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miniwheat77 · 1 year

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Rage. (Mean!Ghost x Reader.)

!CW! NSFW, smut, rough sex, unprotected p in v sex, ghost being a big meanie, enemies to kinda lovers, hate sex, noncon, choking, (sorry if I missed any.)

This was a request and was edited poorly because I’m lazy. You can find the ask here.

All you ever seemed to get out of Ghost were sighs. No matter what you said or did he seemed to have a problem with it. The few times you tried talking to him he'd huff and turn away from you with a sharp roll of his eyes. After a while, you got fed up with it and ignored him. You did your best to avoid him at all costs. It started snowballing into more. He'd always have something to say when you were around. Always so smug. On occasion if a mission went wrong no matter who's fault it was, he took it out on you. Raising his voice at you, punishing you when Captain Price wasn't around to see it.

He usually black mailed you into it somehow. Telling you that if you didn't obey him, he would go to your Captain. He was quiet around everyone else but always seemed to have the most to say when you were around.

It was tiring. He'd made you run, do push ups, wake up early for drills. He was bordering being abusive. He used his power in his favor and against yours. You contemplated dropping from the task force every once in while, but knew that Captain Price would need an explanation and admitting to what was going on, only put a target on your back even more. You had nowhere to go, you were trapped.

As time went on, you started biting back. When he had something to say, you didn't hold back. Started letting him have a taste of his own medicine. Going as far to annoy him when he made you do push ups or run. You went to bed early so that you were awake and ready for when he gave you drills.

If he was going to make this hell for you, you might as well do it right back.

It was normal. His harassment. He was a bully and you were used to it. You could bite back. Nothing ever really seemed out of the ordinary.

Until the first time he'd put his hands on you.

The power had gone out on the base, which made red lights flash in the hallways, much like in a movie. It was creepy.

You made your way down the hallway to the women's barracks. Nobody but you ever really came down this hallway unless they were coming to ask you a question of course. So when you seen Ghost walking menacingly down the hallway toward you, you were confused. You decided to ignore him, going to walk passed him. The red light illuminated the white on his mask and gloves. It was like something out of a horror movie.

Just as you were about to walk passed him, hands on you had you going to yell out, but he was quick. Clamping a gloved hand over your mouth and slamming your front up against the hard wall. You whimper into his mask at the force of him. He was being aggressive. His deep chuckle is what makes you fight against him, but he draws you back, pushing you hard into the wall again. He wraps his hand around your front, fingertips gliding across your waistline and you freeze, talking into his hand. He doesn't move it, only glides his hand back and fourth, fingertips pushing into your waistband just slightly. His chest was flush with your back and he was holding onto you tight, you could feel his erection pressing into your back. You felt tears pricking at your eyes. He takes in a deep breath, breathing in the scent of you. Following it up with a sigh of satisfaction. "You might as well stop fighting me." They're the first words out of his mouth and they're dark. Laced with venom. "I could do absolutely anything I want to you and there isn't one thing you can do to stop me." He mutters. Breath hot against your ear. "You could scream as loud as you want, beg me to stop and not one soul in this building would hear you. So the next time you want to talk back to me, remember that. You're in one little lonely room all the way off over here and nobody would even know what's going on. I mean.. They didn't notice me disappearing to get these." He lifts up a pair of your cotton panties, and you only sob into his glove harder. You knew he was mean, but this? This was too much.

"Can you stay quiet?" He growls. You nod your head. Tears soaking his glove. He lets out a deep chuckle. He slides his hand away from your mouth and you take in a deep breath. It lasts for only a second before he's lifting your chin to look back at him. "Please stop." You whimper. Earning a chuckle from him. "Awe... Why are you crying hm?" He smiles but he knows you can't see it. You gasp out as his hand slides lower. "Ghost- please don't" You push back into him, which only pisses him off further. “You’ll learn, pathetic little girl. I’ll teach you.” He smiles. “Please, I won’t fight back. I’ll be good.” You mumble. “Oh.. you’ll be good?” He smiles. A deep laugh from him sending chills up your spine. “I know you’ll be good. Because if you’re not…” he trails off. Fingertips gliding over your opening. Only now do you realize, he doesn’t have a glove on his right hand.

“Shit.. you’re wet?” He chuckles. His fingertips glide over your entrance and you’re trying to fight against him now. “Fuck.. you’re actually wet from this. What a little slut.” He grasps a handful of your hair, sliding his hand away from you. “You’re a pathetic girl, Y/N.” He let’s go of your hair, brushing it down with his hand. He moves himself away from you, stepping back. “I’ll see you at dinner.” He turns in the direction you’d just come from, heading back into the mess hall. You watch him for a second, tears still spilling over your eyelids as his dark form illuminatesd by red starts to disappear, Just in time for the lights to return. What the hell had you gotten yourself into?

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You’d just gotten into your room, but you could hear his heavy footsteps approaching your door. He slams it open before you get the chance to lock it behind you.

“What the fuck was that?” He breathes. He’s seething. You’re nervous as you look at him, tears pooling at your waterline. “I did what I had to do.” You breathe. “That’s doing what you had to do? You’re fucking ridiculous.”

His constant nagging has you at your wits end with him.

“Yes. I had no other choice because I was surrounded. If I’m dead, so is everyone else. So yes, I exposed myself on purpose, I called for help. Excuse me for being worried about everyone else around me, unlike you. You selfish motherfuc-“ the breath is knocked out of you when he slams you up against the wall in your bedroom, hand wrapped around your throat. “Did you learn nothing? Stupid girl..” he chuckles. “I learned enough.” Your breath is going away as he tightens his grasp on your throat. Your hands claw at his wrist. He’d cornered you in your room on purpose. “Recite it back to me. So I understand.” He smirks, even if you can’t hear it. You can sense it in his tone of voice. “I’ve learned.. that.. that you’re a complete fucking scumb-“ your face is turning a deep shade of red as he completely cuts your oxygen off. A whimper leaves your lips by accident, and he loosens his grip out of shock before returning it. Only letting you have one second to take in a breath as he tears his mask off. “Fuck- you fucking like this. You like when I’m mean to you don’t you?” He chuckles. Cutting off your air again. Watching you turn red. The little blood vessels in your face are breaking.

“Fuck you” you growl. He lets go completely, smashing his lips to yours and you kiss back immediately. He kisses you hard, purposely being rough with you as he pulls you away from the wall. Shoving you back into your bed. He climbs on top of you, attaching his lips to yours again. He straddles your hips, pulling away from you and taking a second to look down at you. You’ve got a glint in your eyes that he’s never seen before. It’s different.

He grasps your vest, making sure to be extra rough with you as he unzips it and tugs it off of you. “Jesus Christ- you don’t have to be so rough!” You growl. “Yeah right, you fucking like it so shut up.” He mutters, grasping the center of your shirt and tearing it down the center. “Ghost!” You gasp. He ignores you, moving down and pushing your legs apart with his knee. Moving himself between your legs. “Just be grateful, little crybaby.” He groans, tugging your cargo pants down your legs. You roll your eyes at him. Nervousness settling into your stomach. “Grateful for what exactly? Prick.” You mumble. A sharp slap to your clit has you whimpering. “Shut up.” He growls, standing himself up off the edge of your bed and tugging you to the edge by your thighs. He kneels down at the edge of the bed, wrapping his arms around your thighs and burying his face between your legs, a gasp leaves your lips. He doesn’t start slow, immediately lapping up your entrance and sucking at your clit. He’s trying to make you as sensitive as possible.

He wants you crying on his cock.

You wrap a hand in his hair, squirming in his grasp but he hold your thighs up against his head. Using your thighs to muffle your sounds. It’s not ideal but he’s got to hold you still. He keeps this up until you’re trying to squirm away from him. Clit overstimulated already. “Simon- please-“ you whimper. Another slap to your pussy instead of his tongue has your body jumping. “I’ll say when you’ve had enough. Now take what I have to fucking give you.” He growls. Tears prick your eyes as he laps at your entrance. Your eyelids the dam holding back the river of tears. You keep it together, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of making you cry. You reach your first orgasm with a cry, and he’s right. Nobody will hear it. Your thighs are shaking violently, soaking his face in your cum. But he doesn’t stop.

He flattens his tongue over your sensitive bud, abusing it further.

Just when you think you can’t take anymore, he’s finally pulling away from you. “Get on your fucking knees and suck my cock.” He growls.

You obey him, standing up off of your bed as he sits on the edge. You move yourself between his legs, lowering yourself to your knees as he unbuttons his pants. Only far enough to expose himself to you, leaning back into one hand. You take the tip of his cock into your mouth, making an attempt to tease him, but he’s not having it. He wraps a hand into your hair, tugging your head up so you’re looking at him. “Don’t try to tease me. You’ll regret it, take me.” He growls, pushing you down onto his cock, feeling him press up against the back of your throat. Your mouth waters, holding back a gag. You obey him, not wanting to find out the consequences if you don’t. He forces you down into his cock, holding you there and cutting off your air. He watches you turn red on him. Smirking down at you. At his complete mercy. “Fuck yes- yesss.” He growls. He lifts his hips up, thrusting up into your throat. He’s using you, making no attempt to hide it. He lets you breath for a second before forcing you back down onto him for more.

“Your throat is perfect for my cock.” He chuckles. His cock nestled deep into your throat as he blocks the oxygen from reaching your lungs. “You’re perfect like this yeah? That little mouth isn’t fucking running.” You roll your eyes even on his cock which makes him laugh. You’re a brat, through and through. He pulls you off of his cock and you take a few seconds, breathing in oxygen like it’s limited. “Hands and knees, now.” He grasps your arm, forcefully pulling you up off of the ground and pushing you onto the bed. You stop yourself with your hands, looking back at him. Despite how much of a prick he is, it’s quite the sight.

Disheveled hair, cock blushing and standing at attention. Fit stomach and chest, tattooed arms with veins and muscles bulging as he tugs your ass back into him. You turn forward, blushing to yourself. Every cell in your body prays he doesn’t see it, worried at him finding something else to bully your for. He notices it, but chooses to keep quiet as he grasps the base of his fat cock, pushing the thick tip up against your swollen mound. It’s red and abused from his tongue. He smirks at the work he’s done to you. The thick mushroom head pushes passed your folds, and he groans as you swallow him up. Like your pussy was made for him. He slides into you with complete ease despite the way you’re tightening around him. He reaches your wall, smirking as he bottoms out. He was gentle for a start, but he draws his hips back and slams himself back into you, right up to the hilt. A cry leaves your lips and it only eggs him on further. Abusing your cervix with his cock.

A harsh slap to your ass is what sends you over the edge, his balls hitting your overly sensitive clit with every thrust he takes into you. You can’t take it, tears slipping from your eyes at his abuse. He’s for sure leaving handprints, squeezing at your hips as hard as he can, bullying your cunt with his cock. When a sob leaves your lips, he laughs. Actually laughs at you. “That’s right, cry for me. Pathetic crybaby.” He chuckles. His stomach is already swirling with his orgasm, he loves hearing you cry, he loves seeing you cry. He slides out of you, pushing you over and moving himself on top of you. He pushes your thighs up until they’re pressed against your stomach, sliding into you once more. Deeper this time. He has to see it, has to see you cry on his cock. You’re pulling around him, sobbing even harder as you feel him bottoming out into your cervix, stomach cramping up at the size of him. “Simon please- it’s too much-“ you cry. He groans. “One second..” he pants. “Just- just one more second.” He groans.

He leans down into you, tongue gliding up your cheek. Soaking up each tear that stains your face. Moaning at the taste.

He reaches between the both of you, rubbing quick circles over your clit as you start to squirm. “One more. You can give me one more.” He growls. “No- I can’t!” You cry. “You can. You will. You can cry all you want princess.” He smirks down at you. His degrading is almost too much. He likes to see you like this. He sets a steady pace with his thrusts, slowing the circles he’s drawing into your clit with his fingers, pushing you closer and closer to what you hope is your final orgasm. “You’re going to take it, all of me.” He chuckles. It takes a second for you to realize what he means. You shake your head and he nods his head with an evil smile playing at his lips. “Yeah baby. You’re going to take all of this cum that I have to give to you-” He smiles, wrapping a hand around your throat and growling. Just when you think kindness shines through the concrete walls of his facade, he’s painting back over it with black tar. He cuts off your air once more. “-and you’re going to fucking thank me for it.” He growls. When he lets go of you, another sob leaves your lips as you reach another orgasm, clit throbbing so hard that it almost hurts. His hips halt, an evil laugh leaving his lips. He’s filled you up with his cum despite your protests. “Look at that, pathetic fucking crybaby.” He smirks. Your eyes are heavy as you whimper out. Even now, he’s still mean.

“Get cleaned up and meet in the Gym for your punishment.” He growls, sliding his cock back into his cargo pants and zipping them back up before leaving you there. Cum seeping out of your abused hole, tear stained cheeks. You sit up, body feeling weak. You don’t know how you’re going to make it through his next punishment.

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help-itrappedmyself · 5 months

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Danny Punches a Clown part 9

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Danny is led up an unnecessarily long flight of stairs into a fancy house. The floors are all hardwood with rugs interspersed throughout the rooms.

Hood starts leading him down the hallway and he can see paintings and antiquities, so many rooms. He is reminded vaguely of Vlad's mansion back in Wisconsin, but this seems larger, and better decorated. They end up in a living room of sorts, lots of different chairs and couches wand a huge TV lining a whole wall.

Danny sits in one of the armchairs. Agent A soon comes in, with another tray of food. This tray seems to be for more than just him though. Hopefully. He could never hope to finish that many snacks by himself.

A isn't wearing a mask this time. “No masks upstairs, Master Jason. I'll keep the boy company until the rest of you get here.”

Hood (Jason?) leaves and A introduces himself as Alfred. Apparently, he is the butler of the people that live here. Makes sense that people rich enough to live in this house would have a butler.

Alfred lets him sit and eat for a few minutes in silence. The room gradually becomes more full as people come in and take their seats. They all introduce themselves as they come in and sit down. Damian and Dick sit together on a couch, with a girl he knows he’s never met before, Cassandra on Dick’s other side. Jason comes in and takes another armchair. Tim sits on a couch, a blond girl, Stephanie, and another boy, Duke, sit next to him. They all start working. Seems like Stephanie and Duke are in college, and Tim works at a big company.

Once the oldest person yet comes in, Bruce, and sits on an armchair, they all stop whatever else they were doing and turn to face him. He’s pretty sure he’s met most of them before while they were in masks, but other than Jason he doesn’t really know who is who.

“Can you tell us more about where you’re from now?” Bruce asked.

Danny looks around the face in the room. They’ve all been helpful and kind. And he’s so tired of lying all the time. They’re most likely going to kick him out once they get their answers anyway.

“I’m from a different dimension. I fled here after a fight.” Danny admitted.

They already seem less shocked than Danny would have imagined, and they aren’t calling him crazy yet, so this is going great!

“There is a… war, almost? Starting in that world.” Danny gets fully into storytelling mode, as none of the others seem like they’re going to interrupt his thought process. “It all started with my parents actually. They started building a portal to the ghost zone, and that’s when it all went downhill really. Especially for me. I had my best friends over, they wanted to see the portal, so I took them down to the basement.”

Danny took a deep breath. “My parents had put the on button inside of the portal, and when I went in… I hit it on accident. The portal turned on with me inside.”

Everyone in the room remained quiet, and Danny couldn’t bear looking at their faces right now. He did his best to move on. “The portal was open, and ectoplasm started seeping into our town, we didn’t realize at the time, but that becomes a bigger problem later. At the time, we -or I- was busy becoming a one-man army against an invasion of ghosts. My parents started developing weapons. The government declared any being whose body could process or contained ectoplasm was non-sentient and could be kidnapped, experimented on, and/or killed at will. The Anti-Ecto Acts. The government branch dedicated to ghosts, the G.I.W, invaded Amity. Me and my friends had been capturing the ghosts causing problems and sending them back into the ghost zone. Now, we had to do that while trying to play keep-away with my parents and the government, while trying not to get captured myself. The government decided they wanted to send a nuke into the portal, trying to kill all ghosts at once."

“I had to stop it. I was gathering all ghosts left in Amity to bring them with me to the Zone. My friends were going to close the portal behind us, destroy it. My parents had just finished their new gun.” Danny’s hand went to his side. “They chased us. I made it through the portal, with as many ghosts as I could find. Theoretically, the portal was closed once I left.”

Danny was quiet long enough that the others realized he was done.

“I’m sorry that happened.” Danny heard, he looked up, but didn’t know who had said it. They all seemed sad.

“And you’re… A ghost then?” Jason asked.

“Only half.” They all looked bewildered at that. “It’s complicated."

“So, you can’t go home?” Bruce asked.

Danny shook his head. “If all went well then the portal doesn’t exist anymore, not that I could leave this dimension without a portal. I’m stuck here.”

“You’ll be staying with us then.” Bruce nodded firmly. “Metas are protected in this world, Danny. I’ve worked on a team with a ghost before. You’re safe here, Danny.”

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cutielando · 8 months

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why don’t we go there? | m.s.

synopsis: in which you help him believe in himself again

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The clock in front of your eyes moved incredibly slow. As you inched closer and closer to the paddock, your heart began beating out of its chest.

Some time ago, coming to the paddock to watch the race was a dream come true. You enjoyed every moment of it, feeling like you were a dream and you never wanted to wake up.

But now, that dream turned into a nightmare.

You knew the risks you were taking when you began your relationship with Mick, seeing the other partners and what they had to go through just for being with a driver.

Ever since you announced your relationship to the public, the problems started creeping in.

Fights between the two of you, his fans dragging you through the mud, the media outlets tearing your relationship to shreds from the outside.

You felt like a stranger into your own relationship, like an outsides looking in as everything was going to shit right under their eyes.

It tore you apart. Every Grand Prix you attended represented another nail in the coffin of your relationship with Mick.

“Y/N?”

You blinked, hearing Mick’s voice calling out to you.

Looking out the window, you noticed that you were already in the paddock parking lot, Mick having already turned the car engine off.

“Sorry, I was just thinking” you forced a smile out of you, trying to mask how much you dreaded going into the paddock.

Mick eyed you suspiciously, but nodded nonetheless.

You thanked God that he couldn’t read through tour facade, not wanting to risk having another fight with him in such a public place.

After you got out of the car, Mick reached out and took your hand in his, trying to give you a sense of comfort. But even he knew that it was in vain.

“Why are you so tense?” he asked, scanning your passes and smiling at some photographers.

You smiled with him, not as naturally as you would’ve maybe liked.

“I’m not, I’m just a little tired. Didn’t sleep that well last night” you said, hoping he would buy it.

Of course, he wouldn’t even know how you slept last night. He came back to your hotel room late, opting to crash on the couch instead of your shared bed.

He nodded, not giving you a second thought as you approached the Mercedes garage.

Just like he always did.

“I’m gonna go talk to my engineer before practice. Find a place to sit and do your thing” he said, giving you a chaste kiss on your forehead before disappearing.

You sighed, looking around at the place your boyfriend had been calling home for years now. And yet, despite the many times that you had been inside that very garage, you felt more as an outsider than ever before.

Between the neglect you were suffering from Mick, the hate you were receiving from his fans, the way the media was painting you as a bad influence on Mick, you didn't feel you belonged anywhere in his world.

"Y/N?" you were shaken out of your thoughts once again, meeting George's worried eyes scanning you.

"Oh, hi George. Sorry, I'll be out of your way" you grabbed your purse tighter and went to leave and go to the hospitality, but he grabbed your arm to stop you from walking away.

"Are you okay? You were spaced out for a good while there" his expression was worried, which was exactly what you had wanted to avoid.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just a little tired. I'm gonna go hang out in hospitality, wish you guys luck with your practice" you nodded and left before George could say another word.

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Being alone in your hotel room while your boyfriend was out somewhere with his team allowed you time to contemplate.

You loved Mick, and you loved being with him. But lately, it seemed like you were the only one present in the relationship. He would barely touch you, look at you or speak to you when you would be alone together.

You had never thought that going public would cause your relationship to completely collapse. It broke your heart, and you didn't know what to do to fix it. If there was even anything left to fix.

The door opening grabbed your attention. "Y/N?" Mick called out, his footsteps growing louder as he came closer and closer to the bedroom.

You quickly tried to wipe your tears, hoping he wouldn't be able to tell you had been crying. But you weren't fast enough.

"What's wrong with you?" he asked, his voice not sounding bothered at all.

"Nothing"

"I know something's wrong. Tell me what's going on with you"

Maybe it was his tone, or maybe it was his choice of words, or maybe simply the fact that you were so tired of holding everything in that prompted you to completely break down and let everything out.

"We're not doing okay, Mick. Ever since we went to the paddock together for the first time, nothing has been the same. We barely talk to each other, you barely touch me or look at me unless you have to, your fans and the media are tearing me to shreds, calling me a gold digger and saying I'm only with you for your money and your fame and you couldn't care less. I barely see you anymore, it seems like you're doing everything to make sure you're not around me. You're staying out late, I don't know where you are half of the time and you can't wait to ditch me whenever we go somewhere together. I'm tired of fighting for a relationship that I'm not sure is worth fighting for" and with that you started sobbing, curling up on the bed and hiding your face in your hands.

Mick was shocked beyond words.

He knew he had been in the wrong. He realized he had been doing exactly what you had said. He'd been neglecting you, and the worst part was the fact that he didn't have an answer as to why. He saw the hate that you had been getting, and he didn't think it was worth it to say something in your defense. Why? He didn't know.

But as he heard your sobs fill the room and saw your body shaking with the intensity of your crying, he realized how much of an asshole he had been towards you.

"Shhh" he enveloped you in his arms, hugging you tightly and squeezing you close.

This was the first time he had touched you in weeks, you had even forgotten what his embrace felt like. In your vulnerable state, you forgot about the last few weeks, the hate and everything, completely melting in the arms of your boyfriend.

"It's okay, I'm here, let it all out" he kept whispering in your ear, kissing the top of your head and petting your hair.

As you slowly started to calm down, you didn't make a move to pull away from him, having missed his touch too much.

"Can we talk now?" his voice was soft, in contrast with the icy tone he had had when he had come back to the room.

You nodded, clearing your throat and slowly pulling away from him.

"I know I've been a shitty boyfriend lately, and there's no excuse for how I've been acting. I've been under a lot of stress from the team and I've been taking it out on you, which you didn't deserve. I'm sorry for how I've been treating you, I'm sorry for not standing up for you to my fans and the internet and I'm sorry I haven't been around. I love you, and I promise that I'm gonna do better, I'm gonna be a better boyfriend and I'm never going to make you feel like this ever again" he was holding your face in his hands, his eyes tearing up.

You knew you shouldn't cave in so easily, make him work for it more than this. But you loved him, and you could never resist him.

"I love you too" you whispered, caressing his cheek and connecting your lips, sighing at the feeling you had been missing.

Despite your rough patch, you both knew you were going to be alright, as long as you had each other.

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gwennybriggs · 3 months

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Cat and Mouse

NSFW, 18+ only!

Melissa Schemmenti x f!OC

Warnings/tags: Porn, porn with little plot, orgasm denial, mommy kink, spanking,

WC: 6.3K

After months of Melissa toying with me and pushing me around, I had enough and told her so… so she punished me.

Notes: I never write smut, ever, but here we are! It is shameless Schemmenti porn. Please enjoy. 🫡

I started volunteering as Melissa’s aide a few days a week in August when I took a break from full time teaching, and after many months of playing into her games and being ridiculed for the smallest things, I was over it. It all came to a head one Friday after school when she asked me to stay to help with lesson plans, only for her to spend the entire time chastising me. “Honestly," she said with disgust, "How did you even get your teaching degree? They just hand that shit out these days? Like Oprah. You get a teaching degree, you get a teaching degree, everybody and their damn mother gets a teaching degree!"

My eyes went wide at the insult, but I refused to let her get the best of me, “Oh fuck off, Schemmenti.” I stood and found something in the corner to busy myself with, too tired to fight back like she wanted me to.

Melissa's eyes narrowed even further as she observed me attempting to distract myself. She set her cup of coffee down and leaned back against her chair, crossing her arms.

“You know, kid,” she said, the sarcasm dripping from her voice thicker than molasses, “If I wanted your lip, I’d get it off my zipper.” She smirked, relishing in the power imbalance she had over me.

I rolled my eyes and spat back at her, “Ha! That’s a damn joke. You wouldn’t be caught dead with a woman between your legs! You’re too afraid of what anyone might think. You play it cool, but inside… you’re just a scared little girl.”

Melissa let out a sharp laugh, enjoying the exchange far too much. Her eyes sparkled mischievously as she pushed off from the chair, standing to her full height, now almost as tall as me. She crossed the room slowly and closed the classroom door, locking it, her heels clicking ominously as she made her way over to me. "Oh, my dear little mouse," she purred, "don't you worry your pretty little head about what happens between my legs." She gave me a wink that could only be described as predatory, a smirk still tugging at her lips as she added, “That’s way above your pay grade, hon.”

A shiver ran down my spine, I could feel a familiar pit in my stomach forming. I masked it by rolling my eyes and adjusting my stance. “They don’t pay me, Melissa.”

“And you’re worth every penny.” Her wicked grin grew.

“W-what’s your problem? Huh?” I snapped at her and turned my entire body to look at her. “What the hell did I do to piss you off so bad? All I do is come in, do what you ask, and go home.” I throw my hands up in frustration.

Melissa’s smirk widened even more as she noticed the slight stutter in my voice. Her demeanor softened slightly, but the hint of mockery remained in her voice. "Oh, sweetie," she said, a note of feigned pity lacing her words, "you're so naive, it's almost endearing." She paused, considering me for a moment before continuing, "The problem isn’t what you’ve done. It’s who you are- spineless, weak, and completely lacking a backbone- very similar to Janine. You’re basically a doormat."

The anger and hurt that had been brewing within for months finally exploded as I raised my hand and smacked Melissa across the face. “You will NOT treat me like this any longer. You understand? You are not my superior, we are supposed to be a team and all you do is treat me like dog shit. Just because I am soft does not mean that I’m weak, Melissa. That’s obviously something you’ve yet to learn…”

Melissa's head snapped to the side as my hand made contact with her cheek, a bright red handprint forming instantly. The smirk was gone from her face, replaced with a look of disbelief and outrage. She recovered quickly, though, slowly turning her face back to glare at me with fire in her eyes. Stepping closer, she hissed through clenched teeth, "Watch it, mouse. Who do you think you are, laying a hand on me like that? Don't think I won't knock you on your ass, newbie."

I stepped dangerously closer to her, anger radiating off of both of us. With that anger fueling my every move, Melissa braced herself for what might come. Crossing her arms, she lifted her chin defiantly, refusing to give an inch despite the fury in my eyes.

"Go ahead," she taunted, her words sharp and biting. "Hit me again. See what happens."

I looked her over for a moment, noting that damned smirk that graced her lips. God, I just wanted to slap that look off her face again. Instead, I grabbed her face roughly and smashed my lips to hers in a hungry, passionate kiss. I wrapped a leg around one of her own, wanting to be as close as possible.

The redhead gasped in surprise, her mouth opening slightly as my lips crashed against hers. However, the gasps quickly turned into a low moan, the sudden passion catching her off guard. She stumbled back, the surprise of her reaction causing her to lose her footing for a moment. Her arms wrapped around my body, pulling me close as she returned the kiss with just as much hungry passion. One of her hands slipped downwards, grabbing a fistful of my ass and squeezing firmly as she lost herself in the moment. I reveled in the feeling of Melissas’s hand on my ass, my lips parting. She used the moment to dart her tongue into my mouth. One of my hands weaved itself into her hair to hold her in place while the other squeezed her breast as I thumbed over her already erect nipple over her thin bra.

At the feeling of my hand grabbing her breast, Melissa let out a sharp gasp, her body arching into my touch. She broke the kiss for a moment, her eyes glazed with desire, and licked her lips as she panted heavily. "Careful, mouse," she warned, her voice gravelly. "You're playing with fire." Despite the warning, she made no effort to stop me, in fact she leaned forward, pressing her body against mine, her hand moved from my ass to my hip and pulled me impossibly closer.

“I can take the heat, kitten,” I hissed as I leaned in and sucked on the spot just above her collar bone, biting slightly.

At the nick of my teeth against her skin, Melissa let out a strangled moan. Her fingers dug into my hips at the pet name, and her head tilted, giving me better access to her neck as she surrendered to my touch.

"Don’t think this changes anything," she managed to gasp out, her voice catching slightly as she tried to maintain her usual bravado.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” I whispered the words between panting and kissing the skin I had just bruised. Melissa's eyelids fluttered closed as I continued on my southward path, a shiver running through her body as my breath ghosted over her skin. She arched her back again, pressing her breasts against me, the tension between us growing thicker by the second.

"Cocky little thing, aren't you?" She managed to gasp, her voice raspy with arousal. "I’ll have to put you in your place, hon."

I pulled away from her grip completely and met her eyes. “Do it. I dare you, Schemmenti.”

Melissa’s eyes darkened, the challenge hanging heavy in the air between us. She loved a good challenge, and my defiant smile only fueled her competitive nature. Without warning, her hands found my wrists, swiftly pinning me against the wall, the sound of a soft thump echoed in the empty classroom, her chest heaving slightly with the effort. "You want me to put you in your place, hon?" She murmured in a low, sinful tone. "Be careful what you wish for."

I yelped at the force. She was so close and I became instantly drunk off of her perfume. “Fuck. Me,” I growled.

Melissa let out a low, guttural moan at my words, the sound went straight to the pit of her stomach, and it took all her strength to maintain her control.

She leaned in, her lips brushing my ear as her body pins me to the wall, her hips rocking slightly against my own. "Do you know what happens to naughty girls who make demands?" She whispered, her voice laced with desire. Her lips found my neck, leaving a trail of hot kisses down to my exposed cleavage. I shook my head, unable to form words.

She grinned against my skin, as she continued to explore my sensitive spots. Her teeth graze against my earlobe, nibbling gently before she whispered, "They get punished, hon. And you've been nothing but naughty this whole time, haven’t you, little mouse?"

I couldn’t suppress the groan that erupted from within. “What are you gonna do, kitten? Spank me?”

She laughs a deep, throaty sound against your neck. Her lips continue their path back down to the crook of my shoulder, where she nips harder than before, her teeth making sure to leave a mark behind. "You’re so eager for it, aren’t you?" She whispered, her hand snaking up to grasp your chin, tilting your head to the side. "You want me to put you over my knee, don’t you, little mouse?" My eyes fluttered shut for a moment as I drank in the moment and nodded in her hand.

Her hand tightened its grip on my chin, forcing my eyes back open, making sure I’m looking at her as she speaks. "Then say it." She commanded, her voice firm, but her eyes softened slightly. "Tell me you want me to punish you, baby."

I looked deep into her eyes, knowing just how I was going to unravel the woman. “I want you to punish me. I want you to bend me over your knee and spank me… mommy.”

Melissa’s lips parted in a soft gasp as the word ‘mommy’ spilled from my lips, her eyes momentarily filled with surprise as she felt a familiar wetness grow between her thighs. The look was gone within an instant, replaced by a heated look of hunger. "Oh, you’re playing dirty, aren’t you, baby?" She murmured, her voice taking on a lower, huskier tone. "You know just how to get me all worked up, don’t you, little mouse?"

I grinned wickedly at her as she dragged me over to her desk before she sat down. Melissa’s hands gripped my hips, positioning me over her lap and lifting my skirt, her eyes taking in the exposed skin of my ass. She could already feel a heat pooling in her belly as she looked at me, completely at her mercy. “You look so pretty like this, little mouse,” she purred, her hands caressing my skin. “I hope you know you’re in for a good, thorough spanking.”

I could feel myself getting wetter by the second. I rubbed my thighs, searching for friction as I waited for the spanking “Mmmmhm. I’ve been so bad for you, mommy,” I hummed.

Melissa’s eyes flicked down, noticing the way my thighs subtly rubbed together. She bit her lower lip, watching me like a predatory cat. "That’s right, baby. You’ve been a very bad girl," she murmured, her hand leaving my hip to trail upwards, tracing the curve of my spine. "And bad girls get spanked."

She brought her hand up and spanked my ass twice, gauging my reaction.

I let out a small gasp, my body jolting a bit on her lap as Melissa’s spank landed on my skin. The surprise quickly gave way to a low moan as I got used to the sting. Melissa watched my reaction closely, noting how I flinched and squirmed on her lap as the initial shock wore off. Her hand came down again, striking your my cheek, a bit harder this time. I rubbed my thighs together with each new smack, getting off on the punishment alone. “Mmm, fuck,” I breathed.

As the spanking continued, Melissa picked up on the growing desperation in my movements. Her hand connected with my ass again, the sound of skin hitting skin echoing in the empty classroom. "You really like this, don’t you, little mouse?" She moaned, her voice taking on a huskier tone. "You getting off on being punished by mommy?"

Her voice gave me butterflies. I’d never touched or been touched by Melissa before this, but it was my new favorite thing. “I do, you make me so wet, spanking me soooo good.”

Melissa’s hand came down hard on my ass once more, the firm smack sending a fresh wave of pleasure shuddering through my body. She let out a sharp exhale, watching as my body responds to her every touch. She growled again, her voice a low, sultry rumble, “You’re enjoying yourself a little too much, aren’t you, naughty little thing?”.

Melissa’s hand glided over my stinging skin, her touch a mix of gentle and firm. Her fingers ghosted over the curves of my ass, a light graze that’s hardly a touch. "I think you’ve had enough spanking for now," she murmured, her voice filled with a hint of amusement. "But that doesn’t mean I’m done with you yet, mouse." She prodded me off of her lap and I followed direction.

I rose from her lap, my body slightly shaky from the combination of the spanking and the thrill of submitting to her. Melissa grinned, enjoying the effect she had on me. "Get on your knees, baby," she commanded, her eyes dark with hunger. I again listened to instruction and got on my knees.

Melissa watched me as I sank to the floors, my submission making her heart race. She moved so that she was only inches from me, her body almost towering over me. Her fingers found my chin, tilting my head up to look at her.

"That’s better," she purred, her other hand tangling in my hair, her fingers grasping the strands and tugging gently. “You look so pretty on your knees for me, baby.”

I looked up at her as she pulled my hair, eyes rolling back in my head slightly with the pleasure, moaning a little too loud. Melissa let out a low, sultry laugh as she watched the effect her actions on me. The sound of my moaning pleasure was music to her ears, fueling the fire burning deep inside her.

"Look at you, all desperate and needy," she whispered, her fingers wrapping tighter in my hair as she uses the strands to tilt my head back even further. "You love it, don’t you? Love being controlled by me."

I panted harder, absolute putty in her hands, “Yes mommy, I love being your little mouse, the way you play with me makes me feel so good.”

Melissa’s eyes darkened even further, feral hunger taking over her composure. She used her grip on my hair to pull my head further back, exposing the expanse of your neck to her.

"Oh, I know you do, little mouse," she replied, her voice taking on a low, dangerous tone. "You’re practically dripping for me, aren’t you?" Her free hand suddenly reached out, gripping my throat, her fingers wrapped just tight enough to create a delicious pressure.

My eyes rolled back again as I leaned into her hand on my throat.

Melissa watched me closely, admiring how willing and pliable I was in her hands. The sound of my moans, the arch of my body as I leaned into her grasp, it only made her want to tease and taunt me further. "You really are a naughty thing," she whispered, her fingers applying a slight squeeze to my throat. "So desperate, just aching for my touch."

I reached forward and unbuttoned her pants then grabbed ahold of her hips and pulled her forward. Face to face with her crotch, I found her pants zipper and grabbed it with my teeth, pulling it down. “God I want you so bad, kitten.”

Melissa let out a gasp as I unbuttoned her pants, her body moving forward almost involuntarily. She looked down, her eyes watching as you pull the zipper down with your teeth, the sight sending a shiver up her spine. "Aren’t we eager," she comments, her voice slightly breathless. Her fingers once again tangle in your hair, guiding you forward as she speaks. "Go ahead then, baby. Have a taste."

I pulled her underwear down along with her pants in one tug. “Mmmm, I see the carpet matched the drapes,” I giggled as I took in the sight of her bare in front of me.

Melissa let out a low chuckle as she stepped out of her clothing, eyes never leaving me for a second. "Of course it does, little mouse," she laughed, her fingers still holding your hair in a firm grip. "And you’re just about to get a very close up look, aren’t you, hon?"

I smiled up at her, hunger in my eyes. I caressed her inner thigh before venturing further to her core. I dipped my fingers into her folds and moaned at what I found. “Oh mommy, you’re so wet for me,” I breathed in a sultry tone.

Melissa moaned aloud, the touch causing her to let out a shuddering breath. And when I moved my fingers between her folds, the sensation combined with my moan caused her to grip tighter on my hair, pulling my face closer to where she needed me most.

"Mmm, baby, you have no idea just how worked up you’ve made me," she whispered, her voice thick with want.

“God, you’re so hot, kitten,” I groaned. I took the direction to lean forward, and with a flat tongue I licked the sweetness that built up from out little game.

Melissa’s grip tightened further on my hair, her knuckles going white as I begin tease her entrance and begin circling her clit with a pointed tongue. Her hips jerked forward towards my mouth instinctively, a soft gasp escaping her lips. "God, you’re such a good little mouse," she moaned, her breathing already going ragged. "Don’t you dare stop, baby."

I hummed against her, “You taste so good, mommy. So sweet for me.”

My tongue’s contact with her sensitive spot caused a full-body shudder to wrack her frame. A guttural, animalistic moan escaped her throat as she rocked her hips forward, desperate for more of my touch. "Oh, baby, you’re doing so well. Feels so good," she gasped, her breathing becoming more laboured with each passing moment. "Keep going, keep going, please…"

I smiled at her words. Her little red curls tickled my nose as I sucked and licked harder and faster, looking up at her through lashes to watch her face. Melissa’s head fell back as I increased my pace, her grip on my hair becoming almost painfully tight. Her eyes fluttered shut as the sensations washed over her, the combination of my tongue and lips driving her closer and closer to the edge. "Oh God, darling, don’t stop, don’t stop," she moaned, her voice ragged and desperate. Her hips rolled forward, seeking more of my touch, desperate to reach the peak. "Just like that… oh just like that…"

I continued to work on her clit, but made eye contact and wiggled two fingers at her in a come hither motion, a questioning look in my eye. She nodded her want and guided my free hand to her entrance. I covered my fingers in her juices once more and entered her with full force.

Her body tensed as you entered her, the unexpected force making her gasp harshly. Her chest heaved as she gripped a new handful of my hair, her teeth biting her lower lip as she adjusted to the sudden fullness.

"Oh God, that’s it, baby. Mmmm fill mommy up," she moaned, her voice hoarse with desire. "Keep going, oh don’t you dare stop now…". Melissa let out another low moan as I continued to pump my fingers within her, her grip on my hair growing tighter by the second. Her breath came in ragged breaths, her body trembling with pleasure.

"God, yes, darling," she gasped, her voice barely above a whisper. "You feel so good… you make me feel so good."

Her body became taut as a bowstring, every muscle tense as she edged closer and closer to release, holding my face to her center as she rides the waves of pleasure. "Oh God, I’m so close, baby," she said in a desperate whisper. "Keep going, just a little more… oh just a little more…"

With her words of encouragement, I flicked my tongue faster over her clit and found just the right spot inside to make her come undone. Her legs began to shake and I knew she was ready. “Come for me, kitten.”

Her body tensed even further as I fucked her faster, harder, her muscles coiled as tight as a spring. And then, with a loud, guttural moan, she finally succumbed to the pleasure, her body shaking with the intensity of her orgasm. "Oh God… oh God… yes, that’s it baby," she gasped, her eyes closed and her head thrown back in ecstasy. "Oh… oh… yes, oh yes… oh yes, yes, yessss…" I caught her as she lost the ability to stand upright, gently bringing her down to my level. “Fuck, Mel, that was hot,” I muttered between panting.

She collapses into my arms, her body boneless and trembling. She let out a low, throaty laugh as she leaned against me, trying to catch her breath.

"That… that was incredible, hon" she managed between gasps from the aftershocks. "You are too damn good at that." I kissed her temple gently, the first gentle act since the whole thing started.

Melissa leaned further into my touch, her body still trembling slightly as she came down from the high of her release. Her eyes fluttered shut as my lips brushed her temple, a small smile on her lips. "I don’t remember the last time I’ve come that hard," she said, her voice still a bit shaky. "You really know how to push my buttons, don’t ya, kid?"

I winked at her and kissed her lips. “Just as you know how to push mine… I’m still dripping for you, mommy…”

Melissa let out a sultry chuckle as she kissed me back. Her tongue slipped into my mouth, tasting herself on my lips. Her arms wrapped around me, pulling me closer as she pressed her body against mine. "Mmhm. I know you are, little mouse," she murmured, her voice low and dangerous. "And I intend to take care of that problem."

I moaned as her tongue darted into my mouth again. Melissa’s grip on me tightened as she adjusted her position over me. She broke the kiss, leaving a string of saliva connecting our lips as she grinned down at me. "Oh, darling, there are so many things I could do to you," she purred, her hand slowly trailing down my body. "But for now, I want to see you undone, just like I was."

Her hands on my body felt like fire and I wanted more. I tore my shirt off and pulled down my skirt. “I’m not far from it, kitten.” Melissa’s eyes roamed over my body as I removed my clothes, her gaze dark with hunger. She took a moment to admire the sight of my body, before she reached up to caress my bare skin with her hands.

"God, you’re just as gorgeous as I dreamed you would be," she hummed, her voice filled with awe. Her fingers traced the lines of my curves, her touch gentle and yet possessive.

I cocked my head and gave her a confused smile. “You’ve dreamed about me? About this? I thought you hated me,” I half whined.

Melissa chuckled, her fingers continuing their journey across my skin. There was a hint of amusement in her tone as she answered me. "Oh hon, I don’t hate you. I never hated you," she said, her voice soft. "It’s more like you pushed all my buttons and got under my skin. But let me tell you, there’s a fine line between rage and desire. Seems like you found it." Melissa captured my neck in a love bite, caressing my breast with one hand and my ass with the other. She moaned against my skin as she tasted me, her tongue gliding over the now-marked flesh. My entire body shivered with want and she grinned against my neck as she felt your reaction, her grip on you strong and possessive. My head fell back as I gave myself completely over to her.

Melissa’s tongue followed the line of my neck down to my collar bone, leaving a trail of kisses and bites. She pulled me closer, her body pressed completely against mine as her hands continued to caress and explore. "You’re doing so well, baby girl," she mumbled against my skin, her voice thick. "Just relax." Melissa maneuvered her thigh between my legs and I immediately rolled my hips down.

The redhead let out a moan as my wetness dripped down onto her thigh, her own body responding to the action. Her hands gripped my hips, holding me in place as she watched me move against her. "Oh, mouse, you’re so responsive," she purred, her voice low with desire. "You’re already begging for it, aren’t you?" I bit my lip and nodded sharply

“I need you mommy, I want you inside me,” I growled, sending electric waves down her spine.

Her eyes flashed with desire as I bit admitted my need. She grinned wickedly as she responded, her hands running up and down my back.

"Such an impatient little mouse," she murmured. "But who is mommy to deny you what you want? Just be careful what you wish for, baby." Melissa snaked her hand down to my core and thumbed over my aching clit with ease.

I hissed in pleasure at the contact if been waiting for, “Yessssss mmmm…”

She watched my face as she touched me, a smug grin on her lips as she saw the effect she had on me. "Does that feel good, little mouse?" she purred, her voice lower than usual. "You like it when mommy takes care of you?"

I bucked my hips further into her hand, leaving her palm wet, again unable to form words. Her hand remained firmly against me, her thumb continuing to tease my sensitive spot. She smirked as she felt the evidence of my desire on her palm, and she increased the pressure of her touch. "You’re so eager for me, baby," she husked, her voice thick with arousal. "I can feel how much you need this. How badly you want me to take care of you, right here, right now."

I groan loud, needing more, “Inside, please.” Melissa’s smirk widened at my plea, satisfaction coursing through. She pulled me closer, her lips just a breath away from my own.

"What do you want inside, baby?” she whispered, her voice low and sultry. “I need to hear you say it."

I looked into her eyes, hungry for release. “I want you inside me. I want you to fuck me with your fingers until you make me come.”

A low groan escaped Melissa at my words, her body responding to my need. Her hand slid lower, her fingers teasing at my entrance. She captured my face with her other hand, her grip firm as she forced me to meet her gaze. "You’re being so good for me, little mouse." Melissa’s fingers at my entrance drove me wild. I’d been on the edge of an orgasm since the first kiss, I was so sensitive and ready for her. I moaned and bucked, writhing under her touch. “Please please please, I need y-” I gasped as she filled me with two fingers. “F-f-fuck I’m already so close, you feel so good.”

Melissa’s eyes nearly went black with lust, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she took in the sight of me. She ran the fingers of her other hand down my cheek, her touch gentler now. "Oh no, hon. You don’t get to come just yet," she husked, her voice low and raspy. "Not until I say so. So be a good little mouse and hold on for me."

I nodded, holding in my release as she inserted a third and final finger, filling me up completely. “OH! Ohhhh yessss yes yes!”

She watched my face, taking in every expression and whimper. Her tone still commanding, yet also soothing she says, "That’s it, little mouse, hold it for me," her breath warm against my skin. "Just a bit longer. You’re being so good for me. I know you can do this." She pumped her fingers at just the right speed, hitting that spot just right.

“Mel, I’m so c-close,” I whined, my face scrunching in focus.

Melissa kept her pace and angle, hitting the spot repeatedly as she watched me grow closer and closer to the edge. Her face flushed, and her own breath now came in pants as she worked me towards release. "Just hold on a little longer, baby," she whispered. "You’re doing so well. You feel so tight and hot around my fingers, so good. Just a few more moments, and then I’ll let you come. Just a few more moments, I promise."

Her words drove me crazy, the heat building up was almost too much to bear. I leaned down and bit her shoulder, using it as a distraction to keep me from going over the edge without permission. “Mmmmm-mommy please,” I begged as I rode her fingers.

Her breath hitched as I bit down on her shoulder, the sting of pain adding to her arousal. "Not yet, little mouse," she growled, her voice gruff and commanding. "You’re being such a good girl, but you have to wait for my permission. Just a little longer. Almost there." Melissa felt my body tensing, sensing just how close I was to release.

My eyes rolled back and I almost went limp in her arms. Melissa watched as I grew more boneless, my body riding her fingers more on instinct than anything else. "That’s it, baby girl, ride them just like that," she whispered, her voice thick with lust. "You’re being so good for me. But not yet. Not yet. Just hold on a little while longer."

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck, oh mommy, please let me come, I can’t hold it anymore,” I cried as her thumb met my clit again.

Melissa looked up at my face, her own expression filled with need and awe at the control I exerted over my body. She knew she’d pushed me to the limit. She grinned, her eyes roaming over my body. "You’ve been such a good little mouse," she said huskily . "You’ve held on for so long. You’re so good. So desperate. I think you’ve earned permission now, don’t you?" All I could do was gasp and moan in response.

She knew I’d held on as long as I could, and she wasn’t going to make me wait anymore. "Come for me, baby girl," she ordered, her voice firm. "You’ve earned it, mouse. Let go. Now."

My orgasm washed over me with an intensity I’d never experienced before, and it felt even better knowing Melissa Schemmenti got me there. “OHHH fuck! Oh yes! Yes yes yessss! Mmmm oh God, Melissa!” I trembled and shook as I collapsed in her arms, completely out of breath.

Melissa watched as I let go and held me close as I came down, her eyes wide with awe at the intensity of my release. The feel of me trembling and shaking against her brought a smug grin to her face, her own arousal ramping up again at the sight of my pleasure. "That’s my good little mouse," she cooed, placing gentle kisses on my cheek and in my hair. "You came so hard for me, I’m so proud of you."

“Good God, Melissa,” I said between pants, still coming down from my high, “holy shit.”

Melissa held me tight as you rode out the aftershocks of my orgasm, her arms wrapped around me as I come back down to earth. She chuckled softly as she listened to my shaky breaths and shaky voice. "That good, huh?" she teased, her voice smug. "I guess that means you enjoyed yourself."

I lifted my head from her shoulder and looked at her through half lidded eyes, “I don’t think I can ever fuck anyone else now.”

Melissa smiled at my words, her eyes roaming over my face. Her hands moved across my back as she watched me catch my breath. "Well, I can’t say I’m disappointed to hear that," she husked, a smug grin on her lips. "After all, I don’t like sharing my toys."

My eyes closed as I smiled at her remark. “Kiss me?”

Melissa chuckled at my request, her lips curving up at the corners. She cupped my face with one hand and drew me closer, her eyes locking with my own as she leaned in. "Since you asked so nicely," she said, her voice low and sultry. And then her lips were on mine, claiming my mouth in a kiss. It was sweet and gentle, a sharp contrast to the entirety of our escapade.

I glanced at the clock as our lips parted. “Think we should get outta here? I’m sure Mr. Johnson’s been ready to lock up for a while now.”

Melissa hums, her eyes still closed as she savored the sweetness of the kiss. When she finally opened them, she nodded in agreement. "Yeah, you're right," she said with a soft chuckle. "We should probably head out. But we're definitely resuming this back at my place."

There was a flash of hunger in both of our eyes and I licked my lips. “Oh yeah? Then let’s get goin’.” I tossed her her pants and got myself dressed, straightening my hair and smeared makeup in the reflection of the window.

Melissa laughed as she caught her pants and quickly pulled them on. She watched me tidy myself up, a satisfied smirk on her face. She could tell I was eager to get back to her place, and she felt the same way. "Can’t believe you’re still trying to make yourself presentable after what we just did," she teased.

I blushed a deep red. “Not for you, just in case we happen upon Mr. Johnson on the way out!” I wrapped my arms around her waist and kissed her again.

Melissa smiled against my lips, enjoying the feeling of being in my arms. She wrapped her own arms around me, pulling me close as she kissed me deeply. "You’re adorable," she mumbled when the kiss ended, her eyes flicking over to the door. "And smart. Let’s get out of here before Mr. Johnson catches us."

I giggled like a schoolgirl and grabbed her wrist, “C’mon, kitten! We have things to do.”

The redhead followed me out into the hallway, her hand in mine. The nickname "kitten" made her heart flutter, and she matched my pace easily as we headed towards the car."You're in a rush, aren't you?" She teased as she glanced at me, a sly smile on her lips. "Can't wait to get me home and all alone, huh?"

I bit my lip and gave her a mischievous grin. “God Mel, I’m already dying for round two.” I winked at her and we rounded the corner to see Mr. Johnson standing there with his mop in hand, staring us down.

Melissa's eyes went wide as we came face to face with Mr. Johnson. As he stood there it became increasingly obvious he knew what happened in that classroom, and he was not mincing words. "Out a little late tonight, aren't we ladies?" he asked gruffly, his eyes moving from you to Melissa and back again. Both of our faces matched Melissa’s hair in that moment.

“$50 and you tell no one, Mr. J…” I offered, hoping to save us from some embarrassment in the teachers lounge.

Mr. Johnson considered it for a moment, his expression stern. Then he let out a small laugh and extended his hand. "$50 and my lips are sealed," he said. "But this better not become a regular occurrence, you hear me?"

I took my wallet out and handed him a crisp $50 bill, then mock saluted him. “Yes sir!”

Mr. Johnson pocketed the bribe money and nodded at me in acknowledgement. He turned his gaze to Melissa, his expression still stern. "You’re a terrible influence, Schemmenti," he huffed. "That poor girl didn’t stand a chance."

Mr. Johnson watched as Melissa tried to suppress her laugh, his eyes narrowing in mock annoyance. He shook his head and pointed his mop in her direction. "You’re a menace," he grumbled. "Now get outta here before I change my mind about keeping quiet."

I pulled Melissa’s arm and started walking very quickly to the exit. “Thanks, Mr. J! See ya Monday!” We didn’t stop until we got to Melissa’s car.

“The whole school is gonna know, aren’t they,” I asked as I buckled into the passenger seat.

Melissa cackled, her face still red with embarrassment. "Oh, absolutely," she replied. "Mr. Johnson couldn’t resist the bribe money, but he’s definitely the biggest gossip at Abbott. They’ll probably know by breakfast tomorrow, and if not then by Monday morning guaranteed.” She settled into her seat and started the car as she buckled in. I gave her a look of disbelief.

“You coulda told me and saved me $50! You so owe me, Schemmenti!” I smacked her arm and then placed my hand on her thigh, squeezing slightly.

“Definitely thinking of ways I can make it up to you…,” Her pupils dilated as she took my hand in hers. My head fell back in another laugh.

“Then step on it, Jeeves!”

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14 " I dont hate you" with könig pretty please :33

Prompt #14 - “I don’t hate you.”

Whoopsie took forever cause I made it long B)

König x Reader - change

It wasn’t usual for the task force to travel by train; it was expensive, it was vulnerable, and the tracks left a clear trail behind them. It was the last choice, and only because of the snowstorm that had swept over the rendezvous so viciously it nearly downed their extraction helicopter. The windows of the safehouse shook, and their radios barely clung to the lines.

They began to trudge through when the wind calmed down a bit. The station was closed to civilians because of the conditions, but a flash of identification tended to get Price beyond most closed doors in the world.

The empty train cars were eerie, but the extra space was a rare convenience, giving plenty of space to store equipment, treat injuries, and even lay down.

“They cleared out the booze!” Soap complained over his shoulder from the dining car, his loud rummaging making Price sigh.

“I’m happy I’m not sleeping on cobwebs, mate.” Gaz leaned against where he’d propped up his backpack, tilting his hat over his eyes. You sat across the aisle from Gaz, smiling at the interaction before a booming voice interrupted the moment.

“You can sleep?” His voice preceded him.

“We get it, König!” Gaz grumbled from under his hat.

König leaned into the car, ducking his head to get through before settling across from you. His uniform was blood stained and muddy from fighting off several enemy soldiers bare-handed that day. Unfortunately, he wouldn’t let anyone forget about it.

“Did you see when I threw dieses schwein over my shoulder?” He demonstrated the move where he had tossed a man over his shoulder like he weighed nothing, his eyes shining under his mask.

For the rest of the task force, König was being a showoff, irritating, what have you. But you had a different problem entirely.

You almost wish you could feel annoyed; watching him handle himself that way just made the underlying feelings for him catch like a bright flame.

“es war Wahnsinn Sergeant!”

You nodded, trying not to imagine how bright his smile was at the moment, even if it was concealed. König laughed breathlessly before looking around. He noticed the others’ irritated faces, their wavering attention.

“I am sorry.. I should clean up, anyway, yes?” His laugh was a bit emptier this time as he rose to his feet. “I did not mean to bother you after such a mission, Sergeant.” He added softly.

You looked up at him, near panicking at his defeated eyes. “No, no, you’re not-"

“It’s alright.”

And then he was gone; looking more tired with each step out of the train car. You massaged your temple with your palm, cursing yourself. If you could just keep your feelings professional, König wouldn’t be sulking in the shower right now. Even though you knew his fears were misguided, you couldn’t help but watch the sliding door, silently begging for him to return with the smell of soap and aftershave trailing his path. You could always see when his damp hair was starting to soak through his face covering, no doubt irritating, but still he remained concealed.

You were frustrated at the team, but chewing them out would do nothing but irritate them more. You stripped off your vest, the cool rush of air soothing on your body as you made your way to the last car.

There, you had known, was a window that you could watch the passing tunnel through. The lights lining the concrete path glowed a soft orange, gentle compared to the fluorescent white that illuminated the inside of the train. You settled with your knees brought up to your chest, the cool glass soothing the ache in your temple as you rested against it. The faint roar of the tracks distracted you as your exhaustion finally settled to relax your muscles.

The car door opened.

You looked up to see what you’d been looking for, but more. He was in a sweater and fresh uniform pants, his boots, but what wasn’t covered surprised you.

His hands; scarred and fidgeting, exposed without his usual gloves. Your eyes traveled to drink in what he gave you; his neck, his eyes and forehead, his hair still damp from his shower. He wore a similar mask that Ghost did when they went drinking; a simple nose and mouth covering. It was the most you’d ever seen.

“I had to wash the.. I had to wash my hood..”

He didn’t want to say he couldn’t bear the smell of the blood and dirt so close to his face, or that standing here was making his heart race like he was still out there.

You nod. “You okay? You’re usually.. I don’t know, loud.” You smile, trying desperately to tell him that’s exactly the König you loved.

“I uh.. I may need to pull back on that. I’m no use if I’m—exhausting. You know?”

“You’re not exhausting.” You state, turning to sit properly and look up at him.

“You’re very kind, Sergeant, but I only want to be better for—for the team.”

You blinked, catching the pause in his deflection.

“For the team?”

“Yes.”

“It just sounded like you were going to say something else.”

It was only then you noticed his ears were practically glowing pink.

“I wasn’t.”

You shook your head quickly. “Regardless, you shouldn’t change yourself on a hunch. You’re bright, you’re energetic, and that’s amazing. It’s part of what makes you such a good Colonel; you don’t give in to that hopelessness that follows us everywhere..” you sigh. “I don’t want you to change.”

He shifted on his feet, blinking as his brow furrowed. You could almost tell what he was thinking when you could see his eyes clearly.

“I’m the highest rank on this train. I shouldn’t be acting this way.”

“Why not?”

“Because-" König huffed. “A Colonel that everybody hates is asking for mistakes. For injuries, for mistrust.”

“I don’t hate you.” You replied easily.

He sighed, palming his forehead with his other hand settling on his hip. You tried your hardest to not stare at the muscles of his arms that showed themselves even past the cozy fabric of his sweater.

“Verdammt.. my subordinates must respect me. If they don’t-"

“König, you are their superior. They will respect you or face the consequences, and that includes me. You could send me away right now and tell me to get out of your business, and I would listen, even if I don’t want to. You need to have respect for yourself.”

He nodded slowly, sighing. “I suppose I must,” he sat beside you. “respect myself. Before I ask for it.”

“I trust you.” You admit. He lay a hand on your shoulder, the warmth of his bare palm soothing in the cold train car. “I trust you too.” He replied quietly.

Soap had ended up scavenging around enough to produce a few bottles of champagne, to which you and König walked in on. Price shut down Soap’s inclination to shake the bottle, but did allow him to unstick the cork with his knife, the bubbles spilling slightly as he poured several glasses. You watched, smiling, as the young sergeants drank while Ghost and Price spoke quietly over their own glasses.

“You’re not having one?” König murmured. You shook your head. “I never know what I need to be sober for.”

He hummed, leaning back. “I’ll always join a friend in sobriety.”

“You are kind that way.” You reply softly.

He glanced at you. “Ja?”

You nod. “And today.. when you cleared that group..”

He eyes didn’t leave yours, the deep ochre seeming to shine at your words.

“I was hit pretty bad. You may have saved my life.”

“Instinct, Sergeant.” He retorted. “Anyone would have done it.”

“Anyone would have swept five men in under a minute with two hands and a baton?”

His ears were red again. “What’s important is that it’s taken care of now.”

Before you could reply, the last of the group was retiring for bed, nodding their goodnights and leaving you and König alone. You turned to him.

“Forgive me if I’m overstepping..”

He nodded.

“I’ve never seen your hair before tonight.. it’s nice. Matches your eyes.”

König absentmindedly lifted a hand to card through his dark brown hair, looking to the side. “Danke..”

You realized at that moment that you could smell his shampoo and felt a twinge dizzy from the warmth that lit up in your ribs.

“Thank you for what you said back there.” He spoke gently. “You feel.. refreshing.”

“Do I?” You smiled.

He laughed gently. “Well.. I’m not the most approachable.”

“Sounds like their problem to me.” You retorted. “Besides, just because you’re tall, and.. you know.. doesn’t mean you don’t deserve some comradery.”

“What was that in the middle?” Another laugh seeped through his words. “Tall and..?”

“And..” You shifted slightly, avoiding his eyes. “Muscular.. I suppose.”

“Suppose?”

“Shut up.” You complain.

He laughed properly now, his eyes shining adorably.

“My apologies..”

You huffed, but smiled as his laughter faded slowly.

“You have a nice laugh.”

He tilted his head. “Don’t think flattery will get you anywhere professionally, Sergeant..”

“Is it flattery if it’s true?”

“Oh, you..” Another laugh rumbled in his chest. “You are trouble.”

“How is that?”

“You’re making me have thoughts I shouldn’t.”

Suddenly, the clattering of the tracks was the only sound between the two of you. You blinked in surprise at his words, but your smile didn’t quite waver.

“I’m so sorry, that was completely-"

“What thoughts?”

He made a noise halfway between a laugh and a scoff, shifting in the booth you both sat in.

“Nothing, please, forget I said anything.”

“Why did you come and find me after walking off?”

“Sergeant.”

His voice was firm, and you knew to back down for the moment.

“What I’m thinking—what I’m feeling.. it is unprofessional.”

“I would think you hold enough respect for me to have my own opinion of what these feelings mean but if you will not tell me-"

“Do you truly want to know?”

“Yes!”

“Fine.” His hands came down on his legs in frustration as he leaned forward “I have had feelings for you for many weeks. I have known you for many years, I am not one to crack easily, but you’ve managed it. I care for you in a way that is not appropriate for a Colonel and Sergeant, and that is fact.”

“We are adults.” You insisted.

“We are military.” His voice was unwavering. “This cannot happen.”

“It can.”

“It cannot.”

“Not as long as you keep yourself wound up so tight! There is a way to be together in the way I know you want, you just need to trust me.”

“I trust you with my life!”

“So be in mine! Ignoring this will solve nothing!”

“I can’t risk your expulsion, Sergeant.” He sighed, his head in his hands. Your heart twisted at his stress, the muscles of his shoulders tense with worry.

“König..”

“I should go.”

“What? Have you been listening to me at all?”

“I can’t do this.” He rose to his feet, but you caught his elbow before he could walk out.

“You tell me you want this, and then you leave?”

“You asked.”

“You said yes!”

You stood toe to toe now, and you released his arm when he placed his hands on your shoulders.

“It’s not as if I don’t want you. It’s not.. it’s not as if.. what am I saying..” He squeezed his eyes shut, sighing again.

You slowly take one of his hands in yours; this hand that has snapped bones and pulled the triggers of firearms, this hand that is still so warm in yours.

“You really think this could work?” He wasn’t taunting, rather a light curiousness in his tone.

“Yes..”

He squeezed your hand, pulling you a big closer to hold you to his chest.

Your arms returned his embrace, cradling his back.

“I hope you know this won’t result in a promotion.”

You huff a laugh. “You’ve seen through my lies..”

“Is that so?” He murmured. You saw the smile in his eyes. He seemed to search your face for a moment, considering something.

“Close your eyes.”

You blinked. “Why?”

“Surprise.”

“Oh, god..” You close your eyes, tilting your head.

“Don’t open them.”

His voice seemed clearer; it didn’t have a muffled tone as it usually did.

“I won’t..”

You felt the whisper of his breath on your cheek before he placed a kiss there, withdrawing slowly.

“König..”

“Open them..” He sounded apprehensive, strange coming from someone so brash, so unrelenting to the enemy.

For a moment, you shut your eyes tighter. “Are you sure?”

You felt his palms cradle your jaw. “Yes.”

Slowly, you lifted your eyes to look at him, this man that you had known for years and loved for months, the man who had saved your life more times than you had fingers to count on. Now, with his angled nose and parted lips, an almost imperceptible smattering of freckles below his eyes, the shadow of the absence of face razors while on mission.

“You’re beautiful, König..”

Your words almost fled from your lips without permission; the confession was simply a truth you’d barely had the strength to hold back until this moment.

He smiled. He smiled with a crooked lilt, and you were grateful he was partially holding you upright.

“So are you..”

You couldn’t help but step closer, glance back at his lips, his nose, his freckles.

“Permission to proceed, Colonel?” You practically breathed near his lips.

Rather than retort your poorly placed joke, he closed that breath of a distance for a kiss more gentle than you thought was possible. One of his hands ran a thumb along your cheekbone while the other pulled you closer by the small of your back, tracing lazy patterns there, too.

He separated only for breath, the fluorescent lights gleaming off the sheen of his parted lips.

You began to attempt a sentence, but he leaned in again, chasing the closeness he’d been aching for. His lips worked like flowing water, satiating, encouraging. You were stunned into near silence until you felt his tongue brush along your lower lip, at which a low hum rose from your throat. When you allowed the kiss to deepen, you felt the teeth of his smile before he graced you with venturing even further.

The room felt like it would spin wildly if you opened your eyes, and you clung to him like a life raft.

Your heart raced out of your ribs as you separated, panting like animals. His thumb wiped at your lip; he seemed almost fascinated by what he’d left.

“Price will.. come out soon..” Your voice was somehow hoarse as you made no move to separate. He hummed in agreement, glancing at the sliding door before looking back at you with a dazed expression. “You should get some sleep anyway..” He said softly. Before you could complain that you didn’t want to leave, he’d lifted you to rest against his chest as he headed for his sleeping car.

“König!” You clung to his shoulders. “Don’t drop me..”

“I will not drop you.” He rolled his eyes.

You made a small, disbelieving noise, but continued to rest on his chest, exhaustion starting to seep back into your muscles.

The sleeping car was cramped, especially for him, but he laid down without a fuss and held you with him, slipping off your shoes and socks for you and laying down an extra blanket when you shivered. He pulled the comforter over the both of you, smiling when you hugged his waist and shuffled closer.

“You’ll warm up..” He rubbed your back, assuring you. He looked down to ask something when he noticed your gentle breathing and relaxed hands that were previously clinging to his sweater.

“Rest well..”

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justagirlfr · 6 months

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I’d Rather Be Studying the Physics of You

rotb!Mirage x f!reader

summary: reader is struggling with her physics homework and Mirage goes to comfort her. (fluff, comfort)

tw: physics 😔

a/n: this one is pretty self-indulgent, I’ll open requests soon for more one-shots! I’m currently obsessed with rotb- Mirage and Noah specifically.

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Mirage is in your room and leaning against one of the walls next to your bed. He's fiddling with your rubix cube- still amazed at how someone came up with this torture device for entertainment. You're working at your desk, a dim lamp the only source of light. Tonight, it's physics that you're struggling with.

"Physics is so stupid, I swear to god," you mumble while trying to work out problem 35 on the review packet your professor gave you. This homework really has you questioning your entire life. "This is so overly complicated and for what."

"Physics can be useful," Mirage says, still focused on the cube. "I mean you use it all the time to fix my parts." He winks at the end of that last sentence and you roll your eyes even though he can't see them, your chair facing away from him and your attention being at the disgusting problems at hand.

"That's like, practical physics though," you sigh. "This is stupid Newton physics."

Mirage momentarily stops twisting the cube's sides. "Isn't all of physics based on Newton physics?"

"I mean, not really, but all of it is the same- stupid and dumb and overcomplicated." You give up on the problem and move on to the next one. Reading the new onslaught of numbers and words, you really feel like throwing up. "Literally what the FUCK is this."

Mirage can sense that you're getting angrier and more frustrated by the minute. Your hands are at the crown of your head, grasping manically at the edges of your hair. "Honey, why don't you give it a break for a second?" He urges. "I think it'd make you feel better."

But you're too far into trying to deduce the obscure answer on your paper. You ignore him angrily and start scribbling wildly on your paper, writing down everything and anything that might be useful in solving this one. "No no no, this won't work, this won't work- you need acceleration for this one, but you don't even have time or distance! Literally what the fuck!" you're getting louder by the minute and it's starting to scare Mirage.

"Love, I know you really want to solve that, but come here for a second," he urges, setting the cube down for a moment and acting genuinely concerned.

"I'm fucking focused just let me try again oh my god-" there are tears brimming your eyes and clouding your vision and you're trying so, so hard to mask your frustration with yourself with anger- but you can't see, everything is spinning and you're just mad, mad at yourself because this should be easy, and why are you so horrible at physics? You're a STEM major for christ sake, how the fuck are you going to make it thorugh the rest of your life if you can't master simple Newtonian physics??? You feel the tears falling now, cascading down your face as you grip your pencil with the most power you possibly can. All the fight immediately leaves you and you give into your sadness. "I swear Mirage, I can't do anything right." You're silently sobbing now, basking in your misery because you've lost it, and you're tired of trying to hold yourself together and combat your inevitable conclusion that you are the stupidest person on Earth. What gave you the confidence to pursue such a field? You couldn't even do basic math. The salty tears smell gross to you, and your face feels disgusting all over. You're so lost in your break-down you almost fail to notice your chair slowly being pulled back and the familiar metal servos circling your body.

"Honey, look at me." Mirage pulls your hands away from your face and gently cradles your face in his hands. "You do a lot of things right."

"No I don't, I can't even do this stupid problem I'm so sick of it, I'm so sick of trying and failing over and over again and it makes me feel so stupid and I am stupid and-"

"No." His grip on your face is tighter and you're forced to shut up. "You are one of the most brilliant, courageous people I know my love. I don’t ever want you to think that you’re not enough, that you can’t do anything.”

You sniffle, and he gently moves his hands to your waist, picking you up from the chair and placing you in his lap where he can properly hold you. He places you on your bed and kneels on the side, looking over at you. You can hear all of his gears shifting as he does so. He presses his left hand to your cheek, caressing it. “You are already perfect. I love you so much and I could not imagine me loving any other version of you that didn’t have the persistence you do. I know you really wanted to get that worksheet over with and done, but come on man, that shit is hard and it’s not your fault you can’t get it on the first try.” He tucks the covers over you. It’s 4AM, and it’s probably for the best that you call it a day.

“I just feel like I suck so much at this, and everyone else is so much better, and I’ll never get a job and it’s just so hopeless.” Some more tears slip out of your eyes, and Mirage wipes them away with a swift caress.

“Oh my love,” he sighs and kisses you gently on your forehead. His lips feel cool and smooth against your soft skin. “It’s going to be okay. All that matters is that you’re trying your best, alright? You’re my girl, remember?”

You nod silently, gazing into his light blue optics as they soften meeting your look. “Yeah,” you sniffle.

“That’s my girl,” he says. He goes to lay down next to you off the bed, and you can hear all of his parts whirring, getting ready to shut down.

“Mirage?” You ask tentatively.  

He gets up immediately to look at you. “Yes, love?”

You look away for a second before saying, “can I sleep on you?”

Mirage giggles and you immediately feel his arms lifting you to lay on top of him. He takes a a blanket in front of the bed and drapes it over you. You’re pressed against his chest and it feels oh so nice. The warmth of his spark makes what would seem to be an uncomfortable thing to lay against actually very cozy. You tilt your head up and kiss his cool lips. He reciprocates, and you can taste the warm metal of his bottom lip. When you pull away, he gives you the most adoring expression ever and you melt into him. “I love you,” he says, without breaking eye contact.

“I love you too,” you give him a smile back.

#mirage #rotb mirage #x reader #mirage x reader #fluff #comfort #transformers rotb #tf rotb #transformers

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babygorewhore · 1 year

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“I’ll protect you.” Protective Kyle Spencer comfort.

Hi!!! This was requested by @enchanting-evan and I absolutely loved this idea! Kyle is my little blonde baby. I absolutely love him. WARNINGS! Madison being a bitch. Protective Kyle. Choking. Pushing. Yelling. But fluff at the end!

“What are you doing?” Madison came up from behind you out of nowhere. You startled in surprise as you paused washing your face. You all had a busy day, Cordelia had you all practicing using plants to heal wounds.

Kyle was sitting on your bed with his iPad, not paying attention as he watched Dora the explorer. You glanced at him before turning back to apply your facial mask. “I’m doing my skincare.” Madison rolled her eyes and light her cigarette.

“Clearly, you need it. All you do is fuck around with Ken over there.” You withheld the urge to snap at her but you continued massaging your face with the cream.

Your toner was lifted in the air telekinetically and you sighed. Looking back at Madison, you held up your hands in a truce. “Please, stop and just go to bed. I’m too tired to fight with you today.” You pleaded.

You both were always at each others throats. She hated how much Kyle loved you. She was always giving you both dirty looks, trying to force him into kissing her despite that he was obviously in love with you.

“I just don’t get it. Why would he be with someone who doesn’t even know how to use her powers yet? You couldn’t given light the candle today.” She said at you and you glared.

“It’s none of your business. Cordelia is helping me. I’m stronger than I was last week.”

“Yeah. And that’s pathetic. You won’t last here. Especially with Halloween coming up. Who knows what might happen to you. You couldn’t protect yourself. Let alone Kyle over there.” Madison looked over at the blonde who was now staring at you. He must have sense something was wrong.

“Madison, leave me alone. Just stop.” You turned to wash the mask off but the water splashed in your face.

You gasped and spun to her. Angrily, you flicked your fingers towards her, yanking the cigarette out of her mouth. You stomped on it on the ground. “What the fuck is your problem?”

Madison stepped forward and you felt your hair be yanked back, you cried out as your head smacked against the wall.

Kyle ran towards you, stepping in front of you as you lunged towards her. “Enough!” He yelled. But Madison wouldn’t stop as she picked up your skincare products with her powers and smashed them on the floor.

Before you could react, Kyle moved towards her and got in her face. He was about to wrap his hands around her neck. “Leave her alone!” He screamed at her, stepping on the glass.

He pushed her against the wall. His hands around her neck as you flew towards him. As much as you hated Madison, you didn’t want him to kill her. Maybe. “Kyle stop, I’m okay!” You said to him.

“Kyle-“ she choked as Kyle tightened his grip. His focus only on protecting you.

“Kyle, stop it!” He flinched as you yelled at him and he removed his hands. “It’s okay.” You smoothed a hand over his hair and he relaxed into your touch. Madison gasped for air and ran out of the room.

You pulled Kyle into your arms, the sleeves of your robe wrapped around him as he snuggled against your shoulder. “Are you-okay?” He stuttered and you nodded, smiling at him.

You cupped his cheek and he nuzzled against your palm.” Yes, baby. I’m okay.”

Kyle leaned forward, kissing your nose before he crushed you into a hug. “I’ll always protect you-you-“ He said against your ear. “I-love-y-y-you.”

“I love you too, Kyle.”

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mostlymaudlin · 1 year

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picking fights

andreil, rated t, <500 words / series: flashes of intimacy

There can be something so pleasant about being unpleasant. Andrew started the day by making Nicky’s face flash with hurt. He repeatedly stepped on the heels of a guy twice his height in the coffee line, and flashed middle fingers as he walked out of his least favorite class.

Bee fills their session talking to Aaron, denying Andrew the opportunity to rile up his brother until they’re driving back to practice. Renee proposes a late night sparring session, then shrugs off Andrew’s silence. He doesn’t want to play pretend, and she doesn’t pick fights she knows she won’t win.

Then there’s Neil. A uniquely irritating figure. Andrew hasn't had to deal with him since morning practice, but Neil hits him with a concerned stare as soon as he steps onto the court. Andrew repays it by sending all Neil’s shots on goal back at his ankles, waiting for that temper to flare.

Andrew’s pulse jumps when Neil finally drops his racquet and stomps toward him. The buzzer goes off as he slams a hand against the wall next to Andrew’s head and grabs at the grating of Andrew’s mask.

“What’s your problem?” Neil asks. It’s not even a hiss — not even a growl.

“Seems like you have the problem,” Andrew says, matching Neil’s calm tone.

“No,” Neil says. “You woke up mad. Fine. Pit yourself against everyone else, but not me. I’m always on your team.”

The words douse the fire in Andrew’s chest, leaving him full of ash, full of dust, full of nothing. Stupid Neil. Andrew should have known better. But he’s forever picking fights he can’t win.

He fists the collar of Neil’s scrimmage pinny, tugging. Neil holds his ground, holds Andrew’s gaze.

“This thing says otherwise,” Andrew says, but Neil only rolls his eyes at the attempted diversion. Apparently satisfied, he lets go of Andrew’s helmet and steps back.

Andrew sits out the rest of practice in retaliation. Later, he brakes at the curb of Fox Tower and waits for everyone to get lost. Neil stays in the passenger seat, watching as the others walk into the building. When they’re out of sight, Neil slumps in his seat and yawns.

Andrew hates him. His eyes nearly water as he swallows a yawn of his own.

He slams the car into park and leaves it running. Neil stares as Andrew rounds the car and yanks open the passenger door, his face a dare.

“Move over,” Andrew says.

Neil blinks in surprise, then climbs into the driver’s seat. “Where to?”

Andrew doesn’t respond. It’s December, but he rolls the window down when Neil merges onto the highway. He sticks his hand out, holding his palm steady against the force of the freezing air.

It’s another fight he can’t win. The wind stops biting when his skin goes numb, but eventually his muscles tire. Andrew rolls up the window, and savors the pins and needles as his fingers come back to life in Neil’s warm palm.

this series is on ao3!

#my writing #flash #flashes of intimacy #andreil #andreil fic #aftg #aftg fic #boo hiss im grumpy so i made andrew grumpy #cw for the bad vibes of a person w a history of self-harm who is in a foul mood.

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stickywhiteash · 1 year

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A place where you belong || Kakashi x Reader

Warnings: Breaking and entering (not really), none just domestic fluff

Word Count: (1.2k)

Forearms rest against the cold metal balcony rail. In one hand a cup of tea, freshly made. Quiet peaceful nights like this is what makes being a shinobi worth it. Crickets chirp in the distance, singing along with the idle chatter of those still awake in the streets, also enjoying the fresh air. One heavy breath in. One out. The mind settles, not a single thought bouncing around.

Even the sound of something landing on the railing followed by vibrations doesn’t break the daydreaming. No reaction. Two taps on the ground followed by clothing adjustments break the silence but just for a moment.

Warm liquid slips down the throat. The surroundings turn black as you focus on the backdrop. For a while, not a single word is said. A mutual understanding that the other’s presence brings comfort.

“What beings you here in this neck of the woods?” You ask, finally addressing ‘the intruder’.

He shrugs, knowing you’re not looking at him. Not even a glance.

“Ah.. Wanted some company, I suppose.”

“So the great Lord Almighty Sixth decided to travel to the other side of the village just to visit little ol’ me. I’m touched.”

A receipt crushed into a ball is pulled out from Kakashi’s pocket. Playfully he chucks it at your head. You make no attempt to dodge the piece of trash, causing it to make contact and fall into the cup.

“You know, I hate it when you call me that.”

“Hey. Now my tea is ruined. Thanks a lot.”

“Not my fault. Should have dodged it. It could have been a kunai.”

“It CoULd hAvE bEEn a KuNai”

His arms cross, feigning disapproval. The curves of his mask and the slight eyebrow raise tell a different story: amused.

“If you’re here, who is at the office?”

“A shadow clone I left behind. Shikamaru already went home for the day.”

“I see,” you respond. With contaminated tea, you pry yourself off the railing to make your way back inside the apartment. After passing through the entryway, you glance back and notice Kakashi hasn’t moved an inch. By the gods are you beautiful, messy hair, pajamas, and all. One hand rests on either hip, as tired eyes stare at each other.

“What are you a vampire? Come in.”

That awkward beloved laugh sends tingles down your spine. When was the last time you heard it? He’d been so busy with Hokage responsibilities, you almost forgot what it sounded like.

“Thank you for welcoming me into your humble abode”

“Yeah, yeah. Have you eaten yet?”

Silence followed. He didn’t want to lie to you, aware that if he said yes you’d make him something on the spot. On the other hand, Kakashi couldn’t recall when or what he last ate. Grumbling of his stomach spoke up for him, ending his dilemma.

“I’ll take that as a ‘no.’ Go ahead and take a seat.”

“You really don’t—“

“Shut up. You’re always telling Naruto how he should eat and to add vegetables in his diet. Even he’s doing better than you.”

Couldn’t fight you on that.

Scolded like a little child, there was nothing else he could do other than take a seat at the kitchen table. His right hand comes up so his head has somewhere to rest. Kakashi watches as his partner takes something out of the fridge and begin preparing some dinner.

Inwardly he cursed himself for not making more time for you. He knows it’s been hard. With Shikamaru’s help and the shadow clones Kakashi makes, it’s simply not enough. Why do people have a lot of problems they couldn’t solve themselves? Okay, that was harsh, but partially true. It’s the main reason why you two decided not to live together or get married yet. Besides, with how peaceful it’s been compared to the past, there’s no real rush. Kakashi couldn’t wait until Naruto is ready to take his spot in being Hokage. For now, Kakashi will continue learning to adjust in order to make time with his beloved.

Kakashi’s train of thought was interrupted by a bowl being placed in front of him. It was.. one of his favorites: Eggplant Miso Soup.

“You’re lucky I went grocery shopping earlier today.”

“And I’m lucky to have you.”

You nudge and utter, “Just eat your damn soup.” Although the line was delivered as salty as his food, a smile followed suit.

“What about you? You’re not going to eat some?”

“Don’t worry about me, ‘Kashi. I ate earlier.”

Please with his lover’s response, Kakashi hums and pulls down the mask. The two talked about mundane things as he ate.

Lee pushed Guy’s wheelchair down a hill to see who would win in a race. Guy, won. Mirai recently turned two. Sai and Ino are dating and seeing each other.

All of the things that Kakashi probably missed.

A wave of exhaustion hit him after he’s finished. Well, plus a bit of the food coma. Grabbing his bowl, Kakashi starts to stand up only to be sat back down again.

“I’ll take it for you.”

He shakes his head and makes another attempt to get up from his spot. “No, please, you’ve already done so much for me.”

Hand presses down on his shoulder harder, while another swipes the dirty dish from him. “I told you, I got it.” You slip away to the kitchen sink to wash the dishes.

Groaning, Kakashi stretches out his arms in front of him. Naked face laying on the table. The warmth from the soup bowl lingers. He closes his eyes, counting up the seconds. An exaggerated sigh leaves his mouth before padding over to you. Arms snake around your waist, pulling you into a tight embrace. Kakashi’s face buries into your neck. Warm flesh connecting with yours. Not having enough time to shave, his stubble pokes into you. Muscles tense, wanting to playfully complain but you stay quiet.

Kakashi speaks up, breaking the silence once again, “You’re aware I appreciate you?”

“Mhm”

A pause, “Thaaat I love you?”

“Mmhm.”

“Ahh~ Well, I’ll remind you anyways. I love you and appreciate everything you do.” He rubs his face further into your neck. A feeble attempt at getting a reaction from you. Prickling sensation sends shivers down your spine.

“Mmm..”

“Oi..” His fingers poke at their sides.

You tense up but say nothing more, even as the finish cleaning. Lips press into a thin smile, not wanting to give into his antics.

Kakashi squeezes your sides, demanding attention. “Oi! Are you listening?”

Spinning around, you plant your hands on either side of his face. Every detail is already memorized, but it couldn’t hurt to get a refresher. A little mole on the left side of his mouth. Eyes the color of the night sky, sparkling as he looks at you lovingly. Traumatic memory of that cursed day etched over his face, where his friends gift used to stay.

“I heard you.”

“Are you mad at me?”

Eye contact breaks for a moment, looking down at the floor and back at him. It’s okay to be honest with your feelings. Better to not hold it inside until it explodes.

“Just a little bit.”

“Ahh..” Kakashi’s aware of the reason. He’s not stupid. Even if you were to lie, he’d know you were upset. The man is thankful you vocalized your needs and trusted him to open up.

“… I apologize. How can I make it up to you?”

“Take the day off tomorrow.”

“I shouldn’t—”

“Take a look in the mirror. You have the vitality of a wet rag. Wouldn’t want Guy to come bursting in and claim your youth has been sapped away by your duties.”

Another point to his beloved. That is something his eternal rival would do too. Kakashi wouldn’t have it in him to turn Guy down at that point, which would lead to Shikamaru taking on more work and being irritated with him. Actually, that doesn’t sound too bad— No, last thing he needs is another earful from the people he cares about.

“You win. On one condition. I stay over tonight.”

“Of course. You’re always welcome here.”

#0111.doc #Kakashi x reader #kakashi hatake #naruto #kakashi #fluff

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jokingmisfit · 1 year

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Yandere Eobard Thawne Abc’s

We’re gonna go ahead and say this is after everyone knows who he is. I’m planning to make a separate one for when he’s pretending to be Dr.Wells. I’m on and Eobard kick rn, so sorry. I love him.

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

Eobard is InTeNSe, in every sense of the word. However, he restrains himself often. He pretends he doesn’t like when you lay on him, but you’ll notice he pulls you into his lap, or squeezes your hips whenever he passes by, or how you always wake up pressed up against his so tightly even tho he apparently prefers to wake up before you. This man is always claiming to hate physical touch, but the second you’re not in his grasp he is all over you demanding you to get back into his arms.

Aside from his need for touch, Eobard will spend hours talking to you. Considering all of his knowledge, not just his future knowledge, he loves teaching you everything he can. He lives to see your impressed face and words of affirmation. This goes both ways, honestly, he loves to hear you ramble about your special interest(s).

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

Everyone is dead. If they try to “take” you from him he’ll, simply, kill them. Sometimes, when he feels more sadistic or threatened, he’ll gift you the persons heart.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

He would definitely mock them especially if you’re claiming Barry will save you. Eobard would however, also, try his best to make you as comfortable as possible. He can be impatient tho, so don’t keep harping on Barry saving you or you are being shoved into a wall not in a good way. He’s less patient; he took you cause he needed you now, so start complying soon.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

Absolutely, Eobard’s always doing things you asked him not to. The only thing he wouldn’t do is force you into anything sex-wise.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

He exposes his heart to you. Problem is that his heart is kinda shallow when it’s not his obsession with Flash or you.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

He thinks it’s kinda funny, kinda pathetic, and kinda upsetting. Keep going he can handle it, he’s sure you’ll tire yourself out eventually.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

A part of him finds it entertaining, but he also doesn’t want this to go on forever. However, this isn’t a game you’re his and his alone.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

Probably the fact he most likely killed your friends and family.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

To continue ruining Barry’s life and come back home to you.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

They’re dead. Whoever dared even look at you too long. You’re his. Eobard will kill them in an instance.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

In the beginning he’ll only kiss your wounds after you’re hurt most likely by him. After a while, Eobard will give you a quick kiss anytime he sees you. If you’re in a relationship where he didn’t kidnap you whenever he greets you and others are there he borderline makes-out with you, this also goes for whenever he sees you after being gone a while.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

Flirting. The man has a silver tongue and he can be so sweet. He may be a bit deranged with little trinkets and gifts. For the most part tho he just uses his brilliant mind and perfect words.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

No, not really. The only thing he does differently is coddle you. He won’t do that really in front of too many people. Aside from that, he is practically the same. He’s overly angry, he picks on you, he taunts you and others, he is so goddamn dramatic, etc, etc.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

He tries to keep it to things like tying you up and spanking, but he can get out of hand when angry. So Eobard may torture you and beat you up just to keep you from being “bad” or “unsafe”.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

All of them. Eobard will tie you down, lock you up, force feed you, pick out your clothes, etc, etc. This all depends on your attitude tho. If you “play nice” you get a decent bit of freedom.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

He’s extremely patient, but he can only take so much. Like I said just don’t harp on the whole Flash saving the day thing and you should be good.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

Oh, he’s so angry it’s not even funny, but he won’t move on. Eobard will destroy and rebuild and fuck up the timeline just to get you back and keep you. No matter what, he’ll have you back.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

No, absolutely not. He wanted you and now that he has you, you’re not going anywhere. You’re persistence may get you some leeway but he’ll always be around and he IS faster than you.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

He’s, simply put, a mad man, and he’s lonely with all this hopping around.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

Eobard’s a sadistic sociopath, however, he feels very deeply for you. With that he’s not a big fan of any of the three unless the screaming/crying is from something else 😏. If you need any of the three you can’t expect much in return, you’re causing an internal conflict in him. After you’re done he’ll be extra “sweet”, he’s trying at least, to make you feel better.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

He won’t kill you, but he will cripple you for life and leave you like you never existed. Remember Rose.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

None. His only real weakness is the Flash and Eobard hid you well enough that there is no escaping. You’re doomed.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

He would, but he will always patch you up afterwards. You just needed him to help you right, so now you’ll be a good little pet, right?

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

He certainly worships you, but it’s odd because he doesn’t act like he does, only in his most intimate moments. He feels like everything he does is something worth bragging about, and he doesn’t really care about winning you over as long as he has you.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

Eobard’s a patient man, however he has a bad temper. All it really takes is an unprompted flirt towards you for him to snap. If you are flirting with him and him only he’ll probably hold on longer.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

Absolutely, Eobard is so lonely. After so many years of only feeling hatred, he needs you, in any way he can have you, even if it means you’re not quite the same.

#yandere eobard thawne #yandere eobard thawne x reader #eobard thawne #eobard thawne x reader #eobard thawne imagine #yandere reverse flash #yandere reverse flash x reader #reverse flash #the flash #the flash cw #yandere abcs

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justsomerandomfanfic · 2 years

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Irresistible - Scott Lang X Female Reader

Title: Irresistible

Scott Lang X Female Reader

Additional Characters: The Avengers (Mentioned), Pepper (Mentioned), Tony Stark

WC: 2,065

Warnings: Fighting, #eattherich, slight angst, yelling, emotions, nervousness, anxiety, Scott's in love, and fluff

Running along the street, Scott looked up, seeing you running along the roofs. Scott had a small disadvantage, not being able to get on the roof fast enough to stop you and not fall behind. He ran under light posts and dodged the few and rare people on the sidewalk as you ran through the night. Scott had been trying to stop you for the past couple of months, but every time he thought he had you, you'd just vanish. He was tired of trying to catch you, but he needed to focus on stopping your evil schemes, which were growing more elaborate with each passing day.

But Scott had a small problem... He was falling in love with you. Every time he saw you, it was like there was this spark inside him that lit up at the sight of you. He couldn't think straight when he would see you and it made him so frustrated because he couldn't be with you, but he wanted to be with you, and he didn't know what to do about it. You were the bad guy for crying out loud.

You stopped, your pathway blocked by a taller building, way too tall for you to jump and climb up it. You quickly looked around, finding you were also way too high up to jump and run. You were out of options. Breathing heavily, you turned and let out a sigh, watching as Ant-Man climbed the building next to you, before leaping over to your building. He walked over, but you could tell by his body language that he was confused. You knew he'd never gotten this close to you before you found a way out and escaped. You had been running away from Scott for so long.

For months you had eluded him, his Avenger friends, and the police. In the beginning, you found Scott to be annoying, a bit of a class clown, but annoying. But, as the months went on, you got to know him a bit from your teasing and chatting back and forward and found out his name. You found him cute and even had a small crush on the man, but you needed to keep yourself first. You weren’t going to let your attraction for the man get you in trouble. No matter how irresistible he was.

"Well, Y/N... Seems like you're stuck." He remarked, taking a step closer to you. He opened his mask so you could finally read his expression, a small smile on his face. "I'm sorry but I have to bring you in."

You shifted your weight to the side, crossing your arms, smirking lightly, "Mmm, no, I don't think I want to. I'm fine right where I am. You know, not being tortured and interrogated."

You watched as his eyebrows furrowed, "We're not going to torture you, interrogate, yes, but not torture you. That's not what we do."

You rolled your eyes, "Questions are torture. You and your Avenger friends are going to ask and ask about why I’m doing what I do and how I do it and it’s going to get annoying real fast. Can we just pretend you never ran into me? That'd be great." You spoke sarcastically only for Scott to shake his head.

"Sorry, honey, but I have to bring you in. You have been hacking into the stock market. You keep crashing it."

You nodded, walking up to him, circling him as if he were prey, "Yep, and I am pretty proud of it." You paused, placing your hands on Scott's suit shoulder, resting your chin on your hands as he turned to look at you. "Besides, you should be thanking me. I'm making sure dumb millionaires and billionaires aren't taking advantage of others." You whispered at the close proximity, reaching out to poke Scott in the cheek with your finger. "You know... Eat the rich."

“You also help hack into the Tower’s system. We’ve had four security breaches because of that.”

You shrugged, staring into his memorizing green eyes. “Yeah, but no harm, right?”

Scott frowned, “We’ve had a lot of Hulk appearances.”

“Mmm, but that’s all I’ve done to you and your poor baby Avengers.” You cooed, going back to poke Scott’s cheek repeatedly. So soft. You thought.

“You posted a fake dating profile of Stark to almost every dating website on the internet.”

You nodded, “One of my proudest achievements. So fun. Half the reason why you should let me go… I make life harder for dumb million billionaires.”

Scott slowly grabbed your hands from his shoulder, shaking his head with a frown. "I wish I could, but I can't, Y/N." Making you narrow your eyes.

"I am not coming with you, Scott." Your sarcastic and flirty side was now gone as you tried to pull your hands from his.

"I have to do this, Y/N. I don't want to but what you do is illegal and the cops can't get you so I have to. So please, it's been a long couple of months of this. Just stop." Scott begged you, wishing and hoping you would just give up and come with him quietly.

You stared at him with a hard gaze, "Oh, what's a couple of more months?" You then twisted your hands around, grasping Scott's wrists, and before Scott could even realize what was happening, you pushed his arms together and twisted him around, before pushing Scott forward.

Scott stumbled forward in surprise, before turning to see you trying to run off. Running over to you, Scott was much faster, grabbing you around the waist and pulling you into his chest. You both breathed heavily out as you struggled in his grasp.

"Just stop, Y/N. You're only making this harder on yourself." Scott tried to convenience you again but you weren't having it. You took a hold of his arm around you, using your strength to push it up and over your head before spinning around and out of his arms once more. And so your fighting dance began. Scott tried to capture you but you deflected his attempts of grabbing you, making you more and more irritated as you kept avoiding him. Usually, with some heroes, you punch, kick, whatever you had to to get away. But... You didn't want to hurt Scott. He wasn't like the other heroes he worked with. He was good. Too good. He was nice, he treated you well, and he was attractive. You liked him, and he was still trying to help you. You grew more and more annoyed with yourself the more you thought about it. You didn't want to get caught. You were becoming desperate now, chest heaving as you began to slow.

As a last resort, you just managed to push him off of you before he grabbed your wrist. Before you knew it, you were falling backwards, unable to catch yourself. You fell onto your back, Scott’s hand swiftly making it behind your head before you hit the ground. Before you knew it, Scott was over you, pinning you down. You squirmed under his weight, struggling as he tried to hold you still. "Please..." Scott begged, "Just stop!" You huffed as you stared up at him, his green eyes practically begging you as well. "Y/N... Please... Stop..." Scott pleaded once more.

You took a deep breath, closing your eyes, "Alright… Alright." You grumbled, as Scott let out a sigh of relief. Quickly, you opened your eyes, you placed your hands on Scott's shoulder, using the rest of your strength to roll over, pinning Scott to the ground. "Ha! Now, here's the deal. I'm going to go and you're going to let me. Okay? okay. Good talk."

"You're beautiful," Scott spoke breathlessly, staring softly up at you, making you freeze.

You stared back down at him, speechless, "You- You can't say things like that, Scott. I'm supposed to hate you."

"And you don't?" Scott asked you, his expression was unreadable, but his eyes... The look in his eyes made your chest warm up and your stomach flutter with butterflies.

You pushed through those feelings building up in you as you pushed against his chest, sitting up frustratedly, "This isn't how this works! I fight you, you fight me. And I escape getting captured by those dumb Avengers! End of the story." You exclaimed as Scott sat up as well.

"Or... You could not run away again." As you shook your head rapidly, Scott's hands landed on your waist. “Not run away and come with me…”

"You are such an idiot! You don't understand-"

"Your idiot." Scott smiled dopily up at you.

You groaned, feeling your cheeks warm up, "Oh my god! Shut up! Why do you have to do this to me?"

Scott tilted his head to the side, "Do what?" He asked and you let out a sigh, one similar to the defeated one you had done only moments ago. But this time, as Scott looked at you, you actually looked sad.

"Why do you have to make me like you? Why do you make me feel like you..." You groaned, placing your hands over your face. "Like you care for me? Why are you so confusing!? Why can't you just hate me!?"

Scott spoke up, his voice soft. "Because, I can't hate you. I do like you. A lot really." He confessed, reaching up to take your hands in his, bringing them away from your face. Noticing your tearful eyes. "You mean so much to me."

"Don't... Say things like that..." You mumbled quietly.

Scott chuckled slightly, looking down and biting his lip, "So what do you want me to say?" He glanced up at you, meeting your sad and red eyes, "...I love you." He finished, holding eye contact.

You sucked in a breath before looking back down, "Not helping." You muttered.

"But I-"

You quickly cut Scott off, leaning in and pressing your lips against his, silencing him. When you pulled away, Scott looked shocked, blinking slowly. After a few seconds of silence, Scott leaned into you, wrapping his arms around your waist, his eyes darting from yours to your lips and back. Leaning in, his nose brushed yours before he kissed you deeply. You kissed back, wrapping your arms around his neck tightly. Soon, the two of you broke the kiss to catch your breath.

"Wow, that was..." Scott trailed off. You laughed a little, pulling your hand back, and brushing your fingers along his jawline, stubble tickling the tips of your fingers.

"Yeah... Wow." You replied, smiling down at him. "Goodnight, Scott." You gave him one final peck, before you jumped off his lap and ran across the roof, jumping to the one next to it.

Scott watched as you went, with hearts practically in his eyes as he let a smile grow. Once you were out of sight, he slowly stood up, rubbing his forehead, "That girl, she is something else." Making his way down the building, Scott made his way back to the tower, taking his time. Humming a soft cheerful tune as he had a pep in his step. Finally making his way inside the tower, he did a small happy dance in the elevator, singing the song he was humming as he walked into the main room of the tower. Tony turned from his spot on the couch, he raised an eyebrow at the hero.

"Looking pretty happy there, Lang. Finally catch her or something?" He asked, hoping that he did.

Scott turned to the billionaire with a smile, "Something like that."

Tony sighed, running a hand down his face, "You can't let her go next time, bug boy. Who knows, she might try and make it look like I'm on dating sites again. I got in big trouble with Pepper about that, you know?"

Scott chuckled lightly at the image of you trying to make it seem like Tony was on a dating site. Hunched over a computer, wherever you were hiding. Adorable. "No, Tony, I know," Scott said, chuckling. "Won't let her get away next time."

"That's what you said last time. What happened this time?" Tony asked and Scott shrugged.

"She got the upper hand." Scott headed to the kitchen, ready to cook himself a toasted bagel.

Tony hummed skeptically, "Uh-huh... Sure."

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fortheloveoffanfic · 2 years

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Prettier When You're Mine

Andrew Barber x Reader

Summary: One year into working with a young, bright and beautiful junior prosecutor, Y/n, who bears an almost uncanny resemblance to Andy’s late wife, Laurie, he finds himself developing feelings for her. Though, when she brushes off his advances, Andy proves that he’ll do whatever it takes to recreate his family. Disclaimer: 18+ This work contains dark themes, including stalking, dub-con, infidelity and manipulation. Read at your own discretion. Masterlist Playlist Chapter 2

Chapter 3

A revelation from Y/n forces Andy to put another plan into action. Warnings- Possessive behavior, violence, stalking, references to SMUT.

One month later Having been a loner all his life, Andy had never been the type to grab drinks with colleagues after work. He even skipped office holiday parties and only ever interacted with coworkers on a larger scale during meetings. As long as the event didn't have any direct relation to work, he'd be more inclined to spent the evening in the comfort of his home, where the liquor was free and the burden of socializing was resting on his tired shoulders. But that night was different.

That night, Andy didn’t care about the huge case that their office had just won, or the serial home invader that would be facing a the harshest sentence possible by the end of the weekend, all he cared about was the conversation he’d overheard in the elevator about who was going to be at the office's casual celebration at pub that night

Y/n.

She hadn’t told him she’d be there and Andy had certainly not been invited- he was still facing a brutal shunning from everyone that still believed his son was a murderer, and the ones that said that Jacob must have gotten it from somewhere. Nonetheless, Andy had never been one to let the whispers from the shadows propel him into a cowering stance, and he certainly wasn’t going to let a few odd stares stop him from spending some time with Y/n.

More and more, he was beginning to believe that she was his second chance; she didn’t treat him the way everyone else did. To her, he wasn’t the father of a murderer, or an outcast that the powers at be had only kept around for his stellar conviction rate- like a rabid fight dog too useful to be put down. She didn’t flinch when they stood in the elevator together- she got into his car. She didn’t whisper to her friends when he walked by- Andy could tell that she saw him as more than anything the papers had made him- and his family- out to be.

In that way, she was not like Laurie.

Laurie, who was stunning, intelligent and empathic; Laurie, who weak and had let herself be so poisoned against their own son that she’d killed them both.

Murder-Suicide, that's what they'd called the accident and part of him hated her for it. But all of him still loved her.

But that night wasn’t about Laurie and her fatal flaws, it was about his future. The woman across the room, standing at a tall, round table with a group of, all laughing widely and nursing the kind of drinks that would give someone his age a hangover for a week. From where he was standing, it was easy to recognize most of her friends, most- except for one. A couple attorneys that had arrived at the office when she had, a legal clerk, a researcher a littler older than the rest of them. He knew them all from work, all except the man standing at her left, arm thoughtlessly slung around her shoulders. Andy was sure that he’d never seen him around.

“Bold of you to show up.”

Rolling his eyes, Andy huffed, irritated that he was being forced into splitting his attention. “Fuck off Neal.”

Neal chuckled dryly, “I’m just saying,” through his periphery, Andy noted the masked venom that was being cast his way, “Its one thing to get your job back, its another to come here and act like you’re still wanted.”

“What the hell is your problem, huh?” Finally granting him the fury he’d intended to provoke, Andy glared at Neal, “Still twisted up about me getting that job that you thought you deserved? Newsflash, you’re only good because I made you good.”

“And the great Andy Barber can never let me live that down,” he huffed a chortle, rolling his eyes, “It was your job to teach me. Just like its your job to teach her,” Neal nudged towards Y/n, “What are you gonna do, try to screw her over too?”

As a fit of blind rage rushed through his veins, like a lit match on a line of kerosene, Andy slammed his glass down on the worn bar behind him and lunged for Neal’s collar, grabbing the lapels harshly.

How dare that asshole assume he'd ever hurt Y/n?

“I didn’t screw you over, you jealous son of a bitch,” he gritted through a clenched jaw, shoving his further down so Neal's back was bent awkwardly, the back of his head was almost touch the bar and his beer had fallen over, glass shattering noisily and liquor spilling at their feel. “You screwed me over.”

Neal’s hands were gripping his wrists tightly and while there was evident fear in his eyes, it was clear he’d gotten the reaction he’d been seeking. And he would have gotten more if it wasn’t for a hand flattened urgently on the back of his shoulder, jerking him back to his senses. “Andy,” she sounded far away at first, but by the second time Y/n had called out to him, it was like emerging from the bottom of a pool; suddenly everything was clear again. “Come on,” she encouraged and as he let Neal’s collar go, he chanced a look around and found that half the pub’s attention was on him.

“Two beers,” he heard Y/n tell the bartender as his breathing evened, and in the background, Andy also caught Neal mumbling something about how he’d always been a hot head, a comment wasn't entirely untrue, but didn't do much for his bruised ego and simmering anger either. “Let’s go outside,” Y/n suggested when she got the pair of amber tinted bottles.

As they stepped through the front entrance of the quaint establishment, Y/n offered him one of the drinks, “Its not craft, but it’ll do the job,” she joked.

“Thanks,” Andy took a swing of the beer, wincing appreciatively. He rarely drank cheap beer, but every time he did, he was reminded that it actually wasn’t as bad as he remembered. “Not just for this,” he gestured with the bottle, “But for back there too.” Much too ashamed of his behavior he didn’t dare look at Y/n; he didn't want her to think that everything everyone was saying was true. That he was angry and volatile. That he had a chip on his shoulder.

That he was nothing more than the son of a cold blood killer who’d managed to pass on a few of those bad genes.

Y/n shrugged, “Its no problem. I noticed things getting heated and didn’t want you to make a decision you’d regret.”

“I’ve made a lot of decisions I regret,” he courted gruffly, still avoiding looking at her directly. Though, when a few seconds of awkward silence befell them, he added, in a far softer tone, “But I’m grateful that you didn’t let me add one more to the list.”

She nodded subtly, “For what its worth, Neal’s a piece of work, so he probably deserved it.”

She's still on his side, the realization made Andy smile.

“You mean a complete jackass,” he corrected and she chuckled softly.

“I do,” she glanced at him, smile still lingering.

Briefly, his face fell, and Andy glanced down at the damp sidewalk, “Yeah well,” he took a swing of the bottle, “Whatever he is…..I’m a hundred times worse.”

Reaching out, she laid a hand on his bicep and Andy’s breath caught. “No,” as he raised his head, their eyes met, the dimness of dusk only hampering his ability to match her gaze slightly. “You’re not. Andy, you’re not defined by any….of that,” she exhaled shakily, “Look, I don’t know your life, not really. But I know what I see in front of me; a good man.”

“A broken man,” he argued husky, not even wanting to admit it but trusting her enough to do it anyway.

She frowned, “He’s trying,” she elicited softly, giving his arm a squeeze. Turning completely to face her, Andy took a step closer, leaving only about five inches between them. She must have been about a foot shorter than he was and he found that he liked how small she was in comparison.

He could protect her;

Command her.

Y/n’s delicate hand slid down his firm, bulging bicep to his forearm, lingering there while his arms stayed limp. He wanted to reach out and touch her, but she’d pushed him away more than once and and he was too scared to take the risk again.

“How do you know?” He knitted his brows, using the light of the street lamp nearby to aid in searching her eyes. He wasn’t sure what he was looking for, but Andy thought he’d know when he found it.

Y/n flashed him a faint, wistful smile, “I just do.”

He was going to lean down, just kiss her like he'd wanted to for so long, but something in the back of Andy’s mind- perhaps the guilt that came with the fact that he still wore his wedding ring- made him hesitate.

Suddenly, she wasn't Laurie's understudy anymore; she was another person. One who was so absolutely remarkable that it made him feel like he didn't deserve her. She was too beautiful, too good.

But he wanted to deserve her- he needed to.

Laurie's space needed filling.

“Hey,” an unfamiliar baritone interrupted their moment as a figure he’d seen for the first time that night stepped out of the pub. A tall, lanky frame with broad shoulders and a shock of tousled, dark hair.

Upon seeing him in the doorway, Y/n immediately pulled away, though not in a fashion that suggested the action was born from guilt. Instead, it was so she could reach for him in what seemed to be an instinctive fashion. “James,” she grinned widely- wider than she ever had with him- and as the man fell into step beside her, his arm went around her waist, “This is my boss Andy.”

James offered his hand, which Andy reluctantly took, though only to keep up a polite appearance, “Andy, this is my fiancé, James.”

Fiancé?

What?

Stuttering, Andy cleared his throat and as he shook James’ hand, he searched for Y/n’s, only to realize that she’d placed it on the man’s back. She never wore a ring though, he would remember that. He was certain that he would remember. “Fiancé, huh,” their shake ended firmly and James slipped his hand into the pocket of his slacks, “I didn’t know.”

“Its the no ring, right?” Right, because what kind of engaged woman didn't wear a fucking ring? James laughed, glancing over at Y/n who was still beaming proudly, “I told you people would notice,” he teased.

“So what?” She giggled, finally turning her face back to address Andy, “We sent his mother’s ring to be resized and then the bridge broke.”

“I wanted to get her something temporary,” James chimed in, still gazing down lovingly at his betrothed.

“But I thought the money would be put to better use as part of a down payment for a house.”

“Cause she’s the smart one,” James joked leaning down to peck the side of Y/n’s head, and as the pair- couple- carried on with their lighthearted banter, Andy could feel himself sinking deep into a potent combination of jealously, rage and heartbreak.

After a few minutes, it was almost as if they'd forgotten that he was there, preferring to keep each other occupied in easy conversation. It didn’t matter though, in a way, Andy had already left. He was too consumed by the uproar inside, the collection of feelings that he had just realized came complete with a neat little term; betrayal. Y/n had betrayed him; led him on, introduced him to this silly little fantasy that she could save him from his demons, made him fall for her, only to pull the rug out from under his feet at the very last second.

What kind of person doesn’t mention that they’re engaged?

Their words, coupled with the environmental noises surrounding them faded away, ushering in the distinct sound of water in his ears. Andy felt like he couldn’t breathe and the crushing feeling of losing something special was like a sucker punch to the gut.

He couldn’t believe she would do that to him. He couldn’t believe he trusted her, after everything he’d put into her.

They’d worked together for a year, shared countless little moments. She’d been so outright with her flirtations; the way she’d touch his hand and let him take hers, their lingering hugs after he’d walk her out the building before heading to his car, that coy smile she’d flash him when he helped her into her coat and the way she bit her lower lip while he spoke.

She loved him, she had to. Andy could see it in her eyes.

It was so obvious, she was such a fucking tease.

With a mumbled excuse, Andy left, though it wasn't to head back into the bar. Turning away, he trudged down the sidewalk, fist clenched around the neck of the half empty bottle and jaw taunt with fury. With one hand slipped into his pocket, he dragged himself towards his car, parked at the end of the block, and as he did, one though rose above the ashes in his mind;

He was going to get his wife back, and nothing was going to stand in his way.

Two weeks later “I would invite you up, but its so late.”

“.......I know what I see in front of me; a good man.”

“This is my fiancé, James.”

As his head rose the waters above the water’s surface, he drew in a deep breath and tugged his swimming goggles off, dumping them on the ledge of the pool. Still breathing heavily, Andy folded his arms on the rough surface, lingering in the barren pool for a while longer. His swim was supposed to clear his head, giving something else to focus on for a while, but all it had done was given him an opportunity to ruminate on Y/n’s words.

“Fuck,” he muttered, pressing his forehead to his arm as his breathing slowly evened. It was like he couldn’t escape her, the lies she told him, the way she made him feel before dropping that bomb on him.

How could she be engaged?

What did James have that he didn’t?

Licking his chlorine stained lips, Andy pulled himself out of the pool. Collecting his goggles off the ground, he strutted over to a bench, where he’d left his towel earlier, slinging it around his neck before heading over to the locker room. It was still early, so with the exception of a couple janitors and security guards, the place was empty and because it was a weekday, it would be for another couple hours- not many went swimming at five am on Wednesday mornings. He preferred when it was like that; hollow enough for even the softest echos to remain unhampered but more importantly private. That hour in the pool, with his head under the water and only the sound of practiced strokes filling his ear, was his and Andy wasn't particularly fond of sharing.

Stepping into the shower, Andy turned on the hot water, the warmth raining down on his back a stark contrast to the bone deep chill that the unheated pool had carried. For a moment, he leaned forward, flattening his palms against the white, tiled wall. As the spray beat down on him, reddening his skin, Andy cast his head down and let his eyes slide shut.

He wasn’t sure how long he stayed like that, it must have been a while because eventually, the sound and sting of the water helped him empty his mind. He could have likened the sensation of falling asleep; slow and then all at once, and for the first time in a while, he was at peace. He wasn't angry at Laurie, Y/n or the world by extension, he wasn’t hurt that she’d led him on. He was just breathing; in, out, in, out…..

The subtle patter of footfalls in the water was so soft that Andy was almost positive that it was just something his mind had conjured up, but then, the pair of hands settling on his waist and slipping forward to lock in front of his stomach was not. He could feel the warmth- more gentle than that of the water- behind him. Soft breasts pressed to the center of his back and soft skin flush against his.

In.

“What are you doing in here?” He rasped, swallowing thickly.

Her lips on his spine electrified his nerve. “What do you think I’m doing here?” He could feel her breath on his skin, and the rhythmic beat of her heart was slower than the erratic pace of his.

“I don’t understand,” Andy managed despite his mouthing excitement, “How’d you know I’d be here?”

Y/n chuckled, the sound quiet and sultry, “You ask so many questions,” she taunted, kissing his back again, “I know everything about you, Andy.”

Flattered, he huffed. Removing one of his hands from the wall, he reached past himself for her thigh, pads of his fingers pressing into her flesh. “What about James?” He peered as one of Y/n’s hands crept down the toned plane of his stomach, inching towards his crotch.

“Stop talking,” she breathed, circling her lithe fingers around his semi-hard shaft, “Just enjoy the moment.”

She hadn’t started pumping yet, and desperate to lay his hungry gaze on her, Andy’s eyes snapped open and he turned around hastily. “What the fuck,” he elicited in a harsh breath upon discovering that Y/n was gone- or perhaps more accurately, had never been there. “Shit,” he hissed, swallowing thickly and running his hands through his soaked hair. Andy didn’t think his imagination had ever been that vivid, not even when he was an embarrassingly hormonal teenager that kept a stash of magazines tucked away under his bed.

Frustrated with himself, and a little embarrassed, Andy switched to cold water and finished up his shower, eager to get out as quickly as possible. When he was through, he wrapped his towel around his waist, collected his things and hurried towards his locker, eager to get dressed and get out;

He needed to do something about his…dilemma before it drove him to insanity.

Hurriedly, he dried off, pulled on a clean, dry pair of boxers and then pants. He was just reaching into his gym bag for his dress shirt when, before he could lay his hand on it upon reaching into his bag, his phone went off and realizing that he hadn’t checked it since dumping it into his bag about two hours earlier, Andy snatched it up.

Unlocking the screen, he ignored all of the other notifications- most of them work related- in favor of an email from an ordinarily unassuming address. One of the gray area detectives at the local precinct, the sleazy kind that was willing to use his connections at a cost.

It paid to have people in the right places, and sometimes, if you paid those people life was a little easier.

Tapping the notification, he opened the email and because there wasn’t any body text, he went straight into the attached file. At first, most of its contents were made of of things he’d been able to find out on his own;

A NYU educated software engineer from Washington. Came from good parents, a teacher and a dental hygienist and he had a sister who was a yoga instructor. He and Y/n had met at grad school and they’d been engaged as of three months ago.

A few screen capped social media posts that Andy had already skimmed though an account he’d made specifically for the purpose were included and there were also copies of academic certificates that he had absolutely no interest in. Andy was about to count his three grand as wasted, there didn’t seem to be anything that he could weaponize to get Y/n away from James in there. The man was the squeaky clean poster child for the kind of guy every parent wanted for their daughter. Just as he was about to close the file though, he managed to scroll far enough to discover something that would have never been able to get on his own, at least not without using more…..legitimate and traceable channels.

Temporarily forgetting his former task of getting dressed, Andy sank down next to his bag on the long bench that populated the area between the rows of lockers. Gnawing on his lower lip, with one elbow pressed into his thigh as he leaned forward, he allowed himself a little more than just a quick scan of the pages and as he did, the first inklings of a silly little idea bloomed in his mind;

Maybe it wasn’t about what James had that he didn’t; maybe it was about what he could give Y/n that James couldn’t.

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Hello! Could you write an imagine with MJF and the reader who is the daughter of Triple H and Stephanie? Maybe she confronts CM Punk for everything he has said about her family and now about MJF and the situation gets out of control and Max is there to protect his girl and end super fluff

Had to come back from my mini writing break to slap something together for you. I hope it's okay, I've never really written anything like this before and also I'm as shit at writing conflict as I am with getting into it irl (aka very shit.) I hope you like it!

Triple H and Stephanie McMahon are your parents. Safe to say you aren't afraid to stand up for what you believe in, and you definitely aren't afraid to stand up for your boyfriend, MJF.

Typed out on my phone, apologies for any errors. The reader accidentally ended up being gender neutral just fyi ☺️ the jokes about the turtleneck are from Archer (my beloved)

Moderate swearing, mentions of CM Punk.

You were a McMahon, if there was one thing you had it was balls.

Max loved that about you, not that he’d ever told you that. You were never afraid to say what you thought or stand up for what you believed in, hell, you were the kid of Stephanie McMahon and Triple H, the owners of WWE and yet you still chose to date him.

The pair of you were the constant top story in the wrestling media but you didn’t care. You came to as many shows as you could, you openly spoke about what AEW did better than WWE and much to Max's delight; you were not afraid to tell TK to his face when he was being stupid. He was completely enamoured with your fierceness.

Max supposes he should’ve seen it coming. You can’t have a loyal spitfire for a partner and not expect them to verbally smackdown someone like CM Punk.

You’d never really had a problem with Punk before tonight. Sure, he was a bit of a dick when you were a kid and he left without a word but you understood. Everything he said about WWE was true. You might be a McMahon but you knew right from wrong and you hadn’t hesitated to voice it then and you weren’t hesitant to voice it now. But costing your boyfriend his big moment was way over the line and you decided to make it your business.

You knew Max was disappointed, his return had been months in the making. Meticulously planned to the second and all it took to make him old news was the new AEW champion, his idol, opening his big mouth in a press conference a few minutes after the show.

You were furious and no matter how many times Max tried to grab your attention, tried to get you to leave with him, you refused. You had some choice things to say to the so called second city saint.

“Mac,” Max pulls your attention away from the closed door you were pacing in front of with the nickname he’d teasingly called you the first time he met you that had just stuck. “C’mon, I’m tired, I just want to go home and I don’t want you to fight with him.” He mutters, squeezing your hand.

“I just want to talk to him then we can go.” You reassure him, pressing a quick kiss to his hand before letting go. He sighs but accepts.

The pair of you waited outside his locker room. You, pacing angrily while Max sat on a production box kicking his feet out, still dressed in the full black ensemble. His mask and his scarf tossed beside him. You didn’t have to wait long before the AEW champ rolled from his room and you didn’t hesitate, pouncing the second he opened the door.

“You're a real piece of work, you know that right? I’ve never met anyone so willing to call everyone else an asshole while being the biggest asshole currently walking the earth.” You hiss fiercely. Max rolls his eyes. He knew he shouldn’t have believed you when you said you just wanted to talk.

“You haven’t taken enough from Max already? Now you have to take away his big moment too? What, couldn’t handle Max and Tony’s little surprise after you won? Had to find a way to make this all about you again?”

Punk scoffs, bringing his suitcase to a stop beside him. “This has nothing to do with you, Sugar and it definitely has nothing to do with your silly little boyfriend. Get out of my way.”

“Yeah, I don’t think so, I don’t think I’m going anywhere until you give Max an apology.”

“You are way out of line right now Little Mac.” He sighs as if you are nothing more than a childish nuisance, making a point to use the nickname he’d given you in 2008 when you’d been a ten-year-old glued to his leg while he carted you around indulgently.

“Don’t call me that. You don’t get to call me nicknames like we’re still friends, like I was just some stupid kid who annoyed their favourite wrestler. You don’t get to be angry that I’m standing up for the person I love when you went out of your way to ruin one of the biggest moments of their career. You don’t.” You are gasping for air, like your anger had filled your lungs and refused to make room for oxygen.

“This wasn’t personal, I had some grievances I needed to air, I’m not going to apologise for setting the record straight and I’m definitely not going to apologise to that asshole.” He jabs a finger at Max who doesn’t even look mad, just a little annoyed but mostly worried for you. “After everything he’s said and done to me, no way.”

“And newsflash kid!” He continues his voice still quiet but matching yours in sharpness. “You were just an annoying kid that I put up with, you were the boss’s favourite grandkid. Not like I could tell you to scram.”

“That's enough,” Max spits, shooting up and quickly coming to stand in front of you. “You can hate me all you want, you can try and ruin me and ruin this company with your stupidity and selfish bullshit, but you don’t talk about Mac like that or I will leave you in a pool of your own blood, again.”

Punk and Max square off each refusing to give while you twisted your hands into the black material of Max’s shirt all the fight leaving you like air after a swift kick to the gut.

Punk scoffs, grabbing his suitcase and wheeling it away refusing to look back at you even as the guilt started to eat him up.

You buried yourself in Max’s back and felt him sigh, “you okay?” He whispers, eyes still on the door to Punk’s locker room. “Mac,” He sighs quietly when the only answer you give is the tightening of your fingers in his shirt. “Please, I need to know if your okay.”

You nod against his spine and he relaxes. “I’m sorry he’s such an asshole.”

“Don’t be. Not your fault. I’m sorry he ruined your return.” You mumble softly in reply. You can’t believe he was your favourite wrestler once upon a time. You can’t believe if it wasn’t for your shared childhood love of CM Punk you and Max may have never gotten together.

“Don’t be. Not your fault.” He mimics back, you can hear the small smirk in his words. You thump him on the shoulder earning a chuckle.

He turns around, wrapping you in his arms, tiny smirk still firmly in place. “Be honest, how wrinkled in the back of this turtleneck right now?” You roll your eyes to the ceiling. “I’m serious! This is woven from the purest Azerbaijani cashmere wool, it was $900.”

“Say, is this black or dark black?”

“Don’t be stupid. You know it’s dark black.”

“Of course, how could I be your sweet cheese, your good time boy and not know the difference between black and dark black? I shouldn’t have even joked.”

“Sweet cheese? Awfully romantic and presumptuous of you. Bold. Did the rats teach you that one? It reeks of the pungent desperation only they can create.”

“Yep,” You nod. “They also taught me the single ladies dance, analysed Vonnegut, weighed the pros and cons of the Kardashian’s removing their BBL’s, and taught me how avoid STD’s. Very well-rounded people those ring rats.”

“How do you avoid STD’s?”

“Don’t sleep with patient zero. I got the information a little late.”

“Ha-ha. Wow. So funny. Is that part of the tight ten you’re working on? I’d cut it, it’s not landing as well as you think.”

You laugh and he smiles. “That’s better. I hate seeing you sad.” You bury yourself into him with a content sigh. No one was better at turning your mood around than Maxwell Jacob Friedman.

“Same. It’s why I had to say something to him. I know how much it hurt you what he did.”

“It did. But it’s over. He can’t ruin tonight for me; do you want to know why?”

“Why?”

“Because during your little revenge rampage, you told him you loved me.” He says sounding awfully smug.

You retrace your words realising you had in fact said that. A blush brightens your cheeks. You had really promised yourself you weren’t going to be the first one to say it. Damn CM Punk.

“Did I? How strange.” You reply in a faux disinterested tone.

He nods seriously, “You did.”

“Hmm,” You hum, swallowing down the nerves. You meet his gaze. “Lucky I meant it then.”

“Yeah, I guess it is?”

“Yeah.”

“What will Hunter and Steph say about their precious baby being in love with the enemy?”

“Probably something along the lines of ‘great, how long until we can sign him to a bazillion year contract and make him not the enemy?’ they won’t come out and say it, but I think they are hoping I will seduce you to the darkside.” You grin.

“You think your parents are prostituting you?”

“I mean you have met my dad; he is all about what’s best for business.”

Max laughs, tightening his grip on you. “I’m very happy in AEW.”

“I know. I like dating the enemy. It’s all very Romeo and Juliet, except less misogynist, less creepy, and you are way more of an asshole that Romeo. Romeo was also way more open about his feelings too; I mean, he told Juliet he loved her within like eight minutes. You could learn a thing or two.”

“Are you trying to manipulate me into saying I love you by making me feel bad about not stacking up emotionally against a child?”

“I don’t know, is it working?”

“I love you.”

“Cool.”

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