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The Holiday ⋆⁺₊❅⋆ ⁺₊❆⋆

main masterlist || florence pugh || requests

a/n: here’s my late christmas gift to you all! i’m sorry it took so long to get written, but i hope you enjoy🫶

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ pairing: florence pugh x female reader

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ warnings: MINORS DNI (18+) smut- reader receiving, fingering, face riding, language, praise

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ description: based on the film ‘the holiday,’ you decide to break out of your routine and book a trip for christmas after being cheated on. when you arrive, you find that it’s much lonelier than you expected. one night, a stranger knocks on your door and changes the stakes of your trip.

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The holidays suddenly became detestable. A cheerful time of year that helped you wind down from a hectic year came crashing down the minute you got the news—your girlfriend had been cheating on you for your receptionist at work.

Even though things hadn’t been working out for the two of you as of late, you figured this was just another bump in the road. This all ended the moment your girlfriend spent late nights at the office ‘working.’

You couldn’t lie, you had been focusing too much on work and not enough on your social life. It wasn’t all your girlfriend’s fault, but in the moment the blame fell on her.

The moment the confession happened you kicked her out. You were grateful now that you had never moved out of your house for her.

As reality sat in, you realized you needed to get out. Your life became suffocating in an instant and there was no way you could stay here. That was the hard part.

There were others who relied on you. Your job was too demanding. You never went anywhere if you could help it. You had to be sick or dying for there to be a lull in your work. This was one of those times you felt like dying.

It wasn’t that you were necessarily upset at the break up. You both had been having problems so ultimately you knew you needed it. What made you most nervous was the change of it all. You weren’t sure where you were going from here but you hoped it would only go up.

You got to work quickly by arranging plans for your departure. You wanted to go somewhere far away, somewhere that work couldn’t even interfere. England was apparently a good bet.

While searching destinations, you came across a quaint little cottage along the countryside that caught your eye. You investigated further which led you to find that the owner was looking to swap houses for two weeks. Each individual would have full access to each other’s houses, cars, etc. This was enough for you to be intrigued.

And so, you were off. Two weeks of nothing but quiet and relaxation. It was all you could hope for…until it wasn’t.

Upon arriving a few hours prior, you found yourself already growing bored. You explored the small cabin, watched television in bed with a bottle of wine, and tried your best to get along with the dog. Apparently the quiet and relaxation wasn’t all you dreamed of.

Just as quickly as you came, you dragged your suitcase out from under the bed and began packing your things in a disorganized frenzy. You were almost too focused to realize that there was a knock on the door until the dog started barking. You rushed down the stairs to see who could possibly be behind the strangers door.

“Hello!” the voice yelled. “Are you home?”

“Uhm, who is it?” you called apprehensively. It felt strange calling to someone from a house that is not yours.

“Iris, it’s Florence, open the fucking door before I take a piss in your flower pot!”

You abruptly opened the door to reveal a clearly drunk and sheepish looking woman. You couldn’t deny your immediate attraction to her since she was quite pleasing to look at.

“You’re not Iris,” the woman said. “Or if you are, I am much drunker than I realize.”

“I’m… I’m not,” you responded with an awkward laugh, not knowing exactly how to respond. Glances were exchanged between the two of you, studying each other from head to toe.

“I hate to interrupt this moment, but can I?” The woman motioned towards the entrance of the house.

“Oh, yes! I’m sorry, the bathroom is- well I assume you know.”

The woman rushed inside, but turned around back towards you quickly. “I’m Florence by the way, Iris’s little sister.”

She went as she was before and hurried into the restroom. You continued to talk, as to not make the entire situation more awkward than it already was.

“Ohhh, sister,” you said, the interaction all making sense. I’m y/n y/l/n, did Iris not tell you she was leaving?”

The toilet flushed from behind the door and out came Florence once again, bumping into a side table close by on her way out. “Honestly, she might have, but as you can see, I’m- I have been preoccupied more or less… as you can see.”

“She’s in Los Angeles.”She laughed, the kind of laugh that vibrates through your throat as if you had just told her the joke of the century.

“That’s not possible. Iris never goes anywhere.”

“I guess we kind of have that in common with each other,” you joked. “She listed her house on a home exchange website, so now here I am in my pajamas… in her house.”

“I can see that,” Florence smirked while also leaning a little too close to comfort towards you. “I’m just going to do myself a solid and sit down before I tackle you down with me.”

After the woman sat down, she wavered from side to side, looking as if she might tumble over any minute. “You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m good,” she chuckled. “I’m sorry about my intrusion.”

“Oh please, this is more your house than mine.”

“Despite what it looks like, I’m Iris’s semi-respectable little sister. I’ve been visiting the local pub one too many times lately and my sister usually helps me out. Unfortunately, it’s become a bit of a routine lately… so, how’s it going for you?”

“Well, not so good actually. I’m leaving on a flight tomorrow afternoon.”

“Oh… when did you get here again?”

You laughed. “About 6 hours ago.”

“Well we sure made a good impression on you, didn’t we?” Florence joked.

“No, no everyone has been welcoming,” you reassured her. “It’s just that… I haven’t quite been myself lately, and I thought by putting myself out there and coming here, I would feel less lonely. It turns out I’ve never felt more alone in my entire life.”

You waited for a response from Florence, but she sat quietly on the couch listening to you intently.

“Bet you’re glad you knocked on this door,” you chuckled.

“I am,” she spoke softly, topping it off with a smile. “So, since I’m clearly in a vulnerable state and I won’t remember a thing by morning, why is it that you haven’t quite felt yourself?”

“I just broke up with someone… yesterday. I thought doing this one thing for myself would help, but clearly life had other plans for me.”

You smiled and looked down towards the floor. You felt a little sorry for yourself, you couldn’t lie. This stranger had just endured your sad story of how you came to be in her sister’s house. It was quite pathetic now that you reflected.

“I really hate to be a bother, but do you mind if I crash here?” she asked. “I know you’re not my sister, but I’m afraid if I’m unsupervised I may find myself in a bit of a pickle.”

“Oh, yes of course. Let me grab you a blanket…” You pretended as if you knew your way around the cottage, as if someone who had been here millions of times wasn’t right in front of you.

“It’s in the cabinet below the TV.”

“Thanks,” you smiled. You opened the cabinet and found a stack of quilts and picked one off the top. You brought it over to Florence and she took it gently.

“I appreciate it. I promise in the morning, we’ll forget all about this silly interaction and I’ll be out of your hair.”

Her aversion to be in close proximity with you stung a little more than you had anticipated. You had just met this woman and for some reason you were sad about her leaving.

“I promise, it’s no problem,” you reassured her.

Florence smiled back and the two of you were face to face, standing towards each other. It was as if one of you was waiting to say or do something that would prolong your conversation. There was a tension that hung like a thick cloud over you both. You could cut it like a knife.

“Well then,” Florence huffed, “sweet dreams.”

Though her goodnight did not just stop at her farewell. In her drunken state, she leaned in close until

her lips found yours. You would have moved if it weren’t for your mind begging you to stay, telling you to savor this moment as long as you could.

This was only your mind speaking because your face told a different story; wide eyed and stunned. You weren’t sure what your next move was as this was the last thing you expected tonight.

Once Florence realized what she had done, she pulled away briskly. “I… don’t know why I did that, I’m so sorry. Clearly I’m much drunker than I realized.”

“It’s okay, I-I don’t mind,” you reassured her awkwardly.

She stood inches away from you again, her eyes roaming back and forth over your face taking everything in. “If you don’t mind, then I’d like to try that again.”

She wasted no time, pulling you in by your face now, not shying away from making you feel needed. The kiss was deeper and longer, allowing you to test the waters and prepare for its softness.

Florence pulled away again, slower this time. As you processed the events that led up to this, you hummed.

“Hmm,” your eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Bad?” Florence asked.

“Not bad, just weird.” You plopped down on the couch with a spring.

“Weird? Weird how?”

“I’ve spent so much time with the same person, that's all I’ve known. Now, I’m here in this strange place, with a person I’ve never met… and it’s kind of exciting.” You smiled and Florence smiled back, a cheeky grin.

“That’s why… I think it would be better if we just slept together,” you spat out quickly. You looked over at Florence to see how she received the information, which seemed surprisingly well. “It’s just this whole knowing I won’t see you again thing is kind of hot.”

Florence was mindlessly fiddling with your hair; twirling it around your fingers and placing it behind your ear. This wasn’t helping your case.

There was a silence that was filled by the crackling fireplace and the distant Christmas tunes playing upstairs. You waited for her response, ensuring that it was something she also wanted.

“I don’t think I have a problem with that one bit, babe,” Florence smirked.

The flood gates then burst, both of you grabbing at one another like animals. You had never had such a deep reaction to a stranger before, the feeling being so unfamiliar. You pulled away again to catch a breath and out of your own insecurity.

“I’ve been told I’m not too great at this sort of thing,” you told her. She never stopped, kissing your neck to fill the emptiness of your lips.

“What thing?” she mumbled against your skin

“You know… sex.”

Florence stopped, lifting her head up and meeting your eyes. “I’ll be the judge of that, love.”

Without any other hesitation, Florence lifted your sweater off and started just as she had begun. She kissed you harder, her tongue filling your mouth with inexplicable desire. You each exchanged whimpers that vibrated off of one another.

Florence pulled your body down with her as she lowered herself down onto the couch. You were now straddled on either side of her while you leaned down to continue.

Her mouth was like magic and you were her muse. You never experienced a need to be savored this much in your life. She filled the void of everything and everyone who had come before.

You were pulled from your thoughts when her hand snaked into your sweatpants, over your underwear. You gasped at your own sensitivity.

“Been awhile, eh?” Florence whispered, not stopping even at your squirming.

“Embarrassingly so, it seems.”

“Good, makes it more fun,” she giggled hoarsely.

For a few brief moments, she just stared. She stared so deep into your eyes while advancing her fingers into your underwear. She wanted you exactly like this, at her mercy.

“Is this alright?” she asked before going any further. You nodded your head but that wasn’t enough. “Use your words, I need to hear you say it.”

“Yes,” you answered, “yes.” That was all that it took, your answer lit a fire beneath her that ignited at your touch.

“I need these off, baby.” Florence tugged on your pants. “I can’t do much with you trapped in these pants. I need to touch you.”

You each wrestled off your pants and underwear, leaving you with nothing. “Don’t let me have all the fun,” you laughed, pulling Florence’s shirt off as well. “That’s better.”

Everything felt right now, each of you bare for one another with nothing but the cold as a barrier. You leaned down once again to lock lips with your beautiful stranger. She was clearly eager as her fingers found your wet center, no longer trapped beneath fabric.

Her two fingers spread your pussy apart, getting a feel of your everything. Your body shuttered above her, not used to the feeling. It didn’t take her long to make circles and rub her fingers on your clit. It was practically the only thing she could think about since she arrived.

You couldn’t stop yourself from squirming and moving your hips on her fingers to gain more friction. “Fuck,” Florence whispered against your lips. “You look so good like this.”

Her two fingers went farther and slipped inside your cunt, curving inward making you moan. “Shit, right there,” you whined.

“Keep making those sounds, baby girl,” Florence said as her lips traveled away from your lips.

She kissed down your cheek to your neck, sucking on the surface. Her fingers were relentless and you wanted to scream when her teeth bit down hard on the side of your neck.

Your hips kept moving, riding her fingers so deeply that the rest of the world went away. She wanted to taste every part of you, now moving on to your chest.

Her tongue poked out of her mouth, reaching for your hardened nipple. She drew her tongue in circles around your nipple, the sensation sending sparks throughout your body. Her lips latched on, sucking and pulling on your nerves so delicately.

Her actions started pushing you over the edge. “I think I’m close,” you moaned breathlessly.

Florence took this as a queue to finish out stronger. Her lips resumed their place on your own lips and she slipped her fingers out of you to rub your clit harder and quicker than before.

“I want you to cum on my fingers. Come on, baby,” Florence encouraged you.

Your body was practically twitching with pleasure as you let go. She whispered a string of praises as you rode out your high. Your chest rose and fell quickly as you tried to catch your breath. When you looked down at Florence, a mischievous grin was painted on your face.

“I’m not finished with you yet,” she smiled. She shimmied down the couch until your dripping center was hovering above her face. “I’ve wanted to taste you all night.”

You tried to prepare yourself for contact, but nothing could prepare you for the feeling of her tongue against your pussy. The sensation had you gripping onto the arm of the couch for support.

“Holy shit,” you whimpered.

She was so gentle at first, testing out the waters and savoring every moment between your legs. She moved her tongue up and down, exploring each part of you. Then, flattening her tongue to make a harder surface, her hands that were grabbing onto your hips guided them back and forth. She wanted you grinding on her tongue just like her fingers. She loved watching you beg without using words.

You knew you wouldn’t last long, but that wasn’t the point. All she wanted was to taste what she did to you. She was admiring her masterpiece.

“Florence- I can’t,” you said.

Without warning your second high came over you. It was harder than the first, and louder than the first. You practically fell on top of her as you finished.

In a flash, you suddenly became aware of the events that took place. You saw Florence’s accomplished grin and noticed your disheveled hair.

“You should… probably get some sleep,” you told her, an attempt to brush off the intimacy the two of you shared.

“I think I might find that a bit hard now,” she smiled. You stood up from the couch and lost your balance with shaking legs. “Woah there, babe. I thought I was the intoxicated one.”

“I guess I could use some sleep myself,” you laughed. “And a clean up.”

“You take this with you,” Florence gestured to the blanket you offered her to sleep. “I’ll make do with another.”

You wrapped the blanket around you, disguising your naked body. The blanket dragged behind you as you walked towards the stairs and started to walk up.

“Oh, y/n,” she got your attention. “Whoever said you were bad in bed was a liar.”

Your cheeks flushed and you smiled at the floor. “Goodnight,” you said to her.

With that, you cleaned yourself up and crawled into bed. Sleep did not find you very well that night, as you hoped you may see her face in the morning once more.

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‼️Helping me means helping 5 members of my family..‼️

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Hello, I'm Wasim from Gaza, in Al-Mawasi specifically... My family and I were displaced from Rafah after hardship, bombing, displacement, and hunger.😭😔

Now we have been away from our city and our beautiful home for 9 months. We have lost our house that my father built stone by stone and he worked 24/7 to build this house. But the occupation destroyed it, and no house remained in my beautiful city remained intact.😭💔💔

We are now living in a tent or semi-tent, which does not protect us from the cold of winter or the rain. Our lives are very difficult.😔😭

Thanks to your donations, we have been able to buy food and flour, and now I am asking you for help to buy a tent that will protect us from the cold of winter. We do not know what it means to sleep because of the extreme cold.🥶

This is our tent made of fabric and some nylon, not closed on one side. We are freezing from the cold. Help us to buy a new tent. You are our last hope.😭🥶🥶🙏

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hi, I only recently saw your Yelena Belova x Reader! Super Soldier and I really liked it, idk if you did but can you make a part 2 or write something similar to it?

Whispers of Hydra

Pairing: Yelena Belova x GN Super Soldier! Reader

Summary: Life was peaceful until a knock at the door reminds you of what you were designed for.

Angst & Light Fluff

Warnings: Mentions of Red Room, Trauma, Scars, Hydra, Mentions of the conditions of Red Room, Mentions of brain washing, Mentions of weapons, Mentions of blood| 1.6K

AC: Thank you for sending this! It made me miss these two so much! I had so much writing this one that I am 100% open to a part two!!  I hope you enjoy! x

The fireplace crackled, casting dancing shadows on the log walls of the cabin. Outside, the wind howled a soft lullaby like song through the tall pines that helped keep the cabin hidden from any hikers that dared to tackle the harsh conditions of the mountain. In the kitchen, Yelena, stirred a pot of stew she had been making for the last two hours while you sat in a worn armchair taking in the peace that you both had created. 

From the armchair, you could see Yelena stirring away at the pot of stew, watching as she was focused on making another tasty meal for the two of you. You pushed yourself up from the armchair and wandered over to the doorway that separated the small living room and kitchen. 

“You know�� you began, your voice soft, “you’re a much better cook than I ever was”.

Yelena scoffed, looking over her shoulder at you, “I knew that when you set fire to the toaster trying to make pop-tarts!”. You chuckled lightly, “that was an honest mistake”.

“Well, maybe if you watch me cook, you might learn something!” Yelena replied, a small chuckle escaping from her as you pushed yourself off the doorframe and made your way over to the blonde. You wrapped your strong arms around her waist, resting your chin on her shoulder, “I guess the tables have changed” you smiled softly, “teach me to cook” you added.

Yelena naturally leaned back into your hold, her free hand softly finding yours, weaving her fingers with yours. “So, you remember” she said softly. A faint memory of when she was just a young adult in training while you told her commands to spar against her fellow widow. Your eyes slightly dropped, “I do but I don’t want that to ruin this moment” you replied, watching as the wooden spoon circled the pot. 

The shared history was complex. You had been one of Yelena’s trainers in the Red Room, an almost mythical figure in the blonde’s younger life. To you, you were nothing more than a weapon to cause harm, to train others to cause harm but to Yelena? You were everything she didn’t know she needed. You had been forced out of the Widow training program before Yelena’s graduation, leaving a void that nothing and no one had ever filled. 

Natasha was the one that found you with the help of Steve and Bucky. Hydra’s grasp on you was strong, your brain washing was severe with a tangled web of false commands and implanted memories. Nothing seemed to work, no therapy or desensitization. You were injected with the super serum well after Steve and Bucky’s time, leaving Bucky to be somewhat thankful that his therapy and treatment worked but seeing you suffering daily tore at every body's strings. When things didn’t look to be getting better for you, it was Natasha that took the risk and brought in a reluctant Yelena to the compound hoping that maybe if you saw somebody real from your past, it might break Hydra’s toxic hold. 

It had, like a tsunami flushing out all the horrible things you were made to do. It took some time for Yelena to rebuild her trust within you by reconnecting with her, your mind allowed the therapy and desensitization to work its wonders and finally free you from Hydra. 

Now, trying to live a life of normalcy, you and Yelena spent your quiet days hiking through the woods, creating new memories together and now Yelena teaching you to cook was added to the list of things you wanted to fulfill in your new life.

“Do you mind handing me the pepper?” Yelena asked, respecting your wish to not dwell on a memory that was still so fresh to you. 

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A week later as a harsh winter storm began to descend, blanketing the woods in a thick layer of snow. Yelena was in the city, helping Kate with a lead on a mission, leaving you at the shared home. You didn’t mind, you enjoyed the peace and a little down time to yourself, but it was the weather than made you uneasy that morning. As you pour yourself an extra hot mug of black coffee, a knock at the door echoed through the wooden cabin. 

Your body tensed in a familiar sense of readiness as you slowly and quietly walked over to the door on cautious feet. A hidden knife in arms reach for protection, you peeked through the small peephole. A tall, broad figure stood on the porch wearing a long, black trench coat that failed to hide the weapons at his belt. 

As you opened the door, allowing the cold wind to rush into the warm cabin, the man was large and his face showing no expression as he held a small metal case in his gloved hand. “I believe this belongs to you” his voice was rough, deep and laced with an accent you hadn’t heard in a long time. “I was told you’d come here, that you went soft”. 

“Who sent you?” You asked, keeping your posture on alert for anything.

“That is not important. What’s important is this” he tossed the metal case to you, landing at your feet with a dull thud. 

Not taking your eyes off the unknown stranger, you leaned down and picked up the case, opening it to find a familiar set of files. Images from the Red Room back in the day but most disturbingly, a picture of you and Yelena that had been taken only a few days ago. Your blood turned to ice knowing that the peaceful sanctuary you and Yelena shared had been breached. You weren’t forgotten like you had hoped. 

“This isn’t going to work” you said, your voice dangerously low.

The man laughed, “I thought you’d say that” he said, drawing his weapon from his coat. “There’s a big number above that head of yours, soldier!” He added. Quickly, you raised the metal case to your face, blocking the bullet that was meant for your face. The fight was brutal, fast and explosive. Years of training and somehow you managed to not forget a single thing. You skillfully dodged the soldier’s attacks. Blocking the flurry blows that would have broken the ribs of any ordinary human. 

His gun now knocked out of his hand, you kicked it to the side, making sure it slid out of arms each before you threw the soldier across the small cabin, sending him into the support beam. He grunted as he hit the floor before shaking off the blow and launching himself back at you. Throwing a punch at you that you were able to block and delivered him a left hook that sent him reeling. 

The soldier laughed, “you’re not as fast as you used to be!” He said, spitting out blood onto the wooden floor. He looked at you for a brief moment before pulling out a second weapon, “you’ve spent too much time being soft!” He said, breaking the silence as he charged towards you. 

Using your enhanced strength, you grabbed the man’s weapon, wrenching it from his hand. “Or maybe you’re just weak!” You spat as you spun, using the barrel of the gun to deliver a sharp blow to the soldier’s temple. His lifeless body felt, sending a thud through the cabin as his blood pooled around him. You dropped the gun in relief as your eyes dropped to the floor, watching his blood river over the photos of you and Yelena on the floor.

“Y/n!” Yelena called in a worried voice, rushing over to you. “Y-you’re hurt!” She said, looking at your face. You didn’t hear her motorcycle roaring up the snowy mountain, you barely even heard her voice over the shock that took over you. It had been so long since you took the life of another person. 

“I…I’m fine” you stuttered as your eyes slowly looked up at her. 

“Who is that?” Yelena asked, stepping over the body to get to you. “It doesn’t matter” you replied as Yelena gently cupped your face, wanting to draw your attention to her. “They’ll just come back” you added. Yelena could see the fear in your eyes, the realization of the danger that they were now in crashed over her like a wave. She knew that the peaceful life was now gone but she refused to let you see her own fears. 

“Then we’ll fight them” she said in a low, soft whisper. 

The weight of the fight fell heavily on you; after removing the lifeless body from your shared home and Yelena cleaning up the blood left behind, the next few days were spent in a tense silence. Fear of the unknown taunting you. Each night Yelena woke up to find you staring outside the window over the snow-covered woods. She wrapped her arms around you from behind, pressing her back into your back.

“I’m afraid too” she whispered, her voice trembling.

You turned around, her green eyes filled with fear as you pulled her into a tight embrace, “I’m afraid they’ll take you away again” she admitted. 

“I promise you, they won’t” you replied, your voice firm. “I won’t let them” 

“We…” Yelena started, pulling away to look up at you with her eyes now filling with tears, “We could leave, find a new place. Tell nobody” She suggested but you shook your head, “baby, I’m not going to take you away from your family and friends” you said, gently cupping her face, “I’m done running” you added. 

Yelena nodded softly, “then we fight them together. Promise me…. promise me we’re in this together”

You hated knowing that Yelena was in just as much danger as you, that you were the one that put her in this position. “I promise” you replied softly, placing a kiss on her forehead. You knew better than to argue and if you were being completely honest, you needed her just as much as she needed you.

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The Holiday ⋆⁺₊❅⋆ ⁺₊❆⋆

main masterlist || florence pugh || requests

a/n: here’s my late christmas gift to you all! i’m sorry it took so long to get written, but i hope you enjoy🫶

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ pairing: florence pugh x female reader

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ warnings: MINORS DNI (18+) smut- reader receiving, fingering, face riding, language, praise

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ description: based on the film ‘the holiday,’ you decide to break out of your routine and book a trip for christmas after being cheated on. when you arrive, you find that it’s much lonelier than you expected. one night, a stranger knocks on your door and changes the stakes of your trip.

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The holidays suddenly became detestable. A cheerful time of year that helped you wind down from a hectic year came crashing down the minute you got the news—your girlfriend had been cheating on you for your receptionist at work.

Even though things hadn’t been working out for the two of you as of late, you figured this was just another bump in the road. This all ended the moment your girlfriend spent late nights at the office ‘working.’

You couldn’t lie, you had been focusing too much on work and not enough on your social life. It wasn’t all your girlfriend’s fault, but in the moment the blame fell on her.

The moment the confession happened you kicked her out. You were grateful now that you had never moved out of your house for her.

As reality sat in, you realized you needed to get out. Your life became suffocating in an instant and there was no way you could stay here. That was the hard part.

There were others who relied on you. Your job was too demanding. You never went anywhere if you could help it. You had to be sick or dying for there to be a lull in your work. This was one of those times you felt like dying.

It wasn’t that you were necessarily upset at the break up. You both had been having problems so ultimately you knew you needed it. What made you most nervous was the change of it all. You weren’t sure where you were going from here but you hoped it would only go up.

You got to work quickly by arranging plans for your departure. You wanted to go somewhere far away, somewhere that work couldn’t even interfere. England was apparently a good bet.

While searching destinations, you came across a quaint little cottage along the countryside that caught your eye. You investigated further which led you to find that the owner was looking to swap houses for two weeks. Each individual would have full access to each other’s houses, cars, etc. This was enough for you to be intrigued.

And so, you were off. Two weeks of nothing but quiet and relaxation. It was all you could hope for…until it wasn’t.

Upon arriving a few hours prior, you found yourself already growing bored. You explored the small cabin, watched television in bed with a bottle of wine, and tried your best to get along with the dog. Apparently the quiet and relaxation wasn’t all you dreamed of.

Just as quickly as you came, you dragged your suitcase out from under the bed and began packing your things in a disorganized frenzy. You were almost too focused to realize that there was a knock on the door until the dog started barking. You rushed down the stairs to see who could possibly be behind the strangers door.

“Hello!” the voice yelled. “Are you home?”

“Uhm, who is it?” you called apprehensively. It felt strange calling to someone from a house that is not yours.

“Iris, it’s Florence, open the fucking door before I take a piss in your flower pot!”

You abruptly opened the door to reveal a clearly drunk and sheepish looking woman. You couldn’t deny your immediate attraction to her since she was quite pleasing to look at.

“You’re not Iris,” the woman said. “Or if you are, I am much drunker than I realize.”

“I’m… I’m not,” you responded with an awkward laugh, not knowing exactly how to respond. Glances were exchanged between the two of you, studying each other from head to toe.

“I hate to interrupt this moment, but can I?” The woman motioned towards the entrance of the house.

“Oh, yes! I’m sorry, the bathroom is- well I assume you know.”

The woman rushed inside, but turned around back towards you quickly. “I’m Florence by the way, Iris’s little sister.”

She went as she was before and hurried into the restroom. You continued to talk, as to not make the entire situation more awkward than it already was.

“Ohhh, sister,” you said, the interaction all making sense. I’m y/n y/l/n, did Iris not tell you she was leaving?”

The toilet flushed from behind the door and out came Florence once again, bumping into a side table close by on her way out. “Honestly, she might have, but as you can see, I’m- I have been preoccupied more or less… as you can see.”

“She’s in Los Angeles.”She laughed, the kind of laugh that vibrates through your throat as if you had just told her the joke of the century.

“That’s not possible. Iris never goes anywhere.”

“I guess we kind of have that in common with each other,” you joked. “She listed her house on a home exchange website, so now here I am in my pajamas… in her house.”

“I can see that,” Florence smirked while also leaning a little too close to comfort towards you. “I’m just going to do myself a solid and sit down before I tackle you down with me.”

After the woman sat down, she wavered from side to side, looking as if she might tumble over any minute. “You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m good,” she chuckled. “I’m sorry about my intrusion.”

“Oh please, this is more your house than mine.”

“Despite what it looks like, I’m Iris’s semi-respectable little sister. I’ve been visiting the local pub one too many times lately and my sister usually helps me out. Unfortunately, it’s become a bit of a routine lately… so, how’s it going for you?”

“Well, not so good actually. I’m leaving on a flight tomorrow afternoon.”

“Oh… when did you get here again?”

You laughed. “About 6 hours ago.”

“Well we sure made a good impression on you, didn’t we?” Florence joked.

“No, no everyone has been welcoming,” you reassured her. “It’s just that… I haven’t quite been myself lately, and I thought by putting myself out there and coming here, I would feel less lonely. It turns out I’ve never felt more alone in my entire life.”

You waited for a response from Florence, but she sat quietly on the couch listening to you intently.

“Bet you’re glad you knocked on this door,” you chuckled.

“I am,” she spoke softly, topping it off with a smile. “So, since I’m clearly in a vulnerable state and I won’t remember a thing by morning, why is it that you haven’t quite felt yourself?”

“I just broke up with someone… yesterday. I thought doing this one thing for myself would help, but clearly life had other plans for me.”

You smiled and looked down towards the floor. You felt a little sorry for yourself, you couldn’t lie. This stranger had just endured your sad story of how you came to be in her sister’s house. It was quite pathetic now that you reflected.

“I really hate to be a bother, but do you mind if I crash here?” she asked. “I know you’re not my sister, but I’m afraid if I’m unsupervised I may find myself in a bit of a pickle.”

“Oh, yes of course. Let me grab you a blanket…” You pretended as if you knew your way around the cottage, as if someone who had been here millions of times wasn’t right in front of you.

“It’s in the cabinet below the TV.”

“Thanks,” you smiled. You opened the cabinet and found a stack of quilts and picked one off the top. You brought it over to Florence and she took it gently.

“I appreciate it. I promise in the morning, we’ll forget all about this silly interaction and I’ll be out of your hair.”

Her aversion to be in close proximity with you stung a little more than you had anticipated. You had just met this woman and for some reason you were sad about her leaving.

“I promise, it’s no problem,” you reassured her.

Florence smiled back and the two of you were face to face, standing towards each other. It was as if one of you was waiting to say or do something that would prolong your conversation. There was a tension that hung like a thick cloud over you both. You could cut it like a knife.

“Well then,” Florence huffed, “sweet dreams.”

Though her goodnight did not just stop at her farewell. In her drunken state, she leaned in close until

her lips found yours. You would have moved if it weren’t for your mind begging you to stay, telling you to savor this moment as long as you could.

This was only your mind speaking because your face told a different story; wide eyed and stunned. You weren’t sure what your next move was as this was the last thing you expected tonight.

Once Florence realized what she had done, she pulled away briskly. “I… don’t know why I did that, I’m so sorry. Clearly I’m much drunker than I realized.”

“It’s okay, I-I don’t mind,” you reassured her awkwardly.

She stood inches away from you again, her eyes roaming back and forth over your face taking everything in. “If you don’t mind, then I’d like to try that again.”

She wasted no time, pulling you in by your face now, not shying away from making you feel needed. The kiss was deeper and longer, allowing you to test the waters and prepare for its softness.

Florence pulled away again, slower this time. As you processed the events that led up to this, you hummed.

“Hmm,” your eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Bad?” Florence asked.

“Not bad, just weird.” You plopped down on the couch with a spring.

“Weird? Weird how?”

“I’ve spent so much time with the same person, that's all I’ve known. Now, I’m here in this strange place, with a person I’ve never met… and it’s kind of exciting.” You smiled and Florence smiled back, a cheeky grin.

“That’s why… I think it would be better if we just slept together,” you spat out quickly. You looked over at Florence to see how she received the information, which seemed surprisingly well. “It’s just this whole knowing I won’t see you again thing is kind of hot.”

Florence was mindlessly fiddling with your hair; twirling it around your fingers and placing it behind your ear. This wasn’t helping your case.

There was a silence that was filled by the crackling fireplace and the distant Christmas tunes playing upstairs. You waited for her response, ensuring that it was something she also wanted.

“I don’t think I have a problem with that one bit, babe,” Florence smirked.

The flood gates then burst, both of you grabbing at one another like animals. You had never had such a deep reaction to a stranger before, the feeling being so unfamiliar. You pulled away again to catch a breath and out of your own insecurity.

“I’ve been told I’m not too great at this sort of thing,” you told her. She never stopped, kissing your neck to fill the emptiness of your lips.

“What thing?” she mumbled against your skin

“You know… sex.”

Florence stopped, lifting her head up and meeting your eyes. “I’ll be the judge of that, love.”

Without any other hesitation, Florence lifted your sweater off and started just as she had begun. She kissed you harder, her tongue filling your mouth with inexplicable desire. You each exchanged whimpers that vibrated off of one another.

Florence pulled your body down with her as she lowered herself down onto the couch. You were now straddled on either side of her while you leaned down to continue.

Her mouth was like magic and you were her muse. You never experienced a need to be savored this much in your life. She filled the void of everything and everyone who had come before.

You were pulled from your thoughts when her hand snaked into your sweatpants, over your underwear. You gasped at your own sensitivity.

“Been awhile, eh?” Florence whispered, not stopping even at your squirming.

“Embarrassingly so, it seems.”

“Good, makes it more fun,” she giggled hoarsely.

For a few brief moments, she just stared. She stared so deep into your eyes while advancing her fingers into your underwear. She wanted you exactly like this, at her mercy.

“Is this alright?” she asked before going any further. You nodded your head but that wasn’t enough. “Use your words, I need to hear you say it.”

“Yes,” you answered, “yes.” That was all that it took, your answer lit a fire beneath her that ignited at your touch.

“I need these off, baby.” Florence tugged on your pants. “I can’t do much with you trapped in these pants. I need to touch you.”

You each wrestled off your pants and underwear, leaving you with nothing. “Don’t let me have all the fun,” you laughed, pulling Florence’s shirt off as well. “That’s better.”

Everything felt right now, each of you bare for one another with nothing but the cold as a barrier. You leaned down once again to lock lips with your beautiful stranger. She was clearly eager as her fingers found your wet center, no longer trapped beneath fabric.

Her two fingers spread your pussy apart, getting a feel of your everything. Your body shuttered above her, not used to the feeling. It didn’t take her long to make circles and rub her fingers on your clit. It was practically the only thing she could think about since she arrived.

You couldn’t stop yourself from squirming and moving your hips on her fingers to gain more friction. “Fuck,” Florence whispered against your lips. “You look so good like this.”

Her two fingers went farther and slipped inside your cunt, curving inward making you moan. “Shit, right there,” you whined.

“Keep making those sounds, baby girl,” Florence said as her lips traveled away from your lips.

She kissed down your cheek to your neck, sucking on the surface. Her fingers were relentless and you wanted to scream when her teeth bit down hard on the side of your neck.

Your hips kept moving, riding her fingers so deeply that the rest of the world went away. She wanted to taste every part of you, now moving on to your chest.

Her tongue poked out of her mouth, reaching for your hardened nipple. She drew her tongue in circles around your nipple, the sensation sending sparks throughout your body. Her lips latched on, sucking and pulling on your nerves so delicately.

Her actions started pushing you over the edge. “I think I’m close,” you moaned breathlessly.

Florence took this as a queue to finish out stronger. Her lips resumed their place on your own lips and she slipped her fingers out of you to rub your clit harder and quicker than before.

“I want you to cum on my fingers. Come on, baby,” Florence encouraged you.

Your body was practically twitching with pleasure as you let go. She whispered a string of praises as you rode out your high. Your chest rose and fell quickly as you tried to catch your breath. When you looked down at Florence, a mischievous grin was painted on your face.

“I’m not finished with you yet,” she smiled. She shimmied down the couch until your dripping center was hovering above her face. “I’ve wanted to taste you all night.”

You tried to prepare yourself for contact, but nothing could prepare you for the feeling of her tongue against your pussy. The sensation had you gripping onto the arm of the couch for support.

“Holy shit,” you whimpered.

She was so gentle at first, testing out the waters and savoring every moment between your legs. She moved her tongue up and down, exploring each part of you. Then, flattening her tongue to make a harder surface, her hands that were grabbing onto your hips guided them back and forth. She wanted you grinding on her tongue just like her fingers. She loved watching you beg without using words.

You knew you wouldn’t last long, but that wasn’t the point. All she wanted was to taste what she did to you. She was admiring her masterpiece.

“Florence- I can’t,” you said.

Without warning your second high came over you. It was harder than the first, and louder than the first. You practically fell on top of her as you finished.

In a flash, you suddenly became aware of the events that took place. You saw Florence’s accomplished grin and noticed your disheveled hair.

“You should… probably get some sleep,” you told her, an attempt to brush off the intimacy the two of you shared.

“I think I might find that a bit hard now,” she smiled. You stood up from the couch and lost your balance with shaking legs. “Woah there, babe. I thought I was the intoxicated one.”

“I guess I could use some sleep myself,” you laughed. “And a clean up.”

“You take this with you,” Florence gestured to the blanket you offered her to sleep. “I’ll make do with another.”

You wrapped the blanket around you, disguising your naked body. The blanket dragged behind you as you walked towards the stairs and started to walk up.

“Oh, y/n,” she got your attention. “Whoever said you were bad in bed was a liar.”

Your cheeks flushed and you smiled at the floor. “Goodnight,” you said to her.

With that, you cleaned yourself up and crawled into bed. Sleep did not find you very well that night, as you hoped you may see her face in the morning once more.

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[yelenaslyubov]

Caitlyn + Violet

[yelenaslyubov]

aw no damn it, am I too late? Your girl is so so lucky.

three years too late, friend

i consider myself extremely lucky too ;)

[yelenaslyubov]

Me @ myself anytime I open my mouth:

[yelenaslyubov]

Okay, I'm obsessed with you. Please marry me 💍🙏🏻

omg stopppp

i think my beautiful sexy masc gf would have a few choice words in protest😭

i appreciate the love tho :)

[yelenaslyubov]

haha thank you!! i appreciate it :)

A Sleepy Start

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a/n: sorry i took a little hiatus🙈between the holidays and work i found myself a little bit burnt out, but im here with this spicy story for you and i hope you enjoy it! i’ve also been working on a holiday/winter story that i still plan to post to be on the lookout for that

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ pairing: yelena belova x female reader

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ warnings: MINORS DNI (18+) smut- reader receiving & being a massive bottom, basically porn with no plot, dubcon, daddy kink, dirty talk, begging, fingering, cunnilingus, strap on, spanking, nipple play

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ description: yelena has been away on a mission for a couple days and you have found yourself crawling into bed late at night. when yelena returns, she finds it hard to wake you up and decides to wake you up in a new way

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ word count: 1.9k

You had never been a morning person. Never was and never would be. The only person that could possibly get you out of bed was Yelena. On this day in particular, not even she could pull you out of bed.

You had an exciting night out several hours prior and did not find yourself crawling into bed until the wee hours of the morning. Yelena had been gone on a mission for the past couple days so you assumed she wouldn’t be back for a while. You were surprisingly mistaken.

The sun was shining bright and hot along your bare back, an indication that it was late morning or early afternoon. You felt hands tugging at you, pulling you out of a deep sleep.

“Come on,” a voice whined. “Why won’t you get up!” You groaned in response and tried to turn over the opposite way.

“Pleaseee,” Yelena begged. “I haven’t seen you in forever… well more like two days but still.”

She tugged and pulled but you wouldn’t budge. The more she messed with you the more your body was revealed from under the sheets. Yelena intensely observed you laying on your stomach, taking in each detail such as your messy hair and sunlit skin.

An idea popped into Yelena's head that might get you out of bed, or at least to gain consciousness and join the world again.

“Y/n,” she said in a singing voice, “time to wake up.”

Yelena came down closer to your body and whispered in your ear. “Wake up or else I’m going to do it for you.”

You inhaled and exhaled deeply and sighed. You weren’t quite awake enough to move but you had gained enough consciousness to hear Yelena now. You were now more interested in where she was heading with this.

Yelena took her jacket off until she was left in a white tank top and pants. Gently she climbed on the bed and straddled your mid section.

She ran her short nails down your back, leaving red streaks in their place. The slight pain caused you to shift a little in your place. Definitely not enough to wake you up, so Yelena continued.

Her lips then made contact with your skin. She left several kisses up and down your spine, then traveled over to other soft places to call her own.

She latched onto a soft spot near your shoulder blade and sucked. She left dark purple and red spots all over your back. By this point, you were waking up. You started to feel the result of Yelena’s pleasure growing as you slowly woke up.

Despite all of Yelena’s efforts, you still did not budge. This wasn’t necessarily because you were asleep, this now turned into a game for you to see what all Yelena would do to you. There had always been a part of you that wanted to test out the water in this department and you felt like now was the perfect time.

You couldn’t tell her how desperately you wanted her because you wanted her to show how bad she wanted you. You loved when Yelena showed how much she needed every square inch of you. So, you decided to watch it play out.

Touching all over your skin did not seem to suit her just yet, so she decided to move to more sensitive parts of you to try and do the trick.

Yelena pulled down the sheet that was covering your hips and legs. You were in your usual position of slumber where you laid on your stomach with one of your legs bent to the side of you. This gave Yelena the perfect view of what she wanted most.

“Fuck,” she whispered under her breath. “I’ve missed you.”

She gripped onto your hips, squeezing them out of desperation. There was nothing more that she wanted to do than show you who you belonged to.

Yelena backed up on the bed and sat between your legs while observing your quiet frame. There was something so erotic about seeing you completely at her mercy, even if Yelena didn’t know you were enjoying every second of her touch.

“Your pretty pussy is so wet for me,” Yelena whispered before eagerly touching you where she wanted most.

She separated your folds like the pages of a book with her fingers, so gently taking in how wet she had already made you. Her fingers made quick work of circling your clit in a slow rhythm that made you silently beg for more.

All she wanted was for you to respond to her pleads of desire. The more that Yelena touched you the more aroused you become, moving your hips slightly as a form of relief.

Yelena smiled. “There’s my girl, good job.”

She kept going at the same pace. You knew Yelena well enough that this meant she was only beginning. If she had sped up then you knew that she just wanted to have all the fun with your pussy until you came however many times pleased her.

You moaned lazily and shifted in your position. “I know you’re waking up, sweet girl,” Yelena said. “I want you closer to me. I need to taste you.”

Yelena grabbed onto your hips firmly and pulled you up. You whined in protest as you were being moved.

“Don’t whine, you know you want it,” she said. “Let me play with you more baby.”

You were now propped up on your knees while your front section arched against the bed, leaving you in a doggy type position.

It didn’t take Yelena long to touch you again. Her hands were placed on your ass while her mouth latched onto your clit, causing you to whine.

“What is it? Is my girl starting to wake up?”

You were awake long ago and now you were enjoying everything that Yelena was doing. You hadn’t realized how much you missed her until your body reacted in such ways you didn’t know.

“Keep going baby, Daddy wants to hear you.”

Her tongue flattened out and ran up and down your cunt so perfectly. Just the thought of watching Yelena torture you was enough as it was.

You moaned long and desperately at her effect on you. You couldn’t help but move your hips for any kind of additional touch you could get.

“My poor needy girl,” Yelena tutted. “I see you moving your hips so good for me.”

You whined as Yelena moved her tongue around your pussy, exploring each part and savoring every taste. Her tongue poked at your entrance and you moved your hips back towards her abruptly.

You had waited around long enough, which is why you decided to finally speak up. “More,” you said, which was muffled by the bed.

“What was that?” she said. “I need you to be louder for me.”

“More,” you whined.

“You want more, sweet girl?”

“Please,” you begged, no longer caring if you were being desperate. All you wanted was more of her everywhere.

“I think I can do that for you… wait here, love.”

Yelena left the room for a couple minutes while you waited on the bed. You had turned your head towards the door so you could see her coming. When she came back, she had shed her pants in the process in exchange for the spandex harness with your favorite attachment waiting for you. Yelena’s short hair was messy and you could see her hardened nipples through her shirt, making you release a small string of profanities.

She came back just as she started; creeping over you with her mouth dragging down your spine while you readjusted to sit up on your elbows.

“Good morning,” Yelena whispered in your ear. “I hope I didn’t disturb you too much.”

“Not a bit,” you whispered back.

As Yelena nibbled back down on your back, you could feel her strap brushing occasionally against your pussy. Each time it made contact, you wanted to scream with pleasure but you held your tongue until it was appropriate. You didn’t want Yelena to have too much fun.

“You’re so fucking hot, you know that?” Yelena’s warm breath like fire against your skin. “I couldn’t wait to come home and fuck you like this. That's all I could think about.”

Yelena’s words of desire made yours grow exponentially, if that was even possible. Your hips practically exposed your own desire for Yelena, moving more every minute that she teased you.

“You’ve waited so good, angel. Do you want me?” she asked. All she wanted was to get a rise out of you, which was working.

“I want you so bad, please baby,” you begged. Though it was usually below you on regular occasion, begging seemed to fit in with your pathetic state at the moment.

Without another word, Yelena used your hips as a guide and slid her strap into you. It was a flood of arousal that greeted you now, eliciting a string of gasps and moans.

“Fuck, detka,” Yelena whined. You never understood how Yelena’s mother language turned you on so much.

Yelena’s hips moved against you, ricocheting your own hips back into hers. You were overcome by her touch as a result of all of the fun she was having.

“Please keep going,” you whined, moving your hips frantically to enhance your experience. As you moved them, Yelena’s hand spanked the side of your ass, causing you to wince.

“You let me do all the work, baby girl,” she said. “You just sit back and let me play with you.”

The bedroom now echoed of skin on skin contact and your horny pleads. Yelena knew how to bring out the best in you and the most lustful version of you.

Yelena’s hand traveled up your back and snaked to your chest where she leaned down far enough to take your nipple between her fingers. She rolled and pulled on your sensitive nipple which increased your high, arousal pooling around the strap buried deep inside you.

You were getting closer by the second and Yelena could tell. It was obvious in the way that your movements became more rigid and choppy, barely able to form fluid motion.

“Mm, does my poor girl want to cum?” Yelena taunted you and you nodded in reply, barely able to form a clear thought. “I can’t hear you.”

“Yes,” you managed to choke out. “Please, Lena. I wanna cum so bad, let me cum please.”

To finish you off, Yelena’s hand moved in between your legs while still moving her strap in and out of your pussy roughly. Her fingers made contact with your now swollen clit in order to make you unfold beneath her. It didn't take long between Yelena’s whispering orders to you, her relentless strap, and her fast pace fingers.

She had a hard time wanting to stop. She was having way too much fun having her way with you that she found herself stuck in a trance. Her fingers still on your perfect pussy made your body twitch and convulse. You finally pried her fingers away after taking all you could.

You fell into a heap on the bed, your body like jelly. Yelena kissed you more gently this time, almost as an apology for the overstimulation she might’ve caused, even if you loved every second.

“Are you alright?” Yelena asked. Your chest was rising and falling quickly as you tried to catch your breath, but you managed to slightly speak to Yelena with a giggle.

“I’m up.”

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[yelenaslyubov]

HAHA can always rely on you for an appropriate reaction😭🤭

A Sleepy Start

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a/n: sorry i took a little hiatus🙈between the holidays and work i found myself a little bit burnt out, but im here with this spicy story for you and i hope you enjoy it! i’ve also been working on a holiday/winter story that i still plan to post to be on the lookout for that

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ pairing: yelena belova x female reader

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ warnings: MINORS DNI (18+) smut- reader receiving & being a massive bottom, basically porn with no plot, dubcon, daddy kink, dirty talk, begging, fingering, cunnilingus, strap on, spanking, nipple play

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ description: yelena has been away on a mission for a couple days and you have found yourself crawling into bed late at night. when yelena returns, she finds it hard to wake you up and decides to wake you up in a new way

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ word count: 1.9k

You had never been a morning person. Never was and never would be. The only person that could possibly get you out of bed was Yelena. On this day in particular, not even she could pull you out of bed.

You had an exciting night out several hours prior and did not find yourself crawling into bed until the wee hours of the morning. Yelena had been gone on a mission for the past couple days so you assumed she wouldn’t be back for a while. You were surprisingly mistaken.

The sun was shining bright and hot along your bare back, an indication that it was late morning or early afternoon. You felt hands tugging at you, pulling you out of a deep sleep.

“Come on,” a voice whined. “Why won’t you get up!” You groaned in response and tried to turn over the opposite way.

“Pleaseee,” Yelena begged. “I haven’t seen you in forever… well more like two days but still.”

She tugged and pulled but you wouldn’t budge. The more she messed with you the more your body was revealed from under the sheets. Yelena intensely observed you laying on your stomach, taking in each detail such as your messy hair and sunlit skin.

An idea popped into Yelena's head that might get you out of bed, or at least to gain consciousness and join the world again.

“Y/n,” she said in a singing voice, “time to wake up.”

Yelena came down closer to your body and whispered in your ear. “Wake up or else I’m going to do it for you.”

You inhaled and exhaled deeply and sighed. You weren’t quite awake enough to move but you had gained enough consciousness to hear Yelena now. You were now more interested in where she was heading with this.

Yelena took her jacket off until she was left in a white tank top and pants. Gently she climbed on the bed and straddled your mid section.

She ran her short nails down your back, leaving red streaks in their place. The slight pain caused you to shift a little in your place. Definitely not enough to wake you up, so Yelena continued.

Her lips then made contact with your skin. She left several kisses up and down your spine, then traveled over to other soft places to call her own.

She latched onto a soft spot near your shoulder blade and sucked. She left dark purple and red spots all over your back. By this point, you were waking up. You started to feel the result of Yelena’s pleasure growing as you slowly woke up.

Despite all of Yelena’s efforts, you still did not budge. This wasn’t necessarily because you were asleep, this now turned into a game for you to see what all Yelena would do to you. There had always been a part of you that wanted to test out the water in this department and you felt like now was the perfect time.

You couldn’t tell her how desperately you wanted her because you wanted her to show how bad she wanted you. You loved when Yelena showed how much she needed every square inch of you. So, you decided to watch it play out.

Touching all over your skin did not seem to suit her just yet, so she decided to move to more sensitive parts of you to try and do the trick.

Yelena pulled down the sheet that was covering your hips and legs. You were in your usual position of slumber where you laid on your stomach with one of your legs bent to the side of you. This gave Yelena the perfect view of what she wanted most.

“Fuck,” she whispered under her breath. “I’ve missed you.”

She gripped onto your hips, squeezing them out of desperation. There was nothing more that she wanted to do than show you who you belonged to.

Yelena backed up on the bed and sat between your legs while observing your quiet frame. There was something so erotic about seeing you completely at her mercy, even if Yelena didn’t know you were enjoying every second of her touch.

“Your pretty pussy is so wet for me,” Yelena whispered before eagerly touching you where she wanted most.

She separated your folds like the pages of a book with her fingers, so gently taking in how wet she had already made you. Her fingers made quick work of circling your clit in a slow rhythm that made you silently beg for more.

All she wanted was for you to respond to her pleads of desire. The more that Yelena touched you the more aroused you become, moving your hips slightly as a form of relief.

Yelena smiled. “There’s my girl, good job.”

She kept going at the same pace. You knew Yelena well enough that this meant she was only beginning. If she had sped up then you knew that she just wanted to have all the fun with your pussy until you came however many times pleased her.

You moaned lazily and shifted in your position. “I know you’re waking up, sweet girl,” Yelena said. “I want you closer to me. I need to taste you.”

Yelena grabbed onto your hips firmly and pulled you up. You whined in protest as you were being moved.

“Don’t whine, you know you want it,” she said. “Let me play with you more baby.”

You were now propped up on your knees while your front section arched against the bed, leaving you in a doggy type position.

It didn’t take Yelena long to touch you again. Her hands were placed on your ass while her mouth latched onto your clit, causing you to whine.

“What is it? Is my girl starting to wake up?”

You were awake long ago and now you were enjoying everything that Yelena was doing. You hadn’t realized how much you missed her until your body reacted in such ways you didn’t know.

“Keep going baby, Daddy wants to hear you.”

Her tongue flattened out and ran up and down your cunt so perfectly. Just the thought of watching Yelena torture you was enough as it was.

You moaned long and desperately at her effect on you. You couldn’t help but move your hips for any kind of additional touch you could get.

“My poor needy girl,” Yelena tutted. “I see you moving your hips so good for me.”

You whined as Yelena moved her tongue around your pussy, exploring each part and savoring every taste. Her tongue poked at your entrance and you moved your hips back towards her abruptly.

You had waited around long enough, which is why you decided to finally speak up. “More,” you said, which was muffled by the bed.

“What was that?” she said. “I need you to be louder for me.”

“More,” you whined.

“You want more, sweet girl?”

“Please,” you begged, no longer caring if you were being desperate. All you wanted was more of her everywhere.

“I think I can do that for you… wait here, love.”

Yelena left the room for a couple minutes while you waited on the bed. You had turned your head towards the door so you could see her coming. When she came back, she had shed her pants in the process in exchange for the spandex harness with your favorite attachment waiting for you. Yelena’s short hair was messy and you could see her hardened nipples through her shirt, making you release a small string of profanities.

She came back just as she started; creeping over you with her mouth dragging down your spine while you readjusted to sit up on your elbows.

“Good morning,” Yelena whispered in your ear. “I hope I didn’t disturb you too much.”

“Not a bit,” you whispered back.

As Yelena nibbled back down on your back, you could feel her strap brushing occasionally against your pussy. Each time it made contact, you wanted to scream with pleasure but you held your tongue until it was appropriate. You didn’t want Yelena to have too much fun.

“You’re so fucking hot, you know that?” Yelena’s warm breath like fire against your skin. “I couldn’t wait to come home and fuck you like this. That's all I could think about.”

Yelena’s words of desire made yours grow exponentially, if that was even possible. Your hips practically exposed your own desire for Yelena, moving more every minute that she teased you.

“You’ve waited so good, angel. Do you want me?” she asked. All she wanted was to get a rise out of you, which was working.

“I want you so bad, please baby,” you begged. Though it was usually below you on regular occasion, begging seemed to fit in with your pathetic state at the moment.

Without another word, Yelena used your hips as a guide and slid her strap into you. It was a flood of arousal that greeted you now, eliciting a string of gasps and moans.

“Fuck, detka,” Yelena whined. You never understood how Yelena’s mother language turned you on so much.

Yelena’s hips moved against you, ricocheting your own hips back into hers. You were overcome by her touch as a result of all of the fun she was having.

“Please keep going,” you whined, moving your hips frantically to enhance your experience. As you moved them, Yelena’s hand spanked the side of your ass, causing you to wince.

“You let me do all the work, baby girl,” she said. “You just sit back and let me play with you.”

The bedroom now echoed of skin on skin contact and your horny pleads. Yelena knew how to bring out the best in you and the most lustful version of you.

Yelena’s hand traveled up your back and snaked to your chest where she leaned down far enough to take your nipple between her fingers. She rolled and pulled on your sensitive nipple which increased your high, arousal pooling around the strap buried deep inside you.

You were getting closer by the second and Yelena could tell. It was obvious in the way that your movements became more rigid and choppy, barely able to form fluid motion.

“Mm, does my poor girl want to cum?” Yelena taunted you and you nodded in reply, barely able to form a clear thought. “I can’t hear you.”

“Yes,” you managed to choke out. “Please, Lena. I wanna cum so bad, let me cum please.”

To finish you off, Yelena’s hand moved in between your legs while still moving her strap in and out of your pussy roughly. Her fingers made contact with your now swollen clit in order to make you unfold beneath her. It didn't take long between Yelena’s whispering orders to you, her relentless strap, and her fast pace fingers.

She had a hard time wanting to stop. She was having way too much fun having her way with you that she found herself stuck in a trance. Her fingers still on your perfect pussy made your body twitch and convulse. You finally pried her fingers away after taking all you could.

You fell into a heap on the bed, your body like jelly. Yelena kissed you more gently this time, almost as an apology for the overstimulation she might’ve caused, even if you loved every second.

“Are you alright?” Yelena asked. Your chest was rising and falling quickly as you tried to catch your breath, but you managed to slightly speak to Yelena with a giggle.

“I’m up.”

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[yelenaslyubov]

A Sleepy Start

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a/n: sorry i took a little hiatus🙈between the holidays and work i found myself a little bit burnt out, but im here with this spicy story for you and i hope you enjoy it! i’ve also been working on a holiday/winter story that i still plan to post to be on the lookout for that

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ pairing: yelena belova x female reader

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ warnings: MINORS DNI (18+) smut- reader receiving & being a massive bottom, basically porn with no plot, dubcon, daddy kink, dirty talk, begging, fingering, cunnilingus, strap on, spanking, nipple play

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ description: yelena has been away on a mission for a couple days and you have found yourself crawling into bed late at night. when yelena returns, she finds it hard to wake you up and decides to wake you up in a new way

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ word count: 1.9k

You had never been a morning person. Never was and never would be. The only person that could possibly get you out of bed was Yelena. On this day in particular, not even she could pull you out of bed.

You had an exciting night out several hours prior and did not find yourself crawling into bed until the wee hours of the morning. Yelena had been gone on a mission for the past couple days so you assumed she wouldn’t be back for a while. You were surprisingly mistaken.

The sun was shining bright and hot along your bare back, an indication that it was late morning or early afternoon. You felt hands tugging at you, pulling you out of a deep sleep.

“Come on,” a voice whined. “Why won’t you get up!” You groaned in response and tried to turn over the opposite way.

“Pleaseee,” Yelena begged. “I haven’t seen you in forever… well more like two days but still.”

She tugged and pulled but you wouldn’t budge. The more she messed with you the more your body was revealed from under the sheets. Yelena intensely observed you laying on your stomach, taking in each detail such as your messy hair and sunlit skin.

An idea popped into Yelena's head that might get you out of bed, or at least to gain consciousness and join the world again.

“Y/n,” she said in a singing voice, “time to wake up.”

Yelena came down closer to your body and whispered in your ear. “Wake up or else I’m going to do it for you.”

You inhaled and exhaled deeply and sighed. You weren’t quite awake enough to move but you had gained enough consciousness to hear Yelena now. You were now more interested in where she was heading with this.

Yelena took her jacket off until she was left in a white tank top and pants. Gently she climbed on the bed and straddled your mid section.

She ran her short nails down your back, leaving red streaks in their place. The slight pain caused you to shift a little in your place. Definitely not enough to wake you up, so Yelena continued.

Her lips then made contact with your skin. She left several kisses up and down your spine, then traveled over to other soft places to call her own.

She latched onto a soft spot near your shoulder blade and sucked. She left dark purple and red spots all over your back. By this point, you were waking up. You started to feel the result of Yelena’s pleasure growing as you slowly woke up.

Despite all of Yelena’s efforts, you still did not budge. This wasn’t necessarily because you were asleep, this now turned into a game for you to see what all Yelena would do to you. There had always been a part of you that wanted to test out the water in this department and you felt like now was the perfect time.

You couldn’t tell her how desperately you wanted her because you wanted her to show how bad she wanted you. You loved when Yelena showed how much she needed every square inch of you. So, you decided to watch it play out.

Touching all over your skin did not seem to suit her just yet, so she decided to move to more sensitive parts of you to try and do the trick.

Yelena pulled down the sheet that was covering your hips and legs. You were in your usual position of slumber where you laid on your stomach with one of your legs bent to the side of you. This gave Yelena the perfect view of what she wanted most.

“Fuck,” she whispered under her breath. “I’ve missed you.”

She gripped onto your hips, squeezing them out of desperation. There was nothing more that she wanted to do than show you who you belonged to.

Yelena backed up on the bed and sat between your legs while observing your quiet frame. There was something so erotic about seeing you completely at her mercy, even if Yelena didn’t know you were enjoying every second of her touch.

“Your pretty pussy is so wet for me,” Yelena whispered before eagerly touching you where she wanted most.

She separated your folds like the pages of a book with her fingers, so gently taking in how wet she had already made you. Her fingers made quick work of circling your clit in a slow rhythm that made you silently beg for more.

All she wanted was for you to respond to her pleads of desire. The more that Yelena touched you the more aroused you become, moving your hips slightly as a form of relief.

Yelena smiled. “There’s my girl, good job.”

She kept going at the same pace. You knew Yelena well enough that this meant she was only beginning. If she had sped up then you knew that she just wanted to have all the fun with your pussy until you came however many times pleased her.

You moaned lazily and shifted in your position. “I know you’re waking up, sweet girl,” Yelena said. “I want you closer to me. I need to taste you.”

Yelena grabbed onto your hips firmly and pulled you up. You whined in protest as you were being moved.

“Don’t whine, you know you want it,” she said. “Let me play with you more baby.”

You were now propped up on your knees while your front section arched against the bed, leaving you in a doggy type position.

It didn’t take Yelena long to touch you again. Her hands were placed on your ass while her mouth latched onto your clit, causing you to whine.

“What is it? Is my girl starting to wake up?”

You were awake long ago and now you were enjoying everything that Yelena was doing. You hadn’t realized how much you missed her until your body reacted in such ways you didn’t know.

“Keep going baby, Daddy wants to hear you.”

Her tongue flattened out and ran up and down your cunt so perfectly. Just the thought of watching Yelena torture you was enough as it was.

You moaned long and desperately at her effect on you. You couldn’t help but move your hips for any kind of additional touch you could get.

“My poor needy girl,” Yelena tutted. “I see you moving your hips so good for me.”

You whined as Yelena moved her tongue around your pussy, exploring each part and savoring every taste. Her tongue poked at your entrance and you moved your hips back towards her abruptly.

You had waited around long enough, which is why you decided to finally speak up. “More,” you said, which was muffled by the bed.

“What was that?” she said. “I need you to be louder for me.”

“More,” you whined.

“You want more, sweet girl?”

“Please,” you begged, no longer caring if you were being desperate. All you wanted was more of her everywhere.

“I think I can do that for you… wait here, love.”

Yelena left the room for a couple minutes while you waited on the bed. You had turned your head towards the door so you could see her coming. When she came back, she had shed her pants in the process in exchange for the spandex harness with your favorite attachment waiting for you. Yelena’s short hair was messy and you could see her hardened nipples through her shirt, making you release a small string of profanities.

She came back just as she started; creeping over you with her mouth dragging down your spine while you readjusted to sit up on your elbows.

“Good morning,” Yelena whispered in your ear. “I hope I didn’t disturb you too much.”

“Not a bit,” you whispered back.

As Yelena nibbled back down on your back, you could feel her strap brushing occasionally against your pussy. Each time it made contact, you wanted to scream with pleasure but you held your tongue until it was appropriate. You didn’t want Yelena to have too much fun.

“You’re so fucking hot, you know that?” Yelena’s warm breath like fire against your skin. “I couldn’t wait to come home and fuck you like this. That's all I could think about.”

Yelena’s words of desire made yours grow exponentially, if that was even possible. Your hips practically exposed your own desire for Yelena, moving more every minute that she teased you.

“You’ve waited so good, angel. Do you want me?” she asked. All she wanted was to get a rise out of you, which was working.

“I want you so bad, please baby,” you begged. Though it was usually below you on regular occasion, begging seemed to fit in with your pathetic state at the moment.

Without another word, Yelena used your hips as a guide and slid her strap into you. It was a flood of arousal that greeted you now, eliciting a string of gasps and moans.

“Fuck, detka,” Yelena whined. You never understood how Yelena’s mother language turned you on so much.

Yelena’s hips moved against you, ricocheting your own hips back into hers. You were overcome by her touch as a result of all of the fun she was having.

“Please keep going,” you whined, moving your hips frantically to enhance your experience. As you moved them, Yelena’s hand spanked the side of your ass, causing you to wince.

“You let me do all the work, baby girl,” she said. “You just sit back and let me play with you.”

The bedroom now echoed of skin on skin contact and your horny pleads. Yelena knew how to bring out the best in you and the most lustful version of you.

Yelena’s hand traveled up your back and snaked to your chest where she leaned down far enough to take your nipple between her fingers. She rolled and pulled on your sensitive nipple which increased your high, arousal pooling around the strap buried deep inside you.

You were getting closer by the second and Yelena could tell. It was obvious in the way that your movements became more rigid and choppy, barely able to form fluid motion.

“Mm, does my poor girl want to cum?” Yelena taunted you and you nodded in reply, barely able to form a clear thought. “I can’t hear you.”

“Yes,” you managed to choke out. “Please, Lena. I wanna cum so bad, let me cum please.”

To finish you off, Yelena’s hand moved in between your legs while still moving her strap in and out of your pussy roughly. Her fingers made contact with your now swollen clit in order to make you unfold beneath her. It didn't take long between Yelena’s whispering orders to you, her relentless strap, and her fast pace fingers.

She had a hard time wanting to stop. She was having way too much fun having her way with you that she found herself stuck in a trance. Her fingers still on your perfect pussy made your body twitch and convulse. You finally pried her fingers away after taking all you could.

You fell into a heap on the bed, your body like jelly. Yelena kissed you more gently this time, almost as an apology for the overstimulation she might’ve caused, even if you loved every second.

“Are you alright?” Yelena asked. Your chest was rising and falling quickly as you tried to catch your breath, but you managed to slightly speak to Yelena with a giggle.

“I’m up.”

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[yelenaslyubov]

question for you lovelies… would you rather have some spice with kate or yelena?

tbh i might end up writing and/or posting before the poll is up because im impatient but i would still love to know what yall think😭

[yelenaslyubov]

KINKTOBER (day 4)

pairing: yelena belova x fem!reader - lingerie

summary: yelena is a serial killer in uniform, and that turns you on. you turn her on by wearing her favorite lingerie.

warning: yelena being a serial killer so.., mentions of murder, teasing, some dirty talk

word count: 1k

an: i´m on my knees for yelena, 25/8 or something like that

The sound of Yelena zipping up her tactical uniform pulls your focus away from the TV. You glance over to see her adjusting the straps, her movements smooth and precise. The dark uniform clings to her frame, accentuating her strong, toned physique, and it's impossible to ignore the confidence she carries. She´s going to work.

She catches you staring in the mirror, and a smirk spreads across her face. “Like what you see, detka?” Her voice is dripping with playful arrogance, knowing full well the effect her uniform has on you.

“You look good,” you murmur, biting your lip as you admire the outfit.

Yelena in her killer mode does things to you, things that you can't quite explain. The combination of her dangerous edge and casual confidence sends heat spiraling through your chest.

She turns around, her eyes glinting with amusement. “Good? Just good? I’m hurt.” She places a hand dramatically over her chest but quickly drops it, her smirk only growing wider. “I’m off to hang out with someone, you know… gotta make a lasting impression.”

You know exactly what she means by that. Another target, another "job." And you should probably be more concerned, but the way she looks right now? It’s hard to think about anything other than how hot she looks in that uniform.

“Make it quick,” you tease, your eyes lingering on her. “I get lonely when you're gone.” Your voice drops just a little, enough to make your meaning clear.

Yelena quirks an eyebrow, clearly enjoying your reaction. She walks over to you, her boots heavy against the floor. When she reaches you, she grabs your chin between her fingers, leaning down until her lips are just a breath away from yours.

“Lonely, huh?” she purrs, her voice low. “Don’t worry, dorogaya, I’ll be quick. Just gotta take out the trash first.” She presses a brief but heated kiss to your lips, her smirk evident even as she pulls away. “Try not to miss me too much.”

Before you can respond, she grabs her keys and heads for the door. You watch her go, admiring the way her hips moves just perfectly. As the door clicks shut behind her, an idea sparks in your mind—a surprise she won’t see coming.

By the time Yelena returns, the apartment is dark, only the soft glow of the bedside lamp is visible. She steps inside, perfectly composed, as if she hadn’t just taken someone’s life. Not a hair out of place, her uniform pristine. No one would ever suspect what she's capable of, but you know better.

She closes the door behind her, her sharp eyes quickly scanning the room. The moment she sees you, her lips twist into a smirk. “Oh-ho, what’s this?” she drawls, her voice carrying a note of amusement as her gaze roams over you, sprawled across the bed in her favorite lingerie. The black lace leaves little to the imagination, and the way her eyes darken as she takes you in sends a thrill down your spine.

“You like?” you ask, shifting slightly under her gaze, feeling the heat of her stare. You know you’ve caught her attention now.

“Like?” she scoffs, tossing her keys onto the dresser. “Kotenok, I love it. This is a very pretty way to come home after dealing with a… tough client.” The grin on her face tells you exactly how "tough" that client was.

She steps closer, her boots heavy on the floor, each step deliberate. “You know,” she continues, her voice teasing as she stands at the edge of the bed, looking down at you. “I should go out and kill people more often if this is the kind of welcome I get.”

You laugh, but it’s cut short when she reaches out, her fingers brushing against the lace of your lingerie. Her touch is light, but it’s enough to send a shiver through you.

“You wore my favorite,” she comments, her eyes locked on yours as she traces a path up your thigh. The teasing smirk on her lips never falters. “Trying to butter me up, huh?”

“Maybe,” you reply, trying to keep your voice steady under her gaze. But Yelena knows exactly what she’s doing, and you can feel your confidence wavering as her fingers trail lazily along your skin.

“How thoughtful of you,” she murmurs, leaning in closer. Her breath is warm against your skin as she whispers, “But I think you’re the one who’s going to be begging for attention, kotenok.”

You swallow hard, your bravado slipping under her intense gaze. She tilts her head slightly, her smirk widening when she notices how your breath hitches.

“Aw, look at you,” she purrs, her tone a mixture of affection and amusement. “All this effort to look pretty for me, and now you’re nervous?” Her fingers brush along the lace at your waist, her touch light and teasing. “What happened to all that confidence earlier, hm?”

Your mouth opens, but no words come out. Yelena’s eyes glint with mischief as she leans down, her lips just inches from yours.

“That’s what I thought,” she whispers, her lips brushing against your skin. “I love when you try so hard for me. But let’s be honest… I like you even more when you can’t handle it.”

You shiver, feeling the weight of her words settle over you. Yelena’s hand lingers on your thigh, her touch sending heat through your body as her smirk deepens.

“Now,” she says, her voice low and playful, “why don’t you let me show you what happens when you look this good for me?”

Thank you for reading!!:)

[yelenaslyubov]

Kinktober Day 10: Sex Pollen

Yelena Belova x f!reader

warnings: smut (18+, mdni), dubcon/cnc, sex pollen, aphrodisiac, fingering, kissing, use of pet names

word count: 531

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During a recon mission with Yelena, you had come across a stray chemical used to keep the widows submissive. You had accidentally inhaled some after one of the glass vials you had retrieved slipped and broke. Yelena was unsure what to do, as you were in a foreign country with not a lot of reception. She had taken you to a safehouse to lay low until riding out the unknown effects. You were writhing with pain, yet somehow, totally aroused and begging for her to touch you.

“Please, I need you, just one time, nobody will ever know.” You pleaded, hot tears rolling down your cheeks as you reached out for her. Yelena was pacing back and forth, on the phone with Bruce trying to get answers.

“Yelena, from what I do know, which isn’t much, is that this chemical was designed to increase libido and drive the breeding instinct to raise more widows.” Bruce told her, leaving out the remedy, though Yelena had a hunch as to what it was. Yelena huffed, thanking him before hanging up the phone. She turned to you, looking at your pleading gaze before shaking her head.

“Let’s fix you, devochka. Don’t want my pretty girl suffering like this.” The blonde cautiously murmured, though it came out as a low growl. You smiled weakly, pulling her outstretched hand so that she fell atop you on the bed. She chuckled, leaning down to kiss your neck. You whined, needing more contact. Yelena bit down on your neck sucking a bruise onto the flushed skin. Her hand trailed down your clothes, dipping below the waistband of your pants. 

Her fingers brushed over your covered core, feeling the wetness seep through the thin material. You moaned, finally feeling her where you need her. She trailed her lips up to yours, capturing your mouth in a heated kiss. Your hips bucked up into her hand, pressing her to continue. She pulled your panties to the side, swiping her fingers through your folds. 

Your eyes rolled back, the feeling of her skin on yours almost euphoric. She plunged two fingers into your pussy, setting a fast pace. You gasped into her mouth, allowing her to deepen the kiss. She pressed her thumb to your clit, rubbing it in small circles. You mewled against her, gripping her tightly as she worked you towards an orgasm. 

She broke the kiss to take in your face. Your eyes were screwed shut, mouth slightly open, cheeks flushed a rosy pink. You were in absolute bliss and Yelena cooed at the sight of you. She wished to keep this moment, forever, just the two of you so tightly involved in each other.

You were quickly coming to climax, Yelena’s expert fingers working you to your core. You were moaning very loudly at this point, damn near impossible to reign your volume in. Yelena kept pressing her lips to your neck, whispering quiet pleas for you to let go. You gripped her arm, feeling your release burst through you. You whimpered, legs shaking as she rode you through your orgasm.

“When we get back to the complex, you are not leaving my bedroom for a second.”

Love, A

[yelenaslyubov]

[yelenaslyubov]

The way vi is holding cait's arm

From: star_ry_eyed (twitter)

[yelenaslyubov]

Do you think I have Forgotten? | N. Scatorrcio

A/N: lol I understand this is late, but life is wild sometimes. Teen Timeline / 1996-1998.

TW: Drug Use, Alcohol, Implied Smut, cursing. +18 MINORS DNI

Pairing: Natalie Scatorccio x GN!Reader | Word Count: 2.4K+

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February 14, 1996 - Dove Creek Trailer Park Lot 7

Nat and I sat in my room listening to the latest Nirvana Track I got my hands on, as she smoked a cigarette and swayed around the room. I grabbed my guitar to try to match the chords, I stood up and said “Natalie Scatorrcio This one is for you and Happy Valentines Day to my Not girlfriend but my soulmate.” She busted out laughing as I strummed the chords to Heart Shaped Box and tried to hold my composure as I sang. Nat continued to smoke and dance around the room, “you know we should probably just date and make things official so your mom can stop asking us” I busted out laughing “maybe we should just get married so you never have to go back

Home?” She started laughing with me, “well if we are talking fantasies let’s both go to college and work on Wall Street together.” I couldn’t keep up with the chords and my stomach was hurting from laughing so hard.

“Well when we get married how many kids are we going to have?” Nat laughed and said “this one is easy we will have 8 kids and live in the same trailer park we do now, both of us can work at Joey's Bar and live the life we were destined to live” I took a drag from the cigarette I had just lit, “or we could have three kids, move to Los Angeles, start a band and be better than this trailer park and our parents.” She smiled and looked down. “Yeah.. a dream.” She stood up and said “I hate to go but Lottie and Jackie planned this stupid sleepover thing. I’ll catch you later.”

There was never a later.

April 1996 - Wiskayok High School

Walking through the hallways of this school felt more like purgatory than reality, down the hallway I saw Natalie Scatorccio grabbing out a small brown bag out of her locker. Holding the tape I had made her with Nirvana, Soundgarden, and Pearl Jam, I started walking towards her, when Kevyn Tan walked up. “Ugh” I attempted to put the tape back into my backpack but it fell on the floor instead, and was kicked across the hall by Jeff Sedecki.

“Watch where you are going asshole.” Jeff turned around smirking at me, before grabbing the collar of my jean jacket “what did you just say to me?” If looks could kill I would have been dead, “JEFF WHAT THE FUCK LET THEM GO!” I heard a familiar voice and the sounds of footsteps, Natalie, Shauna, and Jackie were all basically running towards me and Jeff. Jeff dropped the collar of my jacket and pushed me away, “Next time watch your mouth, and don’t have your little girlfriend save you.”

Shauna and Natalie looked at me with concerned expressions, “uh I have to go.. bye.” I took my backpack and guitar and ran towards the doors that lead to the parking lot. The words little girlfriend rang in my head, Nat and I were just friends, she would never go for me.. she liked Kevyn. I started my orange 1976 Jeep Wagoner, and hit the steering wheel, all I wanted was a joint and beer. I drove home, Dove Cove Trailer Park, I lived 4 houses down from Natalie and her mom. Thankfully my mom was gone to her second job when I pulled in, will this nightmare ever end?

May 1996- Wiskayok High School Pep Rally

I walked into the gym gripping my backpack strap, I’ve been avoiding Natalie since the Jeff incident in the hallway. She was one of my best friends and I couldn’t miss celebrating her win at State. I sat at the top of the bleachers away from everyone, I rolled the sleeves of my flannel up slightly and awaited for the girls to come out.

“YOUR STATE SOCCER CHAMPIONS WISKAYOK HIGH YELLOWJACKETS !!! BUZZ BUZZ BUZZ” the AV club announcer said into the microphone.

I watched Jackie, Lottie, Shauna, Van, Taissia, Laura Lee, I began to bounce my leg getting impatient since Natalie had not run out from behind the Gym doors yet. After Laura Lee walked out a freshman I can never remember the name of and then Natalie… I tried to hide my smile as I pulled my camera out of my bag to take a picture of her at this moment. Once all of the girls had come out into the gym Nat caught me looking at her and smiled slightly. “your little girlfriend” the funniest part was Nat wasn’t little, she was only an inch shorter than me. When she smiled at me a wave of guilt came over me, we hadn’t spoken in a month, I’ve been avoiding her.. I knew there was a party in the woods celebrating the yellowjackets win and their push to nationals in Seattle.. was it crazy for me to go?

I was pulled out of my thoughts as Misty frigging Quigley screamed “Buzz Buzz Buzz” for what felt like five minutes straight. I had seen Nat and she was okay so it’s time to go. I grabbed my bag and headed down the stairs and out the door. I need space to clear my head, anywhere but here.

May 1996 - In the Woods at the Yellowjackets Championship Party

I had scored acid and weed from my cousin who would kill me if he knew I was bringing it to a high school party, but what he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him. I walked up looking around for Nat when I felt someone bump into me, “Hey watch where you-“ Lottie Matthew turned to me and smiled “oh hey! Are you looking for Nat? Last time I saw her she was trying to find someone with weed.. I’m actually glad you are here, could you help with the keg? Its not working, and Jeff is an idiot so I don’t trust him.”

I nodded and followed Lottie to the broken Keg, I realized that whoever put the spear in didn’t put it in correctly. “Lottie, who put the spear in? They almost bent the damn thing..” she blushed a bit “Yeah that would be me, I thought I could get it… can you fix it?” I nodded and smiled a bit before taking the spear out of the keg and placing it in the right spot allowing the beer to flow out. I grabbed a cup and poured some for Lottie, “here you go, I’m glad I could hel-“ “THANK GOD YOU ARE HERE! No one has any weed on them, you can’t trust anyone to bring anything these days” Nat interrupted and grabbed me by the arm before Lottie could say anything.

The warmth of Nats hand felt like a thousand suns, “Oh Hello to you too, how do you know I-“ She pulled me behind a tree and hugged me as tight as she could when no one could see, “I’m sorry.. we just haven’t talked in a long time and honestly I miss you.” I smiled at her, “I missed you too Nat, and I do have weed and acid…” we both said in unison “Adam” the name of my cousin and one of the only people who would sell to minors; He has no moral compass.

I gave Nat a joint and half a tab of acid, “Don’t get into too much trouble tonight okay? We can walk home together.” She smiled at me and kissed me quickly, “You got it, and don’t tell anyone I was sappy earlier.” She walked away while I sat stunned from the kiss, I looked up to find Misty Quigley sneaking around, I rolled my eyes and lit the joint, tonight will be a night to remember.

After four beers, a joint, and a tab of acid I felt like I was doing more than being faded.. I walked around looking for Natalie who was arguing with the rest of the Yellowjackets. I shrugged and sat near the tree Natalie and I were at earlier, 30 minutes went by and Nat marched up to me. “Can we go? They have ruined my high completely. Also, can I stay at your house tonight? My mom is in a mood.” I nodded and Nat helped me

Up. We cut through the woods and ended up at the back of our trailer park, as we walked up to my door I realized my moms car was gone again. I unlocked the door and pushed it open, Nat walked in first and towards my room. I took my shoes off by the door, and fed the cat before walking to my bedroom. When I pushed the door open Nat was standing there in her bra and underwear digging in my drawers, “Oh I’m sorry i uh-“ I turned around quickly and embarrassed “left middle drawer.. for um.. the tshirts..” Nat started laughing and started walking towards me, “turn around don’t be embarrassed to like what you see, weirdo.” I chuckled “I didn’t know if we were on that type of level..” Nats arms snaked around my waist as she whispered “We can be..” the night after that was blurry, clothes were flying and emotions were really high.

I woke up the next morning, without my shirt on and Nat was nowhere to be found. There was a note left on my nightst that said “Had to go win the national thing.. sorry I left without saying bye.. we can celebrate when I come back. - your little girlfriend” I smiled to myself and realized that she had left my lipstick-stained shirt laying next to me on the bed.

Maybe we are more than.. friends.

June 1996- 3 Days After the Yellowjackets Plane goes down

I haven’t been to school in three days.. I haven’t eaten or showered either. The news kept cycling the story.. every channel was something about the missing girls soccer team. My mom walked into my room, “please eat something..” I turned over to face the wall, I heard a loud sigh coming from my doorway “they will find them.. honey Natalie would hate to see you like this” I stood up quickly and got in my moms face “you don’t know the first thing about what she would want, SO DON'T TRY TO TELL ME SHIT.” I grabbed my flannel, my Walkman, and put on my converse before pushing past my mom and running out of the house. She's missing… or dead..

October 1996- Wiskayok, New Jersey

I didn’t apply for university.. I didn’t plan my life after the plane went down.. it felt pointless. I was working at the local bar cleaning tables for $2 an hour. The world barely seemed to pass me by, I hated it here.. but I hated it more that I couldn’t forget her.

January 1998- Wiskayok, New Jersey

“after 19 months the Wiskayok High School Yellowjackets Girls soccer team has been found and the survivors are on their way to the Wiskayok Airport. Law Enforcement stated that a few of the team members weren’t not located and all of the survivors have to give statements. We are being told some of the names of the survivors are Charlotte Matthew’s, Shauna Shipman, Vanessa Palmer, Taissia Turner, Misty Quigley, and… Natalie Scatorccio. Other remaining Survivors have not been named by law enforcement yet and will be transported to Wiskayok General Hospital for follow up. Welcome home Girls.”

I grabbed my bag and started out of the door, my boss Joey yelled “KID YOU BETTER GET BACK HERE OR

KISS YOUR JOB GOOD BY-“ with that the door slammed shut behind me and I got on my skateboard and rode like hell to the airport which was 3 miles down the road.

Once I arrived the plane with the survivors didn’t land yet, I stood at the roped off section surrounded by other family members, it only took 30 minutes for the plane to land and for law enforcement to start unloading the girls, dressed in black zip up hoodies out walked the remaining survivors, the Taylor’s were screaming crying along side Jeff, while I searched the line for Natalie’s blonde hair. Once she stepped off the plane I ran under the rope “NAT! HEY NATALIE!!” Nat looked up and had tears filling her eyes while Law Enforcement began yelling at me to back up two police officers stepped between us, I reached for her hand, she grabbed on to me and I yelled as loud as I could “I AM SORRY NAT, I LOVE YOU PLEASE BE OKAY” before Nat had the chance to answer I was being pulled out of the line and being brought off the property.

January 1998- 3 weeks later, Wiskayok General Hospital

I checked in for a visitor's pass, and the nurse looked at me with confusion on her face. “You aren’t family. I saw you on the news that you broke police barricades.” I groaned “I am in love with her and it has been 19 months please..” the nurse's eyes narrowed as Deborah Shipman walked up behind me and requested two passes, one for herself and one for me. “Nancy, Y/N is with me to give us the passes.” The nurse reluctantly gave me a pass as I thanked Mrs. shipman. She smiled and said not to mention it. I walked up to Room 721. They put all of the Yellowjackets on the top floor with security.. I knocked softly and entered the room. Nat was still hooked up to some machines with antibiotics, fluids, and she had a tray of food in front of her refusing to eat it. “Hey..” I said softly as I walked into the room, she rolled over grinning, “hey.”

I smiled and tried to lighten the mood “I uh… brought you some stuff.” I handed her a bag of self care items like deodorant, shampoo, and a box of blonde dye to fix her roots since she has always hated her dark hair. She laughed a little, “thank you. I am sor-“ I sat on the bed next to her, “don’t apologize.” She teared up, “I thought you would have forgotten about me.. we were gone for so long…” “you think I would forget you? Do you think I have forgotten? About you? About that night?” Natalie shook her head and looked away from me before she started speaking “I slept with Travis twice while we were stranded.. I’m sorry.” It felt like I was shot in the chest, “thank you for telling me.. uh here is a Walkman and a tape I made for you. I shouldn’t be here and I should go.” She turned to me and tried to beg me to stay.

I couldn’t stay, it was 19 months… I hadn’t forgotten, but maybe she forgot about me..