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tojisun · 9 months

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simon (ghost) riley x fem bimbo!reader

!! smut - minors dni; cunnilingus; genital piercing (christina piercing); hinted age gap (30s v 20s); simon’s pov

: this is based on oddy’s brainworm of bimbo!reader getting a christina piercing while simon’s away for a 9-10 month mission as a surprise for when he comes home teehee <33 // bimbo!reader mlist

simon tries to swallow any remaining spit he has just to quench the building thirst in him, but it is understandably futile. he is left walking behind you with a spring in his step, pretences having flown into the wind the moment you barrelled towards him as soon as he got home.

it is a usual dance at this point: you, jumping into his arms all excitable, and him, planting his feet to catch you with ease. simon knows he’ll never tire of this routine, one that never fails to fill him up with over pouring affection that he carries for you.

“i have a surprise for you,” you whispered to him, your voice so small in your hushed giddiness.

you stared at him with sultry eyes, your bottom lip captured between your pearly teeth. simon felt his mouth go bone-dry, his chest stuttering and his fucking chub kicking up underneath his jeans because he knows that look.

dear gods, he knows that look.

the last time you surprised him with anything after his months-long mission, it left simon marking your thighs up with kisses and hickeys and bite marks, the ridges of his teeth so prominent on that single point that stood out in the expanse of your dewy skin – his callsign, ghost, inked on your inner thigh, somewhere close to the juncture of your legs and your pelvis.

so you can’t blame simon for being too interested and going all breathless in anticipation as you led him back to your room.

he’s fumbling for his steps as you two step inside – white walls and strawberry cow print sheets – where you proceeded to sit him down on your vanity before taking a few steps away from him.

“okay so,” you begin, swaying slightly, looking deceptively shy. “i really hope you’d like it.”

simon’s gaze shifts, desire warming to make room for the softness he feels. he shoots you a small smile. “y’know y’can give me a paper cup for your surprise and i’d still love it.”

“of course,” you giggle, rubbing your palms on your sides. “‘s just that i thought of you when i got it so, you know.”

simon’s throat constricts, his pulse quickening at your words – you thought of him when you got it. oh. oh fuck.

“i-” his voice cracks and simon ducks his head down in his embarrassment, clearing his throat quickly so that this moment may pass soon because he can feel himself bursting at the seams.

“thank you, sweets,” he finally utters, rubbing his palm along his face in hopes of abating the blush warming his cheeks.

you beam at him, all pretty and happy, before you begin to slide your skirt off.

jesus.

“oh,” he rasps out, a strained gasp spilling into the air. simon has to clench his fists on top of his thighs to restrain himself, feeling so faint at getting a flash of your pretty legs, his eyes trailing from your floral lace socks before climbing up to get a view of your pretty little lingerie.

his tongue feels heavy sitting in his mouth as he catalogues the little thing – sheer, red, and dainty. it’s not hiding anything, showcasing slivers of flesh that simon wants to sink his teeth into.

it’s not hiding anything so he wonders why it took him a while to notice it. there, nestled just above your clit, are two little diamond studs.

“are those-” his voice sounds strained even to his own ears, the words having been punched out from him as his lungs work over time.

“yeah,” you say with a quiet chuckle and simon briefly wonders how you must look right now but he can’t lift his head to look at you, unable to rip his eyes away from the twinkling diamonds on your body. one of your hands slide from your hips towards your pubic area, acrylics making soft scratching sounds against your sheer panties.

the gems on your nails matches your new piercing – christina, simon’s mind supplies right away – and he just about whimpers.

finally, simon’s eyes flit to your own, and he doesn’t know what he must look like because the brief shyness on your face melts away and desire begins to burn from your eyes. the tension is building between you two, settling in like a dense fog, and simon waits for a heartbeat and another before he’s lunging towards you.

hands tangle against each other in mutual desperation, blindly tearing apparel from each other’s bodies with nothing but twin ragged breaths to fill up the space. simon throws you to the bed, his chest heaving as he stands by the foot of it to gaze down at you, eyes full of palpable hunger as they rove over your presented body.

“mine,” simon rumbles. “all mine.”

he covers your smaller body with his bulk, trembling hands greedy as they press and pull and squeeze at your flesh. your tiny mewls fuel him as he bends down to hover his lips over your pussy. your beautiful, pierced pussy.

“simmy,” you hiccup, your voice a soft little thing. “please, no teasing.”

of course, he wants to say because simon is sure that he doesn’t even have it in himself to prolong it anymore. not when he’s missed you by a lot, having been away for one of his longest missions. and especially not after the gift you have for him.

simon’s silence ripples, promising, and he knows he doesn’t have to say any more.

he kisses your cunt with his lips, nuzzling just soon after. you gasp out from somewhere on top of him, your hands gathering the short strands of his hair in your fist, and tugging when simon doesn’t do anything more than ghost kisses.

simon presses another one as an apology before planting his hands on your thighs and pushing your legs open, presenting your already-wet cunt to him. briefly, he remembers your older gift, and simon shifts, nuzzling your inner thigh instead, nipping at your inked skin.

simon is not a narcissistic man but there is something so good at seeing you carrying his callsign, as though he’s branded you. claimed. marked.

you giggle at the touch, fists loosening just a bit, your legs losing their tension at the ticklish feeling. simon puffs out a huffed laughter, enjoying the moment, taking it all in, then he is moving.

because there is something else he wants in his mouth. something else he wants to explore.

the first drag of his tongue along your clit and up until the first stud of your piercing has you squealing, your small feet digging into the planes of his back. it pushes him even closer to your cunt, something that simon eagerly takes advantage of as he begins to eat you out with earnest.

the cool press of the barbell on his tongue is a new experience, one that he is beginning to love as he continues to lap his tongue along your folds. simon flicks his tongue over the piercing, careful not to truly tug it, before he’s moving on to suck on your clit, rolling the little thing on his tongue.

you choke on a moan, hips lifting off the bed as you thrash, and simon has to press down on your belly to subdue you. you squeak when you are pinned, fists leaving simon’s hair to claw at the sheets instead. simon kisses your clit once more as an apology, before lapping at your hole, pushing his tongue in to mimic shallow thrusts.

“si-!”

your moan sounds guttural, bouncing off of the walls as simon continues to fuck you with his tongue. your slick pools in his mouth and he doesn’t even recognize the answering growl that rumbles from the base of his throat – deep and primal.

his thick hands grip at your thighs, tugging you in a new position, forcing your back to arch as simon continues to make a mess of your pussy.

pretty, pretty pussy.

“s’mine,” simon growls the moment he pulls his tongue out to suck on your folds.

he lightly nips at your clit, and a choked sob falls from what he knows would be your bruised lips. you do tend to bite on them when drunk in your pleasure, nibbling until they are throbbing and plump, looking so kiss-swollen.

fuck. he wants to kiss you there too.

simon gives your clit one more suck before he lifts his head up, the warm air on your room hitting his damp face. he sees the way your chest is heaving before flitting his eyes over your hands to see them tremblingly fisting at your sheets. your head is tipped up, mouth open as you shakily gasp out your breaths.

“sweet girl?” he asks, wanting to see you.

you move slowly, sluggishly, and simon can’t fault you for your reaction as he can still feel your legs shaking. teary eyes turn to him and simon couldn’t help but coo, letting go of your legs to climb towards you.

you track his movement, still hitching in breath, until he’s finally hovering over you. simon presses his forehead to yours, nuzzling, and rumbling a deep hum when your arms hook onto his shoulders for a loose hug.

“hi,” you say with a giggle after the silence settles. simon huffs a fond laugh, shifting so his lips trail soft kisses along your cheeks.

“hi,” simon replies, his lips moving lower, teasing touches from the cut of your jaw to the column of your throat. he settles there, burrowing with a deep breath, hot desire waning for something softer. for something slower.

“…y’like it?” you ask, sounding so conscious as though simon didn’t lose himself when eating you out, leaving his dick to throb painfully underneath his boxers.

“oh, princess,” he says with a breathy chuckle. he shifts again to see you. “i fuckin’ loved it.”

your eyes crinkle when you smile, and simon wonders if his lungs are even working with the way his breath constricts.

fuck, reality is settling – he’s truly missed you.

“thank you for such a darlin’ gift, baby,” simon murmurs, his lips hovering over yours.

you hum, already deaf to his words as you turned your focus to the ghosting touch of his lips instead. you tip your head up, whining when even that doesn’t make them meet.

aww, simon coos in his head. sweets wants a kiss.

so he finally gives it, his head angled to kiss you deeper. harder. teeth clack against each other before warm tongues tangle, and simon wonders if you can taste yourself on him. if you can taste the way he made you feel good.

your nails scratch his back, and he knows shallow welts will be there when he checks tomorrow. but for now, simon loses himself to the messy kiss – nipping your lips and, later, lapping at your folds.

because he’s not done with you yet. he needs to eat you out more. needs to see the way your pretty, jewelled pussy takes his tongue the same way you do with his cock.

oh, how you spoil him.

i teeheed too much while writing this but then i got drunk so it kinda splintered away from what i envisioned 😭

tagging: @oddityinthesky @ghostsbimbo @kenz-ee @yannauauau @yaebaal @ivymarquis @liwooa @loonalockley @kariiiel

#suns.f #bimbo!reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley smut #simon riley x reader #simon riley smut #simon ghost riley #cod smut #suns

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4unnyr0se · 4 months

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pookie pls can you write for gojo where reader and him are coworkers at jujutsu high and have a dynamic similar to utahime and gojo? and like yaga is always making them work together even tho they don’t like eachother, but Gojo lowkey gets off on reader being annoyed at him so there is *tension*? 🥺🥺🥺

❥ whole lotta attitude | satoru gojo

warnings: enemies to lovers, gojo is a dickhead but it's okay because he's gojo, fem! reader, unprotected sex, office sex (im a slut for office sex), multiple orgasms, wall sex, roughness, one hickey, spanking, oral sex (m! receiving), making out, filthy filthy words are spoken, hella sexual tension, reader hates gojo but gojo loooooves her, gojo gets slapped once, degrading, praise, hair pulling, hate(?) sex, gojo texts like a super senior, a little bit of a textfic but not rlly, fluff at the end

MDNI | 18+ content

word count -> 3.6k

Jujutsu High was quiet today. That wasn’t unusual because most of the students were either out on missions or in Shokos’ office experiencing whatever the hell she called “medicine.” The quiet was nice, strangely calming, and reassuring. Being a jujutsu sorcerer yourself, calm was a foreign feeling. The cool breeze blew your hair softly in the wind, the songbirds tweeting a melody that was most becoming on this quiet say. You took a deep breath in as you leaned against a wooden pole, admiring how clear the sky was. Everything was simply perfect. If tomorrow was your last day alive, today would be the most wonderful send-off.

“Hey there princess! I missed you!”

And just like that, there was no more peace. No more tranquility, no more sing-song bird crap. There’s only Satoru Gojo and his humongous ego that crushes anyone within a 50-foot radius.

His deep voice was laced with a sickly sweet playful tone that made you want to grab his collar and punch him right in his perfect nose. God, you fucking hated him. He was the bane of your existence with his smug attitude and that stupid infinity that he only turned off when you were around. Did he seriously think you were that weak, and he didn’t even need to use infinity because he could defeat you within a millisecond? Stupid fucking handsome bastard, you hated him with every fiber of your being.

“What, you’re ignoring me now? Don’t be like that, it’s not nice!” Gojo laughed and practically teleported to where you were sitting, his eyes no doubt sparkling under that black blindfold he always wore.

You groaned and rolled your eyes, crossing your arms and looking away from the smug bastard. “Fuck off, Gojo. I was having a perfectly peaceful afternoon before your very existence ruined it for me.” You pinched your temple with your index finger and thumb, rubbing the stressed skin. “I was calm for once in my damn life. You really do have a talent for making me wish I was six feet under.”

Gojo playfully pouted and shifted himself to your other side, taking your hand off your temple. He cradled it with his own, royally pissing you off in the process. “Why are you always so grumpy all the time, huh? Is it because your students are always out on missions instead of keeping little ol’ your company?” He mocked slightly, letting go of your hand. His blue eyes sparkled beneath his blindfold, filled with mischief. “I could keep your company, you know that right? Or is Little Miss Grumpy Pants too high and mighty to give me a shot?”

“I would literally rather make out with Jogo than spend more time with you than I’m legally required.”

“Ouch, that hurt.”

“Too bad, so sad.” You smirked, shoving him away. If anyone else had seen that they would have been shocked. The mighty Satoru Gojo, pushed to the ground by a grade two sorcerer. You rose up from the wooden desk and dusted yourself off, walking away as quickly as you could in your tennis shoes.

“I always look forward to these meetings you know!” Gojo yelled at you in the distance only to see the faintest image of your middle finger wiggling at him. Gojo smirked and put down the hem of his blindfold, his hair returning to its usual upright position.

You stormed back into your office and locked the door shut, sliding down against the mahogany doorframe in exhaustion. How was it possible that just being in his presence absolutely drained you of all resolve? Was he really that strong, or was he just super fucking annoying? You had no idea, no one ever had any idea when it came to Satoru Gojo.

The beautiful day finally came to an end and you got back to your apartment, collapsing onto your couch. Most jujutsu sorcerers had house provided to them by their clans, but that was not your case. Your neighbors thought you were a teacher at some religious school deep in the country side. It was the best excuse you could come up with for being gone for practically days at a time. Maybe the only bus to the train station broke down or something, any old excuse like that in order to keep the nosy (and mostly elderly) fellow tennents off your back.

“Fuck my life…” You groaned, placing your head in your hands as you stumbled over to your cozy bedroom, it’s warm environment almost giving you a hug in its own way. You slipped into your pajamas and curled up under the covers, setting your alarm on your phone for the next morning. Just as you were about to close your eyes, your phone started to buzz. At first it was just a single vibration, probably a text from your mother or something. But the buzzes and vibrations kept coming until your phone was practically moving itself off the bed.

You groaned in annoyance and turned over, checking the notification center to see who the hell had the nerve to text you nine times in a row. And sure enough, sporting the contact photo of a .5 that he took of himself when he stole your phone that one time, Satoru fucking Gojo had spam texted you at 11:41PM.

“What the actual hell?” You whispered, unlocking your phone to see what could possibly be this important. Nothing was ever this important past 10PM, not even if your apartment building was on fucking fire.

The messages plagued your screen, his smirking face in the contact photo made you even more angry. And yet a faint blush found itself creeping up against your face. Maybe it was the sheer excitement of a man texting you at night, or maybe deep down you actually liked Gojo. You smacked yourself lightly on the cheek, trying to erase that thought from your sleep-ridden mind.

Worst person alive: heyyyy

Worst person alive: r u up???

Worst person alive: theres no way u actually went to bed, omg ur such a grandma

Worst person alive: im bored talk to me

Worst person alive: megumi wont answer my texts :(( i think he hates me

Worst person alive: i know ur awake, u were active three minutes ago on insta

Worst person alive: ik u blocked me on their but jokes on u i have 5 other accounts

Worst person alive: pls pls pls pls talk to me im dying over here princess

Worst person alive: btw yaga assigned us on a mission tmrw mwah

Your eyed widened at the last message, your hands gripped the phone with white-knuckle strength. “Fucker!” You yelled, turning off your phone before melting under the covers. Why did Yaga have to do this to you? You and Gojo together was torture enough, but now you had to do actual work with each other? Gojo was grossly incompetent at anything that didn’t involve exorcising cursed spirits.

You sighed and closed your eyes, silently praying that a curse would somehow break into your bedroom and murder you right then and there. But unfortuanly, you woke up to your alarm blaring in your ear the next morning.

Gojo and yourself were sat in Yaga’s office, Gojo smirking at you the entire time. You blushed under his gaze, hands gripping the edges of your seat as you waited for Yaga to tell you what the assignment was. Was Yaga being late on purpose just to mess with you? Did you manage to piss him off somehow? A million questions were flying through your mind and there was no answer in sight.

“I saw you read my messages princess.” Gojo finally spoke, leaning forward. He was significantly taller over you, his towering muscular frame intimating you. “Why didn’t you respond? I was really bored. It’s rude to ignore your friends.” He spoke, that same sticky and syrupy voice coming back to haunt you.

“Maybe that’s because we aren’t friends, Gojo.” You scoffed, flipping your hair behind your back. “Could you please just shut up until Yaga gets here? If I have to listen to you mock me again I might actually explode.” Sighing, you placed your face in your hands.

“Actually,” Gojo purred, getting up from his seat only to sit down in Yaga’s velvet office chair. “Yaga doesn’t have a mission for us, princess.” He kicked his feet up on the desk, taking off his blindfold. His snowy white hair fell into a beautiful mess, with his painfully gorgeous blue eyes lighting up his already hellishly handsome face.

You looked up from your hands to raise an eyebrow, your face immediately turning a bright red upon seeing Gojo without his signature blindfold. “I’m sorry, what? I don’t follow.”

Gojo tutted and threw the black fabric onto your lap, his eyes still staring at your blushing face. Gojo found it simply adorable how you would always get so flustered, so annoyed in his presence. How you would always deny being attracted to him, how you swore up and down that he was put on this Earth to make your life a living hell. But he noticed that you would always squeeze your thighs together when he spoke. It was precious, really. How you thought you could hide your painfully obvious desire for him.

“Ae you hard of hearing or something, princess?” Gojo purred, leaning forward to he could grab onto the collar of your navy blue work uniform. With just a snap of his wrists his face was mere centimeters away from your own, the tips of your noses were pressed up against each other so perfectly. You felt your breathing quicken, the atmosphere in Yaga’s office so thick you could cut it with a butter knife. “I said that Yaga never gave us a fucking mission. I just wanted to see you again.” He breathed out, his steaming air causing the hair on the back of your neck to stand up. His grip on your collar tighten, his eyes were filled with desire. Desire for you that’s long overdue to be broken.

Your brows furrowed at you gripped onto his wrist, trying your best to pry his hand away from your uniform collar. Twisting and turning his wrist every which way turned out ot be fruitless, causing you to grow ever more angry and flustered. Fuck Gojo and his superhuman abilities, fuck him for being the strongest.

Instead, your hand came flying at his face. Your palm collided with his flesh, the cold stinging sensation snapping Gojo out of his lustful trance. His spare hand crept onto his cheek, rubbing the mark softly. You gulped, nervous to see how the strongest jujutsu sorcerer would react to getting slapped across the face by a grade two.

He smirked and threw his head back slightly, a dark chuckle emitting from his throat. He looked back down at you, his grip on your collar so strong that you started to choke. “God, I was hoping you would fucking do that.”

In an instant his lips were on yours, roughly clashing against each other. It took every fiber of his being to not rip all your clothes off right then and there, to bend you over Yaga’s desk and fuck you senseless. Oh how long Gojo had waited to feel your plump lips being ravaged by his own, and how deliciously rewarding it was to play the long game. Finally your lips were melding perfectly with each other, his tongue picking up just the faintest taste of peach chapstick.

Gojo pulled away from the kiss after about a minute, a thick strand of saliva connecting your lips. He sighed in pleasue as his eye landed on your flustered face, your mouth still agape like a slut.

“So fucking pretty like this,” he muttered, stepping out from behind the desk. He pulled you out of your chair and trapped you against the wall, his muscular torso being so easily felt under the think fabric of the uniforms the school provided. “Been wanting to kiss you since forever, y’know.” He mumbled, dragging his callosued hands up and down the clothed snatches of your wasit. “Your lips taste even better than I imaged, sweetness.”

You blushed at his sultry words, the faint glim in his ocean blue eyes only making your knees evern weaker. Slowly but carefully, your arms wrapped themselves around his broad shoulders. “You’re still on my shitlist,” you muttered, standing on the tips of your toes to meet his eyeline.

“And you’re as stubborn as ever, princess.” Gojo purred picking you up by the bottoms of your thighs, Your legs wrapped instinctively around his waist, making it look like a scene straight out of a movie. “Such a pretty mouth, you gonna let me fuck it?” He whispered, rubbing circled on your bare thighs. The modest jujutsu skirt you wore covered your legs quite nicely, so you never really felt the need to wear tights. And that drove Gojo fucking wild.

“Depends, what’s in it for me?” You smirked, tugging lightly on the baby hairs at the back of his head. Gojo hissed in pleasure, kind of proud that you were being equally as bratty to him as he was to you.

“The best fuck you’ll ever get, plus some more.” Gojo let go of your thighs, letting you drop onto your knees. You looked up at him, gulping in anticipation as you saw the imprint of his throbbing erection covered by his pants. “You gotta get me prepared first, princess. Or else I might not fuck that pussy as good, got it?” His voice was dripping with desire for you as his expert hands pulled down his pants, tossing them aside along with his boxers. His cock tapped against his shirt, leaving the smallest precum stain.

You bit down on your lip at the sight of his cock, moving yourself foreward. Ever so carefully, your right hand gripping onto the base of his cock. Tongue falling out of your mouth, you took his cock in your wet cavern slowly, your cheeks hollowing out to accommodate his girth and length.

“Shit princess, just like that. Yeah, I knew you would be good at suckin’ dick.” Gojo praised, offering you a slanted smile as your hands stroked what your mouth couldn’t fit. His large hand tangled itself into your messy hair, tugging on the roots ever so gently. His hips bucked into your mouth ever so slowly, almost painfully slow. He treated you like you were so fragile, sharp contrast to when he had you pinned against the wall with his tongue shoved down your throat.

He groaned in pleasure as his cock his the back of his throat, his hips driving his member down your throat even faster. His grip on your hair tighten, causing a small pool of tears to well in the corner of your eye. A singular droplet ran down your pretty little face, which Gojo thought was just the cutest little thing.

“Oh, is my princess crying? What, my dick to big for your slutty little mouth?” His hips stopped snapping into your face, pulling your mouth off of his member slowly. “Well, if you can’t handle my dick in your mouth,” He grabbed your arm, throwing you against the desk. His pushed you down so your face was against the hard mahogany wood, with your ass up and on display for Gojo to smack. “Then maybe your pretty pussy will be able to handle me, hm?”

He shoved your skirt above your ass, the blue material bunching the divet in your waist. His hand ran over your soaked panties, shoving them aside to expose your soaked core to the cold office air. “So pretty f’me…” Gojo mumbled, gathering up some of your slick on his thumb and popping it inside of his mouth. “Delicious too, maybe you’ll be my dinner one day. Wouldn’t you like that, princess?” He teased, his hand cracking against the supple flesh of your perfect ass.

“Fuck!” you cried out, your hands gripping onto the wooden desk for dear life. You grew increasingly frustrated, especially knowing that Gojo was taking immense pleasure in making you wait tt get fucked. “Dammit Gojo, just fuck me already!” You demanded, your eyes being slightly covered by your mess of hair falling in front of them.

He smacked his hand across your ass again, alighting his cock with your sobbing entrance. “You sure got a whole lotta attitude, princess.” He purred, teasing your hole with his mushroom head. “I’ll be sure to fuck it outta you, don’t you worry your pretty little head.”

He shoved his cock inside of you, hissing as your tight walls enveloped his member. You cried out in both pain and pleasure, having never experienced someone as big or as girthy inside of you. Sure, you had slept around before but this time he might actually make you cum. You wouldn’t have to fake an orgasm just for it to end.

“Shit, Gojo!” You screamed, lifting your head up from the desk to meet his gaze from behind. “Y-you’re too fuckin’ big, you know that?”

Gojo smirked and started to slowly thrust himself in and out of your weeping cunt, the sound of his groans mixing with your moans of pleasure filling the chilly office. “God, you’re so fuckin’ tight. Squeezing me already, princess? Good fuckin’ slut.” He grunted, pulling your hair back so your neck was against his mouth. His hips were now snapping furiously at your ass, his balls clapping against the skin. “You won’t mind if I give you a little mark, right? Gotta make sure you remember being bent over like this, pretty thing.”

His sharp teeth bit down onto your neck, sucking a nasty purple circle right where your jugular would be. The stimulation was utterly overwhelming, your mouth was agape and your throat was starting to hurt from all your cries. “Fuck, such a good slut for me.”

Gojo’s rough and callosued hands reached under your top to grope one of your tits, his fingers pinching and rubbing your nipple under the thin fabric. He could feel your orgasm was fast approaching the way you squeezed onto his cock, almost like your body was trying to suck him in even deeper inside of you. “Gojo, fuck! T-Too fucking handsy!” You managed to moan out, your brain slowly starting to turn to mush as the coil in your belly threatened to snap at any minte. “Fuck, gonna fucking cum!”

Gojo smirked and smacked your ass once more, slipping his hand from behind you to rub on your sensitive clit. “Cum all over this cock baby, f-fuck. Be a good fucking girl.” He demanded in your ear, his fingers now furiously rubbing themselves on your clit while his cock hit every place it needed to.

With a wanton gasp you threw your head back onto his shoulders, your orgasm washing over you like tsunami or a tidal wave. Wave after wave of pure bliss crashed over your every nerve, your eyes feeling fuzzy as you swore you could see stars.

“Fuck, holy fuck! Gojo, oh my fucking God!” you sobbed, your bottom lip trembling as you came down from your high. Gojo sighed and began to kiss your neck gently, his thrusts becoming faster and desperate as he felt his own euphoria approaching.

“Shit, gonna cum princess. Lemme cum inside of you, yeah? God you’re so fucking warm and tight, fuck!” He moaned into your neck, the movement of his hips becoming staggering and sloppy as his hot ropes of sticky cum coated your insides, filling you up so nicely. “F-fuck, oh my god…”

Gojo pulled out of you, smirking to himself as he saw his cum leak from your sloppy pussy. “Fucking amazing, princess.” He bent down to pick up his boxers and pants, putting them on quickly.

You got up from leaning over the desk and turned around, your face flushed and your hair sticking to your sweaty forehead. Your hands still gripping onto the table, your pretty lips slightly agape. “Holy shit…I think that was the best sex I’ve ever fucking had.” You breathed out, brushing the sweaty babyhairs out of your face.

Gojo smiled and bent down slightly, kissing your nose with a gentleness that was the complete opposite of how he fucked you. “I’ve been wanting to do that sicne I met you, you know.”

You scoffed and rolled your eyes, adjusting your stretched-out shirt collar. “Stop lying, you already fucked me. No need to lie anymore, Gojo.”

He frowned and grabbed onto your hand, his thumb carefully rubbing onto the back of it. “I’m not lying, you know.”

Raising an eyebrow you looked into his blue eyes, curious as to why there wasn’t a hint of deception swirling around in his oceans of blue. “Gojo…are you being serious?” You whispered, a blush once again covering your face. It wasn’t a blush of desire but a blush of shyness, like you were sixteen years old and just got confessed to.

“Satoru,” he spoke, bringing your hand to cup his pale face. “Call me Satoru, please.”

You smiled and rolled your eyes once more, your hand gently petting his flushed face. You took a step towards him, allowing Gojo to wrap his other hand around your waist. You two held each other in Yaga’s office, the scent of sex and passionate still filling up the otherwise stiff air.

“What are you gonna call me then, Satoru?” You softly spoke, standing on the tips of your toes so your lips were hovering against his once more. Gojo offered you a gentle smile, pecking your lips tenderly.

“I’m gonna call you mine.”

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gh0stsp1d3r · 1 year

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Ok sooooo, I’ve been like lowkey stalking your page, specially your Hobie x reader stuff…..I’m in love, your writing is 🤌. Anyway if you’re open to the ideas could you do a spidey reader with light light manipulation powers and their personality matches their powers. Just some cute fluffy opposites attract kind of thing with Hobie. Even if you don’t feel like writing for it that’s totally fine! I love your work so much, have a good day!

I took a lotta inspiration from dagger (cloak and dagger) for this so 🫶🏽🫶🏽

Glowing

Everyone thought Hobie was scary for some reason. You didn’t see why, he was great.

“Hobie!” You called out. He turned back as soon as he heard your sweet voice. He smiled as he stopped walking and waited for you as you ran up to him.

You ran up and hugged him, putting your arms around his neck as he picked you up, your legs around his waist.

You covered his face in kisses. Smiling as you hopped down.

“How are you?” You asked him.

“I’m alright, love, how are you?” He asked, as you both continued to walk.

“I’m good.”

You both talked for a while, then you both walked into Miguel’s office for a new mission.

He looked through some files, and then looked at you both as he picked one up.

“Cover up your neck.” He mumbled, looking at you and handing you the file.

You grew embarrassed as you realized the hickey that Hobie had given you.

“Y-yes sir.” You said, as you both left the office.

Hobie laughed and you hit his shoulder.

“Hobie! It’s not funny.” You whined.

“It is to me.” He snickered.

You sighed and opened the folder.

“Another Kraven? I feel like this is the millionth one we’ve done.” He said, looking at it.

“Feels like it. Oh well.” You shrugged. “As long as I’m with you I don’t care.” You kissed him on the cheek.

He smiled slightly at that, as he opened up a portal.

“Ladies first.”

You giggled, and walked through the portal, him following behind you.

“Alright, so on my watch it says that he should be… south of here.” He said, messing with the watch and looking that way.

You looked around, it was dark out, your white suit bright in the darkness.

You both started to swing, your bright white webs glowing in the moonlight.

(Your webs are Kinda like Miguel’s)

Finally, he looked up and stopped swinging, so you stopped. He pointed at a man with giant stature. He was wearing a coat, as most kravens did. And tight leopard leggings.

You both watched him some more, he was walking down a street. You guys followed behind him.

When he went down a small alley, you both quietly walked behind for a while. After a while, You webbed him up, he turned around quickly and broke the webs. You blinked in shock.

“Well.. I don’t know what I was expecting but it wasn’t that.” You said, looking at Hobie.

“I was.” He snickered. Kraven tan towards the both of you.

Your eyes went wide as he did so. You shot a light blast from your hands, the light solidifying as it left your hands.

Kraven took a fall, and Hobie then shot his webs, and webbed him to the ground.

Kraven yelled, and broke free of the webs. He went to throw a punch at you, but you stopped him with your hand.

“That is one strong arm you got.” You said, pushing him back, as Hobie kicked him from the back when he didn’t expect it.

He groaned in pain, and almost fell on top of you before you pushed him off.

“ewewewewew.. you couldn’t put on some deodorant or something?” You groaned and wiped your hands from his sweat.

He quickly got back up, and you used your powers to make a bright, glowing row of daggers, and threw them at him.

He fell back next to the wall with cuts all over him.

You and hobie both webbed him in a ball, and then gave each other a high five.

“That was.. sexy.” He mumbled.

“Really? I mean you weren’t so bad yourself.” He lifted up his mask quickly, and so did you. You both kissed, Kraven rolled his eyes and was gonna say something when hobie webbed his mouth. He grabbed your cheek, and it was more rough now.

“Hiya! So Miguel asked me to check on you both but it seems like you’re busy...” Lyla’s cheery voice appeared.

You gasped and pulled away, pulling your mask down.

“Lyla! Sorry. Yeah, we got him.” You said, going next to Kraven and posing next to him. He just side-eyed you

“Great! I’ll let him know. You look glowing by the way.” She winked at you and you just smiled as she disappeared.

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hotreadingwitch · 1 year

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Bucky x Reader - Nosebleed

Content Warnings/Kinks: slut-shaming, violence (not during sex), dominance, hickeys, nipple play, finger sucking, cum swallowing, light edging, sub/dom dynamic (collaring), daddy kink, praise kink, fingering, oral sex, unprotected sex

Nosebleed

"Man, you're dumb letting your girl out of the house in that outfit" a man slurred from the alleyway beside the club they were on their way to.

Bucky stilled, his hand tensing where it was placed on the small of Y/n's back.

"Bucky don't-" Y/n started.

"Move" he growled, his words harsh, a no-nonsense command.

She hesitated, on one hand, the guy was being rude but on the other, he was just a stupid asshole...did he really deserve to be beaten up by a super soldier just because of one comment? No, Y/n decided at that moment, she didn't deserve to be slut-shamed and if Bucky wanted to make sure that man never said something vile to another woman then so be it. She pulled herself up and moved aside, nodding at Bucky as she did, indicating that he could get violent.

Y/n turned, looking away as she heard Bucky's first blow landing and the man's groan of pain in response.

"Please" the man begged, "I didn't do anything"

"You didn't do anything?" She heard Bucky chuckle darkly, "You don't count slut-shaming women as doing something asshole?"

"Fuck man" he groaned, "I didn't mean it I swear"

Bucky punched him again. Hard.

"Yeah fucking right"

Y/n turned just in time to see Bucky lift the man up off of the ground and slam him against the wall.

"Owwww" the man howled.

"Bucky," Y/n said quietly.

His gaze flicked toward her, steel blue eyes turned almost grey with anger. Her eyes widened at the sight of his bleeding nose, the other man must have gotten a good punch in.

"Let's go home" she added, "He's not worth it"

"Yea man listen to your girl" the man choked out.

Bucky dropped him, letting go of his collar and turning toward Y/n, taking her hand.

"Fucking crazy" the man mumbled under his breath.

Bucky snapped, turning back around and punching the guy so hard he fell onto the ground, knocked out.

"Now we can go" Bucky growled.

Y/n and Bucky walked into Zemo's apartment. It was late so the two other men were already in bed. Bucky gripped Y/n's hand, squeezing it, before asking:

"Can you help me get cleaned up?"

"Sure" she smiled before leading him to the en-suite bathroom in her room.

Bucky balanced himself against the edge of the sink, leaning back, squinting down at Y/n. She wet a towel and started to mop up the wound on his face that would surely leave a bruise the next morning.

"You know I didn't need you to defend me tonight" Y/n sighed as she blotted the blood away.

"I know Y/n but I can't just let people say that kind of thing about you" he sighed.

"My knight in shining armour" she chuckled dryly.

"I'm no knight Y/n" he grumbled as she dabbed under his nose.

"Bucky" she whispered.

She hadn't realized how close their faces were until then.

"Yeah?" he whispered back.

She reached a hand up, tangling it with the hair at the nape of his neck, just above his blood-stained shirt collar.

"You're a good guy you know?" she stated, a small smile on her lips "I don't want you forgetting it"

He closed the gap between them, drawing his lips to hers. His were warm and soft, softer than she'd expected. Y/n kissed him back hungrily, gripping his hair, and pulling him closer.

He pressed up against her, moving her backward into her room, their kisses becoming deeper by the second. Y/n yelped as the back of her knees hit the edge of her bed. Bucky threw her down forcefully before climbing over top of her. His face was inches from hers but not a single part of him touched her shivering body.

"Can I touch you?" He begged gruffly, a growl forming deep in his throat.

She nodded, her nose brushing his as she did, the small touch sending a fire through both their desperate bodies.

Bucky slid his metal hand under her back, unzipping her short dress before pulling it entirely off of her, groaning when he saw the lingerie she was wearing underneath. She smirked up at him, pleased that the simple black lace set turned him on.

"Can you take it off for me doll?" He growled as he balanced above her, taking in her body hungrily.

Y/n nodded before obeying, not breaking eye contact with him as she undid her bra, throwing it onto the floor. Bucky leant down planting kisses from her jaw down to her neck to her chest, sucking on her sensitive skin.

"So beautiful" he breathed onto her skin, "So fucking beautiful"

He continued, slinking lower and lower until he was settled between her thighs. He kissed the bare skin next to her panty line, his warm, red lips making her cold skin shiver. With one swift motion, he ripped her panties off of her. He kissed her inner thighs, again and again, leaving purple marks behind. When he finally reached her pussy she was already aroused, completely ready for him and the pleasure he was about to bring her.

"Please..." she whined desperately.

Bucky began by tracing lazy circles around her clit, making her hips buck upwards to meet his expert tongue.

"Mmm," she moaned, tilting her head back in pleasure as her thighs spread open even further, giving Bucky full access to her aching pussy.

Her whimpers and little breathy moans did nothing but turn Bucky on even more. He felt his cock tighten in his pants as Y/n whispered his name and looked down at him with her doe eyes.

The longer he continued the more she clenched inside, her body begging for an orgasm.

As if he knew exactly what she needed next, he ran his finger up and down her slit, letting it get soaked by her building juices before slipping it inside her. The initial feeling of Bucky's curling fingers hitting her g-spot made her breathe hitch and a loud whimper escape her mouth.

"You're so fucking good for me doll" he groaned, the feeling of her clenching around his fingers making his cock harder by the second.

As he continued lapping circles around her clit and curling his fingers inside her pussy her body reacted to every movement, back arching off of the bed, toes curling. A warmth then spread across her chest as her lower body quivered in anticipation.

"Fuck" she breathed, every single curse word she uttered making him even more aroused. He wanted to get inside her so badly but he knew she needed this, to be warmed up first.

"Mm hm," she mumbled before another louder moan escaped her lips.

Her hips jerked up and down as she came but Bucky held her in place, gripping her thighs tightly, pleasing her through the waves of her release.

Y/n was wet now, her pussy sticky with cum as she lay breathing heavily on the bed. When she calmed down she slunk her hand down Bucky's chest, unbuttoning his tight white button-up shirt as she did. She threw the blood-stained item to the side, letting herself admire Bucky's taut abs.

She then gripped the edge of his belt, looking deeply into his eyes before asking:

"Daddy?"

She could practically see Bucky's cock jump in his pants.

"Yes?" He questioned back, his neck visibly strained.

"Can you fuck me please?"

Bucky complied without another word, sliding a thick finger up her wet slit before shoving it in her mouth, forcing her to taste her own juices. She sucked on it as he unbuckled his belt, sliding it out of the loops and then holding it between his hands.

"Will you wear this for me doll?" He asked.

Y/n's eyes widened slightly, she knew wearing a collar was important to any sub/dom couple. She nodded, ready for whatever was to come.

He slid the leather through the buckle, tightening the belt around her neck causing her to gasp, it was tight but not uncomfortably so. He ran a vibranium finger from the clasp of the belt up to her chin until his cool hand rested on her cheek.

"Ready?"

She nodded and Bucky slid into her wet pussy, grunting as he felt her tighten around his cock. It curved perfectly within her, immediately hitting the right spot. When he began to speed up his thrusts her pussy clenched, sucking him deeper inside her, causing him to groan.

She looked up and made eye contact with him as he continued slamming into her making his cock tighten. He leaned forward without looking away, resting his forehead on hers and staring deep into her eyes. Their breaths intermingled, moans practically in sync. Bucky reached his hand down, as he pressed small kisses on her cheeks and temple and then began rubbing her clit, bringing her all the pleasure she needed.

Y/n sighed, tilting her head back into her pillow as she relaxed into the feeling of his movements on her clit and his rough thrusts. How was it possible that he was so rough and so gentle at the same time?

"Fuck me you feel so good" she groaned, her nose scrunching.

"My pretty girl's got a dirty mouth huh?" he chuckled before beginning to suck on the crook of her neck.

"Mmm," she replied, at a loss for words.

She moved her hips, matching the pace of his hard thrusts, every movement bringing her more and more pleasure. Bucky slid a hand down her body, gripping her outer thigh, likely leaving bruises, pushing her leg up toward her head while the other rubbed fiercely around and around her clit. Every once in a while he'd remove his fingers to spit on them again, edging her, and every time he'd make her beg:

"You want me to rub that pretty little clit doll?" He cooed the question.

"Yes, Daddy please" she whined.

He continued pleasing her as her body ached for the feeling she knew only he could provide. Soon, her body was overwhelmed. Between him fucking her roughly with his perfect cock and him rubbing her clit she was overcome.

"Fuck I'm close" she breathed before she came.

"Good girl" he praised as she tensed around his cock, "such a good girl cumming for me"

She came hard as he thrust, her insides squeezing before loosening, going slack on the plush mattress. Waves of pleasure rolled through her body and he fucked her through every one, coaxing her orgasm out of her body with his hard pumping, soft whispers of her name, and sloppy kisses on her sensitive neck. Bucky groaned loudly and the vein in his neck throbbed, she could tell he was close to cumming as well.

"Ahh," she moaned, looking up at him with grateful eyes as she felt his cum splash within her.

They both panted as he pulled out, the mixture of their cum dripping down onto the mattress.

"You were such a good girl for me doll" he stated warmly, taking her in his arms and kissing her on the forehead.

"Thanks" she smiled, her breathing calming down as she lay comfortably on his firm chest.

#smut #oneshot #fanfic #fanfiction #bucky x reader #bucky smut #bucky #bucky barnes #buck barnes x y/n #y/n

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jadeylovesmarvelxo · 6 months

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💌🎀

Bitchy popular reader x Eddie, enemies who fuck and idiots in love, jealousy, angst and fluff, 18+ blog so mdni.

❤️

Eddie is waiting for you in one of the disused classrooms in Hawkins High. He's perched on the desk, long limbs stretched out, an endearing goofy smile on his face as you walk over to him, quietly shutting the door. He gets up and tugs you to him.

"You're lucky I was able to sneak away Munson, I'm sure the girls are getting suspicious, not helping with that hickey you left on my neck" you chastise him.

Eddie looks smug as hell as you say this. "Well I could leave them on your breasts or between your thighs instead" he replies in a husky tone which makes arousal pool in your lower stomach. You tug him to you and kiss him.

He backs you up against the wall and you wrap your legs around his waist, moaning as his fingers dig into your backside and he sucked on a particular sweet spot of yours on your neck.

"If you keep moaning like that princess someone's going to catch us" Eddie murmurs as he kisses along your jaw, soft moans issue from the both of you.

"We wouldn't want that would we?" You reply sweetly and your nails dig into his back causing a groan of pleasure to leave his lips.

In public you and Eddie were enemies, the two of you couldn't stand one another so that was fine. Until the barbs, teasing and heavy tension exploded one night into the most mind-blowing sex.

Since then you couldn't get enough of one another and snuck around in private, away from the prying eyes of Hawkins High gossip chain.

Here the two of you could let your desires run wild, you couldn't stay away from Eddie and he couldn't stay away from you either.

"What the fuck?" the door bursts open and Sasha, a new member to Hellfire is staring at you both, her mouth falls open. She's gazing at the two of you stunned.

"You and you" she points to you and then Eddie and then appears momentarily speechless. You sigh and distentangle yourself from Eddie.

"Uh, Sasha hey" Eddie waves and you smirk amused as Sasha's face goes impossibly redder and redder. You fix your clothes and hair and apply your lipgloss, the one Eddie loves the taste of and wait for the kick off.

She's still spluttering and you grow impatient as you wait for her to say something. You give her a little wave and she swears under her breath.

Fuck could she just say something because you were cold and Eddie's lips were still looking very inviting, all kiss bitten and a little swollen. Involuntarily you shiver and Eddie notices, picks up his jacket and wraps it around you.

The gesture is so unexpected and gentle that it surprises you. Sasha makes a strangled sound in her throat and instead of blowing up at Eddie, she storms out and Eddie sighs.

"I'll handle it princess" he follows her out and you wait for him to come back, eventually you make your way to where they are as Sasha's voice raises.

Sasha frowns, "You know I had a bit of a crush on you, that's why I joined Hellfire. Not that it matters now. You're with her" she huffs. You feel a tiny bolt of jealousy and glare at her.

Ah shit Eddie sighs,. Hewas afraid of this. He knows he has to be as gentle as possible turning her down. "Look, I'm sorry Sasha but I only see you as a friend, that's it. I don't feel that way about you, sorry"

"I get that, I understand that Eddie but why are you even with her in the first place, you could have picked anyone else. She's from the dark side, popular and can be bitchy when she wants to be, like what the hell?" Sasha demands to him.

Eddie can't explain it, he can't explain why he's so drawn to you, how he can't stay away.

" It's just sex. It doesn't mean that much" you feel like you've been punched in the stomach when you hear Eddie say that.

Just sex. That's all you were? You will yourself not to cry and walk past Eddie and Sasha, toss his jacket to him and don't say a word. Eddie must be able to read your expression because his own face falls.

"Sweetheart" he calls after you but you ignore him and get in your car. It's only when you're back at home that the tears finally flow freely.

If you didn't mean anything to him then maybe you should just move on, stop this shit between you and Eddie goes on longer and longer.

The longer it goes on it will only increase your heartbreak when it ends. You can't risk that.

❤️

Sasha spends half the day glaring at you and Eddie, Eddie spends most of it trying to to talk to you.

Eventually you grow tired of his attempts and talk to him. "Alright Munson, if you want sex then just say or not" you snap and he looks taken aback.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" He hisses, the tension rises between the two of you, it's so thick that you feel like you can't breathe. Stubbornly you hold his gaze and shrug.

"Nothing, what would be wrong? Of course you want to talk about sex or some shit like that. It's all I am to you and good for, right?" Your friends round the corner and you use this as an excuse to get away from Eddie and those stupidly pretty, big brown eyes.

❤️

There's a party at Jason's tonight you'd much rather be anywhere else right now. Jason is acting like his usual douchebag self, which darkens your mood even further.

Not helping matters is that Eddie's here, doing his usual dealings. Not that it bothers you that he makes money this way, it's to lessen the burden on his uncle which you think is sweet.

No, you're pissed at the fact that he's here at all, you've avoided him all day at school and now you have to avoid him here too. What could you say to him that didn't end with him either laughing at you or outright rejection. It wasn't appealing to you in the slightest.

Hurt by the fact that you're nothing but a fuck buddy to him you distract yourself and flirt with Jackson.

The flirting draws the attention of Eddie who stills and watches you and Jackson like a hawk. You ignore Eddie's silent fuming, even if it does give you a little thrill.

But you mean nothing to him so why does he care?

You sip your beer and nod your head to the music, catch up with your friends until a very irate Eddie catches your eye again and jerks his head to the door. He wants to talk.

Swallowing your nerves, you down your beer and walk past him, he follows you and you can see the jealousy written all over his face.

Once you're far away from the party Eddie rounds on you, "What the fuck was that? Jackson Reilly, are you fucking kidding me?" He sneers at you.

"He's nice to me" you shrug and his cheeks darken in anger. Brown eyes flashing dangerously.

"So I'm an asshole to you huh? You want a small dick fucker like him?" you shake your head and fold your arms across your chest, protecting yourself.

"No you dingus, I want you but you made it very obvious how you feel?" he looks to you confused and you move closer to him, frustrated that he's forgotten what he said.

You glare at Eddie and mimic what he said to Sasha "It's just sex, it doesn't mean that much. So you won't care if I'm with someone else then, no?" Eddie swallows and reaches out to you.

"I didn't mean that. I opened my big mouth to try and salvage the situation and I said dumb shit" you pout still feeling down about the whole thing.

"You still said it. So obviously you must think like that" he softens and he tugs you close to him, you smell the faintest hint of smoke and Eddie's cologne. You're favourite scent.

"No. No I really don't" he admits to you and the way he sounds, the affection for you is clear as day in his voice, it does things to your heart. You feel yourself soften slightly. Just slightly.

"How do I know you're not lying?" you murmur and try to hide the vulnerability in your voice. He shakes his head.

"I would never lie about things like this princess" he says sincerely and you believe him, rest your head on his chest.

"Shall we get out of here?" you nod at his suggestion, just wanting to lose yourself in him for a while.

...

Much later Eddie is fucking you on the hood of Jackson's car, his eyes meet yours and his hands tighten in yours as you both reach an explosive orgasm. It takes your breath away.

Eddie's lips shakily press to your forehead and his hand reaches up to stroke your cheek.

"This does mean something to me sweetheart, more than you know" he kisses you again and it sends your heart racing. As do his words, because you know that this means something to you too.

🫶

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #enemies to lovers #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson angst #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x popular!reader #eddie munson #stranger things eddie munson

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metmotleysgirl127 · 30 days

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“No more fights”

Smut 18+

Warning- fighting, Cursing. Welts. Pulling hair. Moaning. “Let me know if I missed anything”

I was sitting on James lap, I wrapped my arms around his neck. I looked at him and he put his hands on my face kissing me. I giggled putting my head on his. “James, James. Earth to James”, Lars says, throwing a drumstick at us. “Ow, you fucking dick”, I say, rubbing my arm. “Man what the fuck”, James says, looking at my arm. “She’s fine, we gotta work on the album”, he says, grabbing another stick. “You left a fucking welt!”James says, tapping my leg. I stood up and James stood up, knocking over the chair. “What you gonna fucking hit me, do it fucker”, Lars says, walking over to James. James kneed Lars to the ground and then flipped him over punching him. “JAMES STOP”, I screamed. Kirk and Jason came running out of the recording booth. “Fucking stop”, Jason says, trying to pull James off Lars. “James stop”, I say, grabbing his arm. Kirk grabbed my arm. “Hey, we got this. Just stay back okay”, Kirk says, freaked out. Eventually they pulled James off and Jason held James' arms behind his back. “Oh my god Lars”, I say, tears in my eyes. Lars was fucked up. His nose was probably broken, lips busted. He would be lucky if his eyes weren’t black tomorrow. “What is wrong with you?”, I screamed, pushing James. His eyes filled with hate soon turned to shame and sadness. I smacked him and walked out, grabbing my things on the way.

Days, days went by. I haven’t talked to James in days. I was so mad at him for what he did. I sat in my room, reading a magazine. Laying on my stomach, my feet dangling off the bed. I then jumped as I heard a tap on my window. I looked over and it was James. I rolled my eyes, going back to my magazine. I heard the window drag open and I sharply turned to look at him, standing in my room. “You know that’s considered breaking and entering”, I say, sitting up. “Baby, I’m so so sorry. I’m so sorry you had to see that”, he says, getting on his knees in front of me. I just looked at him. He held my hands. I looked down, his hands were all bruised and cut. My face softens. “Oh baby, let me take care of your hands”, I say, standing up. He stood up and I opened my door. I peaked out to see if any of my family was out in the hall. We were all good so I headed over to the bathroom. I sat him down on the edge of the tub. I opened the cabinet and got the first aid kit. I grabbed the alcohol and a cotton ball, dabbing it on his cuts. He hissed and scrunched his face. “I know baby, I know.”, I say, grabbing the wrap bandages. I wrapped his hand and then kissed him. “Much better”, I say.

He grabbed my face and kissed me hard. I moaned into the kiss, loving the feeling of my boyfriend, I found myself straddled on his lap again, my hands tangled in his hair, I moved my hips, grinding against him. James turned on the shower, quieting my moans. He growls ripping off my shirt. I gasped, roughly kissing him again. He kissed down my neck and kissed on my earlobe. I stood up, taking off my pj shorts. He took off his pants and boxers and lifted me up, sliding inside of me. “Oh fuck”, I yelled. He covered my mouth, pushing me up against the wall. He fucked into my me, every thrust making me gasp. “Fuck I missed you”, he says, putting my tit in his mouth. “Oh god James”, I said, gripping his hair. He bit my breast making me moan out. “Baby, you make me feel so good”, I gasped, pulling his face up to kiss him. “Fuck”, he groaned. I arched my back, pushing his face into my breast. He held me tighter as he left hickeys on them. I gripped onto his hair, making him groan. “Fuck, James, oh my god”, I screamed. He lifted me off of him and I laid down on the Matt on the floor. He lifted my leg up onto his shoulder and inserted himself inside me once more. He smiled down at me and kissed me, moving my hair out of my face. He put his hands on my hips and started fucking me fast. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and moaned. “You're so good, so good”, I say, kissing him. He laid his head on mine. “I love you”, he says. “Oh! I love you too”, I say, kissing his neck. “Fuck! You ready baby. Cum for me”, he says, rubbing my clit. A few moments later he was covering my mouth as I moaned his name over and over again. He then came after me, biting into my shoulder to cover his moans. “You alright”, he asked, kissing me. I nodded, catching my breath. He kissed me and laid down putting his weight on me. “You're still fluttering”, he chuckled. “That was intense”, I giggled. “I’m glad you let me make it up to you.”,he says, kissing me. “No more fights?”, I asked. “Well..” he says, playing with my hair. “James”, i say throwing daggers. He sighed. “No more fights.”

……..

Hey y’all, remember that poll I did a few weeks ago. Well there ya go. Sorry the past couple weeks have been hard on my mental health and I had to take a brake. But we good. Hope you enjoyed.

#smut #james hetfield #metallica smut #metallica #lars ulrich #james hetfield smut #kirk hammett #jason newsted

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narcissistshandler · 1 year

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Hi! I was wondering if you do yandere reader if so could do yandere male reader x Rin itoshi please ignore this if you feel uncomfortable

𝗠𝗢𝗧𝗘𝗟 𝗥𝗢𝗢𝗠

✧ 𝖯𝖠𝖨𝖱𝖨𝖭𝖦 male reader x itoshi rin

✧ 𝖶𝖠𝖱𝖭𝖨𝖭𝖦𝖲 top!amab reader, bottom!rin, yandere!reader, reader and rin are friends with benefits, violet thoughts (about killing, sharing intimate videos, hurt, make bleed), implicit reader filming sex with rin without consent, stalker behavior, reader is delusional, cumming inside without consent, implicit reader ripping condoms, hint of kidnapping/false imprisonment.

✧ 𝖠/𝖭 I do! i just can't promise to be good at writing yandere, but this was fun anyway. 1.2k words ahead, read warnings and proceed with caution

You wanted to treat Rin better, like fragile porcelain under your hands and every time after he was gone you found yourself fantasizing about treating him like the divine thing he was, not knowing why those thoughts never came when you had him under your thumbs.

But when you rub your already hard cock again against Rin's well-worn, leaking lube hole, grip his hips until your nails dig into the skin and push in, you remember why it's always so hard to treat him like a fragile doll. The sense of power, the notion that he was at your mercy was too unnerving to deny.

You loved him more than anything in your life and nothing and no one was worth even a piece of his nail, not even you or your life. Still, when his head flew back and you could see the hint of teeth sinking into the hand held against his mouth, your love turned into a selfish, cruel little thing, again.

You wanted nothing more than to treat him like a pig at the slaughter.

He spread his legs wider, offering himself fully to your dominion, his body an instrument begging to be played, by you. It is a testament to you control over Rin, no one could give him what he wanted ── only you, only you had the right to see these expressions and hear these sounds. One of your hands finds its way away from his waist, across the lower part of his stomach where you were deeply seated, and lower until it touches the pulsing edge where your bodies connect as one.

There were marks of your belongings all over Rin's body, red fingerprints on his thighs, scratches on his stomach, gross hickeys on his legs, bloody bites on his shoulders and a menacing one near the base of Rin's cock that cost you a clean punch on the cheek. Blood still smeared your teeth from the punch and each time you leaned in for the kiss you made sure to share the metallic taste with Rin, your head spinning whenever you thought you were inside him now, in every way possible.

In the dark you couldn't very well see his face and neither could he see yours, but it was Rin's strict rule that the light must always be off and even when you were outside the four walls of a cheap motel you had to wear a cap and mask and after falling on the puke and spit-smeared floor and making him cum in your throat or after fucking his pre-prepared ass you had to stay behind while he walked away. Rin was ridiculous like that, he was apparently afraid of you following him, as he always turned around and purposefully took two meters wrong before finally heading towards his own house and the number he used to talk to you was disposable, even his real name he never gave you, but you knew it all the same, because he was yours and it was your right to know.

Outside these walls he wore the mask of a complete stranger to you and you desperately wanted to change that, lock him to you so he could never walk away, carve your name into his belly, take the footage you took of your encounters and put it out there so that his career was over and he only had you to go back to and you would hold him in your arms and let him cry and say 'it's going to be okay, my love' as people shared and talked about the video.

Your hands gripped his neck, cutting off his breath. Rin's entire body tensed, feet tucked into the mattress and hands gripping yours to stop you. His hole tightened, hot, just for you, just for you, no one else should be able to see him like this and for a moment you wondered if there were other guys who fucked him, who got into his hole and made him come.

Your hips moved harder, thrusting as deeply as they could inside him, pressing through the deliciously contracted walls to you, wanting to make him bleed, wanting to mold his insides to your form. You could keep him like this forever, yours and nobody else's. An eternal sleeping beauty who wouldn't get up and go as soon as he was sexually satisfied. He should be embalmed so his skin never sags, his flesh doesn't putrefy and the sparkle in his green eyes doesn't fade. It could take hours, days, the hard work would be worth it of course, but...

The grip loosened and Rin immediately gasped for air, hands flying to his throat, staring at you with those dark eyes... You hated the anger there, but you would never complain about anything Rin gave you, even if it was anger and disgust.

"I'm sorry," you pleaded, kissing his hands placed protectively around his neck, enjoying the smooth skin of his long fingers, the tense vertebrae. His hand lowered slowly and you came, immediately, shamefully fast when you saw the red marks on his fragile skin, your fingerprints implanted in his body.

You kissed each and every one of the marks, licked the hot, cool bruise as your entire body shook and your cock writhed inside him, spilling everything you had inside him. You kissed his chin until you reached full, soft lips. Kissing Rin was always a divine experience, the lips sweet as honey, the saliva intoxicating like the most potent drug, everything started and ended in his mouth and your bodies joined as one soul.

Rin was the first to pull away, panting against your mouth and you wanted to kiss him again until his lungs were no longer able to take in oxygen, but you didn't. You shouldn't cross that limit.

"The condom," Rin murmured, his chest rising and falling under your. "Change the condom."

You pressed your lips against his one last time before pulling away to comply, sitting back on your heels between Rin's spread legs and the clock on the wall reminding you that your time with him was running out, you glanced at your bag dumped on the couch. You had prepared for this, no one would look twice when you walked out with him passed out in your arms and your house was far enough away that you could take him.

"Hurry up," Rin demanded.

Snatching the used condom from your still red and hard cock, you discarded it in the trash, seeing the torn latex and white liquid starting to threaten to ooze out of Rin.

"The condom broke," you warned, your fingers against the damp, taut rim, your voice sounding strange and husky in the hot air of the cramped room.

Rin tensed, hand shooting to his own hole, bumping against yours there before a finger slipped inside.

"Fuck," he cursed, thrusting three fingers inside himself to pull the semen out. You watched it with delight. When he realized this wasn't going to work, he removed his hand and stood up, throwing his shaky legs over the side of the bed. "I'll clean up, I'll be right back."

You nodded, watching Rin walk into the bathroom as you opened yet another pack of condom, your attention darting once more to your bag and then to the clock, your teeth sinking into the latex. Your time was running out, what to do?

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nvoirs · 1 year

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i had an idea and I was wondering if I could request you write it! <33

So the reader is a rookie agent working with Leon to save Ashley in re4, but Leon's salty about it because he prefers to work alone, but after getting to know her better and having an extreme attraction to her.. they hide out somewhere while taking shelter from an attack by salazar and they share an intimate moment? 😏

could Leon be dom and the reader is nervous and sub... but Leon's still respectful while still fucking her dumb?

ty!!!

Disclaimers: Thongs are not practical for missions but whatever! Cowgirl + missionary position, Leon dom but he's a respectful man, female reader sub, cussing, fingering, hand job, spanking, marking, biting, hickeys, creampied.

There he goes off again, walking ahead of you yet again. If you were ambushed he probably wouldn't even bat an eye at you probably saying “you can handle it on your own.” Leon Kennedy was the epitome of an arrogant bastard, he made your blood pump angrily around your body fists clenched ready to punch him squarely in his perfect nose.

You didn’t hate Leon. it’s just that he got on your nerves sometimes, he preferred to ‘work alone’ as he put it. He was acting as if you had chosen to come along with him like some dumb puppy of a rookie. You actually did look up to Leon, copying his hand movements with his gun and shielding yourself the same way he did. He wasn’t a brilliant partner to you but he sure knew how to take care of himself.

“Leon, look! There’s the church, hunnigan mentioned.”

He mentally rolled his eyes at you ignoring your little buzzing voice as he trudged to the church shotgun in hand with you scurrying behind his tall form.

“Hey you know Leon, you don’t have to be such a rude bitch ya know? Lighten up a little.” You looked at his stoic expression that slowly changed into a mixture of arrogance and disgust.

“Watch your mouth rookie, I’m your superior. You follow my orders and speak when I tell you to.”

You scoffed as you tagged along, pistol in hand as you glared at him. He was so fucking handsome you couldn’t lie. His golden hair wet with rain water made him look so sexy and you were biting your lip but quickly turned away when he caught you staring.

Leon was about to open his mouth when you heard a distant cry in the distance. A bunch of axe wielding cultists came scrambling your way ready to stake you both. You both turned a corner the opposite way from the church, when Leon shockingly grabbed your arm flinging you into the side of a cabin door.

“Quick in here!”

You thought you saw an apologetic gaze for quite literally smacking you into the door but it was gone as quickly as it was revealed. You silently followed his orders walking through the door of the small home. The air smelt musty and dust particles swarmed everything you touched, a faint smell of rotting meat lingered making you curl your lips and scrunch your nose in disgust.

“Get down!” Leon hissed. “Alright, alright.” you replied, hands surrendered in the air, getting down on your knees, your back hitting the wall below the window just as a mumbling villager swept past.

Your heartbeat thumped in your chest, and you could hear blood rushing in your ears scared of being caught. Leon however was poking his head out just so he could see out of the window.

“Fuck, they're setting up a camp goddamnit.” His frustrated words made your mind hazy, and you swallowed the lump in your dry throat.

“Looks like we're going to be here for a while, unless I can get in contact with Luis or Hunnigan.” He smacked the radio in his palm, but all that could be heard was a faint crackling sound. Not a good sign.

“So.. what now?” You trembled, wait to go to make it obvious you were shitting yourself right now.

“Don't tell me you're a scared rookie.” He chuckled a cheshire grin etching itself upon his pinkish lips.

“I mean I might be sawn in half if they find us here, in this tight little hut with barely any ammo left so yeah Leon I am a bit scared.”

For the first time ever, Leon's face seemed to soften at your curt words. “Don't worry rookie, I'll keep you safe, I promise.” He stuck his pinkie out, and you looked at it as if he was mocking you.

“Seriously, What am I five?”

He pouted. “No but we're never too old for pinky promises.” You laughed, slapping his pinky playfully away.

It had been around an hour since you and Leon had been stuck, waiting for the right time to bolt through that door and make your escape. That time had yet to come as the villagers looked like they weren't budging at all. You'd gotten to know Leon slightly more than you had known sixty minutes ago. He was actually a pretty cool dude, and your crush on him just intensified at all the things he spoke to you about.

You eventually both stopped speaking, sighing, your eyes drooping with sleep. You couldn't help but just close your eyes..

“Wake up!” Leon whispered to you. Your eyelids shot open, “W-what can we leave now?” Your head moved from something soft beneath you, and you realised it was Leon's thigh.

You moved swiftly, coughing to mask the embarrassment bubbling inside of you. “Sorry Leon, didn't mean to fall asleep on you.” You awkwardly laughed scratching your head before stretching.

“No we can't leave just yet, but you sleeping on me was kinda cute.”

“W-what?” Your eyes widened, like a deer stuck in headlights you didn't know what to say.

“Need me to repeat that?” He whispered into your ear, smooth like honey, warm like the sun.

“No? But thanks I guess.” His deep chuckles had butterflies fluttering violently inside of you as you swallowed.

“So cute.. do you maybe want to do something else to pass the time, rookie?”

You weren't entirely sure what he meant, but then it hit you like a truck.

Sex? Here? Out of all places!

“Leon, I'd love to but not here..”

His eyes glistened, the pupil of his eyes dilating in excitement.

“But wouldn't it be fun here baby? What other place will we have this much privacy?”

He had a point. You and him would eventually meet back up with Luis and Ashley and you wouldn't have another chance of trying this new side of Leon you hadn't seen before.

“There isn't that much privacy.” You mumbled, looking up at the window, the ragged curtains fluttering in the cool breeze.

“Enough privacy then.” His hand was clutching your thigh lightly and you hadn't even realised. You wiggled your thigh slightly, and Leon gripped tighter. He was still waiting for an answer.

“O-okay.”

He grinned when you nodded, showing his pearly rows of teeth.

He cupped your face gently, moving in for a sweet passionate but desperate kiss. His blonde stray hairs tickling your face, as his kisses slowly got more sloppy, more needy. He bit your lip, and you whined at the sudden intrusion but you liked it. Your hands slid around the nape of his neck, trying to pull him impossibly closer. At this point you were sitting on his lap, grinding down for any sort of friction.

“Aren't you just the sweetest when you make those sounds for me?” Leon gently pushed you off of him, pinning you down to the dusty, wooden floor. His hands trailing up your torso, before hovering over your chest.

You watched him, locking eye contact while the wetness grew inside your underwear. You nodded, giving him permission to undress you at your will, he started ripping off your tactical gear. It was dangerous, he knew that because the crazed villagers were only a few feet away but he couldn't help but want to see you completely naked on your knees for him.

Managing to shimmy of your pants, he squeezed his eyes shut from the view. Your underwear was so skimpy, it was barely covering you and he raised an eyebrow at the choice of underwear you'd gone with. A thong.

“What? I find them practical for missions” You pouted.

You watched his eyes darken with a brewing lust for you. Rolling you over so your tits were squished and your ass exposed he slapped a cheek. Not loud enough to alert the cultists, but loud enough that you got the message. You were driving him to the very edge, knowing what choice of clothing you had on underneath this whole time. If he had known, you would have been fucked and full of his cum long before. The stinging sensation made your pussy clench, groping the other cheek Leon left another searing slap making your eyes water.

“You okay down there?”

You nodded, “Want more please.”

He chuckled, tutting at you, “Always so eager, even at a time like this.”

Leon unclasped your bra, the straps falling down your quivering shoulders as his calloused hands ran over the skin of them. Leon pulled you up so your bra slipped from your body completely, leaving you exposed. He hummed as he dragged you onto his lap, grabbing each breast in the palm of his hand and kneading them causing you to throw your head back from the burst of pleasure.

“Oh yeah, just like that Leon.”

Your moans of encouragement spurred him on to pursuit, taking a finger before wetting it and bringing it back to your erect nipple. He rubbed his saliva around, tight little circles making you jerk up. Your pussy was leaking like crazy as you whimpered into his ear, rutting like a pup against his clad thigh. The thin of your underwear made it easier for you to grind against him, hot and sweaty you could feel yourself getting closer-

Coming to an abrupt stop because of the strong pair of hands glueing your hips into place you mewled at the loss of contact.

“No! was so close.” Tears filling your eyes.

“Aw baby, don't you want to cum on my fingers instead? don't cry shh now.” He twisted you around so you were facing him, clasping your face in his rough hands.

“Y-yes please.” Pulling your panties to the side, and with a satisfied hum Leon slipped two of his fingers into your throbbing hole.

“Oh!” You were surprised at your own noises, but maybe that's because your senior had his fingers buried deep inside of you.

“You like that?” The smug look annoyed you a bit, but you couldn't open your mouth because if you did you weren't going to form a coherent sentence for him to understand.

A low whine slipped its way from under your breath, making you slap a hand to your filthy mouth. Leon saw this, grabbing your hand that was plastered across your face and pinning it to the ground.

You were panting, the curdling feeling in your stomach increasing second by second.

“I want to hear you, want to hear how good I'm making you feel.” Leon mumbled inside your ear, sending straight up shivers rolling down your slumped form pressed tightly against his broad chest.

“Leon I'm gonna- I can't hold it I'm gonna be too loud-!” He already knew this with the way you were tightening your walls around his fingers like you never wanted them to leave.

Leon hushed you and you panicked as the coil in your abdomen snapped making you scream but Leon was quicker pressing a large hand swiftly to your loud mouth.

You rode out your high by grinding against his lap, until finally you were back down to earth again.

“Baby if you're that loud with just my fingers, how are you gonna take my actual dick?”

You flushed an incredibly red colour, “You want to do that?”

His eyes glinted, “Of course I do, we've gone too far to start anew.”

The corruption was real, and Leon had you in the palm of his hand.

He dropped his pants, clutching his throbbing cock in one hand stroking it as you watched him. Your eyes fluttering hidden beneath your long lashes making Leon's cock twitch.

“Do you want to help me out angel?” His grin widened, as he watched you move from your sprawled out position on the ground.

“Yes please, I want to.” You sprung up at the opportunity, making him chuckle at your eagerness to please him. To please your senior.

You were naked completely, vulnerable to the touch and Leon watched you move your unblemished, smooth skin unmarked. He'll have to fix that later.

Holding his cock, you felt the warmth of his skin blossoming beneath your fingers. Your up and down movements made Leon grit his teeth, head leaning against the cracked wall as you rubbed him increasingly.

“Oh fuck yes, go faster.”

His command worked wonders on you, as you sped up your movements. Leon opened his eyes and took in the view right in front of him. Plump lips swollen covered in something he believed to be his own saliva, hair messily strewn on your head, and the sparkly red nail polish looked good holding him like that. He didn't really think your nail polish was professional at first but he just found it really cute now.

He was coming before he knew it. Spurts of cum covered himself, and he couldn't remember the last time he'd been this intimate with somebody.

“That's a lot.” Your widened eyes caught his attention and he chuckled.

“That's the way you make me feel, now why don't you clean up the mess you made?”

Your mouth was honest to god heavenly. Heavenly could really only be the one that could describe you finally on your knees gracing your presence for Leon to admire.

“Oh yeah, get that tongue working c'mon.” He was huffing and puffing by the time you were done, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand.

“C'mere, come and ride me before we have to get going.” You gulped as you shifted your body weight over to Leon.

Slowly sinking yourself down onto him you felt his dick press against your inner side.

“Did you miss the entrance because you're still a little out of it baby?” He lifted you off of his lap, stroking your clit making you bite your tongue hard.

“You should try again, maybe you'll land a bullseye.” His glistening eyes didn’t seem blue anymore, but something darker entirely like he was enjoying embarrassing you.

You sunk down again, the burning sensation of Leon's cock filling your walls made tears prick your eyes.

“Need help moving?” He muttered softly in your ear.

“N-no I don’t” Your head lolled into the crook of his neck, smelling the sweat and dirt accumulated from the job. It was surprisingly comforting and you stayed like that till you heard Leon chuckle grabbing a fistful of your tied up hair yanking your head back not too hard but it definitely wasn’t soft either.

“You're so stubborn, just ask for help, you know?”

Grabbing a hold of your hips, he began to grind you against his cock and you made your way towards the snug spot in his chest once again.

“Mmph Leon- so big!”

“Or maybe you're just too small.”

Your bottom lips trembled at his words, a shudder passing over you as you gripped onto his shoulder practically glueing your hand to his skin. Making out the top of the ganandos heads you gasped when you saw one of their heads slowly turning to observe the surroundings.

Without thinking you pushed Leon to the ground, his damp hair tickling your face as you held your breath. He looked at you confused, but you just enveloped your lips in his to stop your high pitched moans. His cock was impossibly deep inside of you at this angle, slick dripping down your leg as you felt yourself reaching that orgasmic bliss.

“Any reason why you did that?”

“They were fuck- gonna see us.”

“Well they would have seen me fucking you stupid that’s all.” Grabbing your ass cheeks, Leon bounced you harder on his cock. You couldn’t even warn him as you cummed hard, creaming his cock trickling down your thighs.

Muscles tensing as a hard wave of overstimulation washed over your whole body, Leon had rolled you over pounding into you as hard as he could. Grunting and fallen curses leaving his blessed lips as he came hard inside of you. You're already warm insides, warmed even more by his creamy load.

“So glad I got to feel that pussy, hope you're on birth control baby.”

“What if I’m not?”

You were, but wanted to tease him a bit, get his heart pumping.

“Well there’s no morning after pills around here, I mean I could ask the merchant but I don’t think he’d have those in stock so- Ouch!”

A sharp pain to the ribs welcomed Leon, as he clutched his now sore side baby blue eyes blinking up at you as he watched you pull your pants up grimacing.

“Hey what was that for?”

“For being a dick, superiors can still be dicks, you know.”

He huffed, crossing his arms, eyes narrowing at your appearance.

“Well if you want a mini Kennedy running around your legs for the next twenty years, be my guest but he’d be tough just like his papa.”

Leon had finished pulling his pants up, and buckling his belt before running a hand through his matte blonde strands.

“I was joking, Leon.” You clicked your tongue.

“Oh right, I knew that.”

“Sure ya did, now how am I going to wear this?” You brandished the torn underwear you held between your thumb and index finger.

“Well, that’s pretty unwearable rookie I’d go look for another pair.”

“We fucked and your still calling me rookie?” You hissed. “Where exactly do you want me to look for another pair of underwear in this shithole?”

His eyes were travelling to the stairs that led to the top of the house,you caught that following his lead.

“No way Leon! I am not wearing someone else's underwear, gross!” You scowled at the thought.

“Underwear really wasn’t covering you anyways, but hey It’d be nice to feel my cum drip down your legs, show you who took you right here.”

He placed a swift kiss on the corner of your mouth, leaving you to indulge in your new feelings for your sarky but extremely attractive superior.

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222col · 2 months

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dom!patrick being possessive and fed up of your brattiness | 18+

"stop fucking teasing me," he's almost begging you, slipping a t-shirt over his head as you pull your skirt up an inch higher. "get changed" he's ordering you now. patrick isn't used to being this jealous or possessive. "patrick we're going to a club not fucking church" you'll argue with him, he's not used to it. he'll grab your body and pull you into him, almost winding you. forcing you to look at him in the mirror, "you're fucking mine, that ass is mine," he spanks you, "these tits are mine," he gropes them, "quit showing off or i'll never fuck you again" you scoff, he's threatened you with that before, never works.

"don't like it? don't come" you'll push his body off yours and head for the door. you hear him punch the wall when the door swings closed behind you, like he won't be following you down the stairs within 2 minutes of the door closing. your necks already covered in hickeys, your short skirt exposes the bruises on your hips. "hurry up" you shout as you start walking down the road, and of course, he runs to catch up with you. "you're a fucking nightmare" he'll reply, another spank on your ass.

he can't stand the way people look at you, like he can see the fantasies in their heads as you dance in the middle of the club. he wants to punch the thoughts out of every guy there, it wouldn't be the first time he punched someone for how they looked at you. he'd wrap his arm around you, forcing you to dance on him, looking every guy dead in the eyes, warning them, you're his. he can't stand that you'll play up to it, staring at some random guy as you grind against him. "quit being a fucking slut"

he'll drag you into the bathroom, stall door barely closed before he's pushing you onto your knees. "show me how much of a little whore you are then" his pants around his ankles, not bothering to wear any underwear, he never does anymore, he fucks you too much to worry about putting any on. hand prints on your face after he slaps you for taking too long. "not so much of a brat now are you?" he'll spit in your mouth before forcing his cock in. he fucks your throat, he doesn't care about keeping quiet, you've been kicked out of most places you go to for fucking in the bathroom, he loves getting caught because you get so shy.

he'll finish in your mouth, forcing you to let some of his load drip onto your shirt. he'll fuck you down an alley or in the bushes on the way home, he just can't resist you. he'll slap you for holding in your moans, he'd get arrested for indecent exposure just to show the world how much you love his cock. you'll stumble home, he keeps you steady with his arm around your waist, he knows you didn't have too much to drink, just drunk from his cock.

you still surprise him though, he'll get into bed, waiting for you. "what, too tired to go again zweig?" like an animal in heat, you can't get enough of him. all he does is remove any last remaining articles of clothing from his body, "you do the work this time, whore, sit on it" laying back waiting for you to ride him. hands behind his head, watching your tits bounce up and down as you go. his eyes close, the sound of a slap across his face echos. you're smirking at him, you know you're in trouble now. in one motion he picks you up and throws you onto the floor, falling on top of you as he pounds into you quicker and harder. "don't you fucking dare do that again"

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New Tank Top | Kylian Mbappé x Fem Reader

Summary: Kylian is feeling quite a bit possessive after you show off your new tank top at one of his matches.

Warnings: Filthy smut. Minors stay far away from this, I'm begging. Reader has big boobs! Posessive!Kylian, slight dom!Kylian, teasing, hickeys, titty fucking, dick sucking, nipple play, light choking, cussing, let me know if I missed anything! — English is not my first language —

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Kylian was truly obsessed with your boobs.

Like a lot of things, having an above average rack was a blessing and a curse. When you first met Kylian, you were worried that he only wanted to get you naked, seeing that you’d catch him taking a peek at your cleavage an embarrassing amount of times.

Ultimately for him, he fell for you hard… and your boobs were just a giant perk of having you all to himself. There wasn’t any doubt he was a boob man. He considered them built in pillows and would take long naps on them, sometimes even leaving drool on your T-shirt — something you found very gross yet endearing. When that time came around, he was always eager to get the twins out, latching onto one of them while his hand gave the other the attention it deserves.

But much like you, he also considered them a blessing and a curse.

Kylian is protective by nature, always keeping a tight arm around your waist to let all the other men know you were spoken for. He saw their lowering stares and wanted to punch them in their stupid faces. The worst was scrolling through social media. He remembered when you two first announced your relationship how many comments were talking about just your boobs. Some of them were really nasty; raunchy to the point where he had to stop himself from retaliating and fighting over Instagram comments with some random fourteen year old in Cheshire.

You never felt smothered by his actions because you knew he trusted you, it was just his way of showing love. He never told you what to wear or made you feel objectified. Besides, men are pigs — and by and large, they all respect Kylian Mbappé. If they wouldn’t respect you, they sure as hell would respect your boyfriend. That was your perk.

“Kylian, no!” You giggled, voices bouncing around the walls of some random equipment room Kylian had dragged you into in Parc des Princes. “What the hell has gotten into you?”

Kylian definitely just left a hickey, feeling him sucking on the side of your neck like he wanted to draw blood. He didn't even plan this attack on you, but he took one single look at you – decked out in PSG attire, his number proudly displayed on the front of your tank top – and this random, spur of the moment make out session before a match came to fruition.

Kylian lowers his kisses, trailing down to your cleavage, leaving softer and deeper kisses there, nibbling at your skin whenever he felt like it. His fingers tugged the bottom of your shirt down, revealing more and more of what he wanted to see. The lacy fringe from your black bra made him blow out a breath involuntarily, giving your skin goosebumps with the light breeze.

“Earth to Kylian?” You slurred, trying to keep your composure as best you could seeing that he needed to walk out on the pitch in, like, five minutes. He just continues his trail, sucking yet another love bite. “Hey.” You tusk, pushing his shoulder back slightly.

Kylian stands up straight, eyes so hooded and dark that it makes you laugh. God, this man was so easy to read. “Hm?” He hums obliviously, digging his fingers into your waist.

“We don’t have time. You gotta get out there.”

Kylian just bites his lip, eyes dipping back to your impressive chest, continuing to tug at your shirt. He groans. “Yeah, yeah, I know.” He flickered his eyes up and down, but this only made his hungry lips stop for a second or two. Your gravity was too strong. It was like he forgot anything about a match when his lips landed on yours again, open and wet, taking the plump of your lower lips between his teeth with a quiet but throaty moan.

How could you resist the way he devoured you? Slow but desperate, needy like he had never seen a pair of tits before. His fingers traveled from your hips to the under of your boobs, massaging his fingers delicately as they began to let them explore further. He took his lips from yours and dipped his face inside the crook of your two boobs, letting his tongue graze your skin freely. You giggled at his lack of self-control, something out of character for him. It wasn’t until you felt the sting of his teeth on the apex of your tit that you pushed him back.

“Kylian!” You shake your head and playfully slap his shoulder.

His overdramatic ass held the spot, hissing. “Ay! Why’d you do that?”

“I’m sitting with your mom and now I’m covered in hickeys.”

He laughed a little, but stopped when he saw your face was slightly serious past the wall of infatuation. He cleared his throat, tugging your shirt up high enough to cover one of them, then quirking his eyebrow at the one on your neck.

“Do you have a scarf?” He grins. You slap his arm again. “Ow! Okay, okay! I’m sorry. I just couldn’t help myself. It’s this damn top.” He gestures, hugging your hips.

“Oh, it’s my shirt's fault now, is it?” He always made you smile, even if you were about to embarrass yourself in front of his mother.

The top was new… you bought it off some small business and it finally came in. A little smaller than you expected, a little more revealing for sure, but it paired nicely with the scorching summer weather. Plus, Kylian was clearly a fan.

He kissed you deeply once more, running his hands over the top of your ass, fingers stretching downward to give you a wanting squeeze.

"Later." You mumble against his lips, dragging your body away from his cage, having to push him with a laugh when he tries to hold you harder. "Good luck today. I love you."

"Love you too." He watched you intently as you left, blowing him a rushed air kiss. He sighed, looking down at his slightly tighter shorts. With a tusk, he threw his hands down. "Well, shit."

The game was tough to concentrate on and his eyes frequently wandered up the stands to the place he knew you were. You were almost just a speck but even just the sliver of the sight of you made his brain goo up, forcing himself to snap out of it and focus on the ball rolling around the grass an embarrassing amount of times.

You sat the entire game with your hand casually around your neck, thanking the soccer gods that the game was over in just thirty seconds. The concealer in your purse helped, but the hyper-awareness of the mark around his parents was too strong. The whistle blew loudly and everyone cheered for the home team.

With a big breath, you went over to Kylian parents to say your goodbyes. You hoped you didn’t seem rude by keeping your distance from them this evening, but even though you and Ky are both grown adults and they most likely know you do stuff, it still seems disrespectful to flaunt around the bruise that their son sucked onto your skin like an animal.

You leaned in and kissed Fayza and Wilfried while using your phone to cover the wine colored spot on your neck as best you could. “We need to plan something soon!” You cheered, your phone chiming over and over again.

Wilfried nods, smiling widely. “Oh, please. I’ll make some of that chicken you liked last time”

Buzz. Buzz.

You ignore it.

“Yes! That’d be great.”

Your phone wouldn’t stop buzzing, distracting the painfully awkward goodbye.

“Do you need to get that?” Fayza giggled after the tenth notification. You knew who it was. Who else would it be but your horny boyfriend with nothing on his mind but your tits, high off his teams’ win against Lens.

You nod and laugh it off. “Yeah, I probably should. My, uh… friend is looking for me.” Clearly a lie. You were never too good at fibbing – not that it ever stopped you from trying when the truth was more damning. You wave a final goodbye and weave through crowds of people while simultaneously trying to keep up with all the messages that flooded your cell, saying quick ‘sorry’s and ‘excuse me’s while shuffling past the masses.

Ky: Get down here right now

Ky: Couldn’t stop thinking about you, amour.

Ky: I’ll come find you if I have to. I need you so bad.

Ky: I think I deserve a victory prize

Ky: That tank top is my new favorite thing you own. So fucking hot.

You shook your head with a suppressed chuckle and a clear ache forming in your lower stomach until finally, you made it to the entrance surrounded by security, showing them your badge and a smile. The desperation in your step must’ve looked silly as you searched for his face in every person that came into your line of vision in the significantly less crowded area, hoping to see his familiar lust filled eyes.

You: Outside the locker rooms

It couldn't have even been thirty seconds after you message him that he walked out, letting the door shut behind the celebratory cheers of his teammates, eyes dead set on yours – no shirt, very low hanging shorts, sweat still glistening on his skin from an intense ninety minutes and harsh lights of the hallway.

You slowly blink through your sultry stare, feeding on the muscles contracting under his skin with every step he took. “Congratul-”

He didn’t care for your congratulations or whatever you were about to say, he took your waist and planted a kiss on your lips – one that soldiers give their wives after coming home from war. One that swept you off your feet, letting the strength of his tired arms hold you up, resisting the urge to kick up your foot while your arms draped around his neck.

He pulled back with the most blown out pupils you’d seen him have in a while.

Jesus, this Etsy shop is getting five stars and a novel-long review.

You breathe in deep and remember there are quite a few people lingering around – people with cameras and you’re not really sure how well either of you are hiding your needs right now. Kylian definitely wasn’t. You felt it poking the inside of your thigh.

“Come on.” He grumbled, running his tongue over his teeth behind his lopsided smirk, eyes flicking between your eyes and lips like he was malfunctioning.

With a firm hand on the small of your back, he leads you down the hallway to a lesser populated area. He stopped abruptly by the mens bathroom and looked around for any witnesses before pushing his back against the door, dragging you with him in with his tight grip on you.

“Really? The men's bathroom?” You question, watching him lock the door as you sauntered over to the huge sinks, taking a look at yourself in the mirror.

He smirks so devilishly when he comes up behind you, slow and taunting, shamelessly undressing you with his stare all while ignoring your question. He didn’t even hear it, completely unable to multitask at the moment. “Stop gawking.” You demand shyly as you watch his reflection get closer and closer to your backside.

He cocks his head. “Am I gawking?”

“Completely.”

You breathe in when his front hits your back and his hand finds your exposed thigh. The gentlest touch – barely grazing his way up and up with the pads of his fingers, feeling every goosebump he’s formed along the way. His hand reaches your hip, pulling you into his body desperately and roughly, a complete 180 from just a single second ago, his jagged breathing tickling your ear.

“I think I’m allowed to gawk at my girlfriend.” He decides, watching your eyes blink slowly as you observe him in the reflection. His eyes dip down over your shoulder, getting the view he so desperately wanted, his hands unstoppable as they tug the material of your shirt down from the bottom hem, revealing your cleavage more and more. “Where’d you get this shirt, hm?”

You try and gulp subtly, but the twitch in his crooked smile lets you know it didn't go unnoticed. “Why do you need to know?”

“So I know where to get you another when I rip this one off of you.” He finally plants a kiss to your skin, right where your shoulder meets that strap of the tank top. He bites the strap and tugs at it, letting it snap back onto your skin. You shudder at the feeling and he laughs menacingly at your reaction. The vibrations from his chest go straight to your aching chore, so sensitive to every touch and sensation.

You turn around and face him, tits now squished against his shirtless figure, clearly sending his brain into overdrive as he lowers his face until his lips meet the tops of your boobs with a wet tongue. He tugs the shirt down and down, mouth closely following the skin as it’s revealed until the material is bunched up under your bra, surely stretching out the straps irreversibly – but fuck, who cares. He had his nose buried comfortably between your cleavage, making you throw your head back as his hands found your ass. He gives you a good squeeze before lifting you up onto the countertop, pulling back only to look at how his spit glistened on the mounds.

He was hypnotized by the shimmer, almost drooling at the sight as he mumbles a french curse word you didn’t really hear. You grab the hem of his shorts, pulling him even closer than before and letting the material snap back onto his skin with a vengeful giggle.

He shakes his head and tusks threateningly. “Why are you being bad?” His voice is so low.

“Bad?” You smirk, running a finger all the way down his jaw, down his jugular, his chest, until you hook it back on his shorts. You look for his reaction before letting it snap back again. He breathes in through his mouth, jaw slightly unhinged with lack of control. “What if I feel like being bad?” You taunt in a whisper sensually, provoking your overly aroused boyfriend, watching his eyes turn completely black, lust blown and taking in every image of you.

“You’re asking for it.” He warns – and it was a warning. A chilling one. His fingers dug harshly into your waist. The material of your jean shorts were certain to leave a pattern in the shape of his long and strong digits.

You take a second to really contemplate, or at least pretend to – narrowing your eyes at him and biting your lip as your gaze traced his collarbones. Your hands still rested on his shorts and you peeked between your bodies to see the tent he had pitched. Fuck. You slowly grazed your calf on his before digging your fingers right back under the hem, staring into his dangerous eyes, knowing you were done for when you let it snap once more, much harsher than the last time.

You couldn’t stop the smile that made its way to your face as he turned dark at your blatant disobedience. He shakes his head, looking at you in a way that turned you on and frightened you all at once.

He was about to say something and you were dying to hear it; faces only inches away as you both breathed jaggedly, hands ready to roam and feel – but the door was trying to be opened on the other side.

You both whipped your heads in the direction, thankful that Kylian had locked it. “Shh. Ignore it.” He whispers, but then someone knocks.

“Kylian?” You both hear from the outside.

“Merde.” He huffs, severely disappointed with closed eyes, helping you off the counter. “It’s coach.”

“Oh my god, what?” You whisper. “What do I do?”

He ushered you to the big stall as the knocking continued. “One second!” He calls, closing the door on you as he hurries to get rid of Glatier.

You can hear them from the stall, back leaned against the wall as you fixed your exposed bra in case you were busted.

“Hi, coach.” You hear Kylian greet his superior.

“Kylian… what are you doing?” Glatier’s laugh sounds uneasy.

“I just… needed some alone time…” The way he said it makes you want to slap your hand on your forehead. You hoped he hid his little problem in his waistband, or something, or else Glatier will think that he was jerking off in here. Not that the truth was any better… “You need something?”

Glatier takes a second. “No, I was just wondering where you were and someone said they saw you come down this way. Your parents were waiting for you out there – oh! Hi, Wilfried. I found him.”

No. Fucking. Way.

“Your mother and I have been texting you, Kyky.” His dad laughs and you hear him pat him on the shoulder.

Kylian chuckles… very uncomfortably. “Oh, sorry, papa. I was just coming back.”

“Where’d (Y/N) run off to? She left in a rush, have you seen her?”

“Oh… uh… no?” God, he sucks at this. “She’s meeting us by the locker rooms in a couple minutes, I’m sure. Let’s go there now.”

You hear the door close and make sure the silence meant you were truly alone before trepidatiously stepping out of the stall. You need to splash some water on your face. It was hot in this bathroom after the events that just took place. You ran your hand under the cool water and pressed a cold, wet palm to your neck, hoping your blushing would subside with the change of temperature. With another quick look-over and adjusting your tank top over the bruised up mark, you decide you look just fine.

You open the door and immediately bump chests with someone. “Oh, sorry.” You mumble with an awkward laugh.

The man about your age quirks an eyebrow. “You know this is the mens room, right?”

You nod. “Ha, yeah. The urinals gave it away. Sorry.” You step around him and try to continue to walk down the hallway.

“Wait!” You hear the man yell. You turn as he approaches you again. “What’s your name?” The miniscule flicker of his eyes peeking at your cleavage made your skin crawl. Instinctively, you cross your arms over your chest.

You look back and spot Kylian talking with his parents down the hall, a clean shirt now covering his once exposed torso. “Um. (Y/N).” You begin walking away again, but he turns you around with a touch on your arm and you shrug his hand off with a face that screamed ‘not interested’.

The hint was not received.

“I’m Luca. And you are beautiful.” He smiles, the beer on his breath now evident.

You purse your lips. “Thanks… okay, bye.” You turn once more, only to be stopped once more.

“You’re sassy, aren’t you?” He chuckles, taking out his phone. “Let me get your Instagram.”

You shake your head. “I have a boyfriend.”

He persists. “It’s just Instagram.”

“Sorry, but no.” You really tried walking away this time and kept walking even though he called out to you again by name.

He grabs your arm once again as he stands in front of you now, still smiling cheekily. “I can play hard-to-get. I like games. ” You try to shake off his grasp but he insists until you physically take his hand off of your forearm.

“I’m not playing any games, dude.” You say while he now shamelessly looks down your top. You roll your eyes and grimace, feeling a gross shiver come up your spine as you, once more, try to get away from him.

Kylian is walking toward you with an angry step, his expression just as furious. You could hear the guy still walking behind you as Kylian gets closer, his eyes locked behind you where you’re sure Luca was on the receiving end of a frightening death glare. Kylian wraps a secure arm around your waist and pushes you to stand behind him. You felt like a toddler hiding behind their mommy, peering around your boyfriends bulky frame to see Luca starstruck to be in the presence of someone like Kylian.

“Ah, man!” He shouts excitedly. “Fuckin’ Mpabbé’s your boyfriend?” He asks you as if this was a monumental moment of realization for him. Kylian steps up to the guy who still hadn't realized the fury radiating from his body.

You tugged Kylians hand and looked toward his parents who were now looking in your direction, concerned by the looks of it. “Come on, Ky. I’m fine. Let it go. Please.”

You could tell the second Luca realized that he had severely angered this professional athlete and he was absolutely no match against your man. He gulped and backed up. “My bad, man,” was all he said as he backtracked down the hallway, not even using the bathroom like you’re certain he intended to.

Kylian watched him disappear behind some double doors before he even turned to you, squeezing your hand in his, pulling you close and kissing your hairline. You were almost mad at him for causing a scene but much too relieved that he came to save you to say anything. Fayza and Wilfried looked a little angry themselves as they chatted about the ordeal with disapproving shakes of the head. You couldn’t hear them but what else could it be, right?

“I didn’t like the way he was looking at you.” Kylian stated, taking a couple of breaths as you approached his family, humiliated by what they had to witness.

“Are you okay, dear?” Fayza asks with a comforting hand on your arm.

You wave it off. “Yeah, no, I'm fine.”

“Good, good.” She looks at you with a remorseful and motherly stare. You hated that kind of pitiful attention, especially from Kylians parents.

“Anyway…” You chuckle trying to diffuse the palpable tension, “great game, Ky.”

He squeezes your hand once more and smiles tensely, the obvious feelings of jealousy still simmering at the surface. “Thank you.”

His mom rubbed his back, noticing his stiff demeanor after the situation. “Go home and relax, mon amour.” She says to him tenderly.

“I wish.” He huffs, hand still tangled in yours. “We have to stay here for a few more hours. The club owners are coming by with friends, or something.”

You frowned. “I was going to make us some dinner tonight.” You weren’t. But, you squeezed his hand and made him look at you – your needy eyes, desperate to finish what you’d started.

His lip twitches, reading your intentions clearly. “I’ll still eat. Wait for me.”

A certain habit you had that Kylian didn’t care for was taking care of yourself when he was too busy. Impatience wasn’t something you could always help, especially when it meant sitting alone with dirty thoughts about your boyfriend overtaking you – all of you.

“Don’t keep her waiting too long, Kylian.” His mom tusks. “Poor girl, must be starving.”

“Yeah, Ky.” You smirk and look up at him with those damn eyes he can’t resist. “I’m starving.”

His parents left after the traffic had died down and you weren’t far behind them, much to Kylians dismay. He was able to corner you for a quick and handsy make out session for only a few minutes until you were caught by Marquinhos and Ramos. They whooped and hollered as you blushed furiously, covering your face as Kylian shooed them away and doing his best to cover you, but a proud little smirk found its way onto his face. He disputed you when you said you’d wait for him at home, wanting you to stay so badly – but you kissed him goodbye and left with a wink, squeezing your chest together as you walked out.

You were like a virus. A fucking vixen, or something. The power you held over him was unspoken, but you were both aware that you knew ways to drive him absolutely crazy.

In the absence of you, his thoughts were reduced to filthy scenarios of when he finally got home. He was so bored just sitting there, watching the club owners and their old friends sit around a table, completely uninterested in the team's presence. No one understood why they still had to be there, but couldn’t disobey Glatier’s request – order – for all of them to stick around until the owners & friends decided to go home.

Kylian scrolled endlessly on his phone, jumping from app to app trying to entertain himself as best he could. He had scrolled so far on Instagrams 'recommended posts’ feed that his thumb was getting sore. He came across a picture from today's match that made him smile. It was you in the stands with his mom, laughing with her about something. He wished he knew what it was, but felt warm at the idea that you and her had little moments like that when he wasn’t around.

@kylianfanpage: (Y/N) and Fayza at today's home match against Lens.

He clicked the share button and sent you the post… but quickly wished he didn’t.

He should have skimmed the comments first and felt stupid for not even thinking about that. Comment sections are the fucking worst. He scrolled through the hundred or so responses with a pit in his stomach, grimacing at every objectifying comment from these people who didn’t know you. His mind couldn’t stop itself from going astray, wondering if those guys thought about you in ways they shouldn’t. You – his girl – in their dirty fucking fantasies.

You: Lmao the comments… looks like this top is a crowd pleaser

He stared at your message enraged that you weren’t more pissed off about them.

Ky: It’s not funny.

Ky: They shouldn’t talk about you like that.

Ky: They know you’re mine.

You leaned against the kitchen counter with your thumbnail taken between your teeth as Kylian continued his possessive outburst. It wasn’t necessarily a humorous situation – all these people looking at you as just a pair of tits – but, sadly, you were kind of used to it. Eventually, you realize that their comments only matter if you let them matter. Kylian was the one who actually told you that wise advice, seemingly unable to follow his own instructions.

You let him continue ranting to himself over text while you prepared to take a picture for him. Bra poking out of the infamous shirt, high angle for his sake, pursed lips and sexy eyes – you snapped only a single selfie and sent it.

You: Just come home and fuck me already.

The other side went silent. The first time your phone had stopped buzzing since he began scrolling the comments. He was too occupied staring at this picture to have his dumb little fingers type anything at all, not that he could even come up with the right response to such a tantalizing photo. His back was pressed against the wall, phone so close to his face in case a teammate decided to look over his shoulder. His hand was covering his mouth and rubbing his chin, only able to tear his mind out of the gutter when he heard someone calling his name.

The party's end was long overdue and finally people started saying their goodbyes.

Kylian shook every hand as quickly as he could without seeming rude, but – god – he just wanted to go home to you. He wanted the daydreams that he’s formed over the past few hours to become real; to feel your skin under his. Hot, sweaty, sticky. He wanted to hear you scream out his name for all of Paris to hear so they’d know that it was him, and only him, that could make you feel that good. He wanted to draw out noises that you’d never made before and watch you unravel for him – so vulnerable and powerless against the bedsheets.

It wasn’t like him to ask the driver to speed up, but he was really fighting the urge to just take over the wheel and steer himself home like the maniac he had been reduced to. His leg bounced in the back seat as he counted every street sign until he reached the very last one before his home – the one you didn’t officially occupy, but you might as well, spending most of your days there with him. He loved coming home to someone and dreaded the days when you actually went to your place to water your plants or make sure it hadn’t burned down in your absence. The silence that waited behind his front door on those days was gloomy. He craved to hear the sweet sound of you resonating down the halls. The light patter of your socks against the hardwood or an abrupt giggle about some funny tweet, sometimes even the huff of frustration when he left his shoes in the middle of a room gave his heart an extra little beat. Just knowing your lives were intertwined with the most trivial little daily things that added up was enough to make his affections swell.

He loved you tenderly, but tonight was not one for delicate sentiments. No. He needed you just as you needed him; raw and rough. The both of you craved each other like animals in heat after having to scrounge every ounce of self control and patience. The way he looked at you, the way you looked at him. It was so exciting. Above all, he needed to prove that you were his. Prove it to who? Fucking everyone. Anyone who ever laid eyes on you and thought they had even a sliver of a chance could go to hell because it would only ever be him.

You heard the front door slam. You heard his footsteps approaching the kitchen. Yet, you didn’t make any moves to give him too much attention. With a glass of red wine in hand, you leaned back on the counter – some random playlist refusing to let the silence build any more sexual tension.

You smirk as he approaches you, stopping to eye you up and down. “You changed.”

You looked down at your new outfit: A pair of cotton shorts and a large hoodie. “I did.” You reach for another stemmed glass and pour him some of the same wine. Sauntering over to him, you hand him the glass, clicking it together with yours before taking another sip, never breaking eye contact. He doesn’t drink his, instead drinking you in completely.

Kylian takes the glass out of your hand and sets both of them inside the sink. “Do you think I’m waiting any longer to fuck you?” His words and glare tighten your tummy.

Whenever Ky got in headspaces like this, it sent you the urge to push his buttons a little bit. There was something so sexy about pissing him off just enough to get what you needed out of him. He was the gentle type – a bit goofy at times, and you adored that about him. But then these nights come around and it makes you wonder if there's a full moon in the sky causing these animalistic urges to become that much more obvious and aggressive.

“You took a really long time..” You say to him, reaching down and toying with his fingers that hung on the sides of his body. Just a minimal touch that you know he was so sensitive to right now. “I was lonely…”

He laughs dryly and takes a step forward, closing in on you as you take steps back in tandem. “Lonely?” He growls as your back hits the edge of the counter.

“Mhm.” You hum, basking in the heat that came off his body. “I almost couldn’t help myself.”

“But you did.” He watches for your confirmation, his arms trapping you between him and the marble. You make a guilty face and purse your lips, tugging at his white t-shirt with fidgety fingers. “Are you gonna answer me?” He demands to know.

You smirk. “Somehow, I found a way to control myself.” You pull his shirt closer to you. “‘Cause I knew you’d be mad if you came home and found me with my hand between my legs.” His eyes are dark when you tease a kiss on his lips, but pull away, leaving him with half lidded eyes and a lonely mouth. “I have a surprise for you, baby.” You disclose as your nails scratch at his hip bones mindlessly.

“For me?” He mumbles, but his brain clearly isn’t processing anything that well at the moment.

You nod and place a soft kiss to his open neck. Just one. Then you push him away slightly. With a teasing pace, you toy with the sweatshirt you had put over a new tank top – a white one that you didn’t necessarily mind getting sharpie on. If anything, this one was a little tighter and more revealing. You lifted the heavy sweater over your head as Kylian settled himself comfortably against the counter, watching you like prey.

His look of surprise is usually wide eyes and grand expressions, but this one was heavier in a sense. Half lidded eyes that only blink slower, ravaging you completely, almost predatory in a way that excites you. What have you gotten yourself into?

You had written in big bold letters across your chest: For Kylian Mbappé only.

He sucked air in through his teeth before biting his lip harshly, grabby hands finding your waist to pull you to him. “Mon Dieu…” He breathed, dipping his head down almost immediately to attach himself to your perky nipple that showcased itself through the thin material. His hands traced the skin just under your boobs and squished them together as he alternated sides. Your head is thrown back at the feeling of his warm tongue and gentle bites, holding his head in place, right where you wanted him.

He pulls back just enough to see how the shirt had become see through with his spit, humming and running his thumbs over the harsh peaks of your marbled tits.

“Do you like it?”

He makes an instinctive noise with his throat as a response, pushing the material up. Your tits were taut as he tried to roll it upwards until they bounced out, Kylian watching so intently you physically felt his eyes on your body.

“You wanna fuck ‘em?” You tease, standing there and letting him eat you alive with his stare.

He looks up at you with a breath caught in his throat. He bites his lip. Hard. Immediately wrapping a hand around your neck and bringing you in. He didn’t even need to warm you up to his tongue as you felt it roll on the roof of your mouth. The hand that didn’t have a hold on your throat was placed on your ass to guide you, walking with him as best you could while he attached himself to you like a leech.

Desperately, you tugged his shirt off over his head, throwing it in some random direction while he stumbled your entwined bodies toward the bedroom, but stopping right by the couch in the living room. He pulled away and pushed you down onto it. You fell with a ‘hmph’, eyes wide with surprise at the sudden action while Kylian stood over you, stroking his length through his shorts.

“I can’t wait another minute, amour.” He growled as he walked to the edge of the sofa. You made quick movements of sitting up, looking at him through your lashes when your hands desperately latched to the hem of his pants and pulled them down with his boxers, taking him into your mouth with no warning. He hummed in approval, finally getting a taste of the satisfaction he’d been craving from you all day long. Your cravings were also being curved when his cock hit the back of your throat. You needed him buried inside of you – deep enough for you to see stars, rough enough that you’d be sore in the morning.

He pushed your forehead back after only a few seconds, his shaft glistening with your spit.

“Lay down.” An order you immediately followed. He straddled your chest with his dick in his hand, pumping it while the other played with your bare tits, squeezing and tugging at your nipples harshly.

He had never fucked your tits before, surprisingly enough. His obsession with them was obvious and he verbalized it to you every time he got to thinking about them. Secretly, you loved when you caught him leering at them, though you acted quite shy about it. It happened so often that you were sure he’d have asked you by now if he could get off between your boobs. He never had… but, fuck… he knew exactly how.

He toyed his tip against your perked nipples, watching intently as they rolled under his own skin, so soft and supple. It wasn’t long he did that before you pushed the girls together to give him the necessary tension he desired.

He shakes his head with a long sigh. “Tu es mon vice, putain.” You’re my fucking vice.

The way he watched his tip disappear between the flesh ws pornagraphic in itself. You wanted to see it, you really did. By the look on his face it was a hot view… but his eyebrows furrowing slightly upward… his jaw slack… his hooded eyes blinking only when necessary… you fucking love that man.

“Feels good, huh, baby?” You say in a tempting whisper, squeezing them tighter around him.

He nods as his eyes close and his head is thrown back, a sigh of pleasure wheezing out of his parted lips. His tip poked out of your cleavage, urging you to stick your tongue out and taste him. “Fuck.”

He looked down at you and quickened his pace, thrusts dragging against our skin. He harshly ripped your hands off of your own boobs, letting them fall naturally. “Spit on it, ange.”

You did.

He took over the job of squishing them together, using his thumbs to play with your sensitive nipples. The moans you squealed out with the stimulation were filthy. Just absolute music to his ears.

You couldn’t tear your eyes away from his face, beads of sweat collecting and reflecting off the kitchen light you’d left on. His chiseled chest moved to the pace of his heavy breathing. The bone of his hip flexed with every thrust, and you just had to reach forward and grasp his skin because he was too good to be true.

“You’re so goddamn sexy.” The words slurred out of your lips, forcing him to look down at your bouncing body under his.

He was overtaken with pride. You were his. He wanted to give you everything and take care of you. The day hell froze over was the day another man could even conceive the possibility of a chance with you. Even the thought of that caused him to pull away and shuffle down to the other end of the couch.

He might as well have ripped your shorts off with how harshly he yanked them down, exposing you to his greedy eyes. “You’re all mine. Fuck, you’re so wet.” He attatched his fingers flat on your core, spreading your juices and focusing the pressure on your clit. The buildup of it all made you jolt at first contact, gasping as your knees instinctively shut. He clicked his tongue disapprovingly. “You need me that bad?”

“Mhm.” You whine.

He opened your legs back up with his large and warm palm, squeezing the fat of your thigh as he positioned his cock to your entrance, teasing both of you as he ran it through your folds.

“You think any other man can make you feel like I can?”

You shook your head, desperate for his tip to break into you. “No. Never. No one else.”

“Good girl.” He chuckled almost maliciously, slowly prodigy himself inside of you – just the tip.

Your lip was caught harshly between your teeth as you waited for him to push it in deeper, but he stayed still, your hole stretched out with his head resting inside you. He hovered over you, placing kisses to your neck and collarbone, sucking a big hickey on your skin, but you hadn’t noticed until you felt him biting. You whimper at the sting and he pulls off, soothing the spot with a lick. Your hands travel to his ass and try to pull him in to move, but he wouldn’t budge – instead moving to another part of your chest and repeating his actions.

“Ky… please, baby.”

He finished his artwork before looking up and meeting your hazy stare, a lopsided smirk telling you everything you needed to know. It told you everything you needed to tell him.

“I’m yours, Kylian.” You whisper desperately. “Only yours. No one else can have me.” You jut your hips forward, but he stayed still, cynical smile still painted across his face. “Fuck, baby, please. You make me feel so good. I need you so bad. Fuck me already, Jesus Christ... Please.” You begged shamelessly, hands still trying to push him inside which he found humorous.

He put his lips on yours seductively, kissing you like he owned you. It took you by surprise, delightfully moving your hand to his shoulders and holding him tightly.

In one movement, he dragged the entirety of his length inside your gunny walls. You gasped into the kiss when you felt the delicious draw of his girth, and all Kylian could do was smile, mouth still on yours as you both breathed into each other. The moan you let out sent chills down his spine which your nails dragged over harshly.

The feel of your boobs squished under him drove him mad – truly, it did. The contact made his brain whir, hand finding a way to grasp at one of them, all the while sucking another mark into the side of your neck, just under your jaw.

His thrusts were deep and long, the sound of skin slapping together louder than the music that neither of you could even think about focusing on right now. The consistent pace was spellbinding. The trimmed tuft of hair on his pelvis rubbed on you sweetly, knotting up your stomach in the most glorious way.

His hand left your fatty flesh and found itself around your neck, putting just enough pressure on your pulse points.

“You like that?” Kylian grumbles, never flattering in his movements. You bite your lip and place your own palm over his knuckles, nodding as best you could with his hand wrapped around your throat, clenching your walls tightly around him. “Ah, merde… bébé…”

He began going faster. Harder. You were sure he couldn’t go any quicker as his grunts became more strained. By any definition, you were getting railed. He was fucking you into the soft couch cushions, tears of pleasure welling up in your eyes as the knot grew and grew. You were almost there, clutching onto his wrist as if it would anchor you. He saw your eyes begin to cross, your jaw limply hanging, your jagged and suppressed breaths becoming quicker with the intensity of his thrusts.

So he pulled out.

Taking his hand off your throat, he sat back and stood up, leaving your naked body on the couch – cold and whining. Your legs pressed together trying to replace the pressure that was there only seconds ago. Before you could really protest, he made another demand.

“Bend over the back of the couch.” He said this with his painfully hard dick in his hand, eating you alive with his red-hot stare.

You couldn’t even think about disobeying, your shaking limbs following orders before the words had really even been comprehended by your brain. You stuck your ass out toward him, forearms resting on the decorative table set behind the sofa as you peek back behind your shoulder to see your man leering at you with intensity. He grabbed the meat of your hips, landing a smack on one of your cheeks, soothing it with a kiss right after.

“I’m so crazy about you.” He mumbles, lining himself up and thrusting in without hesitation.

“Kylian!” You gasp, a moan following directly after. This new angle hitting that spot so perfectly, lulling your head forward onto the wooden surface. “God, that’s so good. You’re so fucking big.”

His hand found your hair, pulling your head back and arching your back. He leaned forward and bit your shoulder before sucking another mark onto you. Kylians breathing ticked your ear as he pressed himself closer to you. “This pussy’s fucking mine.” He licked the shell of your ear and continued his trail of blotchy stains. You don’t even know when he began playing with your tits again, rolling the bud between his thumb and forefinger.

He was kissing you anywhere he could reach, somehow maintaining a brutal pace that bounced your entire body back and forth. You felt him poking your cervix over and over, the tug on your scalp boosting every sensation you felt. It was a vicious fuck, shaking around the table so much that a couple of books fell and a decorative box tumbled onto the floor. Neither of you gave a shit, though. You two were too focused on each other to give a shit about anything at all.

“I’m so close, Ky…” Your voice shook with your warning.

“Not yet, amour. Not until I say so.”

You whimpered, shutting your eyes tightly, soaking in the sounds of the love you were making; skin on skin, colliding moans of pleasure, tired and strained heaving. The pull and tug of his quickly timed thrusts had your mind going elsewhere. There wasn’t a thought in your head except how your tight pussy was stretching to fit him and how good you felt… You could get a good assessment of how close Kylian was by looking at his face, but he had buried himself in the crook of your neck, hiding his expressions from your turned head, sucking yet another mark onto you.

You wanted to cum so bad. You could barely hold it with your mind's refusal to go elsewhere – unable to conceive any other thoughts. Your thighs were shaking, tears swelling to your waterline at the extreme pleasure mixed with the pain of holding back that only amplified your senses.

He moved his hand from your tits to your clit, making harsh and fast circles on it.

You screamed a moan and began to try and focus on your breathing. “Shit, baby – please. Can I cum? I-I can’t hold it.”

His breathing was so heavy against your skin. “Just a little longer.”

You whined with every thrust, eyes shut so tightly with focus. His fingers didn’t let up, not even when you felt his thrusts hesitate, a grunts taking over his throaty ‘ah, ah’s.

It must’ve only been a few seconds, but it felt like an eternity until he finally pressed his lips to your ear. “Let go for me.”

The moan that came out of you was long, loud, there must've been a curse in there somewhere but you were seeing stars, completely done for when Kylian painted your gummy pink walls white. His fingers kept going through your orgasm and his. It was only halfway through your come down that you even processed that you had gone limp, only held up by Kylians weakened arm that held you up by your stomach.

Ky places tired kisses on your shoulder, untangling his hand from your hair and rubbing it on your bare back. “You okay, cherie?” He asks between breaths.

You take a moment and nod, eyes shut and head resting on your folded arms. He pulled out with hiss, shuffling back on his feet and going to the kitchen to grab some wet paper towels to clean up the dripping mess from your used cunt.

You watched with a hazy glare as your boyfriend stood buck naked by the sink. “You have a cute butt.” You mumble with a smile.

Kylian laughs, shaking his head. “Stop gawking.”

You roll your eyes at his mockery, smile hiding behind your arm as he walks back to you and wiping you down softly – a little ‘sorry’ mumbled when he made you jolt by running it over your overly sensitive clit. You turn and relax on the couch, Kylian coming down right next to you, pulling you into his chest. The pair of you rested in silence, your ear pressed directly over his heart, the thumping sending you to sleep.

“Wanna go to bed?” He asks, tapping your arm to make sure you were lucid enough to hear him. You rub your eyes and nod, but make no effort to move. He chuckles, shaking you a tiny bit until your eyes open. “Come on, I’ll tuck you in.”

With shaky legs and a guiding hand from your loving boyfriend, he leads you up the stairs and under the comforter.

The next morning you wake up alone, as per usual. Kylian is off training and the first thought in your head is that you gotta get home to grab the mail. The poor mailman must be struggling to pack it into the little box attached to the front door. Groggily, you pick up your phone and read the good morning text from Kylian.

Ky: Good morning baby. You were sleeping like a damn rock when I left but you looked so cute.

It made you giggle.

You: Stalker

The floor was cold but the air was colder, seeing as you were still completely naked from last night, but power through and patter to the bathroom to pee… but your reflection in the mirror caught your attention.

You gasp, getting closer to see the damage done from last night's activities. You couldn’t whip your phone out fast enough.

You: I’m so mad at you.

You set it down and trace the bruises littering your body in the shape of Kylians mouth – they were everywhere. Everywhere. It would probably be easier to point to the places that were free of the dark pigmentation.

Ky: tf did I do?

He had to see for himself, snapping selfies as evidence, angled left, right, up, down, even some from the back where he had marked you as he fucked you from behind.

Ky: I’m not even sorry

Ky: That’s so hot

Ky: I’m proud of those

You laughed in disbelief.

You: How the hell am I supposed to leave the house with these?

Ky: Guess you have to stay over for a while

Ky: I’ll have you all to myself for a little bit longer

Kylian smirked to himself, barely able to concentrate on the workout he was currently doing, back leaning against the mirror wall as he zoomed into the pictures, cocky and proud of his creation painted all over your neck and chest.

“Puta, Kyky!” Sergio exclaims from the exercise bike directly in front of where he sat. “Are you a vampire, or something? Sheesh, man.”

Kylian shut his phone off, only now realizing how mirrors work. “Mind your business, Ramos.” He tusked, a blush creeping up his neck and ears.

“You saw that too?” Vitinha chuckled from another machine.

Kylian got up with a shaking finger at his team, walking over to the sauna room alone to text you in peace, sitting down on the bench.

You: I’m going home for a few days. My poor house is probably being taken over by dust

Ky: You should sell it then

He didn’t really think before typing, but pressed send anyway. Only after reading it over did he begin chewing on his fingernail with anticipation… probably not the best way to bring up moving in together for the first time.

You: Are you joking?

He looked around the small room, noticing he was completely alone, pressing the call button.

You picked it up with a toothbrush hanging out of your mouth. “Kylian.” You greet with a foamy mouth. “Why are you asking me to sell my house?”

Just hearing your voice makes him smile shyly to himself. Even over the grain of his cell phone's speaker he thought it was the sweetest sound. “Because I think you’d look better at mine.”

You spit out the minty paste, wiping your mouth quickly, but not really knowing what to say, a dry laugh coming out. “Is that the only reason?”

“You know it’s not.” He twiddles with the tag on the towel next to him. “You make everything better. Like, I actually look forward to coming home when I know you’re waiting for me. It always smells good because you’re obsessed with lighting those little scented candles after dinner. Sometimes, I forget you don’t actually live there and I get really sad when I get home and it’s quiet. I know I can be moody at times and a handful to deal with… but… I don’t know. You’re the happiest part of my day.” He rubs his forehead. “I guess I’m sounding a little selfish here… but what I’m trying to say is that – when you’re ready, I am too. I want it to be our home.”

The line goes silent, but the sauna begins to echo with a synchronous and dramatic “aww” from his teammates that decided to eavesdrop on his conversation. Kylian hurls the towels surrounding him at them aimlessly as they scurry off in laughter. “Come on, guys! A little privacy!” He yells, phone attached to his ear still.

You chuckle. “What was that?”

“Uh, nothing. Sorry.” He nervously answers, pacing a little with the jitters.

“Well…” You say, only amplifying the nerves that ran through Kylians limbs, his poor thumbnail raw from the wrath of his teeth. “If you have all those wonderful reasons to keep me around, what the hell took you so long to ask me, then?”

He pauses. “I’m a wimp.” You both chuckle. “Wait, is that a yes?”

Your laughter over the phone makes his heart patter. “Yeah, Ky. It’s a yes.” He does a little leap of excitement, joyfully laughing over the line. “But I still have to go home today… and I’m still a little mad at you about these hickeys.”

“Honestly, nothing can ruin my mood right now.” He smiles. “Alright, amour. I should go, but I love you. I’ll see you soon, okay?”

“Okay, Ky. I love you too.”

He hangs up the phone, grin permanently etched on his wrinkled face as he saunters out the sauna room with a pep in his step. As soon as he walks out the team's eyes are on him, clearly waiting for the update on the conversation they had butted their noses into.He shakes his head, but continues to smile from ear to ear. “She said yes.” He tusks. “So damn snoopy…”

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Heart Beat (Childish Gambino)

Miguel x reader

Tw: cheating, unprotected sex, p in v, cursing, stalking, dacraphillia, overstimulated

I wanted you to know

That I am ready to go, heartbeat

My heartbeat

I wanted you to know

Whenever you are around, can't speak

I can't speak

MIguel saw you for the first time while chasing an anomaly, as he met all of the other spiders from different dimensions. But you were different, you smelled like heaven. The pheromones you gave off made him distracted and messy in his attacks against the anomaly he was fighting. A Dr. Ock got through to your universe and you were practically dancing in the air as you spun, kicking the villain in the face, and he watched with wide eyes. How did you fight so gracefully? And that stupid scent followed you as you jumped through the air.

You threaded the needle perfectly and he gawked in awe. You’d never even been a thought in the spider society and yet, you knew things it took him years to learn.

He snapped out of his trance and continued fighting when you pushed him out of the way.

“Hey-” He protested, but stopped as he saw you get hit with some sort of punch that sent you flying.

“Kid, I get that you’re a fan, but you need to get out of here!” You yelled, bouncing back and webbing him to a wall. He sliced through it and sighed. You were worried he might be some lovestruck teenager, and honestly, he felt like one. Your precision was incredible.

He jumped into action.

I know what your boy like

Skinny tie and a cuff tight

He go and make breakfast

You walk around naked

Miguel took any opportunity to come to your dimension and see you, observing your life from afar. He saw the parade of men that you entertained in your life, men with no significance in life at all.

You walked around completely nude in the mornings as you got ready for your normal job, these men trying to impress you by getting you a bagel or coffee or whatever they decided that day, but you always brushed them off and rushed them out.

He saw the way they watched you, how they treated your body. They touched you like you were a flower, delicate. If only they knew…

I might just text you

Miguel became interested in you and gave you a watch, but you focused on your own universe, something he admired. He kept his distance for a while and barely acknowledged you.

At least to your face.

Turn your phone over, when it's all over

No settling down, my text go to your screen

You know better than that

His body perched on a building top, Miguel narrowed his eyes and tilted his head to the side so he could analyze you better. You writhed under your flavor of the weak, nothing impressive. This one seemed to be unable to make you cum, make you moan. Most of the time, he came to watch during the day.

He burned your faces into his mind, but something was off. It was all over fast, the guy rolling to your side and staring at the ceiling. You just stayed completely still, not even out of breath or smiling. Not even pretending.

I come around when you least expect me

I'm sitting at the bar when your glass is empty

You thinking that the songs coming on to tempt me

I need to be alone like the way you left me

He walked into the bar you worked at, watching you mix drinks and entertain customers with your bright smile. His eyes focused on the hickey you tried and failed at hiding under a layer of makeup. Your eyes found him at the end of your bar and you looked surprised.

“Miguel?” You leaned forward to him. “Drinking?”

“Actually, I came to see your universe better since I barely knew it existed until recently. See how this universe’s Spider is protecting the city.” He stayed pretty stoic, but a gleam in his eyes showed a somewhat playful emotion.

You leaned up, putting both palms on the bartop in front of you and smirking. “The tour can start when I get off work.”

You start calling, you start crying

I come over, I'm inside you

That night was when he showed you what he could do, a man of real importance. He had you screaming, panting, sweating for hours as he pushed you to so many climaxes, you both lost count. Positions he’d never tried, words you’d never said, sounds you didn’t even know you could make; all because of Miguel O’Hara.

I can't find you

The girl that I once had

But the sex that we have, isn't half bad

And then it happened. Your sister, the captain of the police force, died. You couldn’t save her. You couldn’t save her. He knew it would happen.

You were a whole different person. The grace you once carried yourself with was gone, disappeared the second you watched your sister take her last breath.

Text say that "It's not fair"

That's code for "He's not here"

And I'mma flirt with this new girl

And I'mma call if it don't work

You kept your distance from everyone, a dark cloud following you and a weight on your shoulders that he knew better than anyone. He had that similar darkness.

The sex was still amazing, but you were pushing him away. The second he came, you were putting space between you two.

So we fuck, till we come, to conclusions

All the things that we thought we were losing

I'm a ghost and you know this

That's why we broke up in the first place

He tried to court you, ask you out properly, but you shut down the idea immediately. You said ‘let’s not make this more than it has to be, neither of us should be dating anyone.’ His pride didn’t take that very well, grunting to Lyla and Jess later with a distaste for everything. Throwing empanadas and burgers, screaming at Peter, and basically just throwing a tantrum.

But the late night escapades continued as he broke your headboard and tore through your sheets, making your neighbors officially hate you and making you scream his name like bloody murder.

And then it’d be over, and you’d become a ghost of yourself again. He’d become just like the other men that had once traipsed into your life and hoped for more than a lustful glance.

It's late night Thursday

I know that you heard me

But you don't want the same thing

Well two can play that game

So I'm chilling with my girlfriend

But she not my real girlfriend

She got a key to my place but

She not my real girlfriend

He found a woman in his universe, a pretty girl who had a full time job at an office, a house she owned, everything he could want.

And yet, when he fucked her, he only thought of you. Every date, he thought of you. Everything made him think of you and it was driving him insane. She couldn’t moan like you, smile like you, she wasn’t as tight as you and it made him hate everything around him. He blamed everything and everyone on his mood, but it was you.

Stupid, so dummy

Say the wrong thing and wrong girls come runnin'

I'm paranoid that these girls want something from me

And it's hard to make a dime go one hundred

It wasn’t hard for Miguel to find women, and he exercised that while trying to get over you. His mind flooded with images of you beneath him every time, and not a single woman made him crazy the way you did. But he tried to fuck that hurt away.

Too bad he was reminded of your rejection every week when he debriefed the society, sitting with the skirt of your costume ruffled.

And my dude freakin' out over a worse fate

She on time, but she late for their first date

Cause he went and tried out a new condom

Slipped off in a threesome, good problems?

In a moment of drunken stupor, you’d invited another spider to your apartment. You didn’t think anything of it, completely blind to Miguel’s feelings for you. You did try, but he was busy trying to get over you with any woman with a beating heart he could find if he was in need.

So you did what you wanted and spent the night with another spider.

But you told him not to say anything and keep it a secret, you didn’t even remember most of it because of the alcohol.

Lyla dinged you as he was in the bathroom the next morning and you rushed into the kitchen to hopefully get her away from where he might walk in.

But no, luck was not on your side and he waltzed into the kitchen in a towel, asking about some shampoo he liked the smell of. Lyla stared at Ben as she was talking, stopping short and listening to your pleas not to tell Miguel.

You should have known better.

Right? Wrong

Askin' him if she wanna play games

With the super smash brothers, but none of them you

I miss the sex when you kiss whenever you through

Sixty-nine is the only dinner for two

I was wrong, but would you have listened to you?

The rumor hit him in the chest, crumbled the organs in his ribs like pieces of paper when Lyla let it slip.

“…when she slept with Ben.” The little AI froze at the secret she was trusted with, turning to look at Miguel as his eyes turned to slits and became blood red with rage.

A loud crash was heard from the entire top floor of the tower as Miguel threw his desk off of his platform, heaving with anger.

“When?” He demanded as Lyla zapped herself a few feet away.

“Two weeks ago. But they apparently haven’t even spoken since.” She concluded.

Uh, you were crazy

I got a heart, but the artichoke

Is only thing girls want when you in that smokin' light

The mission you two were on was tense, the silence heavy and pregnant with unspoken pain. You kept your eyes trained on the target, and Miguel kept his eyes on you. What was a normal day had become a terrible weekend, and you were stuck on this stupid mission. Bloodied and bruised, you panted from fighting when a portal opened. Ben jumped out and swung into the battle as Miguel growled, hating the sight of him now.

“Lyla! What is he doing here?!”

“You wanted backup, but Jess is off today. He was the best choice-“

“Who chose?!”

“You were busy, so I asked…” she looked to you as she trailed off and Miguel’s fangs began to descend on instinct.

He shouldn’t even be angry, he’s been with other women and you two weren’t exclusive, but the thought of any other man with you made him violent.

So we're done? This the real shit?

We used to hold hands like field trips

I'm a jerk, but your dude is a real dick

I read his posts on your wall and I feel sick

The mission was over and you and Ben walked back into HQ, just talking and acting like nothing happened. No tension, no awkwardness. Just casual conversation. Miguel snarled and clenched his teeth, could you be this stupid?

He stomped to his office and glared at the screens, sighing. “Lyla, show me when it happened.”

“Miguel, I don’t-“

“That’s an order.” He demanded and she sighed, pulling up the screen.

He ain't cool, he ball and all that

But he just a fake ***** who blog in all caps

After watching how unsatisfied you were left, he felt a lot better. You were so drunk you fell asleep towards the end, barely even moaning to begin with. It was messy and unorganized, your nipples weren’t even hard.

But now he knew that you were fucking other men. And that drove him insane.

Every time he saw Ben, it was a reminder of how you slipped from his grasp on a constant basis. But he also knew that those men didn’t fuck you like he did.

You couldn't wait to date

I'm going straight for your thighs like the cake you ate

I give a fuck about the ****** that you say you hate

You know that I’m the best when I’m affectionate

I'm the best that you had, face it

What he didn’t know was that you always wanted him too. You always wanted him first, and usually you just handled it yourself. It wasn’t your fault, everyone else just couldn’t make you scream until your throat was raw like him.

I give you money, then you burn it, like you made off

She ain't a killer, but she'd fucking blow your head off

The only time he could handle watching you without feeling hurt was when you two were on a mission. How you combined that graceful presence and movement with brutal force and strategy was beyond impressive to him and he could help it. Everything you did was beautiful in his eyes, and he craved more with every second of the day.

I know he wondering, "What the fuck you hiding?"

That we dated like raps about Bin Laden

Ayo, fuck this

Are we dating? Are we fucking?

Are we best friends? Are we something in between that?

I wish we never fucked, and I mean that.

Finally, after almost a year of these stupid head games and constant questions, he had enough. The morning debriefing was over and you went to walk out as he called your name.

“Come to my office with me, we need to discuss something privately.” He walked as you followed, a consistent silence forcing you both to feel uncomfortable. He moved to stand on his platform and you followed, watching him tap his holograms and show you a screen.

Your eyes narrowed at the video, moans quiet flowing through the speakers. A bright fluster came to your face and quickly changed to anger.

“You’re tracking me?”

“This was left from when you had an anomaly in your universe the first time, when I was tracking-“

“Bullshit, how did that thing get into my bedroom?” You shouted. He didn’t even flinched.

“Fine. I set it up there when sex began to be a normal event for you and I. To make sure you were safe when I wasn’t around.” He concluded and you calmed down slightly. How romantic and creepy. “Now tell me about having sex with Ben.”

Now it was your turn to fess up. “We were drunk, I didn’t even finish. Just gross drunk sex that meant nothing.” Why were you explaining this? “I don’t have to tell you, you’re not my boyfriend.” That stung. “And you were busy. I tried to reach you, but you were with Yelena.” The sound of jealousy and hatred laced her name on your lips and he almost smirked, enjoying how much you were showing your true feelings.

“How about this?” He tapped another screen and you see Yelena and him having sex, poor girl on her back and practically shaking as he isn’t even inside of her completely. Yet, she’s almost pushing him away from his size being too painful.

You ground your teeth and practically twitched with volitale emotions about to pop. “You look bored.” You mumbled.

“I was. She isn’t you. Only wants missionary and can’t even take me fully. But you can.” He stepped towards you. “Too bad you’re fucking other guys. Or else, I’d say we could make this a daily thing instead of random, if you ever actually accepted your feelings for me.” His words pounded in your ears and you gulped down the sudden awareness gifted to you. You looked down in thought as he took one more step closer, toe-to-toe with you now.

“I… it’s not that simple.” You closed your eyes, but a finger under your chin lifted your face and red eyes met yours.

“So let’s make it simple. Be mine and mine only. I’m done sharing you.” He announced and you were left completely speechless. Hopping onto your tippy toes, you smashed your lips into his as his fingers dug into your ass, picking you up effortlessly and pushing his keyboards aside to plant you on his desk. Your bottom hitting the cool metal sends a jolt through you as he massages the fat of your thighs, then pulling you to the ledge and practically leaving bruises on your soft skin. The grind of his groin against your leg made you shiver, as if you hadn’t felt it a million and one times already. But it always felt better than the last.

But not really, you say the nastiest shit in bed and it’s fuckin’ awesome

“This is only for me. ¿Entender? Sólo mío.” He growled against your lips and rutted his hips once more before revealing his body from his suit, pushing your skirt up and moving the bodysuit to the side. He pushed a finger inside of you, groaning and watching you throw your head back. “So wet for me, mi vida.” He pushed in another and you were squirming from the fullness you hadn’t felt in a while.

His breathing became ragged as you clenched onto his fingers, feeling you soon coming to your first climax. Yes, first. He wanted to break your mind and make you drunk off of how many times he’d make you fall undone.

As the coil snapped and you let out a precious moan, he removed his fingers and licked them clean, pushing his cock to feel the wetness on his head. It dripped down onto and around him as he watched your perfect opening glisten with arousal and his eyes flickered at you, dangerous. “I’m going to cum inside you, and claim you inside and out.” He spoke, then giving you a chance to deny him. “Is that what you want as well? Because if not, you need to-“

“Christ Miguel just take me already!” You shouted at him and dug your heels into his lower back, making him smile darkly. Of course you wanted this too.

He sunk in and you both rolled your eyes, the feeling unmatched to anything else. “Ay por dios, you feel so good…” he spoke slowly, the smoothness of his voice reaching a deeper sound than any you’d heard from him before. Then again, you both always used condoms and this was the first time there was nothing in between you two. He bucked his hips and you gasped putting a hand on his shoulder to steady yourself. “Tell me- fuck! Tell me when I can-“

“Move!” You demanded, almost begged and he obliged, too wrapped up in his own need to punish or edge you. His hips pushing in and out a few times before picking up speed and making your slow loud moans turn into short, breathy yelps. It was so cute to him, how you crumbled on his cock. You were one of the strongest and most talented spider-people he saw, and yet his dick made you become a crying, needy mess. Pride bloomed in his chest as he smiled, continuing his assault on your hole.

You’d come two more times as he fucked you sensless on his desk, taking you as his and making sure you knew it too. Who could make tears fall from your eyes as you babbled filthy things? Only him, he had proof. Not a single man you’d ever slept with made you feel like this.

Was it his size? He was big, probably the biggest you’d ever been with, but you didn’t think so since your toys were just as big as him. Maybe how large his whole body was? No, that didn’t really make much of a difference to you. No, it was him. He was your weakness, he knew your body like it was made for him to please and torture and have.

Building to another orgasm, he continued speaking such dirty things. “So perfect wrapped around me, so tight. Mierda, I’m gonna fill this perfect pussy.” He rambled, your heaving chest bouncing and making his head go insane. “pobrecita, am I making you feel too good?” The tears flowed down your cheeks from all of the stimulation and orgasms he’s ripped for you.

The tip of his dick hit your cervix and your body shuttered in another orgasm. “Coño, I’m never letting you off my dick.” He shook, “Fuck, I’m gonna cum!” He announced and you locked your ankles behind his back, shifting you just to take him deeper. That was his last straw and his climax flooded through him like a rude wave, crashing into you and filling you! Everything felt warm and your body sputtered in ecstasy. His arms held your back up as you closed your eyes, exhausted. Pulling you into his chest, he spoke.

“Lyla. I’m taking the rest of the day to take care of something. Do not bother me.” He waved her away and picked up your overworked body. “Let’s get you home. We have a long night ahead of us, cariño.”

#miguel spiderverse #miguel x reader #miguel o’hara #miguel o’hara smut #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel spiderman #angst #miguel o’hara angst #drefear playlist

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halosdiary · 3 months

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Self Love | Toxic Boyfriend!Suguru x Reader | 呪術廻戦

CONTAINS: Gaslighting, One sided relationship, cheating, violence.

Word Count: 1.7k

Where did everything go wrong? You really thought the relationship was going somewhere. You did everything to be the perfect partner. He gave you smiles and compliments, the whole package. The room would bright up as he came closer to you. Now it dims when he's here.

You discovered the mysterious behavior for a few weeks now, and he's being nonchalant about it. It was hurting you, badly. All he did was laugh at you, and just pushed you buttons. Eventually you caught him and you wanted the truth. You confronted him and yelled at him.

“Baby you’re overthinking it.”

He says, denying all of your accusations of him cheating. He’s been coming home for weeks now with hickeys on his neck, lipstick on the collars of his white shirts and cheap perfume on his skin. He was cocky about it too, not bothering to hide the marks or clean the lipstick up or keep spare cologne in his car. At this point you’re just begging for him to admit it to your face.

"Just SAY it, I'm tired of the gaslighting and at this point I'm five seconds away from walking out this relationship!" You hollered to him. You were sick of the lies and bullshit coming out his mouth.

“Gaslighting?”

*He laughed, taking a step towards you. He knew perfectly well that you’d never leave him, you were so far in love with him, it was adorable. He’d never admit it, but he actually enjoyed seeing you so worked up over such a foolish matter. It was amusing to watch you get so frustrated over him and another woman, when you both knew that you were his, there was no question of that.*

“Baby doll, come on. Who do you think I’m cheating on you with? Do you honestly believe that?”

"Get away from me!" You smacked him away from me, you were over the lies, the loyalties. You were always there on his little corner, whenever his other girlfriends cancelled on him.

You were there for him whenever shit didn't go his way, after a while my self worth was crumbling.

*He smirked down at you again, finding your little tantrum adorable and pathetic at the same time. He grabs your wrist and pulls you in closer, holding you up against his chest as you struggle against him with your little fists landing a few weak punches against him.*

“Stop struggling. It’s getting you nowhere.”

*He said, his breath against your neck as he pinned your wrists behind your back.*

"I loathe you! I should've listened to others about you!" You try to pull away, you could only shout and swear him out.

You were fighting the tears in my eyes. They were stinging my eyes. You hated this part of him, you hated he just couldn't tell me the truth. You HATED he never took me seriously. We're you really nothing to him?

*He chuckled at you again, finding your pathetic attempts at hurting him absolutely adorable. It was cute how you thought you could actually hurt him in your little tantrum of yours. He pulls you even closer to him, until your chest is flush against his. He uses his other hand to hold your chin up, forcing your gaze to his.*

“And what did they say about me, hm? That I’m a player?”

"That's exactly what I think of you!"

You immediately push him off me, but this time a strong push away from him. You couldn't stand him, You hated him. This was driving me crazy.

All you wanted was the truth, but it seems he thinks this is all a game. You stormed into a room. You looked around this room, so many happy memories here. It felt like the room lit up as the memories play in your mind.

But, you weren't happy, you just walk past the happy memories to grab your suitcase.

He stumbled back from the push, clearly shocked that you were actually strong enough to push him away like that. He was so used to you being so weak and submissive around him that this new found act of aggression actually excited him. He smirked as you walked into the room and he leaned against the wall, watching you with that infuriating smirk on his face as he spoke again.

“Y’know…you aren’t actually going to leave me.”

You stopped giving him a response, and opened the closet. It was a mixture of ours clothes, but you knew who's was who.

You unzipped my suitcase and started to pack my things.

He watched silently as you packed your things, but he didn’t intervene. He just wanted to see how far you actually go with this tantrum of yours before you came crawling back to him with your tail between your legs. He walked over and stood behind you, his eyes fixed on your back before speaking up again.

“And just where do you plan to go, baby doll?”

You continued to not respond. You knew he wanted me to answer, but you refused. You refused to let this stranger taint your happy memories and your sanity with lies and gaslighting.

He huffed out a sigh, becoming impatient with you not answering him. He pressed his body up against your back, his body towering over you as he grabbed your wrists and stopped you from packing more clothes into your suitcase.

“If you know what’s good for you, you’ll answer me when I ask you a question.”

He stumbled back against the wall, letting out a surprised grunt as you pushed him away once again. At this point, he was getting annoyed that you weren’t giving into him like normal and behaving like his good little pet like you usually do. He was starting to get a bit angry now.

As soon as you walked away, he caught up to you instantly, grabbing your wrist and pulling you back.

“I wasn’t done speaking to you. Don’t walk away from me.”

You take your hand back in disgust.

"But I'm done with you, Geto."

*He chuckled at your words but didn’t let you go, holding your wrist tighter so you couldn’t try to run away again.*

“Yeah right. Just like you were ‘done’ the other 10 times you tried to break up with me, yea? Let’s be real here, sweetheart…no matter how much bullshit you spew at me, we both know you’re going to be crawling back to me in a few hours.”

"And this is the last time."

You turn away from him, and force my arm back to me. You head straight towards the door.

*He lets out a dry scoff, clearly not believing a word that’s coming out of your mouth as you spoke. He watched as you made your way towards the door and before you could even open it, he grabbed your waist from behind and pulled you flush against him, his body trapping you against the door so you couldn’t open it.*

“Oh, I don’t think so. You’re not going anywhere, sweetheart. You’re staying here. With me.”

"Let go."

*He chuckled again, his grip on your waist actually tightening as he pressed his body closer to yours. He leaned down so he could whisper in your ear.*

“Nah. I don’t think I will. And you’d have to fight your way out of my arms in order to leave, but we both know how weak you are, princess.”

You clinched my fist as hard as you can. Then turned to swing a swift punch to his face, you panted heavily as you felt the strong from the punch.

He wasn’t expecting you to actually try to hit him, so much so that he stumbled back when you landed a punch against his jaw. He held his jaw for a second, his smirk slowly fading away from his face. He didn’t like when his little toy was acting out.

“You’re going to regret that.”

He said with a sharp voice, the smirk returning to his face. His anger was rising, and you could tell by the tone of his voice.

"Goodbye Geto." You say as you opened and shut the door, not saying a thing.

The hallway was silent, you felt tears creeping up, but you had to be strong. Strong for me. It seemed you opened a new chapter in life.

He stood there and watched as you opened the front door and slammed it shut behind you. He stood there for a few moments to try and process what just happened, but his mind started to go red with anger, and he let out an irritated huff before he practically threw the door open.

He didn’t care if the neighbors saw him running after you in his boxers and t-shirt. He didn’t care if the whole neighborhood saw him chasing the woman he just kicked out. He was only focused on one thing…bringing you back home.

As you were heading towards your car, your eyes widened at spotting him running towards him. You thought ahead and unlocked my doors and threw your things in.

In a haste, you threw myself in the driver's seat and locked all the doors.

As he continued to run after you and he saw you get into your car, he picked up speed and reached your car just before you could drive away. He pounded against the driver seat window and yelled out to you.

“Get the hell out of the car or I’m going to break the window! Get OUT!!”

*He stumbled back as you started the car, his eyes going wide as you put it in reverse and began to back out of the driveway. He quickly realized that if he didn’t move, you would drive straight through him, so he had no choice but to jump out of the way.*

“YOU GET BACK HERE RIGHT NOW!!”

He yelled out, getting more and more worked up with every passing second you were driving away from him.

You sped up, you were laughing, laughing that you were free, free from it all. You drove as far away from him as you possibly could.

He eventually gave up on trying to run after your retreating vehicle, and he was left standing in the middle of the sidewalk, watching as you drove off.

As you were somewhere far away, the car was parked, and your laughs turned into cries and wails.

As your car disappeared into the distance, his expression slowly changed from anger and frustration to one of confusion. He stood there for a few moments just watching…and then it all sunk in. You were actually gone. And you weren’t coming back.

He let out a deep, frustrated growl as he raked his fingers through his messy hair.

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#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #halo's writings #suguru geto #geto #geto x reader #呪術廻戦

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lightdangerr · 7 months

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PINK - Vi

Warnings: Mild +18. Hints. Fluff. You get a good beating.

notes: I'm not used to write this kind of things (+18), I hope you like it.

You watched the redhead hit the wall, you couldn't help but bite your lip as Vi's muscles flexed. You looked like a hormonal teenager, and it embarrassed you a little.

──────Do you enjoy the view?──────She asked when she felt your gaze on her, you looked at her with a smile.

──────Yes and much──────You answer seeing her smiling mischievously, she approaches you, looking at the jacket that belonged to her put on you, she extended her hand to your cheek caressing it and going down to your collarbone, slowly lowering it again to the sweater's zipper. You smack her hand making her laugh at the sight of your blush──────Bold.

──────I want to take off your jacket──────That increased your blush, you were used to her flirting, but whenever she trains it makes you so hormonal.

──────Then do it-──────You spoke up and gave yourself a mental slap as she grabbed the zipper and pulled it down, she opened the jacket kissing your neck, leaving light hickeys in the process, making you gasp helplessly, she stopped and you let out a snort.

──────And I'm the bold one? ──────I ask in your ear and then bite your lobe. You gasp as she breaks away and puts on her jacket.

She winked at you again moving closer to you, ready to kiss you, you stepped forward escaping from her arms and winking at her.

──────Si and much──────You answer seeing her smile mischievously, she approaches you, looking at the jacket that belonged to her placed on you, she extended her hand to your cheek caressing it and down to your collarbone, slowly lowering it back down to the sweater's zipper. You smack her hand making her laugh at the sight of your blush──────Bold.

──────I want to take off your jacket──────That increased your blush, you were used to her flirting, but whenever she trains it makes you so hormonal.

──────And I'm the bold one? ──────I ask in your ear and then bite your lobe. You gasp as she breaks away and puts on her jacket.

She winked at you coming back towards you, ready to kiss you, you stepped forward escaping from her arms and winking at her.

──────Not there prize today, rosita──────You ran to the place where Caitlyn was.

She looked at you giving you a little smile to look around again──────What are you doing, watchman? ──────You ask leaning against the wall.

──────Surveying ground.

──────Always on the defensive, hottie──────You looked at Vi, who approached Caitlyn, you just watched with your blood boiling in jealousy at the attention she was giving to the watcher, you looked in another direction noticing a silhouette, you frowned as you walked along the edge.

──────Liz What are you doing? ────── Caitlyn asked as she noticed you walking along the edge without looking down. You shushed her, watching for any sound, Vi grabbed your hand, fearing you might fall, you let go, running into a pipe and up onto the roof of the house straight ahead, you heard Vi behind you and Caitlyn calling their names.

You continued your run until Vi inadvertently lost sight of you, I looked everywhere trying to decipher where you had gone.

Instead you ran and ran until something crashed into you and knocked you to the ground.

What a stupid fall that was.

You got up defensively, recognized that person as one of Silco's henchmen, threw punches and hit and missed. Thanks to the glow it made the opposing blows hurt like hell but you still stayed on your feet.

At least until he hit you hard in the stomach, you coughed blood, you were out of energy, about to fall, when the opponent went to throw another blow you gave another being rewarded by one in your jaw, he took you by the neck hanging you, you coughed for air, you moaned trying to get loose, you saw blurred and your senses were dulled.

From one moment to the next you fell to the ground, coughing and gasping for air without stopping, you looked straight ahead and saw Vi hit the man without stopping. She got up giving one last kick to the unconscious man, she ran towards you checking your wounds, she was talking to you but you didn't really hear much of what she was saying.

──────¿Mhm?, Yes it was me, I'm sorry──────You were hallucinating, Vi took you in her arms firmly and started walking back──────Shh, I want to drink myself unconscious too. Damn vice──────You laughed a little.

Vi listened to every one of your hallucinations, laughing internally at some very stupid and funny ones until you talked about some girls, saying how sexy they looked.

And no, that was not allusion, not unintentionally. That was on purpose.

Vi's grip tightened on your legs, you laid your head on Vi's chest, drawing pictures on top of the fabric.

──────You look so... Damn sexy──────You fell unconscious, Vi took your pulse in concern.

The blow to your stomach and jaw were too much, even more so when that guy had glitter in his system.

When she arrived she left you on a bed, going for a first aid kit, she treated your wounds carefully trying as much as possible not to be so rough, kissing your cheek as she listened to the moans you let out because of the stabbing pain throughout your body. She was missing one and she was sure that it was the one that hurt the most, she lifted your shirt up to the level of your breasts, seeing the big bruise and blood on your stomach, she sighed.

She kissed the edges carefully as she wiped away the blood, she stopped the instant you squealed bringing your hand to your stomach, Vi took you in her arms, caressing your head as you coughed a little, you opened your eyes a little, closed them and hid your face in the redhead's arms. You hit Vi's hand still drowsy.

──────Don't touch──────Your voice had come out hoarse and dry, Vi shook her head.

──────Remove your arm──────Ordered softly looking at you, I took your arm away from your stomach. I put the absorbent cotton over the wound listening to you inhale sharply, trying to be as careful as possible.

You only mumbled incoherently, and even bit the redhead's toned arm slightly.

It didn't bother her, in fact she was used to you biting her.

The cotton touched the center of the wound, making you let out a small scream, which was immediately silenced by the redhead, who kissed your lips with little delicacy, continued healing the wound without separating her lips from yours, she didn't want and neither was she going to let you scream when more minions could be near.

He had finished treating the wound, only needed to put gauze, when he was about to separate from you, you leaned up again to catch his lips, Vi did not refuse and continued the kiss with more rudeness, his hand stopped on your torso sticking you more to his body. The kiss was getting hotter and hotter, her hand touched every part of your body without getting to the sore spots.

The door opened before she could reach any further. Caitlyn opened her eyes like saucers as she swallowed in that at the intimate moment the contrarians were having.

──────Yo... I'm sorry──────Before they could speak, the blonde was already gone.

──────You almost always interrupt us──────You muttered listening to the affirmative sound of your partner, you laughed to then take your hands to your affected areas to greater severity, emitting a groan.

──────Rest──────Murmuro leaning back against the wall at the same time that carefully attracted your body until you had it on top of hers, you smiled resting your head on the chest of the redhead, listening to her heartbeat, you closed your eyes hugging her against your body, something that she returned with the least possible force──────Admit that you scared me──────You emitted an 'aww' leaving a kiss on the tattoo on her neck.

──────I'm sorry rosita, I didn't mean to──────I sounded like a tease but the second thing was true, you didn't mean to scare her. And the truth you blamed on your curiosity and desire to be in a fight. You leaned better on her body letting her put the gauze on your stomach.

#viarcane #league of legends #lolvi #league of legends one shot #vi x reader #vixoc #I LOVE THIS WOMAN

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youvebeenlivingfictional · 1 year

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Year Three

Part Four of Three Years

Year Two | Masterlist | Year One (II)

Pairing: Nathan Bateman x Reader

Rating: Explicit - 18+ Only.

Length: 5.8K

Notes: ….Hi! It’s part four! Huzzah!

Warnings: Cursing; angst; enemies to enemies who fuck; tech-talk; angst (I know I said it before but really); Nathan being Nathan; vaginal sex; fingering; creampie; biting

Summary: For as many bad things as Nathan has caused in your life, he’s given you good things, whether he meant to or not.

“Keep it up, sweetheart, everyone’s gonna know what we’re doing.”

The warning is growled against your ear as his hand presses more tightly around your mouth. Your eyes roll back, then squeeze shut as you fight back your moans and whimpers. Nathan groans against your neck, his hips slapping against yours at a punishing pace.

Fuck, you don’t have time for this. The two of you are meant to be on stage for a panel in three minutes. You'd been on your way to meet Jenn when Nathan had grasped your wrist, tugging you into a deserted area backstage. Anyone could walk by, or hear you. It's a stupid, stupid gamble. You reach back, grasping at Nathan’s ass, grinning against his hand as he thrusts with renewed force. You reach up, peeling his hand away from your mouth.

“Don’t you dare mess up my makeup, you little shit,” You hiss.

“You worried someone’ll notice how messed up you are? Don’t worry, honey,” Nathan screws his hips in tight, slow circles. “You and I both know they’re only here to see me.”

You gasp as Nathan’s cock twitches and spills inside of you.

“Asshole!” You groan, fingers flexing against the wall in front of you. “If you don't make me cum, I’m gonna cut your dick o-off—fuck.” Your jaw drops open as Nathan slips his fingers between your legs, swiping roughly over your clit. Your toes curl at the feeling, hips bucking back against Nathan as you clench down around his cock. Nathan stills as you breathe heavily, resting your forehead against the wall.

“Do you want your hickey on the left side of your neck, or the right?”

“Don’t even think about it,” You warn, shoving your elbow into his side, “I will punch you in the throat.”

Nathan snorts as he draws out of you. You bite your lip at the feeling before you crouch down, tugging up your panties and wriggling up your pantyhose, wary of ripping them as you do. You lean back against the wall, squirming at the feeling of his cum beginning to slip out of your cunt. God damn this is going to be a long panel.

“Left or right,” Nathan repeats. You scoff, pushing around him, but you don’t get far. Nathan hooks his arm around your hip, yanking you back against him. You pull in a gasp as he tugs your dress’ neckline to the left, exposing the slope of your shoulder. He latches his lips on your shoulder, harshly biting the skin before he sucks over a spot that will be out of sight. He holds you steady even as your knees weaken, as you bow over his arm just a little more.

“Fuck you, you little shit,” You breathe. Nathan just hums, leaning back and swiping his tongue over your heated skin before he straightens the sleeve.

“Cute of you to get all high and mighty when you just fucked this little shit.”

You mimic him in a high-pitched, nasal voice as you straighten your clothes.

“Gimme your phone,” You order.

"Why?”

“C’mon, I need to check my lipstick. I had to leave mine in my bag, this dress doesn’t have pockets.”

“You look fine.”

“Bullshit. Give me your phone.”

Nathan huffs, taking his damn time about pulling his phone out of his pocket and passing it over. You swipe open the camera function, squinting at your appearance and eyeing where your makeup is smudge.

“Can’t believe you said I look fine,” You mutter, swiping at the mussed pigment.

“I’ve seen you look worse.”

“I should break your phone. I’ll throw it.”

“I’ll invoice you.”

You roll your eyes, shoving his phone into his chest and pushing past him. It’s a moment before he’s catching up to you, following you toward the stage.

“Am I gonna see you later?” He asks.

“If you’re lucky.”

“You got somewhere better to be?”

“Anywhere’s better than with you.”

“Hey!” Jenn flags you down, striding toward the stage. “Hi, Nate. Oh—not to alarm you, girlie, but part of your skirt is tucked into your pantyhose.”

“Oh, fuck,” You hiss, backing yourself against the wall to fix it. You reach down, wincing at the acute feeling of the fabric tucked in.

“Nice catch, Jenn,” Nathan comments, patting her lower back as he passes her. You huff, wiggling your hips as you smooth the fabric down.

“Am I good?” You ask. Jenn peers around you.

“Yep!”

“Thank you. That…” You glance after Nathan. “Jerkoff didn’t say anything.”

“Oh, I’m sure he would’ve. Maybe he just didn’t see it.”

“I highly doubt that.”

“C’mon, he’s not that bad.”

“He’s the fucking worst.”

“He’s fine!”

“You think he’s hot and he’s funding the company, so of course you think he’s fine,” You mumble.

“Hey, he pays your six-figure salary, too, and you know it. It was his idea to give you a raise.”

You roll your eyes, straightening up.

“It was your idea,” You argue. “He just approved it.”

“...Guilty—But, he did approve it.”

“Uh-huh.”

“You do good work, he sees it. Can you quit hating on him and at least give the guy that?”

Oh, sure. He sees something.

“Come on,” Jenn urges without waiting for your answer. She hooks her arm through yours and steers you toward the stage as the MC announces the two of you. “We’re gonna miss our big entrance.”

He always takes you from behind.

You can’t help but think about that as you force ponderous expressions, trying not to squirm in your seat as you feel Nathan’s spend dripping into your panties. Nathan never looks at you when you’re fucking. You don’t kiss one another anymore—you haven’t since that first night.

It’s a fight with Nathan, and a good fight at that. It would be alarming if he just suddenly cuddled up to you like a needy little puppy. He’s not gentle or careful with you, and you prefer it that way. In your third year of working at Sc(ai)le, you’re more antsy than ever to get the fuck out of there. There are some days when you’re so tired you can hardly move, when the weight of balancing your position and your friendship with Jenn damn-near crush your skull in.

Nathan isn’t around all the time, and you usually have to make do with your vibrator, but when he is there—when he shoves you face-down into the mattress, or against the wall, or against the backseat of his car—you’re left boneless and sated, and don’t have to think about who’s doing the screwing. You don’t have to think about the fact that his little ‘offer’ is the reason you hold your tongue around Jenn most days, the reason you can write your own ticket at the next job going forward. For as many bad things as Nathan has caused in your life, he’s given you good things, whether he meant to or not.

Your student loans are gone.

You own your apartment.

Your future is, for the most part, secure.

So where the hell are you going?

“You could extend, you know.”

Nathan brings it up. He’s getting dressed, and you’re ready to head to the shower—to scrub off the shameful sweat that you feel practically drenched in. You push yourself up on your slightly-shaking arms, scooting your ass along the bed and grabbing your dress from where Nathan unceremoniously dropped it. You glance toward him before you turn to head to the bathroom.

“I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about,” You call over your shoulder.

“Yes you do.”

You don’t grace him with a response. You just step into the bathroom and crank on the shower. You eye yourself in the mirror, hesitating as you reach for the fabric. Why do you always get dressed between the bed and the bathroom? Why do you always feel so frighteningly bare in front of Nathan after you’ve fucked, and don’t give a damn about it during?

You reach down to tug it off again, and still as Nathan drifts to lean in the doorway. He adjusts his glasses before he folds his arms across his bare chest.

“Can’t find your shirt?” You ask, gaze drifting over him.

“You know what I think?”

“I don’t care what you think.”

“I think that under all of that, you know,” Nathan pushes himself off of the door frame, “Under all of that push-back and bullshit—”

“Just because someone disagrees with you doesn’t make it bullshit—”

“—You actually like what you’re doing.”

You choose to blame the way your face goes hot on the mounting steam from the shower and not from the rising indignation. Nathan presses up against your back, his fingers curling around the hem of your dress.

“What’s the matter?” He murmurs against the shell of your ear, holding your gaze. “Worried I’ll make another move on you if you’re naked again?”

“Course I’m not worried about that. You could hardly get it up the first time.”

“Then explain the second time.” He keeps his eyes on yours in the mirror as he turns his head, nuzzling your jaw, “Or the third.”

“Don’t you have someone else to annoy, some conference-panel-techbro to circle-jerk with?”

Nathan smiles almost maliciously as he begins to inch the hem of your dress upward.

“You afraid to be naked in front of me?” He teases. “Not as if I haven’t seen everything you have to offer before.”

“Fuck off,” You scoff, “Of course I’m not afraid of that.”

“Good.”

You hardly have a moment to argue or react before he’s shoving the dress up and over your head. You grunt in discomfort at the feeling of your arms jerking upward, then jolting as he yanks away the fabric. You hear the hiss of it dropping to the floor, and try to ignore the prickling of heat beneath your skin. The steam, it’s just the steam. It’s not the half-clothed man crowded against your back and watching for any sign of discomfort.

“You like what you’re doing,” He insists again.

“I like helping Jenn.”

Nathan’s smile widens to something sharp and malicious before he pats your hips.

“I await the day,” He declares as he turns away again.

“What day?” You frown, “The day my contract runs out?”

“The day you stop using Jenn as a shield.”

Before the full force of your embarrassment and inevitable anger swells, Nathan presses a kiss to the mark on shoulder before he pulls away. His words sink in as he steps back, and you wait and watch as he disappears into your hotel suite, then makes his way to the front door. He doesn’t look at you again; he doesn’t so much as glance, or wink. You just listen to the door close behind him before you sag forward a touch, fingers tightening around the sink.

Fuck, forget it, just get into the shower already. You’re wasting so much water just standing there.

“Hey! You got a minute?” Amelia asks as she falls into step with you.

“Uh..." You hardly look up from your phone as the two of you turn the corner together. "A minute’s about all I got, what’s up?”

“There’s been some um…Chatter, and a few of us are wondering if it’s true. We figured if anyone would know, you would, and—”

“If anyone knew what, what’s the chatter?”

“That Bateman’s joining the board?”

It stops you in your tracks. It’s like you’ve been hit over the head with a frying pan. Your brow furrows; your mouth works wordlessly for a moment before you manage to shake yourself from it.

“I haven’t heard anything about that,” You admit.

“At all?”

“I mean, it’s something Jenn floated, like, a hundred years ago, before Bateman even came on as a backer. I haven’t heard anything about it since then.”

“Okay! So, maybe,” Amelia shrugs, “It could just be, like, the usual rumor mill bullshit.”

You nod slowly before you mutter, “Yeah. No, probably, yeah. Could you excuse me?”

“Sure!”

You give her a quick smile and nod before you step around her, striding down the hall and raising your phone, hurriedly moving the meeting that you’re meant to be on your way to. You pick your pace up, rounding through the maze of halls and work spaces before you make your way to Jenn’s office. You knock on her open door, hurrying in when she waves you in.

“‘Sup, girlie?”

“You’re bringing Bateman on the board?”

You see a flash of panic before she smooths it to a neutral expression, even as color rises in her cheeks.

“Where did you hear that?”

“Apparently a bunch of people have heard it. It’s being pumped through the rumor mill.”

“Nothing’s official.”

“But you’ve asked?”

“Why shouldn’t I? It’s not like he hasn’t had a hand in what we’ve been building here.”

“You’re seriously set on giving him real power? Internally?”

“Don’t be so dramatic,” Jenn rolls her eyes, “It’s not like I’m handing him the keys to the kingdom.”

“Remember when I told you that this was like a business-y 3.5 carat pear cut diamond on an infinity band?”

“Yeah, but that was like, the first date, and this is, like, three years of business-y dating! We’ve had a super long courtship, I wanna make that shit official! I wanna put a ring on it.”

“Jenn, you don’t wanna do this.”

You know that it’s a mistake as soon as you say it. Jenn’s expression hardens, her lips pressing into a thin line.

“Look,” She speaks in a low, measured tone. “I get that you have whatever beef that you have with him, but this isn’t about that. In a few months, you may not even be here. You’re free to leave once your contract is up—But Nathan will be here, because Nathan fucking believes in what we’re doing here.”

“I believe in what we’re doing here, it’s just—”

“Honestly, I don’t wanna hear it right now, okay? This is my company, and I’ve appreciated your help, but I’m getting a little fucking tired of you acting like you know my shit better than I do.”

Your stomach twists with irritation and shock, and you force your mouth closed. You nod twice before you turn away, leaving without another word. You’ve been waiting for this other shoe to drop—for the tension of working for Jenn to overwhelm the reward. But at the start of your full-time position, you figured that the clash would be over practices, company direction—not over who she was trying to get in bed with…Especially while you were already in bed with him. You turn into your office, setting your things down and looking around, still stewing.

Maybe this is good. Actually, maybe this is exactly what Jenn needs—what you both need. You don’t want to stay at Sc(ai)le, and your contract is six months away from being up. You may as well start planning your next move, and extricating yourself from all of this. Drawing out of Sc(ai)le will get you away from Bateman; it’ll let you get your friendship with Jenn back on track. You sit down at your desk, messaging your assistant to clear the rest of your day and not to disturb you unless it’s absolutely necessary.

It doesn’t get easier overnight.

You don’t leave your office that night with a job offer from another company and a 20% signing bonus. You have to work out where you want to go—up, or down. Do you want another C-Suite position? Or would you be comfortable moving to a position of middle-management? If you shift down, what would that mean for your job prospects in the future? Despite the fact that your contract is coming to an end, there’s no straightforward easy out. You signed an NDA and a fucking non-compete. Moving to another company like this, they may expect you to bring a few clients along. You already know that you can’t lean on the contacts that you’ve made in the last two and a half years.

By the end of the day, you have a game plan. You have to:

Court new business contacts without bringing them on board to Sc(ai)le. You need to find a way to keep them ready, waiting in the wings, an added value prop wherever you plan on going next.

This means not only planning on bringing in clients that are looking for AI solutions, but clients that are looking for direct to consumer, Software as a Solution, anything that you may wind up pivoting toward.

Find a position in a company that, preferably, isn’t in direct conflict with Sc(ai)le. For your conflicts, you know that Jenn still has love for you. It’s just currently buried under her interest in Bateman, your entanglement in the company, and the pile of money that that ultra-wealthy asshole is sitting on.

Find somewhere that you can interview with soon that’ll be willing to wait for your contract to end.

Is two weeks notice standard? Yes.

Is it required? No.

But you do not want to sign with a company that needs you tomorrow. Signing with Sc(ai)le was one thing, but signing with a company that you don’t already know the inner-workings of, or may not entirely agree with the direction of is something entirely different

You’ll do your research and look for red flags during the interview process, but you can’t catch everything

You leave the office with three prospective companies, one planned interview, and a helluva lot of determination.

He doesn’t ask about it right away. The little looks that he gives you should be clue enough—stray glances during the odd in-person meeting, the press of his lips into a purse as he watches you straighten yourself up or redress. But you should know better by now: he won’t ask the question when you’re ready for it. He waits until you’re off your game, at his side in a room full of colleagues and strangers:

“You leaning more toward Dell or SituSpend?”

It’s half-murmured in your ear, and shouldn’t be the slap that it is. With how well-connected Nathan is in the tech community, it’s no wonder that the fact you’re on the hunt for a new job has reached him. You manage to maintain your straight-face, something that you’ve practiced carefully over the last two and a half years, and clap genially as another agency goes up to the podium to accept an award for the most creative pitch of that year.

“I’m not sure that’s an appropriate question, Mr. Bateman,” You mumble.

“We’ll save it for later, then.”

“There won’t be a later.”

There is a later. It comes up again as Nathan drapes himself across your naked, sweat-dewed body, nipping at an already tender mark on your hip. You’ve started to shake off the urge to cover yourself from him. He’s right—you don’t have anything he hasn’t seen. You take him in for a few moments, eyeing the shine of drying sweat on his face, and the flush of exertion that’s risen in his cheeks.

“So?” He asks.

“So, what?”

“Dell? SituSpend?”

“What’s it matter to you?”

“It’s interesting, you know? Might help me work out where Jenn goes next.”

“Now who’s using her as a shield?”

“No shielding, just curiosity.”

“I don’t trust you.”

“I know.”

He lets your truths hang in the air, and he waits. You huff softly, knowing that he’ll keep pressing.

“I don’t know,” You admit. “Both seem pretty good, but, um…Leaning toward Situ, I guess.”

“Why?”

“It’s got more growth opportunity. Dell is good, but not what I’m looking for.”

“What are you looking for?”

“An environment that’s quieter than this.”

“This job has given you everything you could want.”

“That doesn’t mean I wanted it.”

“So SituSpend.”

“Mhm.”

“What do you gain, what do you lose?”

“Why do you care?”

“I don’t.”

He doesn’t seem to even think as he answers; his gaze bores into yours as he waits. Then, seemingly unable to help himself:

“I like to know where people go after me.”

“I’m not going somewhere else after you. I’m going somewhere else after Jenn.”

“You’re in Jenn’s company because of me. So?”

You bite the inside of your cheek as you consider lying to him. Then you draw in a deep breath, clearing your throat.

“SituSpend is still pretty contained,” You admit, “Minimized coverage.”

“Doesn’t have anything to do with Jenn’s work.”

“That’s a pro.”

“I thought so.” Nathan tips his chin toward you, nuzzling your belly. You can’t help but smile at the sensation as you smooth your hand over his head.

“You think you know me so well,” You tease.

“Better than you like to admit.”

“Well what would you have me do, knowing what you know about how I feel about the place?”

“You care about Sc(ai)le, and Jenn. You won’t let it fail while you’re attached to it.”

“It’s only fair that I take care of it while I’m here, regardless of how I got here.”

“Is that beyond Jenn?”

“Yeah, it is. I don’t like doing a bad job.”

“Would you do a bad job if you worked for me?”

Your brow furrows; you push yourself up onto your elbows, trying to get a better look at him. He’s putting you on, isn’t he? He must be.

“...Hypothetically, no.”

“Hypothetically.”

“Yeah.”

“So if I hired you out from under Jenn’s thumb, brought you over to BlueBook, you’d do just as good a job?”

It’s a trap. It has to be. Bateman wouldn’t try to bring you on to BlueBook. He knows your disdain for him, and your favor for Jenn. You can’t imagine her taking that well, especially considering your outright disinterest in working with him over the past three years, not to mention her move to bring him onto the board.

“...Hypothetically,” You finally offer. “But I’d never join BlueBook.”

“Why not?”

“You know why.”

“Say it.”

You flounder. You can’t. Well, you can—you shouldn’t.

“I’m not gonna fuck my boss,” You sputter.

“But you’ll fuck your banker?”

“As it stands, right now, you are like, one level removed from the things that I do on a day to day basis.”

“My name is on the checks.”

“Jenn’s name is on my checks.”

“Sure, but you and I both know who gave her that money.” He shifts, climbing over you and grasping your hands, drawing them up on either side of your head. “You’re living in a fantasy land, sweetheart.”

“Okay, first of all, you are not our only backer—”

“Just your biggest one.” He punctuates it with a roll of his hips.

“And the company is in the fuckin’ black now, alright? Maybe you got us started down the path, but we are working with more efficiency than we ever ha—”

Your argument is silenced as Bateman’s lips press to yours. He spears his tongue past your parted lips, squeezing your hands and groaning as you struggle against him. You sag back against the pillows finally, pressing your chest up against his. Nathan hum, dipping his head and nuzzling roughly against your neck.

“Come work for me.”

“You’re crazy.”

“What, you don’t think I could handle it? Huh?” He shakes one of his hands free from yours, snaking it between your body. You hiss as he cups between your legs. “Don’t think I could stay away from this cunt? You’re not as irresistible as you think.”

“I’m not answering to you anymore,” You insist, even as your hips shift, your tender flesh chasing the heat of his palm.

“One year contract.” He nips your earlobe. “50% raise, 20% signing bonus.”

“You think you can fuck me into working for you?”

“I think,” He draws back to meet your eye. “That you’re more intrigued by the prospect than you’d like to admit. And I know—Ah ah ah, look at me,” He tsks, your eyelids fluttering as he eases his middle finger into your pussy. He raises his other hand, grasping your jaw to redirect your gaze to his. You swallow roughly, lips parting to draw in a greedy breath as he grinds his palm against your sensitive, throbbing clit. “I know that even if you really wanted to do it, you wouldn’t tell me, because you like pissing me off.”

“When has my disposition ever impacted you?” You grit out. He huffs softly, shaking his head.

“Don’t play dumb.”

“You’ve never taken me into acc—ount,” Your breath hitches as his fingers scissor and curl. Nathan’s gaze sweeps across your face, tongue darting out to swipe across his lips.

“If you really believe that, then you’re right,” He agrees. “You shouldn’t work for me.” He draws his fingers out, and you yelp as he lands a solid slap over your pussy. You scramble back, kicking a leg out to catch him as he slides off of the bed. He just chuckles and takes his clothes up, beginning to dress.

“Think about it,” He adds, drawing his pants up over the swell of his ass and buttoning them up. “50% raise, 20% signing bonus.”

“Position?”

“Collab and Documentation, Knowledge Management.”

“And how do I know this isn’t some fucking prank, something you’re offering to get your jollies off?”

“You don’t.”

You suck your cheeks in and bite down, eyes narrowing as Nathan picks his shirt up and draws it over his head. He pats his pockets down, then strolls over to where he kicked his shoes off.

“You oughta know, though,” He adds, “This offer has an expiration date.”

“Which is?”

“You have one month to decide.”

Your gaze drops to the mussed bed sheets. One month. That’ll give you three weeks out from your official contract end with Sc(ai)le, and one week out from your yearly review with Jenn.

“If I say yes?”

“We’ll talk through whoever you’re ready to bring on.”

“And if I say no?”

“You’re dead to me.”

You laugh at first, but it peters off as his brows raise. You’re not entirely sure that he’s kidding.

“One month,” He repeats, raising a finger before drifting out of your hotel room. You slouch back, listening for the inevitable close of your door before you flop back completely. One month. One month? On the face of it, it seems like enough time. But you have work, and other responsibilities. You hardly have enough time to maintain your own personal life. To have this decision on top of it? Hell, you can’t imagine you’ll find the time.

Best case scenario, the clock runs out on the offer before you have time to think about it.

Worst case scenario, it occupies your attention to the point of complete distraction.

You try to compartmentalize. You block off time in your calendar specifically for this, separate from your meetings, to game it out. You look into market rates, whether or not Bateman would be paying you what you’re worth. The fact of the matter is, he’s offered you more than he ought to. He could always change his mind, of course—nothing’s been put on paper.

You consider bringing it up to Jenn. It could be a mea culpa, an insistence that you’re coming around on Nathan. But you worry that Jenn may take it the wrong way, that it’ll seem less, I see it your way and more I’m jumping ship to join my archnemesis.

“Do you have a minute?”

“If this is about Nathan joining the board, I don’t think I do.”

“It’s not,” You insist, shaking your head. Jenn’s lips press into a thin line before she nods, waving you in. You step inside, shutting the door behind yourself before you drift deeper inside. Jenn continues typing, glancing up at you every few moments before she finally pushes her keyboard back.

“So, what’s up?”

You clear your throat, bracing your hands on the back of the chair.

“I., uh…You know that my contract is coming up soon.”

“Mhm.”

“I won’t be extending.”

Jenn nods slowly, but says nothing. You clear your drying throat again, shifting on your feet.

“I have a couple of offers, but one of them is…Supposedly,” Your hands flex on the back of the chair, “From BlueBook.”

Jenn’s brow twitches, and your stomach flips.

“BlueBook,” She repeats.

“Yes.”

“They contacted you?”

“Nathan issued it verbally, and I don’t have a history of…Trusting him. But,” You lean into it before Jenn can ague, “Over the past couple of years, I recognize that I…Perhaps haven’t given him the credit that I should’ve. He’s been good for the company, and he’s been good for your professional development…Even if he is a smug, snippy little jackass.”

Jenn seems to smile in spite of herself, her gaze dropping to the desk as he nods.

“So are you…Asking for me if you can go to BlueBook?” She hedges.

“I mean I’m not coming to you with my permission slip, you’re not my mom. But, you know,” You step around the chair and settle down in it. “If I took a place at BlueBook, um…How would you feel?”

“How would I ‘feel’?” Her brows inch up further. “Since when are you my therapist?”

“Jenn,” You groan. “I know we haven’t been seeing eye to eye for a while, but that doesn’t change the fact that you’re important to me…Or the fact that I know Bateman is important to you. I’m just…I don’t wanna step on any toes here.”

Jenn nods, raising her hand to comb through her hair as she glances around.

“Can I think about it?”

“Yeah! Yeah, of course,” You nod, pushing yourself out of your chair.

“Kay. Thanks for bringing this to my attention.”

“Thanks for your time.”

You make it all the way to the door, and have your hand on the knob when she pipes up: “Do you have any other offers?”

“Uh…” You turn to face her. “Two, yeah.”

“Okay. When do you need my answer by?”

“Uh…” You wrack your mind, “End of week, if that’s workable?”

“Okay.”

“Door open? Closed?

“Open.”

“Sure.”

You leave the office with the door open, tucking your hands into your pockets as you head back to your office. In truth, you’d expected the conversation to have gone far worse than it had. You’d expected a snappy confrontation, but Jenn had presented you with a level-headed consideration. Maybe it was unfair of you to assume. You’re not the only one that’s grown during your time at Sc(ai)le.

Your going away party is a far larger send-off than you’d expected. You’d known that Jenn was planning something, but when you’d walked into your favorite restaurant and had been met with a raucous yell of, “Surpriiiiiise!”, you’d nearly shat your heart out. The invite list hadn’t included the entire company by any means, mostly the people that you’d worked with closely for the last three years.

Maybe that’s why seeing Bateman among the crowd shouldn’t be quite as shocking as it is.

He keeps catching your eye across the room, raising his brows or shooting you a wink now and again. You can’t help your swelling amusement, averting your eyes and turning away from him whenever you can. You keep your distance at first, but you can’t manage it all night.

“Are you ignoring me?”

“I’m trying to.”

“Ouch.”

You roll your eyes openly, unable to stop the smile that blooms on your lips. You lean heavily against the bar, waiting as the bartender makes your drink.

“Surprised you made it out,” You comment.

“Well, Jenn promised a helluva party.”

“Is it living up to your expectations?”

“Eh,” Nathan shrugs, looking around. “It’s alright. I’ve been to better. Hell, I’ve thrown better.”

“I’ll make sure to mention your kind words to her.”

“Careful,” He chuckles. “Don’t wanna make an enemy of your boss.”

“Jenn’s not my boss anymore.”

“I meant me.”

“That’s not for another couple of weeks.”

“Hey, you signed the contract. I became your boss the second you did.”

“Well. I’m sorry to hear that.”

“Oh?”

“Mm. I was thinking of inviting you over later.”

“You still could.”

“I told you, Bateman,” You lean in a little, your voice dipping to a murmur. “I’m not gonna fuck my boss.”

Bateman’s cocky expression flickers, his tongue sweeping across his lower lip before he turns away, shooting the bartender a smile and ordering a beer. You reach out, taking your drink and sipping it. You fight back a shiver as Nathan shifts closer, his arm brushing yours.

“Maybe I walk the whole boss thing back,” He offers, “For a couple of days.”

“Oh?”

“Maybe.”

“Interesting.”

“Maybe a week.”

“A week,” You scoff a laugh.

“Maybe.”

“Jenn said you were heading back to your facility for tomorrow.”

“I am.”

You glance up at him, raising your brows when you find him watching you expectantly.

“...No,” You shake your head.

“You could.”

“There are a lot of things I could do. I could jump off of a cliff, that doesn’t mean I’m going to.”

“You’re such a fucking drama queen.”

“I’m not going up there.”

“Why not?”

“For what? A bang trip?”

“What else?"

“You want me to take a plane to see you for a bang trip.”

“No. I want you to take a plane, a helicopter, and a hike for a bang trip.”

“You’re ridiculous.”

“Say yes.”

“You think I’m that easy?”

“I know you are.”

You flash him an irritated glance. He just grins, raising his beer and taking a sip.

“Watch it with that,” You warn.

“Alright, alright,” Jenn’s voice breaks in behind you. “Whatever the conversation is, let’s put the gloves back on.”

You shift, turning to face her with a small smile.

“They were never off,” You insist.

“We’re just having a friendly conversation,” Nathan adds.

“What I just heard didn’t sound very friendly to me,” Jenn arches a brow, looking between the two of you. You shrug a little, glancing toward Nathan.

“Well. We have different definitions on that score, I guess.”

“You gonna miss it?” Jenn nudges your shoulder with hers. You sway for emphasis before nudging her gently in turn. It’s nice and cool on the restaurant’s back patio. The sounds of the party drift out toward you. You peer down at the champagne flute in your hands.

“I’m going to miss seeing you,” You offer, “And…You know, I’ll miss some of our other coworkers. But, um…Honestly, Jenn,” You laugh a little nervously. “I think we need the distance.”

You can see Jenn nodding slowly out of the corner of your eye.

“I know that Sc(ai)le wasn’t what you wanted, you know. Bateman backed you into a corner with me.” Jenn turns her head, smiling at you. “But I’ve appreciated your help.”

You reach up, patting her cheek gently.

“I’m still going to haunt the hell out of your office,” You warn. “And make sure you’re eating lunch.”

Jenn chuckles, nodding.

“You better.”

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