#sorry for the late reply I was swamped with work

[hsubeans]

Hi, profundis reader here. i want to ask to be sure, the 10 chaptera posted aren't all 5 volumes of profundis right? Or is there more of the translation but only can be accessed after i follow the gform?

Yes, if you filled the google form, you will be given access to the complete translation (which we finished tl-ing last month).

extra 2 and 3 are the two chapters left to release to public.

[princesskealie]

It's so awesome that you're writing a psychological thriller! That's my favorite genre

ahhh thank you so much!! and omg that's so cool that it's your favorite genre!! it's funny, i'd pretty much written mostly in the fantasy genre before, but this idea just hit me out of nowhere and i didn't realize until much later that i was writing a psychological thriller ah ha! i'd definitely like to write more in this genre in the future, i've got ideas for a sequel hehe!

right now i've just begun "querying" this novel, which is basically just submitting it to agents in hopes of getting representation...at some point, hopefully one of my books will get that yes!

it's a long process ("thanks for your submission! we'll get back to you in 2393498743 business days!") but a dream agent i submitted to recently referred me to another dream agent and said my pages were very good AFKDAJSLKFAJLJF so that's exciting hehe!!! whatever happens, i won't give up!

[syluslnd]

Hii love✨✨

If it’s ok with you i was wondering can you write one where he has been super busy lately and kept forgetting your dates and as much as you were understanding, you felt bad so he promised to makeup for your birthday but he get caught up at work again.

How he will react and compromise for it ??

sylus who forgot your birthday

You sat on the edge of the couch, your fingers tracing the seam of a throw pillow, lost in thought. The glow from the dim light in your living room cast long shadows across the room, making it feel colder, emptier.

You had told yourself not to get upset—that you understood how busy Sylus had been lately. He has the weight of entire missions on his shoulders, of course, he’s stretched thin. You had repeated that so many times over the past few weeks each time he had to cancel a date or when messages went unanswered for days at a time.

But this time… this time it was different. Today was your birthday and Sylus had forgotten.

The soft hum of your phone on the table pulled you from your thoughts. It was a message from him, brief as usual: “Sweetie, I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to you. Just been swamped. Soon, I promise.”

That was it. Another promise. Another “soon.” You felt the familiar pang of disappointment settle in your chest but this time it was sharper, more persistent. You swallowed hard, fighting the sting in your eyes. You had been so patient, so understanding. You had excused his absence time and time again. But now…now it felt like your own feelings had been set aside, like your importance had been brushed off.

You stared at the message your fingers hovering over the screen. Normally, you’d reply with a simple “It’s okay” followed by reassurance that you understood. That you weren’t upset. But tonight, that lie felt too heavy. So you left it unanswered.

A few hours later the sound of Sylus entering your apartment broke the silence. His footsteps were light, almost hesitant, as he walked toward you. “Kitten?” His voice was low soft—only ever that way with you. He appeared in the doorway, his usual sharp, commanding demeanor softened by the sight of you, curled up on the couch.

You didn’t look up. “Hey” you muttered, voice barely above a whisper.

He walked closer, standing before you. “Sweetie, I’m sorry” he repeated, his tone thick with exhaustion but his words felt rehearsed. “I lost track of time. Work’s been relentless.”

You nodded still not meeting his gaze your heart pounding in your chest. The urge to just accept his apology to say it didn’t matter, weighed heavily on you. But this time, the words wouldn’t come.

Sylus tilted his head, sensing the shift in your usual response. “Kitten… talk to me. What’s going on?”

You closed your eyes for a moment, gathering your courage. “It’s my birthday today” you whispered the words trembling as they escaped your lips. “you forgot.”

The silence that followed was suffocating. You could feel the tension building between you like the space around you had suddenly grown smaller, tighter.

His jaw clenched, his eyes darkening with realization. “Shit… I—” He knelt in front of you, his hands reaching for yours but you pulled them back, crossing your arms instead. “Sweetie, I didn’t mean to—”

“You’re always busy” you cut him off, voice shaking. “I know your work is important I get it, I really do. But you keep… missing things. Canceling plans. I try not to say anything because I don’t want to make things harder for you but…” You finally looked at him, your eyes glistening with unshed tears. “It hurts, Sylus. It hurts to feel like I’m not important enough.”

His eyes softened at your words and for a moment he looked almost… pained. His hand hovered near you, unsure of whether to touch you. “Kitten, you are important. You know that.”

“Am i ?” you asked, your voice breaking. “Because it doesn’t feel like it. Not when you forget something as important as today.”

Sylus’s breath hitched. He reached for you again more gently this time cupping your face in his large hands, his thumb brushing over your cheek. “I’m sorry” he said, his voice low and rough with guilt. “I fucked up. I should’ve been here. I should’ve been better for you.”

His usual stoic demeanor cracked and for the first time in a long time you saw vulnerability in his eyes. “I hate that I’ve made you feel like this.”

You wanted to give in to accept the apology and let it all go but something inside you kept pushing. “You keep saying you’re sorry but nothing changes” you said quietly. “I need to know that I matter to you. I need you to show me, not just tell me.”

Sylus let out a frustrated breath his hands dropping to his sides, the tension between you palpable. “You do matter. You matter more than anything.”

He stood, running a hand through his hair, pacing slightly his frustration turning inward. “I’ve been so caught up in everything else… I didn’t realize how much I’ve been hurting you. I never wanted to hurt you, sweetie.”

The room felt thick with the weight of unspoken emotions, his words hanging in the air. You watched him your heart aching torn between the deep love you had for him and the frustration that had been building for so long.

Finally, Sylus turned to face you again his gaze intense, filled with something raw. “I’ll do better. I swear, I’ll make it up to you. I can’t stand knowing that I let you down like this.”

You didn’t respond immediately, your own emotions swirling. You wanted to believe him, but the hurt was still fresh. “I don’t need grand gestures, Sylus” you said softly. “I just need you to be here. Really be here.”

He closed the distance between you in two strides, kneeling in front of you again, his hands resting on your knees. “I will. From now on… I will.”

You stared at him for a long moment before finally nodding though the ache in your chest hadn’t fully faded. Sylus gently pulled you into his arms holding you close as though he was afraid of losing you. His voice was barely a whisper against your hair. “I love you, kitten. I’m sorry I didn’t show it the way you needed.”

You let yourself relax into his embrace, your heart still heavy but slightly soothed by the sincerity in his words. It would take time but maybe—just maybe—things could change.

A week had passed since that night and true to his word Sylus had been more present, more attentive. But today, he had something different planned—something special.

He had insisted on keeping it a surprise driving you across the city with a small, knowing smile that kept you guessing. You loved surprises but with Sylus it was hard to predict what he had up his sleeve. So when the car finally pulled up to the mall, you were taken aback when he led you to the Build-A-Bear Workshop.

Your heart fluttered. Sylus hated malls, crowds, anything remotely cute or fluffy but he knew how much you loved plushies and this? This was so out of his comfort zone it almost made you laugh.

“You… brought me here?” you asked, incredulous, as you stared up at the storefront.

Sylus smirked his arm slipping around your waist, pulling you close. “You love this kind of thing, right?” His voice was smooth but there was a subtle unease in his tone, like he wasn’t entirely sure if he was doing this right.

You looked at him trying to hide your amusement. “I do… but you don’t.”

He shrugged his expression softening. “It’s not about me, kitten. Today’s about you.”

With that he pushed the door open and you stepped inside. The store was empty—completely deserted, except for one employee who stood at the counter, smiling warmly. You glanced around, frowning slightly. “Where is everyone?”

Sylus’ grip on your waist tightened slightly, his lips brushing your ear as he whispered, “Rented the place out. Just for us.”

Your eyes widened and you turned to face him. “You rented out the whole store?”

His smirk deepened. “Figured we’d need some privacy for this.” There was a glint of mischief in his eyes but you could tell he was serious about making this special.

Before you could say anything else the employee walked up to you, holding two plush bears in her arms. “Welcome! I’ve got a little surprise for you both.” She extended the plushies, one for each of you.

You took yours and couldn’t help the giggle that escaped when you realized—the bear looked just like you but it was completely naked. You glanced at the one in Sylus’s hand—it was a perfect match for him, also unclothed. The resemblance was uncanny, down to the smallest details.

“Wait” you said, laughter bubbling up in your chest. “These are supposed to be us?”

Sylus looked down at his bear, his brow furrowing slightly. “They are” he muttered, clearly uncomfortable. He held the plush like it was a foreign object, looking utterly out of place in the brightly colored whimsical environment. You couldn’t help but laugh again the sight of him—tall, broad and imposing—in a Build-A-Bear store, holding a tiny version of himself was almost too much.

“sweetie..don’t laugh” he grumbled, though there was a faint smile playing at the corner of his lips. “This was harder than I thought it’d be.”

“I’m not laughing at you” you managed between giggles. “I’m just… surprised.”

The employee gestured toward the walls lined with endless clothing options for the bears. “You two can dress them up however you like. We’ve got unlimited items for you to choose from, so go wild!”

You looked at Sylus, grinning. “Oh, this is going to be fun.”

Sylus shot you a wary glance as if he wasn’t entirely sure how he’d gotten himself into this. But he followed you over to the wall of tiny outfits, watching as you eagerly picked through the options, holding up various shirts, pants and accessories.

“Here, put this on your bear” you said, handing him a little leather jacket. It was almost comical how serious he looked as he tried to wrestle his bear into the jacket, his large hands clumsy with the delicate fabric.

He sighed heavily clearly out of his element and you couldn’t help but giggle again. “You’re doing great” you teased, leaning over to help him adjust the tiny jacket. “Very badass.”

He shot you a sidelong glance his expression softening at the sound of your laughter. “I look ridiculous.”

“No” you said, smiling as you dressed your own bear. “You look cute.”

He rolled his eyes but didn’t protest, his usual gruff demeanor softened by the fact that this—however awkward for him—was for you. He had gone through the trouble of planning something so completely opposite of who he was, all because he knew how much you loved it.

After a while you both had your bears fully dressed—yours in an adorable pastel outfit with a tiny skirt and sweater and Sylus’s bear looking every bit as tough as him in the leather jacket and sunglasses.

You turned to look at Sylus who was standing there, holding his bear like it was the most absurd thing in the universe but there was a softness in his gaze as he looked at you. “You’re happy?” he asked, his voice low.

You smiled up at him your heart swelling with affection. “I’m more than happy. This is perfect.”

He stepped closer pulling you into his arms, his bear tucked awkwardly under one arm as he leaned down to press a kiss to your forehead. “Good. I wanted to give you something that wasn’t just an apology… but something that shows I’m listening. That I care.”

You rested your head against his chest feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath your cheek. “You did” you whispered, your voice filled with emotion. “Thank you, Sylus.”

He pulled back slightly his eyes searching yours. “I’m not done making it up to you, kitten. This is just the start.”

You smiled softly, feeling the weight of his words. “I don’t need anything else. Just… this. Just you.”

His hand came up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing gently over your skin. “You’ll always have me. I promise.”

For the first time in a while, the ache that had settled in your heart was replaced with warmth. You knew he meant it and as you stood there in the middle of the empty Build-A-Bear, holding your matching plushies, you realized that this—this silly, thoughtful gesture—meant more than any grand apology ever could. Sylus had shown up for you, in his own way and that was all you had ever really wanted.

[fanged-fanfics]

👑🧡 Wukong and Macaque x GN reader — Bedtime (Drabble) 💜🌙

Genres: Romance, Fluff, Poly || they/them pronouns for reader || Warnings: Overworking

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It was late at night, but you still had a personal project you needed to finish up. It had already taken you way longer than you had expected. You already had it in your head that if you wanted any hope of completing this, it was gonna have to be an all-nighter. You were writing down the necessary information, arm already sore from the work and eyes feeling heavy. You had your other hand on your cheek in hopes of keeping yourself up.

As you worked, the time ticked on, getting deeper and deeper into the night. Everything in you was begging for you to sleep, but you steeled yourself to keep going. That is until you felt a warm hand over your own. You looked up, jolting a little in surprise at the sudden arrival. Wukong was giving you a small look of concern, a gentle smile accompanying it. "Hey, Sunshine. You've been working for hours" the King pointed out gently, slowly lifting your sore hand. You let the writing utensil fall from your grip as he gently kissed the center of your palm. "Mmn, I know. But I've got so much work to do still..." You mumbled in reply

"Too much to even see us?" another voice called from your other side. Your turned, seeing Macaque come up through a portal in the floor with that smirk on his face "You must really be swamped, hon". You gave a small chuckle that faded to a deep sigh. Macaque noticed, pulling up a chair to sit next to you and rub your shoulder as Wukong gently massaged your other hand. "I'm sorry," You said gently "I got so caught up in what I needed to do". Macaque gave a small hum. "I think you've done enough for tonight, Mooncake. Time for bed"

"Bed?" You repeated, like the idea was absolutely insane "I can't, I've still got to-". "You won't be able to get anything done if you can't even move your hand, Sunshine" Wukong gently cut in, kissing the inner wrist of your sore arm. "I'll be okay" You protested "Just a few more paragraphs, then I can call it a night". "It's already well past the middle of the night, love" Macaque responded with a raised eyebrow as he looked to the nearest clock. You gave another sigh "I promise, guys, I'm fine".

Macaque and Wukong glanced to one another before looking back at you. "At least take a break" Macaque offered, Wukong chiming up after him "You'll work much better if you do". Despite being sure there was something more to this, you ended up agreeing. Your mind was starting to fog from all the working, so maybe this would help after all

Your boyfriends set to work the second you agreed. Macaque helped you get into pajamas, Wukong made you a comfort snack and grabbed your favorite blanket. They then set up the couch, letting you sit in between them as they gently squished you in from both sides. Wukong grabbed the remote and behan flicking through channels. "What do you feel like watching, Sunbeam?" he asked you. You gave a dull hum as the channels flicked past, until picking the first vaguely recognizable thing you could see

With the TV on and your boyfriends on either side, you easily fell into feeling content. Especially since they weren't arguing this time around. You enjoyed the snack you were given, glad to have something to help fill your stomach. The warmth from the blankets and the swimming of your tired head gave way to fatigue soon enough. You didn't realize how tired you really were until now

After seeing you yawn for the third time, Macaque leaned against your shoulder with a chuckle "Looks like you're tired, Mooncake". This time you gave an 'mhm' in reply. Wukong scooted in, gently scooping you up in his arms. You were still wrapped in a blanket, but now in a bridal carry as well. "Should we head to bed now?" Wukong asked, and you nodded as you leaned against his chest. With that, Macaque used a shadow portal to give the three of you a quick entrance to the bedroom you shared

Wukong placed you down in the middle, Macaque to your left and the Sage to your right. They cuddled in, wrapping their arms and tails around you to tangle you in their embrace. It was a soothing kind of warm, one that helped you slip even further into sleep. Wukong kissed your cheek and Macaque rubbed your back as you drifted off, both of them bidding you a softly spoken goodnight as they tucked you in

[fluentmoviequoter]

Yell at Me and Tell Me You Love Me

Requested Here!

Pairing: Tim Bradford x fem!reader

Summary: You distance yourself from Tim because you think he is still in love with Isabel. When he confronts you about why you've been avoiding him, you accidentally tell him the truth.

Warnings: angst to fluff, argument, friends to lovers, the timeline of Tim and Isabel's relationship is probably off but I needed to make everything fit

Word Count: 3.0k+ words

A/N: The first title I typed was "Yell at Me, Tell Me You Love Me, But Don't Push Me Away" and I'd just like to say (a very sarcastic) you're welcome for shortening it. (Unless you like the original, then I'm sorry.)

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Masterlist | Tim Bradford Masterlist | Request Info/Fandom List

You met Tim Bradford less than a week after he left the Army and quickly became one of his closest friends. Despite the secret kisses shared without thought, holding each other tightly for no reason, and falling asleep in each other’s arms, you continue to be just friends with Tim Bradford. Being part of his life for so long means you’ve seen more than most. You were at Tim and Isabel’s wedding, gave him a place to stay after the divorce, and you fell in love with him without even trying.

Since his divorce from Isabel, you’ve shared a few more thoughtless kisses, said “I love you” before ending phone calls, and slept in the same bed simply for comfort on more than one occasion. You know you need to stop, however, because Tim is still attached to Isabel, as far as you can tell. She calls occasionally, and he rushes to answer the phone, leaving you like an afterthought as the woman he truly loves becomes available again. You’re unwilling to be a rebound or a distraction while Tim works on his relationship with Isabel, but you can’t decide how to set a boundary you don’t want.

It's nearly midnight, and you can’t sleep with thoughts of Tim running through your head. As you consider the idea of simply giving him space, letting him know that you both have things you need to deal with before you can be his friend again, your phone rings. Tim’s name and face light up your dark room and life before you answer.

“Hey,” you greet.

“Hi. I- did I wake you up?” Tim asks.

“No, I couldn’t sleep.”

“Me neither. Are you okay?”

When Tim asks that question, you realize that the only thing you want from or for Tim is for him to be happy. Alone, in the dark, you acknowledge that the only way for him to be happy is if you are willing to move out of the way of what he really wants. If you step away and give him room to work out his feelings toward Isabel, maybe he can find what he wants and focus entirely on that.

Tim says your name, and you rush to say, “Yeah, I’m fine, just- just thinking.”

“You want me to come over?” he offers.

“No,” you answer quickly – too quickly. “It’s late, and I’m really fine. Are you?”

Tim sighs before answering, “I guess. Isabel called today to tell me she’s going back to rehab. She wants me to come by once a week, act as part of her support plan.”

“Do you think it’s a good idea?”

“I enabled Isabel for so many years that I don’t know.”

“You’ll do the right thing, Tim. You always do.”

A memory of last week, when Tim kissed you during a walk on the beach, flashes through your mind. Was that the right thing?

“Or you have too much faith in me,” he argues.

“I think I have just the right amount of faith in you.”

“It’s your turn to pick dinner on Friday.”

You see an opening to pull back and tighten your grip on your phone as you ask, “Actually, can we skip this week? I’m swamped and don’t know if I’ll be able to make it. I’d hate to leave you waiting.”

Tim hesitates before agreeing, “Sure. Just let me know when you’re free. We can do whatever you want.”

“I will,” you reply softly. “I’m getting tired now, though, so goodnight, Tim. And good luck with Isabel and your decision.”

“Yeah, thanks. Goodnight.”

You bite your tongue to keep from saying I love you one last time, and as you set your phone down, actively pulling away from your best friend, you want to call him back and ask if you ever had a chance. Instead, you press your face into your pillow and force yourself to think about other things as you fall asleep.

✯✯✯✯✯

You sit in bed and stare at your phone as your finger hovers over the star beside Tim’s contact. When you remove him from your favorites list, everything will begin to feel real. Just as you lower your finger, your phone buzzes with a text from Tim. Three simple words make your heart pound as you read them.

Call me, please.

You want more information before you decide to call him or not. Distancing yourself will be hard enough without Tim vying for your attention the entire time you pull away. Clicking the star so it disappears, you make the first step in separating your life from Tim Bradford’s.

“Please be the right choice,” you whisper, staring at his contact photo. “I just want you to be happy. Happier than I could make you.”

An hour later, your phone rings, and you send Tim to voicemail. If it is an emergency, he’ll leave a voicemail. With each unanswered call and text, the time between them lengthens. Maybe Tim has already realized you weren’t as important to him as you both seemed to think.

By the end of the first day not talking to Tim, you want to scream and cry simultaneously. It’s hard to lose a friend, but harder to lose the one person you love. Reminding yourself constantly that you’re doing it for Tim and his happiness, you don’t give yourself time to think about how much your decision and the distance are hurting you. You knew Tim would hurt for a while before finding his way back to Isabel, but you weren’t expecting to feel like a piece of your heart had been ripped out. That’s what you get for giving it to Tim without telling him, you suppose.

✯✯✯✯✯

After a sleepless night of tossing and turning, someone knocks on your door as the sun rises over Los Angeles. You roll out of bed and pull a sweatshirt over your head before looking through the peephole. Tim stands on the other side of the door and speaks before you can think about pretending to be gone.

“I know you’re here,” Tim calls. “I don’t have a lot of time, just wanted to check on you before work.”

After you open the door, you look out at him and give him a closed-lip smile. He looks at you like he can see straight through you, and you wouldn’t be surprised if he could.

“We made a huge arrest last night and a couple of us are going out tonight to celebrate,” he says instead. “Do you want to come out with us?”

“Uh, no, but thanks for the offer. I’ve got a lot going on right now, and-“

“Like what?”

You tilt your head to the side, wondering what he means.

“What’s got you so busy that you can’t even text me back?”

“I- I don’t want to talk about it right now, Tim,” you say, opting to deflect rather than lie. “But congratulations on the arrest and have fun tonight.”

Tim’s jaw tightens as he nods. You watch as he walks away, wishing you could run after him. As you close your door, you decide that slowly pulling back will not work; if you want to give Tim room to find his way back to Isabel, you must leave him.

Pushing your fist against the closed door, you take a deep breath before walking through your place and gathering everything that reminds you of Tim. After placing it in a box, you shove it into your closet. Next, you turn off the notifications in your phone, so you won’t be tempted to answer when he calls or texts. The hurt of losing Tim worsens with each action as you pull yourself further away from him.

“Please be happy,” you beg as you close the door on your box of memories.

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“You’re grumpier than usual,” Nolan notices. “I mean- sorry,” he adds quickly.

“Timothy,” Angela calls. “A word?”

“No,” Tim replies.

“Bradford, now.”

Tim rolls his eyes as he stands and walks to her desk. She gestures for him to sit, and while he should feel like a kid in the principal’s office, he feels more like a man being told his wife is divorcing him and having to maintain a brave face even as his heart shatters in his chest.

“What do you want, Lopez?” he asks. “No small talk.”

“I wouldn’t dream of trying with you, Timothy. I want to know what’s up with you and why you’re taking it out on everyone here.”

“It’s none of your business.”

“You’re making it our business by pushing your frustration, or whatever it is you’re dealing with, off onto us. Is it Isabel? I heard she’s back in rehab.”

“No,” Tim answers, scoffing as he leans back. “It’s not Isabel.”

“Is there any chance that part of you still cares about her, and even if you’re lying to me and yourself about it, Isabel still affects you?” Angela asks.

“No, Lopez. I can guarantee that this has nothing to do with Isabel. She asked me to visit her as part of her support plan and I told her I would think about it, but the ‘source of my frustration’ hasn’t even let me do that.”

“Timothy, just tell me what’s bothering you and maybe I can help,” she offers quietly.

Tim stands as he replies, “You can’t. The only one who can help me with this is avoiding me.”

Angela’s brows furrow as she wonders who he could be referring to. Tim is adamant this isn’t about Isabel, but Angela can’t think of anyone else with this level of pull over him.

“Let me know if you change your mind and want to talk, Tim.”

“Will do,” he answers, though he and Angela know it’s a lie.

✯✯✯✯✯

“Isabel!” Tim calls, jogging to catch up to her. “Hey.”

“Hi,” she replies, hugging him quickly. “I thought you were going to call my sponsor with your decision.”

“I was, and I did. But I also wanted to let you know, in person, that I can’t be part of your support plan. At least, not right now, not after everything I did over the last few years.”

Isabel nods as she guesses, “You feel partially responsible and don’t want to risk letting me fall back into my old ways. I get it, Tim, but thanks for considering it.”

Tim nods, and Isabel can tell something is bothering him.

“You want to stay? Talk for a bit?” she asks.

“I can’t. I’ve got a work thing,” he replies. “Thank you, though, and good luck with everything. I’ll be back by when I have some time.”

“Tim,” Isabel interjects, wrapping her hand around his forearm. “I recognize that look. I only saw it once, and it didn’t turn out well for me. Whatever it is you want to say to whoever it is, just say it.”

“I don’t know how,” Tim admits.

“My take: if she’s important enough to affect you like this, you’ll find a way to let her know what you’re feeling.”

“What if she doesn’t care, Isabel?”

“I can’t tell you what to do, Tim, but I can tell you that waiting too long doesn’t make things any easier… I have to go, I’ve got a group meeting, but, Tim, what’s worth the risk: saying something or keeping it quiet until it’s too late?”

Tim nods before he waves as Isabel turns toward another building. Tim texts Nolan that won't be at the celebratory gathering while he walks to his truck. He knows where he needs to go but doesn’t know how to deal with everything once he gets there. Hopefully, seeing you will give him the right words to say.

✯✯✯✯✯

You broke your heart trying to let Tim be happy and keep yourself from getting hurt in the fallout of losing him. Your house seems bare, every picture and memory of Tim tucked away in a failed attempt to keep your mind off him. A knock draws you out of your miserable reverie. Whoever it is knocks again when you leave it unanswered, the sound harsher and louder than the first time. 

“Coming!” you call.

You open the door without thinking and are surprised to see Tim standing on the other side.

“Can I come in?” he asks in response to your stunned silence.

Say no, your mind says, but your heart makes you step back and invite him inside again. Pushing him away the second time will be much worse, but you can’t seem to stay away from Tim.

“Whenever you’re ready,” Tim says.

He leans against your kitchen counter with his arms crossed, waiting for an explanation you don’t want to give. The whole point of making room for him and Isabel to reconcile (like he wants) was for Tim to figure it out himself.

“Ready for what?” you ask defensively.

Tim shakes his head and scoffs as he tightens his arms over his chest. “You’re unbelievable, you know that? After everything we’ve been through together, you really expect to avoid me without an explanation or question?”

“Everything we’ve been through?” you repeat incredulously. “We’re friends, Tim. Friends stop hanging out when one of them gets busy.”

“Oh, now we’re friends? Were we friends when you crawled into my bed three weeks ago, or when we were making out on the beach? Because that didn’t feel very friendly,” he snaps.

“No, we weren’t friends; I was just a woman who made a mistake,” you reply.

“Am I your friend or am I a mistake?” Tim demands. “Because you can’t seem to keep your story straight. It’s a simple question: why are you avoiding me?”

“If I’m such a bad friend, why does it matter, Tim?”

Tim pushes off the counter, stepping toward you. His jaw clenches, and his biceps flex as he raises his arms in question. You would kiss him any other time, but right now, you’re angry that he can’t just trust you are busy. Granted, it is a lie, but you don’t appreciate the accusation, which is likely your emotions talking.

“I’m not answering your question unless you answer mine,” he says.

“Then I guess we’re not going anywhere.”

Tim looks up at the ceiling before asking, “Why?”

“I’m not going to stand here and argue with you all night. If you think I’m a liar, just say it, Tim!”

“Well, you are the one keeping secrets.”

“So, what, you think I’m avoiding you? Then get out and let me!” you demand.

“And go where? In case you haven’t noticed, I’m not surrounded by friends, and I thought you were one of the few I had, but I can see now that I made a mistake.”

“Me too.”

“I’m sorry that your precious, perfect little world decided to turn you into this,” Tim seethes, looking into your eyes as he steps toward the door.

You move with him, chest to chest, as you yell, “And I’m sorry that you couldn’t figure out I love you enough to let you go back to Isabel!”

Tim falls silent, and your chest heaves with anger. You realize what you admitted, drop your gaze to Tim’s chest, and lick your lips before lowering your voice to speak again.

“Maybe I was stupid for chasing after you when I knew you weren’t interested, that your heart would always be with someone else. I thought that someday you’d realize that everything I’ve done over the last few years has been for you; I’ve been chasing you just to find out that I never had a chance.”

“I don’t want to go back to Isabel,” Tim says after a moment of tense silence. “I went to see her today to tell her that I couldn’t be there for her anymore. If I’ve been acting different, chasing after someone, it’s because I’m falling for you.”

“You don’t fall,” you argue quietly.

“You deserve better,” Tim adds. “I don’t remember what it’s like to share my life with someone who cares about me and wants the same thing.”

You nod and try to step back, but Tim moves with you. The couch is right behind you, and you have nowhere to go, so you look into Tim’s eyes.

“I am not in love with Isabel,” Tim repeats. “You really started avoiding me because you thought I was?”

“What else was I supposed to do?”

“You could have asked instead of forcing me to start a yelling match for answers,” Tim replies, his lips quirking up into a small smile.

“I want you to be happy, Tim,” you explain. “And I thought that couldn’t happen if I was in the way.”

“You’re not in the way. You’re exactly where I want you.”

“Where is that?” you ask, leaning toward Tim.

“Right in the middle of my life.”

You raise your arms over Tim’s shoulders, smiling as his hands meet your waist. Tim pushes you against the back of the couch as he kisses you. He moves a hand up to cradle your head as you move with him. This kiss differs from the others; there is a need for more, an apology, and love coursing through you and Tim. Tim pulls back, and you pant for air as he places his hands on either side of your hips and leans forward.

“Just talk to me next time, would you?” he requests.

“And miss out on this? No way,” you argue.

“Don’t seem so excited about getting to yell at me for so long.”

 “You’ve never kissed me like that before,” you say before you distract Tim by moving your hands to his chest.

“You’ve never told me you love me before today.”

“Sorry I had to avoid you for a while to confess it.”

“Maybe we can do it again soon, without the insults before.”

“I don’t know,” you muse. “Insults and yelling are kind of your thing.”

Tim cuts you off, kissing you again and tipping you over the back of the couch. You laugh as he catches himself and hovers over you.

“I love you too, even though you were too blind to see I felt the same,” Tim whispers.

[tip-top-cloud-surfer]

Another Chick in the Nest - Rooster

Pairing: Rooster / Wife!Reader

Word Count: 1.6k

This work, all my works, and my entire blog are 18+ Only

Warnings: Mentions of Pregnancy (But Not Actually); Siblings Struggling to Share Attention; Light Angst; Light Crying; Use of "You," No "Y/N," No Set Description of Reader or OC Bradshaw! Children

Summary: You and Rooster underestimate how much your daughter Nicole is struggling with becoming an older sister.

Master List

When you found out that you were expecting your second child, you and Rooster were ecstatic. It took longer the second time around to get pregnant, and so it felt all the more special when you finally got the news. The two of you were absolutely over the moon about having a second baby.

Your daughter, on the other hand, was not.

Nicole did not take to being a big sister quickly or happily. When you brought your second daughter, Caroline, home, Nicole did not enjoy being around her. Nicole always ran off whenever Caroline would start to cry and got territorial with you and Rooster whenever you spent an extended period of time around Caroline.

You and Rooster were concerned about your elder daughter, but you assumed that it would end. There was always an adjustment period with any new addition to a family. It would pass and Nicole would grow out of it quickly once she learned that just because she had a little sister, that didn’t mean that you and Rooster were replacing her.

But it all came to a head when Rooster, who Nicole normally had wrapped around her little finger, went to console a crying Caroline while putting Nicole to bed one night.

“Where are you going?” Nicole whined, turning to her dad.

“Your sister’s crying, honey. I’ll be right back,” Rooster promised, reaching for the door.

“No!” Nicole yelled loudly, causing you and Rooster to share a shocked look. “It’s my bedtime!”

“We know that, sweetie, but your sister needs some help because—”

“—But it’s my time,” Nicole complained, starting to sniffle before bursting out into tears. “You never spend time with me anymore!”

“Honey,” Rooster called softly, absolutely torn between his now two crying daughters.

You pulled Nicole to your chest, consoling her, and motioned for Rooster to run and quickly grab Caroline. Holding your eldest daughter close to your chest, you pressed a kiss to the top of her head, rocking her back and forth.

“Sweetheart, just because you have a sister now, that doesn’t mean that we love you any less,” you told Nicole, rubbing her back slowly as she continued to sob. “Your sister just needs some more attention because she’s a baby, that’s all.”

“But—it’s—my—time—now!” Nicole demanded between gasps of air and sobs.

“I know, honey, and I’m sorry about that,” you replied softly, looking up as Rooster entered Nicole's bedroom with a still crying Caroline in his arms.

With surprising smoothness, you and Rooster traded off daughters. You took Caroline into your arms and held her against your chest as Rooster gently pulled Nicole from your side. Picking her up and resting her head against his shoulder, Rooster sat down next to you and rubbed Nicole’s back as she continued to cry, burying her face deeper into his neck.

“Nikki, honey, you know that we love you so much, right? And nothing’s ever going to change that,” Rooster told your eldest daughter.  

“Then why don’t you spend any time with me anymore?” Nicole whimpered, causing Rooster to rest his head on top of her own, in a bid to try and hide his expression from her.

“Because . . .” Rooster began, trying to come up with something.

In reality, the both of you had been swamped lately. Between Caroline being born and Rooster getting a promotion at work, there had barely been any free time in your lives. Hell, even you and Rooster had talked about how your own relationship had taken a hit with the current busyness.

But the two of you signed up for another baby and Rooster’s job. Nicole didn’t.

Sharing a look, you and Rooster had a silent conversation as the two of you tried to comfort your daughters. Caroline fell asleep first and Nicole followed her after Rooster climbed into bed with her for a few minutes. Tucking both of your daughters into their separate beds, you and Rooster went back to your bedroom together.

“We need to do something for Nikki,” Rooster spoked softly, looking on the edge of tears himself.

“I didn’t realize that she was that upset about it,” you murmured, holding a hand to your head. “We need to fix this.”

“ASAP,” Rooster agreed, nodding quickly.

~~~~~

The next weekend that Rooster had off, the two of you got the girls dressed and into the car early in the morning. Caroline was already up early, but Nicole quickly fell back to sleep as soon as Rooster strapped her into her car seat. Driving across town to Maverick and Penny’s house, you and Rooster cracked the windows for Nicole and got Caroline and her bag out.

“Thank you for watching her,” Rooster told Maverick.

“Any time,” Maverick assured Rooster, taking Caroline’s carrier.

“I just fed her twenty minutes ago, so she should be fine for a few more hours,” you stated, handing over the baby bag to Penny. “There’s plenty of milk in the cooler, but you have the key to our house if you need any more.”

“We’ve got it handled,” Penny promised you and Rooster.

“Now, get on the road before the traffic gets too bad.”

“Aye, aye, Captain,” Rooster replied jokingly, mockingly saluting Maverick.

~~~~~

Nikki slowly started to wake up while Rooster was still driving to your surprise destination. She rubbed her eyes dramatically and looking around the car. And the first thing that she noticed was the fact that her little sister’s baby carrier was gone.

“Where’s Sissy?” Nicole asked, blinking with confusion.

“Oh, she’s staying with Grandpa Mav for the day,” you responded, smiling back at your daughter. “How did you sleep, baby?” 

“Good,” Nicole replied softly, sitting up and looking out the window. “Where are we?”

“We’re about twenty minutes away from a surprise,” Rooster stated, glancing back at Nikki through the rearview mirror.

“A surprise?” Nicole asked. She frowned. “It’s not my birthday.”

“No, it’s not your birthday, honey,” you laughed, turning around. "But we wanted to spend some more time with you. Is that alright?"

"Yeah," Nikki replied after a moment of deliberation, causing you and Rooster to share a laugh.

~~~~~

Nicole kicked her little feet excitedly as Rooster carried her towards the entrance to the zoo. After you were scanned in, Nikki was fully emersed in the moment. Getting down from Rooster's arm, Nikki grabbed his hand and started to drag him around the place.

"Do you want to feed the giraffes?" Rooster asked, causing Nicole to grin and nod.

You stepped back to take a video of the moment as your daughter and Rooster stood by the gate. The zookeeper offered your daughter some vegetables to offer to the giraffes and Nikki was practically bouncing with excitement. Up until the actual giraffes started to try and grab the food from her, that is.

"Daddy!" Nikki screeched, clinging to Rooster like she was worried that the giraffe would pick her up. Rooster laughed and took the food from her hand to offer to the giraffes.

"They just want the food, that's all," Rooster tried to coax your daughter, but she continued to hold onto him with a death grip. You would have needed a full team to pull her off of him.

"I think that's the last time we do that," you mused, sharing a look with your husband.

"I thought it was fun."

"You're just happy that she's refusing to let go of you," you corrected him, shaking your head at your husband.

After a brief safari ride, the three of you made it to the bird section of the zoo. Nikki was mostly fascinated by the penguins and probably would have spent the whole afternoon there if you and Rooster hadn't pulled her away.

"They can't even fly," Rooster jokingly argued with your daughter, who turned to him with an offended expression.

"They can fly better than you!" Nikki snapped back.

"You just got burned by a four-year-old. You've lost your touch, Bradshaw," you teased your husband, bumping him with your hip.

"You'll pay for that later," Rooster teased Nikki, who stared up at him defiantly with her arms crossed over her chest. Turning to you, he added with a wink, "And you will too."

"Happy to, Commander," you replied with a small smirk. Turning to your daughter, you offered Nikki your hand. "Now, let's get some lunch. And then some ice cream."

~~~~~

Rooster carried Nikki out of the park as she slept against his chest while you carried her little souvenir.  He placed her carefully into her car seat, buckled her in, and pressed a kiss to the top of her head before shutting the door.

You stopped to grab Caroline from Maverick and Penny before heading home. You fed Caroline and changed her diaper before putting her down for the night. Walking across the hall to Nicole’s room, you stood in the doorway and smiled as you watched Rooster gently put Nikki to bed.

“Goodnight, sweetheart,” he whispered to her, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "We love you."

You walked over and gave her a kiss goodnight and Rooster did the same with Caroline before the two of you returned to your bedroom. You took a quick shared shower and cuddled up in bed together, before falling into a deep sleep as soon as your heads hit the pillow.

[sanyu-thewitch05]

I couldn't stop thinking about this, so, can you make a smut story with a yandere king x witch reader?

Sure!

A/N: Sorry if this is answered very late. School and work have been piling up.

TW: Smut, dubcon, manipulation

"What should we do with the king? His condition..." A royal advisor says, peeking into the room to see his majesty, King Ren, in a sickly state.

"Well, I suppose we must offer up someone to him as a sacrifice," The royal wizard replies, using his staff to conjure up a list of candidates. "We will hold an event where we say we're choosing the king's wife. No one must know our true intentions."

"Hey, Fredrick, what about the girl on the very bottom of the list? Why don't we choose her and kill two birds with one stone?" The king's head servant suggests, pointing at your picture.

"Y/N L/N. She is the daughter of our most troublesome and dangerous witch. If we offer her up, we don't have to worry about her following in her mother's footsteps and wreaking havoc," The royal wizard says, selecting your picture. "She should get a letter saying to come to the castle this night."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Mother, we got a letter from the royal palace requesting my presence," You say, sitting down at the dinner table.

"I wouldn't go. They'll probably kill you," Your mother replies, putting food on the table.

"Still, they're promising a hefty sum of money for my presence. We could turn this shack in the swamp into a beautiful mansion in the swamp. Plus, we could have extra room for Dad to stay in, instead of letting him roam the swamp," You suggest, giving your mom the letter.

"Alright, I'll let you go. But only if you take my satchel of potions, charms, and trinkets," Your mother replies, moving her dark green hair out of her face. "And put some seaweed from the estuary in your hair as a snack."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

When you fly to the castle, you see the royal advisor, the royal wizard, and the lead servant waiting for you on the front balcony.

"Welcome, Miss Y/N, we have been waiting to see you," Frederick greets, offering to take your broom.

"Ah, it's been about 14 years since I've seen you. Still remember you turning my dad into an alligator," You reply, giving him a passive-aggressive smile.

"Let's not focus on the past and bad times. You're here to help the king," Frederick responds, leading you to the king's bedroom.

When you reach the king's door, the wizard unlocks the chains wrapped around the door handles. They fall to the floor, and you open the door to the pitch-black, smelly, messy room. You walk inside, and the doors slam shut, and hear the sound of chains being put on.

"Hey! What the fuck are you doing?!" You yell, banging on the door.

"I'm sorry, but it's the only way. Don't worry, you should survive him," Frederick says, standing guard outside the door.

"Open the damn door!" You shriek, trying to open the door.

Your ears become hot, and you feel someone's breath on your neck. You turn around and see the king in his twisted state. His skin is deathly pale, his veins are a glowing magenta, and the pupils in his violet eyes are hearts.

"King Ren?" You say, staring him in the eyes. "You seem quite ill."

"Wow, you're really pretty," Ren murmurs, his dry and cracked lips touching your neck.

You look at his nails and see they're overgrown, cracked, and yellow. The reality of your situation settles in, and you push him to the ground, and grab the lamp.

"Stay away from me! I don't want whatever sickness you have!" You yell, backing away to the other side of the room.

"I'm only sick with love for you," Ren says, crawling to you.

You pull open the curtains and curse at the sight of bars on the windows. You try to pull on the bars, but they don't budge. Before you could turn around to face the king, you feel his face in your ass.

"Hey!" You scream, pulling him out as he licks your pussy.

"Haha, you taste great," Ren says, pulling up your dress again.

"What the fuck is wrong with everyone in this castle?!" You yell, kicking him and keeping a leg on his chest.

"You're so beautiful. I promise I'll obey every command you give if you just let me kiss you once," Ren begs, still pulling up your dress. "You smell so good. Please tell me no one else has had you yet."

"Fine, I'll let you kiss me once and only once."

"I can do any type of kiss I want?"

"Sure, whatever type of kiss you want to do! Hell, you can kiss me wherever you want!"

"Great."

Ren stares at your pussy, then suddenly puts his mouth on your underwear. He groans in pleasure, using his tongue to slide your underwear aside, then sticking it inside you.

"Ooh-shit! When I said you could kiss me, I thought you meant above the waist!" You moan, letting your dress fall over his head.

Ren giggles, his tongue swirling around in your walls. His lips pucker up on your pussy lips, but they don't release. His do a sucking motion, driving you wild. The king grabs your ass and opens his mouth more.

"Ren, what are you doing?" You ask, trying to pull Ren's head off of you, only to have him spank your ass with both hands.

Ren's mouth is fully open, covering your whole pussy. His lips still suck on your pussy as his tongue pleasures you. As you moan through Ren's promised "kiss", his eyes become glazed over.

"Ren! Ren!" You moan, trying to keep yourself standing, but failing as your jelly legs stop working.

You fall to the floor, the king's lips still not letting go.

"Ren, I'm going to cum!" You yell, feeling yourself about to meet the limit. "Ah!"

Your cum flows straight into Ren's throat, and he generously accepts it, swallowing every drop. He pulls his tongue out and lets his mouth close so he can pucker his lips again. Ren removes his puckered lips, moving away from your pussy for just a brief second, only to give a quick smooch to your sensitive vagina. Your orgasm again, more cum flowing out of you, and he laps it all up.

"Now will you please tell me what's going on?" You pant, sitting up and looking at the king.

"You see, I was cursed to fall madly in love with the first person I see. Nothing more, nothing less. Now then, are you going to kiss me back? You surely didn't think a kiss from the king would be free?" Ren says, unbuckling his pants. "Pucker up those lips, sweetie."

His wide, lengthy, cock dangles in front of your face,twitching-begging to be touched. You give one small smooch to its tip, and Ren's eyes focus on you as if he's expecting more.

You move to his balls and kiss both of them, getting a small grunt out of him. You go to his shaft and begin kissing your way up his dick. His cock twitches as you do so, and his eyes start to become cross-eyed.

"T-That's right, sweetie. Kiss your beloved king's cock," Ren moans, his ass tightening.

When you kiss his tip again, you open your mouth slightly and lick it. Your lips finish kissing his cock with a pop, then he forces your mouth open and ejaculates all of his precious, royal, sperm into your gullet. You swallow his thick cum, and he lifts you onto the bed.

"Frederick, open the doors and bring the finest of toys! My beloved and I need some more time together!" Ren yells, a hand moving your panties down.

The doors open, and Frederick comes in and sees you.

~~~~~~~~~~~

"Sweetie, now that we've got all of our urges out, do you want to have a dinner date with me? Oh, what am I saying? Of course, you're going on a dinner date with me. If you didn't then I'd kill everyone in this castle, and it would be all your fault," Ren says, giving you a hickey on your shoulder.

"Please, don't hurt anyone," You beg, your body too tired from satisfying the king's urges.

"I won't sweetheart, as long as you obey me," Ren replies, leaning down and kissing your lips.

How deplorable. How disgusting. How could a kiss cause so much chaos?

[wonsroyalty]

Fwb sunoo?… PLS PLS PLS

pairing/warnings: sunoo x f!reader, fwb, smut, uni students, slapping, hair pulling, choking, foot play😔, switch!sunoo x switchf!reader, kinda toxic but its because they’re clouded by their feelings 😶‍🌫️

a/n: ANYTHING FOR YOU POOKS 💋 and i like the way you think 🌚🌚 ALSO SORRY THIS IS SO LATE i’m so swamped (i went on holiday and now have to deal with the school backlog🙁) AND FREE JAY AND WONIE FROM WEIRD ENGENES⛓️‍💥😔💔 *not proof-read!!!*

truth or dare. kim sunoo

To the average person, you and Sunoo appeared to be normal acquaintances.

You had the same mutual friends, similar tastes in various interests and seemed to be comfortable around each other.

When you were alone together in the middle of night however, it was a different story.

After receiving the text you were waiting for, you eagerly dashed up to the first floor bathroom.

As soon as you opened the door, Sunoo pounced onto you.

“Do you need my help?” you mocked.

“Ynnie, I don’t have the time for this.” he sighed. “This is your fault, help me fix it.”

He gestured towards his raging hard on.

Yes, you had sent him a racy picture but it was only because you saw him feeling up some girl from your university.

You reached out and grabbed his crotch, watching his head fall into your neck.

“Please.” he pleaded.

“Only because you asked so nicely.” you replied, dropping to your knees.

Your hands took their time unbuckling his belt and pulling his trousers to his ankles.

“Hurry up, fuck, I told Jungwon I’d be back in 5.”

“You’re only giving me five minutes?” you grumbled under your breath.

You took his heavy length into your hand, squeezing occasionally. Even though you’d been fucking around for two months it didn’t stop you from being in awe at how pretty he was.

“Your dick is sooo pretty, Noo. Just like you.” you praised, kitten licking his tip.

He fell apart at the slightest touch, gripping onto the door behind you.

“Fuck!” he moaned out.

Watching his eyes squeeze shut you decided to give him what he wanted, taking him into your mouth.

It took two drags across his length for him to lose his cool demeanour.

His hands made their way into your hair, violently dragging you up and down his dick. Your gags seemed to spur him on as he thrusted erratically, no rhythm in sight.

“Fuck! You can take it!” he gasped out. “You can take it, baby.”

Your friends always teased him for appearing to be submissive but in times like this he proved otherwise, making you watch him lose control over the tiniest thing.

You gags turned to moans, sending shock waves throughout his body.

“I’m so close.” he moaned loudly. “Where do you want me? In your mouth?”

You nodded to the best of your ability.

“Well I don’t want to cum in your mouth.” he wined. “Gonna cum on your face.”

He pulled out of your mouth, saliva and pre cum already making a mess of your mouth.

His hands rapidly worked his cock before he shot his load all over your face. It spurted out in thick ropes as he leant his head back, struggling to gain composure.

“Shit.” he sighed. “You look so incredible like this.”

Before you could respond, he pulled his phone out and snapped a picture.

Your own phone buzzed in your skirt pocket. Once you pressed on the chat a picture of yourself popped up.

With a gasp you stumbled over your own feet to get a good look at yourself in the mirror and it was… an interesting sight.

“Well, I’m going now.” Sunoo cleared his throat.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” your eyes widened. “You’re gonna leave me like this? There’s so many people out there!”

“How can I even help?” he chuckled behind his hand.

“Fuck you, go away.” you grumbled.

“Ynnie, don’t be mad at me.” he pouted, poking at your side.

You ignored him, wiping at your face.

“Oh come on.” he deadpanned. “You wanted me to help and now that I offer it you don’t wanna speak?”

“I don’t want your help anymore.”

“So who’s gonna help you?”

“Jake will.”

Sunoo’s expression immediately turned sour.

“Of fucking course.” he rolled his eyes. “I don’t know why you hang around that prick, you know.”

“What! He’s my friend.” you shrugged. “Same as you.”

“We’re not just friends… we’re friends with benefits.” he crossed his arms.

“Minus the friendship because I hate you.” you spoke without thinking. “I fuck you because it’s easy.”

There was a shift in the atmosphere of the bathroom.

“I’m easy, huh?”

“.. I never said YOU were easy, I said this is easy.” you gestured between the two of you. “You call me whenever and we’ll fuck and I call you whenever and we’ll fuck.”

“Right.”

He didn’t give you anytime to respond before walking out and slamming the door behind him.

You sighed and pushed your hair back, pressing the call button on your most recent facetime.

“Ynnieeee, where are youuu?” Jake called out.

The camera switched to your best friend Sora.

“Sorry he’s super drunk, where are you?”

“In a bathroom, is Sungho there?”

The phone was passed to Sungho.

“How in the fuck do you get cum off your face?” you asked him.

Sora snatched the phone back.

“What in the fuck did you do?” she gasped.

“Show us your face.” Sungho giggled.

You slowly showed them the mess that Sunoo had left.

“Damnnn!” they whistled.

“Now, who did this?” Sora pressed.

“Not important. Come to the first floor bathroom, my sweet, sweet friends!”

“Holy glaze!” Jake gagged.

“What?” Sora looked at him, confused. “We’ll all be there in 2.”

***

You sat scanning the circle of people sat before you at the party. Jake had drunkenly dragged you all into the game of truth or dare and forced you to join in.

Your eyes met Sunoo, a hard to read expression on his face. Deep down you knew he was pissed.

Annoyed with his obvious glaring you rolled your eyes and focused on what Jake blabbed into your ear.

The host of the party, Sieun, stumbled into the middle of the circle.

“Sooooo guys!” she giggled, placing a bottle down in the center. “If the bottle lands on you then you choose who to ask a truth or dare, if the person completes it they spin and so on!”

It was hard to hear her past the raging music, nosy onlookers and bustle of the rest of the party who weren’t playing.

She spun the bottle. You all hovered in anticipation, waiting for it to stop rolling.

Sunoo sat up, lightly pushing Sieun back. You watched as she fell into the lap of some guy from your economics class, wrapping her arms around him with a hysterical laugh.

“Yn.” he called out. “Truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

You’d decided to play it safe, knowing that he’d probably dare you to do something embarrassing.

“Have you ever stayed friends with someone because it benefitted you beyond just the friendship?”

You resisted the urge to walk away and and spoke before you could think properly.

“Yes. I do that with you.”

Some people laughed in disbelief while others booed at you, claiming you were being harsh.

Sunoo raised his hands, surrendering as he settled back into his chair.

“Whatever.” you grumbled, spinning the bottle.

It landed on Ryujin who asked Heeseung to talk about his biggest turn on.

He spoke with no shame, completing the truth and then moving on to the next person.

People had stripped, eaten weird food combinations and even had shot contests. Half of the group had already spoken by the time it came back towards your area.

You all watched it land on Jake who had still not mildly sobered up at all.

“Sunoooo,” he drawled.

“Dare.” he crossed his arms, manspreading further into his seat.

You hated how his spread legs made you want to fuck the attitude out of him then and there.

“Show us.. show us the last dm on your insta!” Jake beamed as though he was the smartest man in the world.

Your heart dropped.

Surely someone had texted Sunoo in the last 30 minutes.

“Fine.” Sunoo laughed.

He unlocked his phone and opened his last chat before letting his phone make its way around the circle.

“I didn’t know you guys were fucking?!” Sora gasped.

“What the hell?” Sungho snatched the phone away from her.

“Fuckk,” Sunghoon bit his tongue. “Didn’t know you two were this close..”

Everyone who had seen the phone immediately looked towards you after. It didn’t take a genius to know what picture they’d just seen. They had all connected what you said in your truth to what was going on in the picture.

When it got to you the shame filled your body. You quickly passed it onto the next person, no longer wanting to see your fucked out expression, face covered in cum and disheveled appearance.

Sunoo smirked when the phone got back to him. You wanted nothing more than to wipe the smug look off his face.

He spun the bottle and once again it landed on you.

The girl next to you giggled and you now realised that all eyes were anticipating your next move.

“Truth or dare, baby?” Sunoo tilted his head mockingly.

“Baby?” Jake gasped loudly.

“I pick dare.” you sat up straight.

Sunoo’s annoyance had switched to a mischievous glimmer in his eyes. You were already regretting your choice.

“Come suck on my toes.” he held a straight face before breaking out into a laugh at your twitching eye.

The next gasp came from Sora.

“Yn! Don’t do it.” she whispered, wanting to save you from the aftermath of this dare.

She, however, knew you too well. She knew that you wouldn’t back down to avenge your pride and ego from the last dare.

You stood up on aching legs, heels clicking as you walked across the circle.

Even the overlooking crowd seemed to stop their conversations when you dropped to your knees, ass up face down and took his feet into your mouth.

Sunoo choked on his spit, looking away as he coughed into his hand.

But you weren’t done yet. You made sure to swirl your tongue around, looking up at him with wide eyes and arching your back further.

“Fuck..” someone whistled out behind you.

A previous dare for Jungwon was to steal your panties using only his teeth, much to Sunoo’s dismay. But in his defence it was before he knew that his best friend was fucking you.

So now you were flashing everyone behind you AND sucking on your exposed situationships’ toes.

Pulling off with a pop, you pulled down your dress as you made your way to your own seat, taking in the shocked and mildly turned on faces around you.

The guy from your economics class, Jisung, cleared his throat.

“Yn, truth or dare?” he asked.

Sieun, who was still clinging to him began to protest. “That’s not how the game- ”

He covered her mouth with his hand.

“Dare.” you firmly responded.

“I dare you to seven minutes in heaven with.. him.”

He pointed as Sunoo.

Of course, he pointed at Sunoo.

“Okay.” you shrugged standing up once again.

You yanked Sunoo off the couch and pulled him into the bathroom, locking the door behind you.

“Think you can last seven minutes?” he laughed in your face.

“Get in there.” you pointed towards the bathtub.

“Why- ?” he questioned.

Your hand moved swiftly, slapping him across the face.

You gave him no time to react, pushing him backwards till he had to lift his legs to get into the tub.

He sank to lie down watching you flutter around the bathroom.

You came back with a towel, using it to tie his hands in front of him. A place where he couldn’t touch you how he usually would.

“What are you doing?” he frowned.

“You’re gonna shut up and take what I’m giving you.” you ordered.

Your hips tentatively rolled against his, waiting for him to submit to you.

His body relaxed, hips coming up to meet yours harmoniously.

“I need more.” he grumbled while practically fucking you through his pants.

He’d been hard since feeling your warm tongue on his feet and wasn’t ashamed to say so.

“You’ll get more when I give you more.”

Your fingers trailed up his clothed chest, tweaking his sensitive nipples, causing him to let out the most pathetic moan you had ever heard leave his mouth.

The vibrations sent arousal gushing out of your pussy, extremely turned on by his submissive state.

You pulled down his pants as he used his tied hands to push your dress up to your hips.

“Please, put it in.” he whined. “Please, I need it!”

“Because you asked so nicely,”

You sank down onto his length, moaning into his mouth at the stretch. Your tongue poked at his bottom lip, waiting for access to his mouth before kissing him passionately.

Bouncing at your own pace, you threw your head back in pleasure. Your dress straps fell at the violent thrust Sunoo plowed into you, shoving his face into the exposed territory.

“Ynnie,” he cried. “Please move faster.”

Your fingers wove their way into his hair, pulling back with force to make him look at you.

“Sorry bunny, but you won’t get what you want.” you muttered. “You tried to humiliate me in front of everyone, now I’m gonna do the same to you.”

“Please, no.” he whined dramatically.

“Gonna make you go back to the game all hard and bothered. Gonna leave you begging me to fuck you in front of everyone.” You moaned at the fantasy in your mind. “Your cock is gonna feel so heavy and painful and I won’t help you.”

He thrust his hips up into you, chasing his high himself while crying at your words.

You could feel him clawing at your stomach, ignoring him in favour of your impending orgasm.

Your hips bounced faster, arms gripping onto his broad shoulders.

“It’s been seven minutes!” someone faintly shouted over the music from behind the door.

“Fuck off!” you both shouted back.

Your hips began to falter, the pressure becoming heavier.

“I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna- ”

You stopped moving as your orgasm hit violently. Gasping and moaning into Sunoo’s ear as he begged you to move.

Instead you lifted yourself off him, and got out of the bathtub, still shaking from your release.

“Ynnie, please!” he cried, tears streaming down his face.

The sight before you almost made you cum on the spot.

His eyes were red and puffy from all the crying, tears soaking his shirt. His dick stood tall against his stomach, tip angry, red and twitching while he clawed his way out of the towel restraint.

“What do you want?” you glared, keeping up the act.

In reality you wanted nothing more than to give him everything he was begging for, but had to hold back for the sake of teaching him a lesson.

“Please help me!” he begged. “Please!”

You walked back over to him, wiping his tears away.

“My bunny wants me to help him, huh?” you leaned in sympathetically. “But why should I help you, when you didn’t help me?”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” he babbled.

“Bunny, calm down, it’s okay.” you soothed. “Where do you want me?”

“Want your pussy, please.” he whined, hips trusting up at the thought.

“Awww..” you paused. “Too bad.”

His eyes darkened immediately.

He’d let you have your fun but didn’t expect you to actually consider leaving him high and dry.

“Baby.. I let you have your fun.” he slipped out of the restraints. “Now, you’re gonna give me what I want.”

You whined.

You fucking whined.

So much for being mean, you couldn’t keep it up whenever he chose to speak to you like that.

“Get up.” he spoke slowly.

You didn’t move out of curiosity.

He manhandled you, forcefully picking you up and throwing you out of the bathtub. Not stopping when you fell to your knees, he picked you up once again and bent you over the sink.

You watched him in the mirror as he grabbed your arms, holding them painfully behind your back.

“Ow!” you cried out.

He smacked your ass in response.

“Shut up, fuck.”

Without warning you, he slid into your mess and immediately began to thrust powerfully.

He blew your back in, laughing when your eyes rolled back.

“You like that, huh?” he smirked.

One hand kept your arms in place while the other reached forward to grip your cheeks.

“Look at yourself, baby.” he teased. “Look at how big of a slut you are.”

You forced your tear filled eyes to watch him, taking in his disheveled appearance and tear stained cheeks.

“Fuck! I’m gonna cum!”

“Not yet.” he smacked your ass again. “Bad girls don’t get to cum.”

You sobbed, the need for another release approaching.

“I’ll be good. I promise.” you attempted to grab him with your hands.

He grasped onto your outstretched hand.

“Really?” he asked, brows furrowed as he reached his own high. “Fuck, you’re gripping me like a vice.

“Baby, please!”

“Cum then.” he moaned.

You squeezed the last of his orgasm out of him as you clenched down onto his length, squirting all over his lower half.

“That was so good.” you sighed, falling back into his embrace.

He nodded against your shoulder.

Once you both gained consciousness, Sunoo cleaned you up and helped you clean your running mascara.

“So what are we after this..?” you puffed.

“Easy.” he pushed you off him.

“What a bitch.” you scoffed.

He playfully side eyed you before wrapping an arm around your shoulder.

You left the bathroom wrapped in his jacket and waved to your friends.

The two of you laughed at the shocked faces before you.

“It’s been 20 minutes you freaks.” Jake scrunched his nose in disgust.

Sunoo flipped him off before leading you out of the party, opting to have round 3 in the comfort of his apartment.

[sycamorelibrary754]

The Doting Tree

Summary: During your visit to your grandmother at her assisted living community, you learn that Bucky has been regularly volunteering there as a part of his therapy sessions with Dr. Raynor.

Pairings: Bucky x Platonic reader

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: None

A/N: Who doesn't want to see Bucky healing?

"Ms. Y/L/N, Mr. Stark requests your presence in his lab," Friday announced, pulling you out of your intense focus.

"Can it wait, FRIDAY? I'm swamped with overdue mission reports here," you replied, shuffling through the stack of papers on your desk.

“Mr. Stark says you have a phone call,” FRIDAY responded.

“A phone call?” you asked, puzzled, picking up your phone. “No, I don't.”

“In his lab, Ms. Y/L/N,” FRIDAY said.

"Okay,” you said as you rubbed your tired eyes. “Tell him I'm on my way.”

Walking into Tony's lab, you found the genius hunched over his desk, tinkering with one of his holographic interfaces. His phone was propped between his ear and shoulder.

“Really? I had no idea,” Tony said with a surprised look. “Y/N is so at ease on the motorcycle you would never know she didn't learn to ride a two-wheeler until she was nine.”

Your eyes widened. "Oh my God. Who are you talking to?" 

"One moment, ma'am," Tony said before placing the phone against his chest.

"It’s your grandmother," Tony said. "She called the front desk trying to reach you, and they patched her through to me." 

"What? Why didn't they call me?" you said, reaching for the phone as Tony pulled it away. 

"Because this is way more fun," Tony smirked. 

"Gimme the phone!" You snapped.

Tony placed a hand on your forehead to hold you at arm's length like an annoying older brother while putting the phone back to his ear.

"Y/G/N, your granddaughter just walked in. So, I’m going to pass you over to her," Tony said. "No, don't be silly. It's no problem. I enjoyed talking with you, too. Feel free to call back anytime. My pleasure, ma'am. Bye-bye."

You sighed as the billionaire finally handed over his phone, walking back toward the pane-glass windows for some privacy.

"Hi, Grandma," you chirped.

"Hello, dear, so good to hear your voice," your grandmother said.

"How did you end up on the phone with Mr. Stark?" you asked.

"I accidentally deleted your cell phone number, but your mom has your workplace down on this list she made, so I called information and then was connected to your lovely boss," your grandma explained.

"Ah, I see. Well, he’s not technically my boss, more like an annoying man-child who pays for everything," Smirking back at Tony and sticking your tongue out.

Your grandma asked, 'What is this I hear about you riding a motorcycle?”

"Oh, no need to worry. I’m a professional, and it's part of my job," you reassured her.

"Still," your grandma began. "I hope you're wearing a helmet."

"Always, Grandma, don't worry,” you fibbed. “So, how are you?” Doing your best to shift the conversation away from your dangerous life as an Avenger.

"I’m good, sweetheart. I'm just wondering when you're going to visit me. It's been a while since I’ve seen you,” your grandma asked. 

Your heart broke at her words. Your grandma lives in an assisted living community near the compound called The Doting Tree. You did your best to see her often, but the unpredictable nature of your work made regular visits difficult.

“I know; I’m sorry. Things have been hectic lately, and I just got home from a work trip a few days ago. How about I stop by tomorrow around noon?" you asked.

“That would be great," she exclaimed. "See you then!"

"Okay, bye," you said, hanging up Tony’s phone.

You gave Tony his phone back, and he handed you a hundred-dollar bill in exchange.

“What's this for?” you asked.

“I may be an annoying man-child, but even I know you treat Grandma like a queen,” Tony quipped with a wink.

*^~^*

The following day, you joined the rest of the team for breakfast. Wanda had made her special chocolate chip pancakes and fresh orange juice for everyone. You sat beside Bucky and began squeezing Maple syrup over your pancakes. 

Pepper set a plate in front of Morgan and sat beside Tony. "So, what's everyone got lined up for today?"

"Nat and I are getting the recruits up to speed," Steve replied, digging into his pancakes.

“That sounds interesting,” Pepper said.

"It would be interesting if they paid attention this time," Nat remarked, downing the last of her orange juice.

"I always paid attention," you declared confidently.

"Sure, Y/N, you ran those extra laps after training at Nat’s request just for fun," Maria teased.

"Yelena and I are off to an advanced obedience class with Lucky and Fanny," Kate said. "This week, it's all about the army crawling!"

"By the end of the training, they'll be more mission-ready than your little recruits, Natasha," Yelena teased as she cut into her pancakes.

Nat leaned over and flicked her sister's arm.

"Ow, son of a—"

"Language!" Steve interjected.

Yelena was about to retort, but then she caught Morgan's smile and shut her mouth.

"I’m supposed to meet with Secretary Ross, but I'd much rather catch the new Godzilla vs. Kong movie. Anyone up for it?" Rhodes suggested.

"I'm in!" Sam exclaimed. "How about you, Buck?"

"Can't make it; I'm tied up," Bucky replied, sipping his orange juice.

“Come on, man, how often do we blend in with the crowd?" Sam quipped.

"I can't, Sam," Bucky replied with a shrug.

"Your loss," Sam retorted. "What about you, Y/N?"

"I'd love to, but I promised my grandma a visit," you replied.

"That's thoughtful of you, Y/N," Wanda chimed in.

"Oh, that reminds me, guess who didn't learn to ride a bike until they were nine?" Tony butted in enthusiastically.

You rolled your eyes. “And that's my cue to leave," you said, getting up. "Catch you all later.”

*^~^*

You made great use of Tony's money by treating your grandma to a lovely bouquet of roses and a box of her favorite chocolates. When you arrived at The Doting Tree, the scent of Fabuloso greeted you, mixing with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee from the communal area. Passing through the lobby, you exchanged a warm smile and a wave with Joan, the friendly receptionist stationed behind the oak desk.

You knocked eagerly on the door of room 508, and the sound of your grandmother's footsteps grew louder before she swung open the door.

"Y/N!" she exclaimed.

"Hey, grandma," you greeted her with a smile. "These are for you," you said, handing her the roses and chocolates.

"Oh, you didn't have to, sweetheart," she replied, taking her gifts.

You hugged her and were instantly transported back to his childhood. Her warm embrace was a comfort you didn't know you were missing.

"Please, come on in, Y/N," she said as she broke the hug.

As your grandma whipped up a delightful batch of creamy, rich hot chocolate, the cozy aroma filled the room, enveloping you in warmth and comfort. You lost track of time, immersed in lively conversations and shared memories as you leisurely walked down memory lane. She asked about your work, and you carefully selected the most positive stories to share: the most recent Stark Gala and the Avengers community outreach efforts. You wouldn't dream of telling her about the near miss on your last mission when Nat's impressive scissor-leg neck grab saved you from a potentially fatal situation.

I can't believe how quickly time has flown by," your grandma exclaimed, glancing at the clock. "Movie night starts downstairs in fifteen minutes."

"Oh, in that case, I'll leave you to get ready," you replied, getting up.

"Nonsense," she insisted. "I'd love for you to join me. Tonight is Mr. Smith Goes to Washington, a classic from the Golden Age of Hollywood."

You quickly checked your phone and were relieved to see no missed calls or texts from Fury, Maria, or Steve.

"Great, I've never seen it, and I’m free for the rest of the day," you said.

"Wonderful, let’s go," your grandma replied.

*^~^*

When you and your grandmother arrived in the small community theater, the Doting Tree staff handed out popcorn and queued up the movie. You followed your grandma to two empty seats near the end of the row. 

Hi, Y/G/N, I was hoping to see you here tonight," the brunette woman with half glasses beside her confessed.

"I wouldn't have missed this for anything. You know Jimmy Stewart is my favorite!" your grandma proclaimed. "Oh, Betty, this is my granddaughter Y/N, she's one of those Avengers!" she proudly introduced.

You felt slightly embarrassed by the attention but extended your hand to Betty. "Hi, Betty. It's great to meet you."

"It's lovely to meet you, dear. Y/G/N has told me so much about you!" Betty said.

"All good, I hope?" you joked.

"Of course. I don't know how you all do it, but thank you for everything you've done."

"It's my honor, ma'am,” you said.

"Excuse me?" a man in a sweater vest behind you said, catching your attention. "I couldn't help but overhear. You mentioned you're one of the Avengers?" 

"That's right," you replied.

"Do you happen to know James? He's one of our volunteers. My buddy Walter swears he's an Avenger."

"James?" you asked, puzzled. "We don't have anyone named—"

"Alright, folks," a familiar voice interrupted.

"Bucky," you whispered to yourself in surprise.

Your friend stood at the front of the room, looking effortlessly stylish in a casual navy crew neck shirt, perfectly fitted jeans, and trendy sneakers. His beaming smile transformed his entire appearance, making him almost unrecognizable.

"Tonight's movie is one of my favorites, Mr. Smith Goes to Washington," Bucky announced, clapping his hands together. "Jimmy Stewart was one of my favorite actors when I was a kid."

"Not to mention Jean Arthur!" someone shouted from the back row, and the room erupted in laughter.

“Alright, Stacy, can you turn off the lights, please?” Bucky asked one of the staff members.

As the idealistic young Jefferson Smith was appointed to the United States Senate, your attention continually drifted to Bucky. You observed as he quietly passed a box of Nestle crunch bites down the row to one of the residents and whispered something to the woman beside him, who laughed in response.

*^~^*

When the credits rolled, and the lights came on in the theater, you lingered at the back of the room while your grandmother caught up with her friends. Perhaps it was the spy-like instincts that Natasha had instilled in you, but you couldn’t take your eyes off him. You were captivated by the transformation in his demeanor. The man who once seemed only to wear a scowl now appeared happier than you had ever seen him.

You walked over slowly as he was engrossed in conversation with a man you recognized as Richard Swanson. According to Joan, he was one of The Doting Tree’s oldest residents in time and age. Tall and slender, with a confident posture that hinted at a lifetime of discipline and care, he still boasted a thick mane of hair that belied his age. The strands, once a rich chestnut, now shimmered with a distinguished silver hue, the only overt sign of the passing years.

"What unit were you in, Barnes?" Mr. Swanson asked.

"107th Infantry Regiment, sir," Bucky replied.

"No kidding?” said Mr. Swanson. “I was in the 103rd."

"I remember that regiment," Bucky said, snapping his fingers. "You were guarding the Trisssana Bridge, right?"

"That's right," Mr. Swanson replied. “My cousin was in the 107th Regiment. Maybe you knew him? Tim Dugan.”

"Wow," Bucky sighed, his voice trailing off as he paused to reflect. "Tim Dugan. I haven't heard that name in almost 80 years," Bucky said, his eyes distant with memories. "I did know him. He was a good man," Bucky reminisced, a hint of wistfulness in his voice.

He was indeed," Mr. Swanson sighed, his tired eyes reflecting the long day he had endured. The elderly gentleman checked his antique pocket watch. "I've got to get going. It's almost past my bedtime," he chuckled softly as he patted Bucky on the shoulder with a sense of fondness. "See you next time, Barnes."

"See you, Mr. Swanson," Buck called out, his voice carrying a tinge of warmth and respect.

"Bucky?" you said softly, careful not to startle him as you approached.

He turned at the sound of your voice, his eyes meeting yours with surprise. "Y/N? What are you doing here? I thought you were visiting your grandmother today?"

"I am; she lives here," you explained, a gentle smile gracing your lips.

"What are you doing here?" you asked, your curiosity piqued.

Bucky took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, the weight of his thoughts evident in the furrow of his brow. "Alright, look,” running his hand through his hair nervously. “Dr. Raynor thought it would be good for me to volunteer here. Spend some time with people from my generation," he said. "I resisted at first, but now..." he paused, looking around at the bustling activity of the assisted living community. "It's nice.”

"That's awesome, Buck. It's clear that the residents appreciate having you around, but why didn't you mention it to us?" You inquired.

"I just didn't want to deal with the inevitable jokes and questions from everyone," he explained.

"Oh, come on, Bucky. It wouldn't have been that bad. They would have been supportive," you reassured.

"After you left, Tony told the bike story and bought you a kid’s bicycle as a joke," Bucky deadpanned.

"Jackass," you remarked dryly.

"See," Bucky declared.

"But a supportive jackass, Buck. We all give each other shit, but at the end of the day, we're a family," you insisted. "Everyone would get it."

"Maybe," he mused. "When I'm here, I'm not an Avenger, The Winter Soldier, The White Wolf. Hell, I’m not even Bucky."

"I've noticed that, James," you said with a smirk.

Before he could respond, your grandma and her friend Betty strolled over to where you were standing.

“James, I just had to tell you how much I enjoyed tonight's movie. You have impeccable taste,” Betty said, touching his metal arm.

“Thanks a lot,” Bucky replied.

“Will you join us for our knitting class next week?” she asked eagerly.

“Work can be unpredictable, but I'm planning on it,” he responded.

“Wonderful!” Betty exclaimed. “I've been knitting a scarf for you, honey.”

Bucky blushed. “Oh, thank you. I can't wait to see it.”

"I see you’ve met James, Y/N,” your grandma said. “We’ve so enjoyed having him here the last few months.”

“Oh,” you said, looking between Bucky and your grandmother. “Yeah, I just had to come up and tell him how much I loved the movie, too.”

“Right,” Bucky said. “I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

“Well, I’m feeling a bit tuckered out, Y/N,” your grandmother said. I think I'll call it a night.”

“Okay,” you said. “I'll walk you back to your room.”

“Okay, goodnight, James,” your grandmother said.

“Goodnight, Y/G/N,” Bucky replied.

You turned back toward him before following your grandma out of the room and whispered, “Don’t leave. I'll be down in a few minutes.”

Bucky nodded in agreement.

*^~^*

As you stepped off the elevator and entered the lobby, the warm glow of the chandeliers illuminated the spacious communal room. Your eyes scanned the area, searching for Bucky. After a moment, you spotted him sitting on the plush sofa, engrossed in a copy of Lord of the Rings, which he had plucked from the nearby shelf.

Sitting beside him, you couldn't help but ask, "So, what do people think James does for a living?"

With a half-smile, he replied, "Well, those who don't know who I am think I’m a mechanic at that garage on Wilshire."

The image of Bucky as a mechanic made you chuckle, and you leaned in to hear more.

"The ones who do, like Mr. Swanson, don't give a damn about who I am or who I‘ve been," he continued, returning the book to the shelf. "All they care about is living each day to the fullest."

As you silently nodded, you reflected on his words, feeling the weight of the conversation settle in. "I understand, Buck," you said, patting his thigh. "I'm glad you're finding fulfillment here, and you can trust me to keep this between us."

"Thank you," he sighed, a sense of relief in his voice.

"Let’s go home," Bucky said, a hint of determination in his tone.

As you both said goodbye to Joan in the lobby, you stepped out into the refreshing early evening breeze.

"Alright, see you at home," you said, heading towards the bus stop.

"You took the bus here?" Bucky inquired.

"Yeah, just didn't feel like driving today," you replied.

“Want a ride? I've got Nat's motorcycle," he offered, nodding towards the bike.

You arched an eyebrow, "Does she know you have it?" You knew Natasha didn't just lend her bike to anyone. You had learned that the hard way during one of your early missions together.

"Yep, she allows me to borrow the motorcycle in exchange for helping with recruit training," Bucky explained as he slipped on his leather jacket.

"Alright, I'll take your word for it," you agreed.

As you were getting ready to hop on the back of the motorcycle, you spotted the extra helmet hanging on the back. 

“Really?” Bucky quipped. “You never wear a helmet out in the field.”

“I know,” glancing back at The Doting Tree, “I just want to keep a promise to my grandmother,” you said with a smirk.

“Good call,” he replied with a grin.

You fastened the helmet and hopped on the back of the bike, wrapping your arms around Bucky’s waist. With a twist of the throttle, the bike roared to life as Bucky revved up the engine. Together, you both zoomed out of the parking lot, heading back toward the compound with a newfound sense of camaraderie and understanding.

[lunaviee]

can i request where reader cant go to their match and they got angry which makes them say the word "i shouldve invite *ex's name*, she wouldve come." and reader reaction can be up to you! with rin and maybe chigiri? thank you so much and please stay hydrate! sending loves <33

OHHH MYYY GODDD ANONNN……..

the way i gasped so loud when i saw this OMGOMG

okay so, idk if you’re wanting PURE ANGST for this but like i’ll add fluff at the end anyway bc the more the merrier😇😁😁

OKAY SO UMM..i’m a procrastinator, it’s no secret. so uhh chigiris will be posted when i remember to work on it, sorry😭

“are you serious?” “you’re..kidding, right?”

chigiri hyoma and rin itoshi x reader (seperate) click here for chigiri’s

tags/warnings: angst to comfort, swearing, arguing, NOT PROOFREAD…

synopsis: if he’s so insistent on you being there to support him, why doesn’t he do the same?

a/n: i am SO SORRY this took so long </3 i got busy but this request is soo..chefs kiss i hope i did it justice😓

RIN ITOSHI—

the faint mumbles from the tv filled rin’s apartment as you made a quick snack to eat, knowing your boyfriend should be home any minute. you sat down on the couch to eat, turning the tv volume up as background noise while you looked out the window. it faced a gorgeous view of your city, along with a nice view of the sunset.

after some time, you were back in the kitchen to clean up a bit.

*click*

the jingling of keys indicated rin was home, a tad later that usual but you payed no mind to it.

“hey,” you smiled, “welcome home, how was practice?” arms wrapping around his neck as he set his bag down, taking his shoes off. his arm snaked around your waist to pull you closer to him, planting a kiss on your temple.

“eh, same as always. those lukewarm lunatics don’t know what they’re doing”

you hummed in response, rin pulling away from you to look you in the eye. he spoke again. “we have a game in a few days. you’re going, right?” it sounded more like a demand than a question.

“oh uh about that” you broke eye contact, a twinge of nervousness tainted your face. “i was given an extra shift at work so i’ll be swamped, i don’t think i’ll be able to make it, sorry”

his before softened gaze now pierced right through you, full of annoyance. “really? i thought you’d want to come to my games.” his arms left your torso and flopped to his side, lower back resting on the counter.

“i do! i always do..rin you know this, i go to your games when i can but lately i’ve just been more busy an-” you rambled.

he cut you off, “quit the excuses.”

“excuse me?” you replied, shocked at how his silver tongue was so quick to interrupt you.

“i get it. you’re busy. you don’t have to make up these half-baked excuses and try to make me feel better.” he moved from the counter, straightening his back and showing his full height, looking down on you as if you were less than him at that moment.

“excuses? rin, what the hell are you talking about? i’m being serious.” confusion swirled in your mind, what was up with him??

“you know, i never had these problems with *ex’s name*. she was always happy to come to my games. no excuses, no lies. every game, she was there. why can’t you be like that?” rin’s venom stained words singed into your brain, glints of annoyance pooled in his eyes. a twinge of guilt settled in his gut the minute those words spilled out of his mouth, but he payed no mind to it.

“what?” your eyes widened in disbelief, “are you fucking serious?”

how could he say that? sure, rin was petty and used bitter language when he was upset, but comparing you to his ex? that was a new low, even for him. after all of the crap you two talked about when mentioning both of your exes in the past, you’d assume he’d want absolutely nothing to do with her. right?

“why wouldn’t i be?” not once did his gaze leave your figure, was he serious? “she actually took my career seriously.”

you were beyond shocked, eyes narrowing as your brows knitted together. “invite her then.” you retorted. “maybe i will, maybe then i’ll have someone who actually supports me there.” he scoffed.

his words made your blood boil, eye twitching before you spoke again, “get out.” you gritted through your teeth, fingers fiddling with the hem of your (his) sweater as to not lose your cool.

“what?” he scoffed, not expecting such a response (he really should have, what was he thinking??)

“did i fucking stutter? or is your skull too thick to hear what i have to say. get. out.”

the strikers face further scrunched, yet not moving an inch. “this is my apartment. if you’re upset, then leave.” he brushed past you without a single regret as to what he had said, not entirely believing you’d actually leave, where else did you have to go?

“fine then.” you slipped your shoes on while dialing a number on your phone before slamming the door, leaving the rin to sit with his thoughts. you had much, much more to say, but the thought of having to stay in the same vicinity as you made your stomach churn.

who did you call? why, your best friend of course, who else would you trust with this information. sure, rin’s teammates weren’t bad people to open up to, but you needed someone who could understand your feelings through angry sobs and incoherent mumbles.

it was only a matter of time before you were sat on yours friends bed, angry tears burning your cheeks as you rambled on about how dumb your boyfriend was.

“break up with him” your friend mumbled, only half joking. “me personally, i wouldn’t stay with a man, nah, a BOY who brings up his ex when he’s mad..”

you lifted your head from the tear stained pillow to meet your friend’s gaze. “yeah but……ugh i hate when you’re right” your sentence ending with a laugh

“i’m kidding..kind of” she sneered “either way, screw him, ghost his ass until he comes crying at your doorstep”

“what??” you shot up from your position, now almost on top of your friend. she was faced you, a more serious expression painting her face

“seriously though, you shouldn’t have to deal with that shit [n/n], he has the be the one to apologize.” you nodded in response, good thing your friend had a bit more common sense than you did in that moment.

“yeah, you’re right, thanks”

“any time, now do you wanna stay here or are you good to go home?”

“i’ll stay here and bug you more”

“okay then” she laughed out, the two of you now laying on the bed on your backs, staring at the ceiling

• { time skip - two days later } •

the radio silence that came from rin was like torture, did he not care? not a single text or phone call, not even a message given from one of his teammates. it was hard to stay positive.

sure, he deserved the silent treatment, but he was your boyfriend. his company single-handedly made your days better. being separated because of a fight that he didn’t want to resolve was stupid.

your friend tried taking you out today to get your mind off of the situation. it was going well, up until you walked into your favorite cafe.

you were met with a face you were too familiar with. rin’s. his eyes widened in disbelief and he twitched, almost as if he was about to run after you. and so you and your friend took one good look at him and immediately left. if the argument was going to be resolved, it wasn’t going to be in a public cafe.

your friend pushed you by the shoulders as you both shuffled out of the doors, you pulling out your phone to find another place to go to at the same time.

“shit.” was the only thing that rin had managed to mutter out as he saw the two of you running away from the cafe. it’s not that he wanted to avoid you. it’s that he was ashamed. he was scared that nothing he would say would amount to enough of an apology for what he said.

rin was scared that this was the end of you two. his worst fears of losing the one person he knew loved and understood him were coming true and is was his fault. the past few days were filled with doubt and regret, his teammates even noticing his practices were depleting.

the rest of the day came and went, your friend dropped you off back at your apartment where you collapsed on the couch, left with your thoughts once again. you were about to just pass out on your couch and ditch work the next morning, like you have been for the past few days.

that was until you heard a frantic knock on your door, jolting you awake. your worried expression dropped to one of annoyance and bitterness; it was rin. but, he looked different. his usually blank expression was now one of exhaustion and hurt.

he’d been..crying?

your eyes widened in confusion, you opened your mouth to tell him to leave before he cut you off.

“i’m sorry” he blurted out

he was looking down to you, except it was much different than before. rin looked desperate, his eye contact only further confirmed it.

he reached his hand out to place it on your shoulder, hesitating. you opened the door to let him in, sitting on the edge of your couch next to each other.

“i’m so sorry [name].”

“i know.”

“it was stupid, you mean so much to me and i..i ruined it.”

“i know.”

“please, you don’t need to forgive me now i just…”

he paused. rin’s head moved to look at the ground.

“i just need to know you won’t leave me. you can ignore me for as long as you’d like and i’d understand. but just…please i need you back” he begged, small tears brimming at his eyes, what a rare sight to see.

silence fell between the two of you, but it wasn’t like the comfortable silences you’ve shared before. it was tense and awkward.

“okay” your voice was barely above a whisper, “i won’t leave you, i think we both know that” you say with a smile.

rin looked back up at you, eyes wide, full of hope and relief.

“but listen i…” the moonlight only further highlighted just how much the two of you had been crying

“it’s gonna take some time. that was really fucked up, you know that?”

“yeah..yeah i know. i’m sorry. you’re nothing like her i-”

“i know.”

the two of you were now looking at each other, faces flushed from crying and relief. the silence was comfortable again.

“let’s just..go to sleep, yeah? we can talk about it in the morning, i think we both could discuss better afterwards” you offered, leaning closer to the armrest of your couch as you were too tired to go to your bed

rin hummed back in response, laying on your chest as he wrapped his arms around your waist. your hands found their way to his hair, heartbeats practically synchronizing.

“you know..i’m still not going to your game” you whispered, peeking one eye open to watch your boyfriend. he smiled, “i know” a laugh spilled out of his mouth before you both fell asleep.

[marnikula]

i loved the reader who cant say no trope :') i used to be that way

CAN WE GET READER WHO IS SUPER ASSERTIVE AND HAS A THING FOR SPENCER WHO IS JUST LIKE IN BAMBOOZLES OF READER BEING SO COMFORTABLE SAYING NO AND BEING STRAIGHTFORWARD 🙏🙏

SIMP

I could not think of any way to write this well for a few days, so sorry for the late reply. Also, if you are reading this and you made a request, I promise I am getting to it, I've just been a bit swamped with work and writing this post.

Now then, no real warnings except some cringe in the way that reader relentlessly simps after Reid.

✨Enjoy!✨

Your first meeting with Spencer Reid was something he would never be able to forget, even with his eidetic memory. You waltzed up to him after one of his guest lectures with such confidence that he stood to the side, thinking that you would pass by him. But you didn't. You stopped in front of him, speaking words that he would have never had the courage to utter to someone: "Do you have a name, or can I call you mine?"

He remembers seeing the way your friends cringed behind you, the pick up line that left your lips clearly having made them uncomfortable. When he thought that you would move on after seeing the blush spreading all the way from his toes to his ears, thinking that maybe you coming to flirt with him was a dare, but you didn't. Instead, you uttered another sentence that he could feel himself cringe to as well, but you didn't seem to mind, your eyes too filled with determination to be put off by his facial expression at your request. "I lost my phone number, can I have yours?" He genuinely thought you were joking, but then you held out your phone to him.

In a stupor of confusion, Spencer entered his contact details, waiting for the punchline to come, proving that this truly was some sort of joke. Throughout the whole interaction he was wondering how someone as attractive as you would decide to come up to him of all people and used lines that not even Morgan had the guts to use to try and flirt with him.

It took a few weeks of you consistently sending him pick up lines along with good morning messages and invites to a date before he decided to ask Morgan for advice. It wasn't helpful. His friend had simply laughed in disbelief when told the story and was rendered speechless when he read the messages exchanged between you, most of them from your side. Spencer decided to go for it, after all, what was the worst that could happen, you hit him with another pick up line?

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It was worse, so much worse. When he arrived at the designated spot to find you before going to the movies he was met with a bouquet of red roses with branches of baby's breath spread in between. It was a beautiful arrangement he greatly appreciated, but the fact that you gave it to him the moment he stepped out of his car and into your view, as well as the fact that it was a very public display of affection sent Spencer reeling into a stuttering and blushing mess.

The movie you picked out was a romantic comedy, and although Spencer laughed quite a lot, he could not really enjoy the movie itself, too focused on the fact that you held his hand the moment the two of you sat down. It truly baffled Spencer how you could be so nonchalant about how you approached him, you did things he would not have even imagined in his wildest dreams to have the confidence to do.

At dinner, you decided to take him to your favorite restaurant. It was a quaint Italian place a few blocks down from the movie theater. The whole walk there you were full of energy, talking to him and listening to him spew random facts about things that happened in the movie. Your eyes held such pure adoration he wondered if he might have hung the stars in the sky without even realizing it.

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Spencer enjoyed his evening with you more than he ever had with anyone else he had gone out with before. As he lay in bed, thinking about the kiss you planted solidly on his cheek after he dropped you off at your apartment he wondered again how it was possible for someone so bright and confident to be as interested in him as you were.

As he drifted off to sleep, Reid wondered where this unfolding relationship with you would take him, and he could truly say that he was excited to see what would happen.

[heeseungiez]

nothing i don’t have | pjs

part 5: like the old times

pairings! park jongseong x reader, ft. huening kai x reader

summary! it was supposed to be simple, you and jay would fuck whenever either of you felt horny — no feelings. but it was hard not to catch feelings where park jongseong was involved. so you took the easy way out: you ended it.

genre! texts, written fic, college au, love triangle (corner)

content warnings! written part (500+ words)

author's note! very late very short update but i'm swamped with uni and work and group orders </3 failed english syntax, fell from the stairs and i have 5 more exams next week, idk what i'll do (probably play love and deepspace)

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You really wanted to have Heeseung’s legendary Shin Ramyun.

But you couldn’t, in good conscience, leave Kai to fend for himself at a party. Your heart wanted to take you to Jay’s apartment, but your head reasoned that it was better this way. Were you even ready to be around Jay like this? In a setting different than band practice or lectures?

Like a total weirdo, you sat outside of Yeonjun’s house on the porch by yourself. Did that mean you left Kai on his own inside the house though? Not at all. Because realistically, Yeonjun was a good friend of his, and they were close enough for him to have gone alone. But he wanted you with him. 

You should be touched, right? Kai invited you to a party — to go there with him. As his girlfriend. Something Jay had never and would never do with the type of relationship the two of you had. But still, you’d rather be with Jay and his friends right now, and it made you feel terrible toward Kai.

He was trying so hard to make you forget Jay. And you adored him. You cared about him. So much. Yet everything between the two of you felt so… friendly. Kai hadn’t even initiated anything with you yet, and you’d been together long enough, right? More than a month was enough, surely.

You sighed and ran a hand over your face as you stared at your notifications. Jay’s messages to you were displayed on the screen, changing from worry to disappointment. You couldn’t bring yourself to reply to him. The idea of explaining yourself terrified you. Because not telling the truth was much easier than lying. 

A pair of hands sneaked around your waist. You let out a scream as strong arms lifted you up on your feet, and as you were turned around, Kai put a hand over your mouth to silence you, wide-eyed. 

“Please, don’t scream. I didn’t mean to scare you,” he said helplessly, taking his hand away once you were calm and not convinced you were being kidnapped. 

“Kai,” you breathed out, burying your head in his chest while trying to slow down your beating heart. He scared the fuck out of you. 

He wrapped his arms around you again, rubbing circles on your back. “I’m sorry. I really didn’t mean to do that. Are you mad at me?”

“No, of course, not.” You shook your head, reciprocating his embrace. “But don’t do that again.”

“I won’t.” He kissed the top of your head. “You’re not having fun, are you?” he asked, and another question was on top of his tongue, but he swallowed it because the last thing he wanted to do was bring up Jay. Though as far as Kai was aware, you always seemed to enjoy parties whenever he was around. 

“I just have a lot on my mind,” you said. “I don’t know—”

“If you want, Taehyun isn’t at the dorm right now,” Kai proposed randomly, and you looked up at him in surprise. “We could go there?”

“You want to go to your dorms? Just the two of us?”

“Unless you don’t want to? I mean, I just thought… since we’re officially boyfriend and girlfriend now…” Kai scratches the back of his head nervously before shoving his hands in the pockets of his jeans. 

You smile. “No, actually, I’d love to,” you replied.

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[daisies-daydreams]

Next Round’s On Me (Simon “Ghost” Riley x Jealous!Fem!Reader)

Pairing: Simon “Ghost” Riley x Jealous!F!Reader Category: Smut (18+) Warnings: Drinking, Car Sex, Marshmallow Hell, Breast Play, Cowgirl, Handjobs, Clit Play, Slight Bondage, Mutual Masturbation Word Count: 2.7k+

A/N: Part 2 of an anonymous request (original ask linked below).

Next Round’s On Me (König's Version)

You sighed as you rubbed your temples. Your boyfriend, Simon, was currently in the shower. He recently returned from a long mission, his body aching and sore from the intense situations he found himself in. While you were over the moon that Simon returned, you were so swamped with your job that you barely had time to make even a single conversation with him. You jumped when a pair of wet, rough hands slid over your upper arms.

“Didn't mean to scare you, lovie,” Simon chuckled. His soaked, dirty blonde hair fell flat against his forehead, his dark brown eyes focused on your exhaustion-ridden face. You only flapped your hand.

“It’s fine,” you sighed before turning back to the paperwork set before you. You relaxed when you felt him run his fingers through your hair before pressing his lips to the top of your head.

“I know you’ve been busy-but I think a break is in order for the both of us,” he suggested as he smoothed his hand over your hair. You glanced up from your work, your cheek resting in your hand. “Besides, gotta celebrate me coming back to you in one piece somehow,” Simon raised his brows. You shook your head as a faint smile traced across your face. He hummed as you spun around in your chair, your hands grasping at his towel as you licked your lips. Your brows furrowed in confusion as he placed his large hands over yours.

“Not quite what I had in mind,” he rumbled.

+++

You swayed along to the sound of the music crashing over the bar. It was fairly late-only a few patrons were floating around as the bartender busied himself with cleaning up the counter. The corner of Simon’s eyes crinkled as he kissed your cheek…forgetting that he was wearing a dark face mask. Both of you chuckled before he pulled the fabric down. You stared at his pink lips as a rush of warmth rushed over you. You closed your eyes as you wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned forward.

Your eyes snapped open when your phone suddenly rang to life. You sighed and pulled it from your pocket. It was a coworker. You glanced over at Simon and he nodded.

“I’m sorry,” you said. Simon shook his head and squeezed your hand.

“It’s alright, love. I’m not going anywhere,” he assured you with a wink. You giggled before slipping out of your booth. A brunette woman eyed you from the bar, her stare dark and territorial. You shook it off as you walked outside and finally answered the call.

It probably only lasted about five minutes. Something about them losing track of what to bring to the next meeting. You went down the list of items before they thanked you and apologized several times. You sighed as you hung up, quick to turn your phone on silent. You looked up at the stars that were sprinkled across the late night sky before heading back inside.

You froze when you saw the woman at the bar now sitting at your booth. Not only that, she was sitting right next to Simon, her legs slightly spread apart as she nibbled on her straw. Simon sat stiff as a board as she kept gabbing into his ear.

“What are you doing after this?” she purred, her eyes raking down his broad chest. You fumed as you stomped over to them. Simon’s eyes remained cold as he avoided her gaze.

“Probably going to have sex with my girlfriend,” he replied with a straight tone. She cackled and threw her head back just as you neared the booth. Your eye twitched as she placed a hand over his tattooed forearm. Simon’s shoulders tensed as he glanced over.

“Silly-you’re looking right at her,” the woman cooed as she brushed her fingers over one of his inky skulls. You crossed your arms and cleared your throat. The woman’s brows knitted together as she turned. Her eyes widened slightly as you raised your brows.

“Care to get out of my seat?” you asked, venom laced in your voice. The woman rolled her eyes as she hesitantly shuffled out of the booth. She shot you a nasty glare, an expression you happily returned. She was out of sight as you turned your attention back to your love.

“My hero,” he chuckled deeply. His voice was husky as his shoulders relaxed. You remained standing at his side of the booth, your legs suddenly pressed together as you felt a twinge of heat stir in your core. Simon tilted his head. “You alright, love?” he asked. His voice sounded even deeper now. Did his muscles always ripple like that? You nodded as you released a hot, shaky breath.

“Uh-huh, just feeling a bit buzzed is all,” you said as you fanned your flushed face. Simon grunted as he checked his watch.

“Gettin’ pretty late. Let’s head on back, yeah?” he said as he nodded towards the door. You licked your lips, lust quickly clouded your mind as you nodded back.

“Y-Yeah,” you blushed as you stepped back for him to get out. Simon glanced down at you, his pupils somewhat dilated as his hand sprawled across your lower back. You gasped, the slight contact sending shivers down your spine. He paid for your drinks before guiding you towards your car. The vehicle beeped across the nearly empty lot as he unlocked it. Your eyes shifted to the back seat as he opened the passenger car door. He laughed when you climbed in the back instead.

“Where you goin’, lovie?” he mused. You wiggled your hips as you sat squarely in the center of the backseat. You avoided his gaze as you puffed your chest out.

“I think I’ll stay back here,” you lilted, glancing at him out of the corner of your eye. Simon chuckled as he shook his head.

“You’re more smashed than I thought,” he teased. You gasped as you turned towards him. He stepped closer towards you, his covered face inches from yours.

“Or maybe…you’re just being a naughty little minx,” he rumbled as he cupped your chin with his hand. You batted your lashes and parted your lips, his thumb threatening to slip into your mouth. He barely had time to blink before you snatched his mask from his face. Simon clicked his tongue as he watched you crawl as far as you could from him.

“Naughty minx, then,” he huffed with an amused smile. You knew Simon was a smart man-that he’d see through your paper-thin guise. You smirked as he closed the door behind him, the car shaking slightly from the movement of him crawling towards you. His eyes widened as you suddenly pounced on him, swiftly pinning him beneath your thighs. Your pupils grew as your face lingered over his exposed neck, your hot breath fanning over his pulse. You pulled a strained groan from him as you sucked a hickey over his skin, enjoying the slight flavor of his sweat.

The windows were cracked just enough for some air to trickle in as you licked and suckled his flesh. Simon grunted while his hands wandered down to cup your ass. You unlatched your lips from his neck before swallowing his mouth with a sloppy kiss. Your hips sank down as you grinded against his clothed sex, his cock already hardening beneath your ministrations. You finally parted your lips and gasped for air. Both of your chests rose and fell, his hands gently massaging the flesh of your behind.

“Careful now. We could get caught,” he husked into your ear. You bit your bottom lip before tugging at your shirt. Simon seemed to disregard his own warning as you let your breasts spill out from your bra. One of his hands wandered to your hip while the other grazed over your nipple. His grunts were muffled when you shoved his face in between your breasts. He inhaled deeply through his nose as he moved his face back and forth. Your hand gripped the back of his head as he rolled his tongue over your tits, lathering them with his warm spit.

You moaned as you continued to grind your clothed sex over Simon’s growing erection-his cock scorching below you. A jolt of arousal shocked through you as he kneaded your tit with one hand while he latched his lips around your areola. Your hand remained glued to his head as he tugged your nipple between his teeth, his tongue soon smoothing over the pinched nub. He muffled something into your breasts, the vibrations sending small waves of arousal down into your dripping core.

“What was that?” you tilted your head as you loosened your grip on him. Simon leaned his head up and smiled gently, gazing directly into your eyes.

“I said ‘I love you’,” he breathed. You gasped as a wave of warmth crashed over you, your hips coming to a complete halt. Your lips parted as your fingers curled into the back of his neck.

“I-I love you, too,” you sniffed. Simon’s brows knitted as he brushed your cheek with his hand.

“What’s wrong, hun?” he asked. You shook your head as you blinked away a few tears.

“I-I just-” you cut yourself off as you stared down at his abs peeking up from beneath his rustled shirt.

“(Y/N), look at me,” Simon said. You slowly glanced up at him, your bottom lip trembling. Something seemed to click as his eyes widened slightly, though he wanted to hear it from your own lips. You sighed as you pressed your forehead against his shoulder.

“You really mean it?” you asked. Simon leaned back slightly as a frown etched onto his face.

“Of course I do, love,” he assured, his hand falling down to grasp and knead your hip. You nodded and relaxed in his hold. He kissed your temple, allowing you to rest on him. “You realize your tits are still out, right?” he piqued. You rolled your eyes and slapped his shoulder playfully. He chuckled before admiring you shoving your shirt and bra off, your breasts bouncing down as you shifted your hips.

Simon grabbed and massaged them in his hands as you went in for another kiss. He gasped into your mouth as your fingers traced over the outline of his cock from beneath his jeans. You shivered-he was hard as a rock. You kept your lips on his as you undid his button, then his zipper. Simon bucked his hips up slightly as you pulled his boxers down. You looked into his eyes for any sign of discomfort, but all you saw was a man staring at you with a hungry, half-lidded gaze.

You swallowed a lump in your throat as you slid your hand beneath his briefs. You gasped as his cock throbbed beneath the tips of your fingers. His hands tightened around your tits as you pulled his dick out. It nearly smacked against his rough abs as you pulled him free. You plunged your tongue into his mouth, tasting the remnants of smokey liquor.

“Fuck, baby,” Simon groaned as you pumped his erect cock. His hands fell down and dipped below the hem of your pants. You moaned as he pressed his thumb to your clit, his fingers dipping into your slit. “So wet, sweet girl,” he purred. You panted as you roughly squeezed the base of his cock. He cursed beneath his breath as he swiped over your swollen nub, your folds squelching as he spread them with his digits. You were teetering on the precipice of losing control, but soon smirked as you stopped jerking him off. Simon huffed as he stared you down.

“Why’d you-” his words were cut off when you raised yourself. You clumsily shucked off your pants, fishing your panties out. Ghost eyed the article of clothing curiously as you held them with your index finger. His shoulders tensed as you leaned forward.

“I want to ride you, Si,” you moaned into his ear. He shuddered beneath you as he swallowed thickly.

“Fuckin’ hell,” he groaned. You took his wrists in your hands, wrapping your panties around them as you kissed along his jaw. “Never seen you this riled up before,” he commented as you placed his now tied hands behind his head. You giggled and nipped at his earlobe.

“I’m just getting started,” you rasped. He groaned in approval before you sank your hips back down. Your pussy lips spread over his cock, smearing your slick across his girth. His back arched as you shifted your hips forward, the car rocking with your subtle movements. You could see him straining against the panties wrapped around his hands as you circled your hips. You keened at the flush tip of his cock slid over your sensitive clit, a bolt of pleasure rushing through you.

“Fuck, lovie-that’s it. Moves your hips just like that,” he panted. You kept a steady pace as you pressed yourself against him, your nipples brushing over his now damp t-shirt. The slick sound of your cunt sliding over his dick made you feel numb to your surroundings, including the night air that seeped in through the cracked windows.

“God, yes,” you cried as your clit caught on his lower abdomen with each movement of your hips. You were sure the car was rocking now with how hungrily you were thrusting against his hard length.

“Fuck, baby. Please, I need to feel your tight cunt around me,” Simon nearly whined. The sound of his desperate tone made you slow your movements. You smashed your lips against his as you angled your hips. His tip kissed against your dripping slit before you slowly sheathing his cock within your tight walls. The stretch was always immense, his dick stuffing and stretching you to the brim. His head rolled back as you buried yourself to the hilt. Both of you shook as your cunt greedily sucked him in. A deep rumble came from his chest as you flexed your cunt around him.

“Fuck,” he drawled out as you kissed up his thick neck. You shuddered as you slowly slid up. A moan left you as you back down on his length, his cock stretching your hole wide open.

The car windows began to fog up as you rocked your hips against him, his cock threatening to split you in two every time you sank back down. You squeezed his shoulders as you bounced on his dick, each stroke sending you closer to falling off the edge. The sound of fabric tearing ripped through the car. Your eyes shot open as your panties lay in tatters behind his head. You whined as Simon’s hands came down to squeeze your hips.

“I’ll get you some new ones,” he husked quickly as he bucked his hips in time with your rocking. You keened as his dick reached up and pounded your cervix, your head falling back and lungs gasping for air.

“Yes!” you cried out as your fingers flexed around his shoulders. One of his hands slid between your sandwiched bodies and rubbed sloppy circles around your puffy bundle of nerves. You emitted a sharp moan as your cunt clenched around him.

“Shit, Si,” you gasped. Your movements became more frantic, his cock slipping through your tight walls as your slick soaked his lap. “Fuck, gonna cum!” you cried out. You shoved your hips down, your mouth opening into a silent scream as your walls convulsed around him. Simon groaned, his cock twitching inside you as your body was wracked with wave after wave of euphoric rapture. Your pussy fluttered around his dick, milking him dry as he filled your pussy with his thick cum.

You rested your forehead on his, your bodies covered in a sheen of sweat as you caught your breath. Your heartbeat slowed as Simon pressed his lips to yours.

“I love you so much,” you murmured. He beamed and kissed your forehead.

“I love you too, hun,” he said softly.

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[drugs-and-daddyissues]

𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐄

𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎 At a Hollywood party, after your boyfriend, Johnny, keeps getting flirted with by every damn girl at the party, your jealousy gets the better of you, and you remind him that he's yours.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 sexual content, oral (m! receiving), public sexual activity, jealousy

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 Johnny Depp x gn!reader

You usually weren't a jealous person, but when it came to Johnny, you just couldn't help it. Everybody in the room wanted him, even though you kept a possessive hand on his arm all night.

He leaned over to you and whispered, "I know this is your least favorite part, but I swear, just an hour and a half at most, and we'll chill." He assured. You knew that, especially in his industry, it was important to make connections.

But even when you were sitting, it was anything but "chilling". Some blonde actress was shamelessly flirting with him, and he was just letting it happen.

You were sick of it, silently seething. You didn't like this side of him, this man who wouldn't stand up for your relationship. Perhaps he needed a reminder who he brought to this event.

When the actress turned her head, you discreetly slipped under the table, the white cloth hanging over, shielding anyone from seeing you under there.

He gave you a confused look, but that immediately turned into slight panic and arousal as you began undoing his fly.

"What the fuck are you doing??" He whispered to just you, but he didn't have time to receive a reply, because the actress turned back to him.

You just gave a mischievous smile as he fumbled to give an excuse to the woman as to why you were gone. You didn't care in this moment, taking his erection out of his boxers.

You saw how hard he was. Nasty boy. You immediately took him into your mouth, all the way until you felt his tip against the back of your throat.

You could stay like this for a while, just encasing him in the warmth of your mouth; and you did for several minutes, watching him getting a bit antsy in his seat.

He discreetly slipped his hand under the table, tangling in your hair, moving your head to fuck your throat. Words wouldn't work, but you could tell his actions were a silent message. Please baby.

You had two options: quit teasing him on your own accord, or let him work for his pleasure, and you decided to make him work for it, jealousy still burning in you. You knew you'd be in trouble when you two got home, but that was later you's problem.

Plus, you liked the thrill; The way he pulled your hair, forcing his cock in your throat, sliding in and out, deeper each time. You shifted your hand to palm where his balls would be under his pants, feeling his thighs tense slightly as you know he bit back a groan.

"Are you okay, John?" You heard the blonde ask. God, he was still conversing with her? Guess he didn't have much choice- he couldn't just get up and leave, not with his cock buried in your throat, which was no doubt going to be the cause of a bit of soreness later.

"Uh- Yes. Sorry, I had coffee earlier. You know how some people get with caffeine.. I can't ever sit still.." He tried to play it off with a soft chuckle, but you could tell he was getting close, the way his strokes of your head got messier, even as he tried to stay hidden.

You didn't hear the woman's response, not focused on that as you felt Johnny spill in your mouth- warm seed coating your tongue, his fingers digging into your scalp harshly, yet it only sent sparks of desire to your core.

Sometime later, the woman left, and you reemerged from under the table, smoothing out your crisp outfit as if nothing ever happened. He quickly fixed his pants, before leaning over to whisper, "You're in so much trouble when you get home, you brat."

You just quietly giggled and whispered back, "I figured as much."

┆𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓┆

𝐀/𝐍 Wow that sucked, I'm so sorry LMFAO. I've been absolutely swamped with school, and getting home late. I barely have time for writing anymore. I have so many ideas and not enough hours in the day 💔💔

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[u6is]

part 2!

warning: cheating

—kylian mbappé x reader: angst

In the thriving heart of Madrid, the cobblestone streets shimmered under the warm glow of the streetlights, and the vibrant colors of the buildings seemed to dance as shadows played along their facades. It was a typical evening in the city, one that promised adventure and romance to those who sought it.

Unfortunately, you are not in the mood for either. You had been looking forward to this vacation with your fiance, Ben, for months. But the trip had taken a sharp turn when you found out it was a work trip for you, and you had been swamped with meetings and deadlines ever since you both had arrived.

The one night you had hoped to carve out for a romantic dinner together had turned into a battle against your inbox.

Now, standing in the doorway of the quaint Spanish restaurant you had planned to visit, your eyes searched the dimly lit room for Ben. Your heart sank when you spotted him at the counter bar, surrounded by a group of giggling women, a cocktail in hand and a twinkle in his eye that was not reserved for you. The scene unfolded before you like a movie you hadn't paid to see. You had been running late from your last meeting, your heels clicking against the pavement as you rushed to make it in time. But it appeared you wasn't the only one Ben had been waiting for.

The host, a charming Spaniard with a thick accent, looked up from his podium with a smile that quickly faded when he noticed the tension in your posture.

"Table for two," you murmured, trying to keep the disappointment from your voice.

He led you to a small, intimate table in the corner, and as you sat down, you couldn't help but feel like the walls were closing in. The candlelight flickered, casting eerie shadows across your face as you stared at the empty chair across from you, willing it to be filled with someone other than the man you had caught red-handed.

Ben looked up, his eyes briefly locking with yours before he feigned surprise. He excused himself from his newfound companions and sauntered over, planting a kiss on your cheek that felt as forced as the smile you returned.

"You made it," he said, sliding into his seat with the ease of someone who had not just been caught.

You picked up the menu, trying to focus on the words printed on the page instead of the storm brewing in your chest.

"I did," you replied curtly, "but I see you've already started without me."

He chuckled, a sound that usually melted your heart but now just made your blood boil.

"Just passing the time, babe. You know how it is when you're stuck waiting." His casual attitude grated on you like sandpaper on skin.

Ignoring the simmering anger, you focused on the menu, pretending to scrutinize the options as if you hadn't already decided on the seafood paella hours ago. The waiter arrived, a concerned look on his face as he sensed the tension. Ben ordered for both of you, choosing the most expensive bottle of wine without asking for your input. You nodded stiffly, not trusting yourself to speak.

As the waiter left to fetch the wine, Ben reached for your hand across the table. His touch was cold and clammy, a stark contrast to the warmth of the room.

"I'm sorry you had to work so much, baby," he said, his voice a blend of insincerity and rehearsed charm. "I've just been trying to make the best of the situation, you know?"

You pulled your hand away, your eyes never leaving the menu.

"I see that," you said, your voice flat. The air between you felt thick and oppressive, the laughter of the other diners seemingly amplified in the quiet space you had created.

"So, how's your vacation been?" you asked, the sarcasm dripping from each word like honey from a spoon.

Ben's smile faltered for a moment before he regained his composure.

"It's been great," he said, his eyes darting to the group of women at the bar. "Met some interesting people around town."

The waiter returned with the wine, pouring a glass for each of you with a flourish. Ben took a sip, his eyes never leaving yours as he swirled the liquid in the glass. You took a deep breath, trying to ignore the knot in your stomach.

"I'm sure you have," you said, your voice as cool as the evening air outside.

As the conversation stalled, the background music grew louder, filling the void with a Spanish melody that seemed to mock the tension at your table. You couldn't bring yourself to look at Ben, instead focusing on the flickering candle in the center, watching the shadows play across the crumpled napkin. The smell of garlic and olive oil wafted from the kitchen, taunting you with the promise of a meal that was now ruined.

The first course arrived, a platter of tapas that you had been looking forward to sharing. But the sight of the food only served as a reminder of the distance that had grown between you. Ben made an effort to engage you in conversation, telling a story about a hilarious misunderstanding he'd had with a taxi driver earlier that day. But his words fell flat, each syllable bouncing off the walls of your disillusionment.

You picked at the food, your appetite nowhere to be found. The tangy flavors of the olives and the crunch of the croquetas were lost on you as you dissected every moment of your relationship, trying to pinpoint where things had gone so wrong. Was it the long hours at work that had driven you apart? Or was it something deeper, a fundamental lack of respect that you had been ignoring?

As the minutes dragged on, you felt your anger coalesce into something colder, something harder to ignore. You set your fork down with a clink and met Ben's gaze. "You know, I've been thinking," you began, your voice measured and calm.

He leaned in, a hint of hope in his eyes that you might have forgiven him. "Yeah?"

You took a deep breath, the scent of his cologne, once comforting, now suffocating. "Maybe we need a little break," you suggested, your tone even. "Just to cool things off a bit."

Ben's face fell, the color draining from his cheeks. "What are you saying?" His voice was a mix of shock and desperation.

You took a sip of water, buying yourself a moment to gather your thoughts. "Just that maybe we need some space," you replied, your gaze unwavering. "A chance to figure out if this is really what we both want."

Ben's handsome features contorted into a frown. He leaned back in his chair, his eyes searching yours for a hint of a bluff. "Are you serious, what about the wedding?"

You nodded, keeping the smile on your face, though it felt like it might crack any moment. "I am," you said, your voice steady.

"The wedding is a big deal, and if you can't even manage to keep your eyes on me during a simple dinner, then maybe we need to reevaluate."

Flashbacks to your carefree days in Germany flooded your mind. You remembered the time you had caught Ben with another woman at a street fair, their heads close together as they laughed at some shared joke. You had felt a pang of jealousy, but he had quickly introduced her as "just a friend" and you had chosen to believe him, to dismiss it as an innocent encounter.

You had been so in love, so willing to overlook his flaws, so eager to build a life together that you had convinced yourself it was nothing. The memory was a stark contrast to the man sitting across from you now, his eyes still lingering on the group of women at the bar.

When the bill arrived, Ben reached for his wallet, but you were quicker, slapping your credit card down before he could react. "This one's on me," you said, your voice filled with an icy finality. He didn't argue, just nodded as you signed the receipt, the pen feeling like it was made of lead in your hand.

The argument that had simmered under the surface of your dinner grew more heated as you stepped out into the night. The laughter of the other diners followed you out the door, a cruel soundtrack to your unraveling relationship. You both walked in silence, the cobblestone streets echoing with the sound of your footsteps. Madrid's vibrancy seemed to mock the darkness that had settled in your heart.

When you reached the hotel, Ben's hand found yours, but you pulled away. "I think it's best if we just go to our room and talk," he said, his voice strained. You looked at him, his eyes pleading, and for a moment, you felt a flicker of doubt. But then you remembered the way he had looked at those other women, the way he had made you feel like you weren't enough.

"Actually, I've decided to book another room," you said, your voice firm. "I need some space to think."

The shock on Ben's face was palpable, his grip on your hand loosening as the reality of your words sunk in. "What? You can't be serious."

You nodded, your eyes reflecting the glow of the streetlights. "I've never been more serious, Ben." With that, you turned away from him and flagged down a taxi, the vibrant lights of Madrid blurring into a colorful haze as the car pulled up. The driver, an older man with a kind smile, opened the door for you and you slid in, the leather interior cool against your heated skin.

You checked in with a curt nod to the night clerk, who seemed to sense the tension coiled around you. He handed over the key with a knowing look, and you took the stairs to your room, eager for the solitude it promised.

The moment the door clicked shut behind you, you let out a sigh that seemed to carry the weight of the world. You tossed your bag on the bed, kicked off your heels, and headed straight for the shower.

The cool water washed away the grime of the day, along with the last traces of your shattered illusions. As you stood there, letting the droplets cascade down your back, you felt a strange sense of relief. It was as if a weight had been lifted, revealing a truth that had been hidden beneath layers of hope and denial. When you emerged from the bathroom, wrapped in a plush robe, the room was quiet, the only sound the faint murmur of the television.

You padded over to the bed and sat down, opening your laptop with a sense of purpose. The screen flickered to life, revealing a slew of unread emails and documents that needed your attention.

For a moment, you allowed yourself to get lost in work, the familiar tasks a soothing balm for your bruised ego. But as you scrolled through the endless sea of virtual paperwork, your thoughts kept drifting back to Ben.

The TV in the background was tuned to a local channel, and the sound of a football match grew louder as the commentators' excitement reached a crescendo.

You had never been much of a sports fan, but in Madrid, it was hard to escape the fervor of football. You glanced up, noticing the score on the screen. The match was between Real Madrid and some other team, but what really caught your eye was the name of the player who had just scored an impressive goal: Kylian Mbappé. The crowd erupted into cheers, and even though you were alone in the hotel room, you couldn't help but feel a spark of sadness.

Kylian.

Once, he had been yours. His name had rolled off your tongue like a sweet melody, the very thought of him bringing warmth to your heart.

But that was before the painful argument that left both of you fractured, before his face had graced billboards across the globe. Back when you were both in the peaceful apartment you owned in Paris, dreaming of a future filled with love and simple happiness.

But those days were long gone, buried under the avalanche of his newfound fame.

You leaned back against your bed. You had read about his successes, watched from afar as he climbed the ladder of football stardom, his talent shining brighter with each passing year. But you had never imagined you would be in Madrid, in this moment, feeling the sting of his ghostly presence as you navigated the wreckage of your relationship with Ben.

The heartbreak from Kylian felt like a distant echo now, a wound that had scarred over but never fully healed. You crossed paths in the innocence of youth, a fleeting connection etched in time.

You had shared a love so pure and innocent it had seemed untouchable. But as his career took off, so did he, leaving you behind to pick up the pieces of your shattered heart.

To him, perhaps, those moments have faded, lost in the haze of forgotten rhyme.

You had moved on, or so you thought. But here you were, in Madrid, watching Kylian's name in lights, and feeling the ghosts of what could have been.

And it hit you like a soccer ball to the gut - Ben had secured tickets to the match you're currently watching on television.

He had talked about it for weeks, his excitement palpable every time he mentioned about the match.

You had never told Ben about your history with Kylian. It was a part of your past that you had kept hidden, a secret that would never resurface. But as you watched the game on the television, the players' movements a blur of color and light, you couldn't help but think of the countless times Ben had talked about his admiration for Mbappé, oblivious to the fact that you had once shared a life with the man.

Ben had been so excited about that match, his eyes lighting up when he had presented you with the tickets.

"It's going to be amazing, babe," he had said, his voice filled with the kind of enthusiasm that could make even the most mundane tasks seem like an adventure.

"You'll love it, I promise."

Ben had always talked about football and Mbappé with such admiration, his eyes lighting up when he spoke of his skill on the field. And you had listened, nodded, and even pretended to share in his excitement, all the while keeping your true feelings tucked away. It had become a game of sorts, a dance of omission that you had perfected over the years.

But as you watched Kylian score another goal, the cheers of the crowd echoing through the TV, you couldn't ignore the hollowness in your chest.

The first half of the football match had just ended, leaving the second half still to be watched.

Those tickets to the match, and maybe watching the game with Ben, might be just what you need to mend the rift between you two.

Fueled by a sudden burst of determination, you chose to surprise him. Rather than sending a text, you sprang up from the bed and quickly changed into something casual—a pair of jeans and a simple blouse. Your pulse quickened as you slid into your flats, grabbed your purse, and headed out, anticipation buzzing through you.

The taxi ride to Ben's hotel was a blur of flashing streetlights and the murmur of the city. As the car pulled up to the grand entrance, you took a deep breath and stepped out, the cool Madrid air a stark contrast to the heated tension of the evening.

You walked into the lobby, the plush carpets muffling your footsteps as you approached the reception desk. The clerk looked up with a practiced smile that faltered slightly when he saw the determination etched on your face. "May I help you?"

You gave a firm nod. "Yes, I had a reservation for two with Ben Stevenson," you said, your tone steady yet resolute. "I need to see him in person. It's urgent."

The clerk hesitated for a moment before handing over the keycard with a look that was both sympathetic and cautious. "Room 312," he murmured.

You took the keycard, your hand trembling slightly. The elevator ride up to the third floor felt like an eternity, each floor that passed a reminder of the decisions that had brought you here. When the doors finally slid open, you stepped out into the quiet hallway, the plush carpeting muffling the sound of your racing heart.

Room 312 was at the end of the corridor. You paused outside the door, listening for any signs of life within. The sound of the TV was faint, the murmur of a football match just audible. You took a deep breath and slid the card into the lock.

The click echoed in the emptiness, and you pushed the door open, your heart racing with anticipation to surprise him.

The scene before you was like a punch to the gut. Ben was sprawled across the bed, the crumpled sheets a testament to his infidelity. A girl from the restaurant lay beside him, her laughter from earlier now replaced with the soft rhythm of sleep. The sight of her bare shoulder, the way her hair fell across the pillow, the smell of her perfume mingling with Ben's cologne, it all hit you like a ton of bricks. Your hand tightened around the keycard until your knuckles turned white.

You felt your breath catch in your throat, a mix of anger, pain, and disbelief coursing through your veins like molten lava. For a moment, you were frozen, unable to move or speak.

Your foolish hope that he might still be thinking about you gnawed at your mind. Guilt crept in as you replayed the moment you left him alone in the bedroom you were supposed to share, the tickets he bought for both of you lingering in your thoughts. It was all because you couldn’t help being a fool.

Then, something inside you snapped. You marched over to the bed, your heels clicking against the tiles with each step. Ben stirred, his eyes fluttering open to meet yours, filled with shock and guilt.

The girl beside him gasped, her eyes going wide as she scrambled to cover herself. But you couldn't even look at her, your gaze was locked onto Ben's, the man who had promised to love and cherish you until the end of time. The man who was now betraying you in the most intimate of ways.

Ben sat up, his eyes darting between you and the girl. "Babe, it's not what it looks like," he stammered, but the words sounded hollow, a pathetic attempt to salvage what was clearly beyond repair.

Ben, now fully awake, was desperately trying to explain, his voice a jumble of words that made no sense. "It just happened, I didn't mean for it to... I don't know what came over me." His eyes searched your face for some sign of understanding, but you had none to give. You had seen this play out before. The same lies, the same empty promises. But this time was different. You had enough.

"The wedding," you said, your voice shaking with emotion, "is off." The words hung in the air like a shattered chandelier, glittering with the shards of your broken dreams. You pulled the ring from your finger, the diamond catching the light from the bedside lamp. "Here," you said, thrusting it towards him. "You can have it back."

Ben's face was a picture of shock and desperation. "Babe, no," he pleaded, his hand reaching out to grab your wrist. But you were already turning away, the cold metal of the ring feeling like a weight lifted from your soul. "This isn't what you want," he said, his voice hoarse with sleep and fear.

With a shake of your head, you pulled away from his grasp, the tears now flowing freely down your cheeks. "You don't get to decide what I want," you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

"This is who you are, Ben. And I can't marry someone like you."

You turned and strode out of the room, the door slamming behind you with a finality that echoed through the hallway. The tears fell like rain now, each one a painful reminder of the love you had lost. You didn't bother to wipe them away, letting them mix with the anger and disappointment that painted your face.

When Ben had proposed, you had been swept off your feet by the grandeur of it all. The ring, the candles, the whispered promises of forever. You had looked into his eyes and seen a future that seemed so bright, it had temporarily blinded you to his flaws.

After Kylian, you had been desperate for something stable, something real. And Ben had offered you that.

But now, as you stepped into the elevator, the walls closing in on you like a tomb, you couldn't help but question everything. Ben was the safe choice, the reliable one.

As the elevator descended slowly, each floor a reminder of the life you had thought you were building together. As the doors opened to the lobby, you stepped out, the weight of your decision dragging at your heels like a heavy burden. You walked out into the night, the cool air a slap in the face after the stuffiness of the hotel room. The city was alive around you, a stark contrast to the deadness that had settled in your chest.

You had done it. You had ended it with Ben. But as you stood there, the reality of your decision hit you like a ton of bricks.

You had been so focused on the betrayal, on the anger and pain, that you hadn't allowed yourself to consider what came next. The future you had so carefully constructed with him had crumbled to dust, leaving you alone in a foreign city with nothing but the echoes of your shattered heart.

And now, you couldn't help but think of Kylian. You had buried that heartbreak deep, promising yourself that you would never let it resurface.

But now, in this moment of betrayal, it bubbled to the top, a bittersweet reminder of a time when love had seemed so much simpler. When you had thought you knew what you were getting into.

—

Real Madrid claimed victory, their triumph echoing through the night. After the match, Kylian and Brahim sought solace in an exclusive restaurant, a haven of calm amidst the chaotic streets. The air inside was serene, a stark contrast to the tumult beyond the glass doors.

Seated together, their conversation flowed like a gentle stream—talk of the match interwoven with shared laughter and fleeting jokes. Amid their meal, Kylian’s gaze wandered, drawn to a solitary figure at the bar.

The woman sat quietly, her silhouette etched against the dim glow of the bottles. He couldn’t see her clearly, yet something stirred within him. She felt familiar, a memory he couldn’t place, a face he couldn’t forget.

You sit at the bar, a drink in hand, telling yourself it’ll just be a few. The weight of what happened with Ben presses heavily on your chest, its edges sharp and unyielding. The ache feels unbearable, so you seek solace in the amber glow of the glass before you. Perhaps, just for tonight, it will dull the pain, let you forget—if only for a little while.

Kylian shook the thought away, determined to let it go. Tonight was meant for celebration, not for dwelling on shadows of the past. With two goals to his name and a hard-fought victory behind him, he had every reason to revel in the moment. This was his night, a triumph to embrace, not a time to be haunted by memories of you.

After finishing that single glass, you reconsidered, you chose to stop refusing to let the alcohol take hold of you.

Quietly, you paid for the drink, pushed back your chair, and rose to leave. The night still held its weight, but the rest felt like the better escape. With a sigh, you turned toward the solace of sleep, leaving the bar behind.

It was you.

Kylian’s heart thundered, a storm unleashed within his chest.

As you stepped out of the restaurant, the faint light caught your face, and in that fleeting moment, recognition struck him like a bolt.

"You alright? Do you know her?" Brahim asked, his words cutting through the air.

He had been mid-sentence when he noticed the sudden change in Kylian’s expression.

Kylian’s reaction was swift—a quick shake of his head, an attempt to dismiss the moment. But his heart betrayed him, answering with a silent, undeniable yes. Of course, he knew you.

"Let’s go," Kylian said, forcing a casual tone.

"I’m stuffed. Great choice of restaurant, by the way."

—

Sitting in his car, Kylian’s gaze lingered on you as you stood by the curb, patiently waiting for a taxi.

Your hair was different, shorter now, but your face remained unchanged. How could he forget? Those eyes, that smile, the echo of your laugh. The memory of your scent, your touch, your taste, all rushed back, relentless and vivid.

He gripped the steering wheel, frozen in place. Should he approach you? The thought churned in his mind, but fear held him back.

He didn’t want to scare you, not again.

The argument between you still haunted him, its sharp edges cutting through the calm of the night.

The weight of it pushed him to start the car, ready to drive away.

But then, you turned. His breath caught. He knew you couldn’t see him, yet he instinctively shrank into the driver's seat, hoping to remain unseen.

And still, as he watched, one thought remained clear.

You were as beautiful as ever.

To the heavens, or to whatever force had heard his prayers, he gave thanks. For though the years had passed, you returned, haunting him still. Not as a ghost to torment him in dark, eerie ways, but as a beautiful woman, walking the earth, a presence that would never fade.

note: i want to express my apologies for including cheating as part of this story’s plot. It’s not something i condone or intend to portray in a romanticized way, and ive made the decision to steer clear of this theme in my future works. thank u for your understanding

part 3

[elliespillowprincess]

SHES MY DRUG

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pt 1

pt 2

pt 3

a/n: this is my first ever (kinda) fic so it kinda sucks and is all over the place.. rockstar/band ellie has been on my mind too much lately so yk i had to.

c/w: modern au, reader is in college (premed), biker ellie!!! smut next part!! mentions of smoking, drinking and drugs (reader and ellie), fem reader, plus size reader, insecure reader, fluff, abby is readers mean ex (abby lovers im sorry, i still love her) angst, body dysmorphia, fatphobia, race of reader not specified, TERRIBLY WRITTEN, not proofread

WHY YOU SHOULD NOT SUPPORT NEIL DRUCKMANN

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“hey did you hear about the music festival in town this weekend?” your friend, liliana, asks, making you wake up from the trance your computer put you in. you and liliana had been friends prior to college, meeting in your honors anatomy class in high school. with a similar career goal in mind, you two decided to go to the same college and become roomates. you two had been in your towns coffee shop for hours, trying to finish an assignment your biology professor gave you two.

“there’s a festival here? nobody ever comes out here.” you reply. nobody has ever done any concerts, festivals, or performances in your town. it was so small, they wouldn’t make enough profit so it just didn’t seem worth the trip. the only performances you ever saw were done by drunken men in your college bar.

“yeah! i don’t really know anyone that’s going though. it’d be nice to check out!”. she scrolls to find a post advertising the festival, with a list of who’s going. to nobody’s surprise, the list is small; 3 performers. “the tickets are only $50, we should go!!” she says whilst you’re reading the informative post. “i don’t know, lili, i mean who even are these people? is it even worth our money?” the idea of wasting your weekend at a festival, where you don’t know anyone playing, when you could be studying for finals makes you nervous.

“come onnn y/n, we can’t waste our uni years studying all the time! when we graduate, we’re gonna be swamped with med school work, might as well make the most out of the time we have!” liliana says cheerfully. sure, you could spare the hours, but you had so much on your plate. finals, work, and not even mentioning the fact you just broke up with your girlfriend of 4 years. you look at her face, she’s using puppy-dog eyes to hopefully persuade you into going. “i’ll think about it.”

you’re laying in your dorm room, back hunched over your laptop, with your hands in your hair. liliana was staying at her boyfriends house for the night, leaving you all alone. the amount of studying you’ve done in the past hours giving you a throbbing headache and double vision. you harshly close your laptop, saying “i’ll do it later.” in your head, lazily getting up to grab some advil from your medicine cabinet. you open the familiar bottle and pop a few pills into your mouth. walking to your bed, you plop down, and begin scrolling mindlessly on instagram.

then you remember what your friend was telling you about earlier, and you decide to look at your towns instagram. a new post making you curious as nothing had been posted since the fourth of july fireworks at the towns lake. you click on it, a flashy banner lighting up your screen.

GOLDWHIT GROVES FIRST EVER MUSIC FESTIVAL; FEATURING:

BEHIND THE ANGER

ELLIE WILLIAMS

DRAW MY BLOOD

THIS SATURDAY ONLY

you chuckle, finding the names of the bands amusing. one of them, however, drew your attention. the only one who was seemingly a solo performer, ellie williams. you decide to close your towns page and type the name into your search bar. your eyebrows raise at the amount of fan accounts this “ellie” has. you click on the only account with the blue verification symbol on it, her page filling your screen.

holy shit.

she was hot. like, really hot.

you click on her most recent post and it’s a video of her at one of her concerts. she’s playing an electric guitar furiously with gritted teeth. you hear girls screaming and see their hands reaching out trying to feel her. clearly, she craves all the attention so she pulls off her white wife beater, throwing it into the crowd. the screaming only intensifies as she has a douchey smile on her face. the video cuts of and you scroll through the different videos the post has, all of the same nature. you read the caption, “see you next time, dallas.” with no tags.

you open your messages app and begin typing to liliana.

you: ok maybe we should go to that festival i just stalked one of the performers and FUCKKK she’s hot

the bands have goofy names tho

“behind the anger” boy shaddup

you wait until you see the bubble appear, indicating she’s responding.

lili😦: TOLD U WE SHOULD GO! venmo me the money im buying tickets rn.

you laugh softly at her excitement to go, and open venmo, sending her $50. another message pops up.

lili😦: *photo attachment*

who were you looking at btw?

you open the message seeing the qr code for your ticket.

you: that ellie williams chick she looks like an asshole but a HOT asshole yk

i want her to play me like that guitar

gonna become a groupie😋

your tiredness takes over after texting lili for the past few hours, telling her goodnight and closing your phone.

the brightness of the morning sun wakes you up. it’s saturday, and thank GOD you had no classes today. you stay in your bed, opening tiktok. it kinda creeps you out that the first video is an edit of the girl you were gawking over last night. as the edit plays, you become even more excited for the festival later in the day. you look to the top of your screen for the time, 12:37. you partially curse yourself for letting yourself sleep in that late, getting up to brush your teeth.

lili😦: ARE U EXCITED FOR TN??

andrew is asking if he can come

smh he’s so clingy

kinda cute tho

the pinging of your phone causes you to finish brushing your teeth, spitting out the foam in your mouth and wiping your face.

you: i don’t mind

yall better not be like those concert couples

sitting on his shoulders n shit i’ll knock you off

you didn’t really mind as you’ve known andrew as long as you’ve know liliana. they’ve been together for the past six years, and you guys used to go on double dates with your ex all the time, it was like a little group.

lili😦: LMFAOOO we won’t

can we get ready tg 🥺

you have all the cute body glitter

you: sure come home whenever

you turn on the shower, grabbing a towel from the cabinet before hopping in. while washing your body, you begin thinking about what you’re gonna wear. you start to think about what ellie williams would notice you in, before laughing at yourself for being so delusional. she doesn’t know you, or care about you.

you’re just another girl.

hours had gone by, liliana and her boyfriend were hanging out at your shared apartment, pregaming and getting ready. the festival started at 4, and ended at 10. “hey y/n? where’s the-“ you walk in, and liliana is making a gawking face. “you look SO hot hello?” beaming at you. partially, you feel a little silly. you’re wearing the outfit she picked for you: a lacy cami, short black skirt, and a leather jacket. you have dark smudgey eye makeup, dark red lipstick, and star clips in your hair.

“i feel dumb.” you say, looking down and laughing at yourself. you never wore revealing clothes, being wayyyy too insecure to show yourself off this this. i mean, your boobs were spilling out of your shirt, your ass visible under your skirt, and your stomach uncovered. “shut the fuck up, you look good. we gotta leave soon- shit wait do you have pasties?”

as andrew drives the three of you to the concert, liliana in the front and you in the back, you become nervous. what if someone’s mean? what if something bad happens? what if it gets too cold? what if you start your period?

“y/n?” the calling of your name makes your head perk up. “we’re putting on that ellie chick, gotta know some of the music if you’re gonna SMASH her tonight!!” she says with a giggle. you roll your eyes as lili goes to her music app and selects her top song.

she’s my drug

the title pops up along with a photo of ellie lighting what looks like a joint. the song starts and it eases your nerves, her raspy voice over the melodic electric guitar makes a perfect combination. the excitement for the festival grows once again as the three of you near the festival.

you were kinda surprised at the amount of people that came. it looked like the entire town was there. there were a lot of unfamiliar faces wearing the bands merch. you saw a lot of girls wearing shirts with ellie williams’ tour dates on the back. “i hope the bands aren’t shit.” andrew says, laughing and getting out of the car. “at least we know one of the performers isn’t.” the three of you, out of the car, walk to the entrance. there were old-looking metal detectors that look like they were borrowed from the local police department. you all go through and have your bags checked and tickets scanned, walking towards the one and only stage.

the first band, behind the anger, got on stage. not many people were going crazy, but there were a few drunken men screaming their songs. liliana and andrew were enjoying them, but you were dying for something to drink, craving a shitty festival cocktail and a cigarette. tapping liliana on the shoulder, “hey, guys? i’ll be right back, i’m gonna grab something to drink.” you shout over the music. “alright, don’t take too long! your girlfriend should be out soon!” you roll your eyes laughing and shuffle your way out of the crowd.

walking up to the one and only vendor, you gaze on the menu. different beers, seltzers, cocktails, and liquors. “can i just cut infront of you? i gotta get up there soon.” you hear a voice behind you say. you turn around, partially offended and, holy shit.

it felt like a movie, a book, a fanfiction. what are the chances that she’s infront of you right now? you blink your eyes, not really believing what you’re seeing. nobody’s around you two besides the vendor, shocking as you’d expect girls flocking around her. it’s her. it’s ellie williams.

“excuse me?” you blurt out, not realizing how rude you sounded. i mean, you were just standing there, the only one in line, not moving. was it rude for her to ask. she kind of laughs at you, kissing her teeth. you got a good chance to look at her. she’s wearing cargo pants with a black wifebeater shirt that lifted slightly, allowing you to see what looks like abs, her tattoo covering her forearm, and her hair tied messily in a half-bun.

“i said,” she says, taking a half step towards you, “can i just cut infront of you?” you look around, dumbfounded. “no, you can’t. i’m ordering right now.” you say, matter-of-factly. you spin on your heels and order whatever shitty cocktail your eyes first land on and she chuckles at your behavior. the vendor types it into his tablet. “that’ll be $9.24. cash or card?” you open your purse, looking for the $10 bill you stuck in your purse for this exact reason. of course, like a fucking movie, it’s gone. “sorry just give me one sec.” you say, furiously looking through your purse, embarrassed.

“i got it, put it with mine. lemme get a rum coke.” the girl says flatly, slightly pushing you aside. you roll your eyes at the push and step aside, very embarrassed at the entire interaction. you grab a cigarette from your purse and attempt to light it, but the fluid is all out.

of course. how much more cliché could this get? ellie puts her card away in her wallet and shoves it into her front pocket as the vendor goes to make the two drinks. “need help?” she says, reaching her hand into her pocket and getting out a lighter, it was black and very scratched up. “these are bad for you, y’know?” she says in a cocky tone before grabbing her own and lighting it. the two of you were so far away from the rest of the crowd it that it was almost quiet.

“i’m studying to be a doctor, i know.” you say, the cigarette hanging limply between your lips still attempting to light it. “what’s a smart girl like you doing smoking and drinking then huh? you’re the one who’s supposed to tell people not to.” she says, bringing the lighter to the stick in your mouth and lighting it for you, the closeness of your face to her hands making you nervous. “pineapple cocktail and a rum coke?” you hear the vendor shout; the moment breaks and ellie pushes the lighter into her pocket before grabbing the two drinks, handing you yours before turning around and waving slightly, with the cigarette in her mouth.

“see you up there, doll.”

“bitch you will not believe what just happened” you say, finally making it back to where andrew and liliana were after having to shove through the crowd, almost spilling your drink all over yourself. “i just spoke t-“ the sound of screams interrupts your sentence and people push you and your friends forward, trying to get closer to the stage. you look up to see what is making people so eager, and see her. and holy shit, does she look good on stage. “how are we doing tonight, goldwhit grove?” she says into the mic, making the squeals of the girls around you erupt even louder, some drunkenly trying to take their shirts off before their more sober friends stop them.

after speaking into the mic for a bit about god knows what, you could barely hear her, she strums her guitar making people scream even louder. “what should we start out with?” she slurs into the mic. she looks like she’s on something, but what musician isn’t. you hear people screaming different names you haven’t heard of, before she says “she’s my drug? that’s all yall wanna hear.” she laughs before starting the song. it is her top song for a reason, it sounds phenomenal. you’re trying to enjoy your time, but the amount of people pushing you and stepping on your feet is annoying you.

after a few songs you hear her voice echo, “guys, let’s back it up a bit, you’re crushing people.” part of you wants to think she said that because she was looking at you, but you reality check yourself quickly. nobody listened, and you feel someone step on your heel for the hundredth time, finally deciding to say something.

“did you not hear her? i can barely breathe dude chill out.” you say to the drunken girl behind you. she looks angry, angry that you had the balls to speak up. she shoves you aggressively, making you bump into the person in front of you. now they’re mad at you too, for bumping into them so harshly. you try defending yourself when you feel a cold drink splashed on your chest. your final straw.

you shove your way out of the crowd, leaving behind your friends and deciding you’ll wait until ellie’s performance is over to join them again. once youre out, you make eye contact with the girl on stage. she has her head low and it almost looked like she was looking at you. you get lost on her, she’s playing so aggressively but strategically. before your imagination goes too far, you see her look around to the rest of the crowd, girls screaming when they look her direction.

you walk away, deciding to take a seat on the grass and light a cigarette while you wait. there were a lot of other people sitting around you, assuming they left for the same reason. you’re scrolling mindlessly on your phone until you hear a familiar voice.

“y/n?”

you look up, and it’s her. why the fuck did she have to be here? you were actually enjoying yourself, besides the few rude people, and she had to show up and ruin it all.

“what the fuck are you doing here abby?” you spit out. you’re furious. you haven’t spoken to her in a few weeks, and there were actually days you didn’t think about her at all. “hey, i was just trying to be nice. what are you all butt hurt about?” she says, towering over you sitting on the grass. she always made you feel small, not just physically, but mentally too. you sigh, not wanting to let her control your emotions any longer. the partially-distant sound of ellie’s guitar stopped, making it seem so much more quiet.

“you here with ava?” you spit out at her. she looks like she took that offensively, even though she was the one who cheated on you. “what’s that supposed to mean?” she says back, her tone becoming more aggressive. you push your cigarette into the grass, putting it out and standing up. “what are you wearing?” now that you’re closer, you notice her cheeks are red, and so are her eyes. she’s crossed. you know how she acts when she’s drunk, so you simply gather your things, trying to ignore the entire situation and join your friends. the people who were previously around you had gotten up to go back to the stage as ellie had gotten off.

“where are you going?” it sounds like she expects you to stay. to come running back. to cling to her. “to my friends.” you flatly state while walking away. you feel a hand grab your wrist. “i’m talking to you, y/n. it’s rude to walk away from people when they’re talking to you, y’know?” her tone is that of mockery. like you’re a child and she’s trying to teach you a lesson. “did the breakup make you gain that much weight? god i really ruined you huh?” you try to yank your hand away, “let go of me abby, seriously it’s not funny.” her grip doesn’t subside and only grows stronger, making you wince.

“she said no dude, can you not take a hint?”

you turn around and see ellie walking towards the conflict. this is so cliche. “are you a groupie now?” abby laughs at you, and as soon as she says that ellie shoves her off. as attractive as ellie was, abby was stronger. she was built, and she could take down almost anyone. “stop, this is dumb.” you say as they get close to each other. “yeah, yeah it is. don’t know why i’m getting all mad over a groupie slut. you can have her.” she says, walking out of the venue. you see a ditsy blonde girl following after her asking if she’s okay as she furiously walks, not responding to her. you try not to cry at her words, why does she still have such an effect on you?

“you okay?” you hear ellie asking you, almost forgetting she was there. “yeah- yeah. sorry about that. and thank you.” you say, extremely embarrassed while wiping your tears. she’s just looking at you. not saying anything. she didn’t know what to say.

“wanna go get a drink to cheer you up?”

that’s how you ended up in a random bar, with ellie fucking williams. after she asked you to drinks, she took you to the back stage, careful not to be spotted by any fans, where she grabbed her bags and headed for the exit. she was able to sober up before the ride home. while walking out, girls spotted her, running up and asking for her auto graph. she obliged for a few until one asked to sign her boobs, “i gotta go, girls.” her bodyguards following behind the two of you making them back off. you were expecting a van or a car, but no.

she rides a motorcycle.

she just got hotter.

lifting the seat, she tosses her bag into the large compartment, replacing the extra helmet which she handed to you. your heart was racing, you’ve never ridden on a motorcycle before. you nervously put the helmet on your head. “here, lemme help.” she says, pulling the band tightening the helmet ensuring it’s on tight, before tapping it lightly and swinging a leg over her motorcycle. she reached her bent elbow out, waiting for you to use her to help you get on. you grab onto her arm and swing your leg over, getting more comfortable.

“hold on.”

“so where’d you hear my music?” she says, babysitting another rum and coke looking at you intently. she was careful not to drink too much knowing she had to drive home. the two of you had been at the bar for two hours, just talking. a few people coming up every so often to get her autograph. “i actually just only heard about it the other day, through the festival.” you say shyly, hoping she won’t take offense. she laughs softly looking down. “i guess it’s a good thing for me huh? got another monthly listener and a pretty girl talking to me.” everything she says is so blunt, so easy.

you start to wonder how many other girls she’s charmed with the same line.

“wanna head out?” she says. “you can come back to mine- fuck, i can take you to yours. sorry, that sounded desperate.” she laughs, picking up the two helmets and your purse, handing it to you. with the bill paid, the two of you walked to her bike. she opens the door and waits for you to walk through.

“why don’t we go back to yours?” you say boldly. she looks surprised, and sets her helmet on her bike, placing yours gently on your head. she puts hers on, hops on the bike, and helps you get on.

“alrighty.”

you didn’t know how much you’d actually like being on a motorcycle. there’s so much adrenaline, she’s speeding through cars and air is whipping around the helmet. your chest is pushed tightly to her back, your hands wrapped around her waist. luckily, her wearing her helmet made it impossible for people to spot her, making it an easy ride back to her hotel, the only hotel in town. parking her bike in a designated spot, she holds her arm out allowing you to slide off easily, her following behind you. she opens up the bikes seat, grabbing her backpack, and locks it.

“we should hurry before someone spots you!” you giggle. the alcohol making you feel so light and ditsy, following her to her room like a lost puppy. she pulls the key out and unlocks it, holding the door for you and locking it after you. she tosses her things on the hotels desk as you lay down on her bed. smiling to yourself.

“what’cha smiling about pretty girl?”

you giggle, tapping the bed indicating her to lay next to you. “this doesn’t feel real” you laugh out as she crawls on the bed, “i mean, im living every gay girls dream right now, hello? i’m in a hotel with ellie *hic* williams!!” she laughs at your drunken state, reaching to the bedside mini fridge to grab a seltzer. “you’re cute, y/n”. your ears kinda perk up, not remembering when you told her your name.

“how do you know my name?” you say, squinting your eyes at her. she cracks open the can. “calm down, princess, i heard it when that dick was talking to you earlier.” you notice she becomes a little annoyed. “i’m glad i took money out of her pocket but fuck, i got douches at my show.” she takes a long drink from her can. your rose-colored glasses didn’t even care about abby right now, or how much ellie hated her from their first interaction, you just wanted more of her.

you snuggle closer to her, wanting to breathe her in. you’re on the left side of her, laying on your side as she’s on her back. the level of intimacy between the two of you makes your head spin. you guys just met. part of you feels bad that she, a fucking rockstar, probably wants more than a simple conversation and cuddling. you sit up slightly, trying to remove your shirt, “hey, what are you doing?” she says, looking confused. you’re struggling to take your shirt off, it being tight and you being drunk. “feel bad. you probably get girls eeeeveryday doin this.. know why you’s wanted m’here so- so i’ll do it.” your works are slurring and hardly making sense and you’re starting to get frustrated. partially from not being able to take off the uncomfortable shirt, and part from not wanted anything sexual now, not in this state and not when you hardly know her.

she grabs your hands and stops you, making you look at her. “hey, i don’t wanna do anything, ‘kay? we can watch a movie after i get you some clothes to change into.” you put your arms down watching her get up and get an oversized band tee. “don’know if it’ll fit, els.” you say, sadly. she turns around, waiting for you to try it on. “just try it, princess.” you try taking the shirt off again, but just can’t. you get so frustrated you start tearing up, making her turn around and help you. “m’gonna take it off okay?” you nod, lifting your arms as she helps you take your shirt off. “don’t look!!” you say, laughing and pushing her away. she turns around, laughing, “okay, okay” allowing you to put the shirt on and take your bra off from under the shirt. finally, you slip your skirt off.

“done!” you say, smiling watching her turn around as she makes eye contact with you, her face turning pink. she walks towards you, smiling down at you on the bed. “wanna watch a movie?” she asks, picking up a remote and a bag of what looks like joints, pulling one out along with the lighter in her pocket. you nod, asking “can i have one?” she closes the bag, replying “you’re way too drunk, sweetheart.” she flicks on the tv, putting on whatever shitty movie was playing on the hotel tv at the time. you both crawl under the bed, cuddling up into her. you hear a familiar click of the lighter, and the sound of the paper and weed burning. she plays with your hair, making you more and more sleepy, drifting off into a deep sleep state.

the next morning, you wake up unsure of where you are. you look around the room, its messy and there’s clothes, food, and drinks everywhere. you lift your head and look to the right and see none other, than ellie williams.

what the fuck happened last night?