faster than you would have thought and before you knew it, you were on your way to your first costume fitting. You weren't too excited about it since you'd heard Hailee would be there, mainly to make sure the costumes were as identical as possible and there were no noticeable differences between you.

You already knew there wouldn't be, considering what people had told you for the past few years of your life.

Still, you knew it was routine and there was no point in turning it into a bigger deal than it needed to be.

At least that's what you kept telling yourself as the actress quite literally ogled you. You couldn't really blame her, your workouts had given you a more than impressive physique and you were very proud of the discipline it took to create the abs that now graced your stomach.

Hailee didn't need to know that, though, but she made it incredibly difficult to avoid the conversation.

Then again, it was like the only conversation she wanted to have with you had something to do with your looks. It was annoying but you were used to it.

What you weren't used to were the endless strings of compliments she was throwing your way.

It was easy to ignore it that first day. To chalk it up to her personality, maybe even her shock at how alike your looks are. Anything and everything except the obvious truth that she found you attractive.

Maybe it was your own insecurities that held you back from seeing the truth or maybe the weirdness that came with her being attracted to you when you looked so much like her. Something that shouldn't have made you pause as much as it did, considering the way she always paused to look at her reflection in the mirror.

Whatever the reason, the outcome was the same.

You ignored most of the compliments she threw your way while doing everything in your power to focus on the work and nothing else. It was easy at first, the stunts they had you doing were thrilling enough to keep your attention for long periods of time.

As the days went on, though, you found yourself growing closer to Hailee, despite how hard you had tried to stay away from her. Then again, it wasn't like you could do much to fight it when she went out of her way to spend time with you in between scenes.

Foolishly, you believed it was simply because she was trying to be nice, maybe give you some guidance since you were new to Marvel projects. To her credit, her intentions weren't fully bad...but there was certainly something else simmering beneath the surface of her warm smiles.

Something that you were too blind to see.

At least, until you finally allowed yourself to admit how attracted you were to her.

In all honesty, admitting the true weight of you feelings wasn't hard, especially considering how often she invited you out to dinner where the conversation flowed almost as easily as the wine. The issue was making sure said feelings didn't get in the way of your job, you were a professional, after all.

Hailee, one the other hand, didn't really care about being sneaky. Maybe it had a lot to do with the executive producer credit she'd managed to talk the director into or the obvious privileges she received as the lead of the show. Whatever the reason, the outcome was the same.

The more obvious the looks she threw your way became, the less restraint you started showing on set. Especially after a long day of tiring stunts.

It's how you found yourself walking back to her trailer, the brunette's arm wrapped securely around your waist to help you stay upright. Just because you weren't seriously hurt didn't mean you weren't sore and aching all over.

"What's wrong with you?" Hailee asks, her tone filled with amusement. "I thought all those muscles would break your fall."

"Ha ha, very funny," you reply. "I seriously regret not telling them to add more pads to the suit."

"Yeah, but you don't need the pads. You already look good."

This time, she actually gets a laugh out of you. Her contast flirting has a way of balancing between being annoying and endearing. Today, the balance seems ot be closer to endearing...or maybe, you're more tired than you originally thought. "Do you ever stop flirting?"

"Nope," she says with a smile. "It's not my fault, you're hot."

The emptiness of the set around you allows you to be more relaxed than usual which in turn allows you to tease Hailee for her very obvious attraction to herself. Weirdly, you didn't mind it. If anything, you found it a little flattering. Looking like this took quite a bit of work, after all.

Maybe it says more about you than it does about her, but that's beside the point. The same way she'd made a habit out of flirting with you, you'd made a habit of calling out her slightly narcissistic tendencies.

"You only think that because I look like you."

Hailee takes your teasing in stride, a soft laugh making its way past her lips. "And? That doesn't make it less true."

Somehow, you should've seen her response coming.

"You are so annoying."

"And hot," she says with a shrug, as if your words simply bounce off her.

"Keep telling yourself that."

"Oh, I will."

Honestly, you have no doubt she really will. As much as you want to hate her for it, you can't. Mainly because she's not wrong. She really is attractive.

It doesn't help that she has the charisma to make her massive ego seem charming instead of ridiculous. You have no doubt it'll backfire on her at some point soon, but for now, you'll just enjoy it.

The brunette leads you to her trailer, helping you inside and watching as you stretch out your sore muscles. Muscles she can't stop herself from admiring.

You're not sure where it comes from, or why you let yourself speak the thought outloud, maybe it's a testament to how safe she makes you feel or how unbearable your crush on her has become. Whatever the reason, the second you form the thought, you spit it out without a second thought.

"Can you help me take the suit off? The zipper's been really stubborn lately."

The silence that follows borders on unbearable.

You can't fully figure out what the look on her face means. It makes you want to curl into yourself and disappear. To make a stupid joke and act like you never said anything in the first place. Like you totally didn't embarrass yourself in front of your unrequited crush. (An unrequited crush who is secretly thinking about jumping your bones)

"Are you...sure? I don't want to make you uncomfortable."

"It's fine, Lee. I wouldn't have asked you for help if I couldn't handle it."

Your words seem like a bit of an understatement. Technically, you're not sure if you can actually handle it, but you'll be dammed if you don't take advantage of the moment. Of the brief flash of confidence that led you to ask her for help in the first place.

All she offers is a nod before her body starts moving. There's something weirdly intimate about the whole situation, about the way her eyes are locked on yours through the mirror in front of you. It's overwhelming in the best way.

Hailee steps forward until her front is almost pressed up against your back. The warmth of her body makes you shiver, but it's nothing compared to the feeling of her hands on you and it takes all your self-restraint to not gasp in response.

There's a teasing edge to her touch as she drags her fingers across your shoulders, caressing your skin until she reaches the zipper of your top. She drags the zipper down slowly, revealing your back muscles and the few faint bruises that litter your skin.

"Do those hurt?" She asks, a hint of concern overtaking her usual playful tone.

"A little," you respond with a shrug. "I'm used to it."

She hums as her eyes scan your back, her fingers not so subtly running down your spine. It's a soft touch, but it makes you shudder all the same. "How do you make it look so easy?"

If you didn't know any better, you might think she's being genuine. That there's care and worry behind her words. You know there isn't and yet...you let your mind wander anyway. "Because I'm good at my job."

Your words earn you a huff, and you watch her roll her eyes through the mirror in front of you. "And you say I'm the narcissist."

"Well, you're the one who wants to fuck herself."

Even though you're merely trying to get under her skin, you both know there's at least a little bit of truth behind your words. It's clear in the way she can't stop admiring your back and the muscles you earned by training like her. By doing everything you could to look as much like her as possible.

"And you want to fuck me. It's the same thing when you think about it, honey."

"Oh, shut up. I don't want to fuck you."

"Yeah? Keep telling yourself that."

All she's doing is riling you up, you know that, and yet, as the fabric of your costume falls down your arms, you find yourself growing more confident. It's stupid to let yourself get carried away when Hailee is technically your boss, but you can't help it. You want to turn the tables on her. To make her speechless for once.

So, with a sudden burst of motivation, you turn around and push her back until her knees hit the couch behind her. You've never been more thankful for her ridiculous ideas and weird trailer requests.

"What's going on?" The brunette asks, although the smirk on her face tells you she already knows your plan.

"I'm going to make you eat your words," you reply as you do your best to sound self-assured instead of terrified.

Just because she flirts with you all the time doesn't mean she wants to do anything about it. Then again, judging by the look on her face, there are a lot of things she wants to do about it.

"I'm sure I'll be eating something soon..." She trails off, her silence leaving no room for alternate interpretations.

You can't stop yourself from rolling your eyes. "Are you always this horny?"

"Apparently only when I'm looking at myself."

"Yeah, that makes sense."

She rolls her eyes, but the action is filled with more amusement than annoyance. It's not like she can act offended when she knows it's the truth. She loves nothing more than staring at herself, something that's become very apparent lately.

You take a second to try and calm your speeding heart before turning around slowly, making sure to roll your hips and give her an enticing show.

There's something slightly embarrasing about what you're doing, about the half-dressed state you're in, the borderline desperate edge to your movements. It should be a lot of things, but all it is is incredibly arousing.

You do your best to move slow, to tease her just as much as she's been teasing you lately. You're not sure who finds the slow pace more difficult, to be honest.

"Fuck," she groans. "You're playing dirty."

"Is that a complaint, Miss Steinfeld?" you reply with another shake of your hips. "Because I have no problem with stopping right now."

You take the opportunity to rub your ass against her lap and you hear her sharp intake of breath. The fabric that separates you isn't thin enough to let her feel everything, but it's a start.

And it drives her absolutely crazy.

"Don't you fucking dare stop." Her tone leaves no room for arguments, especially when paired with the way her hands come up to grip your hips.

All you can do is smirk to yourself and continue your teasing movements against her lap. Her grip on you tightens as she pulls you closer to her, her hips not so subtly bucking upward in search of friction.

You know you should feel bad about what you're doing. At the very least, you should feel stupid for letting yourself get carried away like this. Maybe even dirty for allowing Hailee to touch you, to admire your body and the similarities it carries to her own. There are a lot of things you should be feeling, and arousal is definitely not one of them.

And yet...it's the only thing you can think about.

The brunette's hands pull you back until you're sat on her lap, and you tilt your head back in response to the contact, baring your neck to her approving gaze. "You look so much better like this."

"Why?" You reply in a breathless whisper. "Because I look like you?"

"That's part of it, yes."

You're not sure why, but instead of annoying you, her words light a fire within you that you're not sure you'll be able to put out on your own. Admitting how turned on you are seems impossible, even embarrassing, since you've spent the last few months making fun of her and calling her a narcissist for being so attracted to herself. Thankfully, Hailee doesn't need words to realize what's going on with you.

The brunette leans down, her lips coming into contact with your flushed skin and sending sparks of pleasure down your body. As if that isn't enough to turn your thoughts to mush, her hands slide down to grip your thighs, firmly spreading them open.

"You're such a hypocrite," she murmurs against your throat. "You want this, don't you?"

A part of you wants to lie, to pretend you don't care about this, about her. To act like you haven't thought about this moment far too many times since she started shamelessly flirting with you in front of everyone.

However, you can't deny how turned on you are. How desperate you are to feel her hands on your skin. To let her lose herself in your body.

It goes against everything the logical part of your brain is saying, but you don't care. You're too far gone to back out now. "Yeah...I do."

Your words earn you a sharp nip to your neck and you arch your back against her. "There you go, that wasn't so hard to admit, was it?"

As badly as you want to talk back to her, she springs into action before you even get the chance to open your mouth.

This time, she's the one who pushes you around, leading you right over to the nearest vanity. There's something incredibly fucked up about being bent over where she sits every day for hair and makeup, but clearly, the mirror in front of both of you is enough to distract her from that fact.

Her eyes are glued to the reflection, to your bent over form and the perfect picture the two of you make. To the almost identical looks on your faces, cheeks flushed, eyes dark with desire, lips parted in search of more.

It's dirty and sinful and so, so beautiful.

Her hands are still glued to your hips, her grip growing stronger with every passing second.

Suddenly, a thought pops into your head. One that's almost as bad as the one that started this whole thing.

You almost don't say anything, but then your eyes meet hers and everything comes crashing out of your mouth.

"You can do it if you want, you know," you say, your voice barely above a whisper.

Her eyes widen almost comically, accidentally giving away how well she understands what you're talking about. "What?"

You momentarily consider retracting your words but you can't deny how much the thought excites you too. How willing you are to bend the rules of what's considered appropriate for her. After all, it's just a bit of roleplay, right? What's so wrong with that?

"Come on, Lee, I'm not an idiot," you reply. "If you want to fuck yourself, you have to commit."

Your words clearly send her mind spinning. You both know exactly what you're talking about, it's obvious in the way her lips find their way into her usual smirk.

"Are you- what are you...are you sure? It's...that's okay with you?"

Her hesitation is a little adorable. For someone so adamant that things be done exactly how she wants them, it's a little endearing how slow she's taking things for once. How sure she wants to be that this is something you actually want.

As if you haven't been imagining this exact scenario since the day you met.

"I'm sure, Hailee. I want this too."

Your confirmation is the only thing she needs to throw all caution to the wind. You see it in the way her eyes narrow slightly, almost as if she's accepting the challenge.

Her hands leave your waist long enough to drag the rest of the suit down your body. The strength behind her movements leaves you breathless and not so subtly pushing back toward her.

"Holy shit," she mutters. "You've been hiding this from me the whole time?"

"I told you I'm good at my job," you reply. "A couple extra workouts a week go a long way."

Your words earn you a low chuckle, satisfaction blooming in your chest, before her hand comes down harshly against your ass. The sting is far more pleasurable than it should be and it wipes out any hope of coherent thinking.

"Keep talking like that and I'll have to gag you...Hailee."

"Oh, fuck," you whimper.

Hearing her call you by her name shouldn't be as hot as it and yet here you are, practically flooding your panties from the sound of it. From the unrestrained desire that's so clear in her voice.

"I guess you weren't lying, you really do want it, don't you?" She leans down over you, practically trapping you against the vanity.

Her hand snakes its way between your bodies, her fingers trailing a teasing path down your spine until they reach the soaked fabric of your panties. You both groan at the contact and she wastes no time in pulling the fabric to the side and sliding her fingers through your folds.

"Such a dirty little thing," she says, her voice a rough whisper against your ear. "Want me to fuck you? Make you scream just for me?"

"Yes, please, I need you."

"You need me?" She repeats, clearly basking in the ego-boost your words provide her with.

You open your mouth to respond, to tell her to stop being dick and just fuck you already, but she beats you to the punch. She quickly slides two fingers into your cunt, sinking them in with zero restistance and making you cry out at the feeling of being filled up so deliciously.

Hailee leans down to pepper kisses across your shoulders as she gives you a chance to adjust to the sudden intrusion. Even when she's clearly wanting to be rough, she's doing what she can to keep you comfortable.

"You feel so good, darling. Taking my fingers so well." The second the words are out of her mouth, she starts thrusting her fingers in and out of you.

"Hailee," you moan, your eyes still glued to the mirror in front of you. It gives you a sight you'd never have thought you enjoyed so much, but the evidence is clear in the arousal that threatens to slide down your thighs.

"I know," she replies, not doing anything to hide the smugness in her tone.

Her fingers speed up as she lifts her head and stares you down through the reflection. Your walls instantly clench around her, your lips parting around her name once more.

This time, you're graced by the sight of the smile you've grown to adore. "We should've done this a whole lot sooner."

You nod in agreement and she slides her free hand down to join the first one, her fingers finding your throbbing clit and adding to the overwhelming pleasure. "Fuck- Please, don't stop."

"Wouldn't dream of it, Hailee." You're not sure what it is about her words that sets you off so badly, but the pleasure takes you completely by surprise. Hailee notices, though, and she speeds her movements up accordingly to bring you closer and closer to the edge.

"Come on, baby, I know you want to fall apart for me, do it. Cum for me."

You wouldn't deny her even if you could.

You say her name like a prayer as her touch sends sparks of pleasure down your spine. It doesn't take more than few moments for a particulary hard thrust to send you hurling toward your orgasm, walls fluttering around her fingers.

"Fuck...there you go."

She works you through your orgasm, going back to kissing and nipping your shoulder as she slows down her pace. It does little to soothe you and the overwhelming need you still feel, but you appreciate her efforts all the same.

"You doing okay?" She mumbles, slowly easing her digits out of your sensitive pussy.

"Yeah, just...a little out of breath."

"I thought that's what all the workouts were for," she teases as she shifts back.

You're about to complain about the sudden lack of contact when you watch her drop down to her knees behind you. Your breath gets knocked out of your breath once more and you know there's no way you'll be able to go back to normal after this.

Then again, that doesn't seem like such a bad thing now. Especially when her tongue is darting out to taste your arousal.

You buck your hips back against her mouth which makes her chuckle. "Still so eager, aren't you? It's alright, show me how much you want me."

You don't give yourself enough time to think about her words. You simply do as your told, rolling your hips and feeling her tongue explore your soaked folds.

You're a little too sensitive to take it, but that doesn't stop her from wrapping her lips around your clit and sucking hard enough to make your whole body shake.

"Holy shit, Hailee-"

She hums in response, the vibrations turning your legs to jelly. It's more than a little embarrassing, but completely justified considering the situation.

It takes her no time to make you fall apart for her again. You can practically feel her smirk as she swipes her tongue through your folds once more, collecting your release.

She leans back once it's clear you can't take any more stimulation, placing kisses across every inch of skin that's close to her. "So...how long until you can return the favor?"

You laugh despite yourself. "Oh, fuck off."

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