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imaginedisish · 4 years ago

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The Adults are Talking (Tenet) Neil x Reader

A/N: HEY GUYS!!! HERE IS THE SMUT!!! This is my first time writing smut in a long time, so I’m sorry if it’s awkward ahhh!!! It’s 3:30 over here on the East Coast of the US, so I’m going to BEDDDD!!!! Enjoy!

Summary: (dom!)Neil teaches you a lesson for being forgetful and late, and it’s the type of lesson you're sure to never forget.

Warnings: SMUT, SO MUCH SMUT. Overstimulation, lot’s of cursing, minor violence, and a very dominant Neil, so this is very much 18+, read at your own risk...

Word Count: 3,747

I’m so fucking late, You think to yourself.

Nervousness swells in your gut as your black boots press harshly into green grass below your feet. Your eyes search the crowd around you as shoulders hurriedly crash into your chest. No one apologizes, they just keep moving as they try to get a better view of what lies at the front of the crowd.

You were 10 minutes late for a training session with the new recruits. You knew that Neil would most likely tease you endlessly for it. You were late because of him, after all.

You and Neil had been secretly together for quite sometime, which meant extensive sneaking around, just like a couple of teenagers. Usually you would go to his room while everyone was still eating dinner in the cafeteria, spend some time together, and then head back into your room to go to sleep. No one saw a thing. No questions were asked.

But this time was different. This time, you let yourself fall asleep in his arms.

I’m an idiot, You think to yourself as you push a hand through your dampened hair. Neil decided to steal the keys to your room and run into the shower ahead of you as a playful punishment for your forgetfulness.

“I don’t know what to say, but I’m disappointed, (Y/N)!” Neil sarcastically sings through the other side of the bathroom door.

You rush over to the door, and knock a few times. “Come on Neil, let me in, or at least give me my keys so I can shower in my room!” You can’t help but smile, despite the fact that you were definitely going to be late.

“No, I’m teaching you a lesson here,” Neil pauses, “And then after the training session, I’ll teach you another.” You feel your cheeks flush with redness.

Your heart somersaults in your chest at the thought of the other lesson Neil had planned.

You look around, forcing yourself to focus. You can easily tell that you stick out like a sore thumb amongst the new recruits. You look far too polished and put together to be new. You’re too…sophisticated. Your black, faux leather dress pants and tight black turtleneck clash against the beige and green bodies spread across the open field. Still, despite your appearance, you get the feeling that you’re a freshman being judged by the older kids, when in reality it should be the other way around. You shake the feeling off, remembering that you have nothing to prove.

While you weren’t recruited to Tenet too long ago, you were granted extremely high clearance almost immediately. TP saw something special in you from the very second he met you. You were skilled in hand to hand combat, and you could shoot a gun better than anyone, better than Ives, better than Neil, even better than TP. After all, you were a high level CIA operative before you were recruited to join Tenet. Your training goes back years.

“(Y/N)!” You hear a familiar voice call out from the near distance. You stand on your tippy toes, searching for the dirty blonde head that matched the voice.

Out of the corner of your eye you spot two slender, toned arms waving erratically at the front of the crowd. He smirks, and waves even faster as he realizes that you’ve found him. You push through the recruits as you get closer to the front.

All of a sudden, a hand grabs your wrist and pulls you out of the sea of people.

“Took you long enough,” Neil says, a cocky grin spread across his face. Your heart thumps in your chest. His long fingers are still wrapped around your wrist. He pulls you closer to him, and brings his lips to your right ear, “Try to be faster next time, love, and maybe I’ll go easier on you.”

You feel your face redden with heat. He lets you go, but you’re all shaken up now. You almost wish he held on. A shiver travels down your spine. Your mind is too foggy with thoughts of Neil to recognize that Ives had already started talking.

You clear your throat, still focused on what Neil had just said. “G-go easier on me?”

With the blink of an eye, Neil grabs your waist, and pins you down to the ground. He presses his right hand into the center of your chest. He pulls a knife from his back left pocket and points it in the direction of your throat. The recruits rowdily cheer Neil on. He smirks, basking in the attention. You can’t even imagine how red your face is now.

“And at this point,” Ives pauses as a slight smile tugs at his lips. He looks down to you, “We can see that Neil has the advantage. It’s safe to say that (Y/N) would be dead if she were the enemy.” Neil puts the knife back into his pocket, and stands up.

He extends a hand out to you, and you grab it, grateful for the assistance. That is, until he twists your arm, turning you to face the crowd. His right arm pulls your back into his chest. Your hips brush against his. He pulls you even closer so that you’re glued against him. You’re stuck; there’s nowhere to go. He takes his knife out of his pocket and brings it to your neck again.

You swear that you can feel him pushing his crotch against your lower half.

“Are you alright, darling,” He mumbles against the skin of your neck. You can feel his gaze land on your face. You swallow harshly and nod. “Good,” Neil says in response. “I wouldn’t want you too beat up, especially for later.”

Later? You think to yourself as you ignore Ives’s description of Neil’s move. “What’s happening later?” You whisper back to him.

He lets you go and gives you a smug look that reads, You should know already, love.

You breathe in sharply as your mind races with thoughts of Neil. Now wasn’t the time for this. You were embarrassing yourself in front of the new recruits. They were going to think you were weak.

You tilt your head side to side, cracking your neck slightly. You roll your shoulders back and get into your fighting stance. You’re ready this time. You tune everything out and focus on Neil’s movements. He flashes a smile your way but you know he’s trying to distract you. The recruits’ cheers quiet down a bit as their interest piques.

“You’re so unbelievably cocky, Neil. It’ll be the death of you,” You playfully remark. Neil furrows his brows and squints his eyes. He takes a single step towards you and you take a single step back.

Neil chuckles, “What? You’re too scared to get any closer to me?” You can tell Neil’s guard is down. You’ve got him right where you want him.

The left corner of your mouth turns up slightly. You rush towards him, stepping onto your left foot and round housing Neil on the right side of his stomach. He buckles over. You feel a twinge of guilt before you take another step, sliding down to the ground, and kicking your legs into Neil’s ankles in a circular motion from left to right. You sweep him off his feet and he falls to the ground. You stand back up and look down at him.

“Now that’s what I call a comeback!” Ives shouts. The new recruits roar in excitement. You reach out your right hand to Neil and he takes it. He gets back on his feet and brushes off the dirt from his navy blue dress shirt.

Neil shakes his head in defeat. “Yeah, I guess she got me back,” He says taking a step towards you. He lowers his voice and says something that’s clearly only meant for you to hear,

“But I’ll get you back later.”

Later, the word repeats itself over and over in your head.

“Alright everyone! We’ll reconvene after lunch!” Ives yells, and the recruits make their way back into the boxy white building that houses the Tenet headquarters.

Neil and Ives walk a few feet away from you and begin to chat. Ives briefly looks concerned, but Neil waves his hand, appearing to reassure him about something you’re not supposed to hear. Ives shakes his head as the concerned look falls back upon his face. He breaks his stare from Neil and looks towards you.

You take that as your cue to walk over. “I kicked your ass there, didn’t I?” You say jokingly, nudging into Neil’s side with your elbow.

Neil sighs and moves his head to turn towards you. “The adults are talking, (Y/N), pipe down love.” The sense of elitism in Neil’s words are carried through an ever so dominant tone. You know he’s teasing you, but you can also tell he’s trying to get under you skin.

Ives chuckles, “The ‘adults’? Neil, since when have you proved to me that you’re an adult?” You can’t help laugh at Ives’s dig at Neil. Ives’s laughing continues as turns away from you and Neil and follows closely behind the recruits.

You take a step forwards to walk behind Ives, expecting Neil to come along as well, but he doesn’t. He grabs your upper arm and pulls you towards him.

“Thought you could get away?” He stares into your eyes. “You didn’t forget about what I said earlier, did you?” He questions, his grip growing tighter around your arm.

Your heart pounds in your chest as you think of some sort of response. “I-I-,” But you’re speechless.

Neil’s eyes pierce through your soul and he parts his lips, “I believe I told you that I’d be teaching you a lesson, didn’t I?” His domineering voice leaves goosebumps on your arms.

You look around, noticing that everyone had already gone inside. It was just you and Neil now.

Neil pulls you closer to him yet again. “You still haven’t answered, love,” He says softly as his free hand glides down your side, settling finally on your hip.

“Yes,” You mumble under your breath. You can’t concentrate. You’re too wrapped up in the thought of Neil pinning you down to the ground and taking you right here and now.

Neil releases your hip and begins to walk you towards the building. “Good,” He says nonchalantly. You walk across the green field and onto the concrete sidewalk that outlines the shape of the headquarters. You finally approach a door. Neil opens it and brings you inside. He instinctively lets go of your arm the second you enter the building, as the sounds of people and the flow of pedestrian traffic overwhelms your senses.

“Follow me,” Neil demands. He walks in front of you, and you follow close behind. You walk down a series of similar hallways before recognizing where you are.

You’re headed towards the living quarters of the building.

You swallow hard, trying to keep up with Neil. He turns around to catch a glimpse of you, and notices that you’re starting a slow down a bit.

He grins confidently as he closes the gap between you and him. “What? Are you overwhelmed, darling?” He questions as his hands land on your waist.

“Neil,” You whisper, “What if someone sees us?”

Neil pulls you against his chest. “That just makes it more exciting, doesn’t it?”

You gasp as he pulls the collar of your turtleneck down a bit, bringing his lips to your neck, planting soft kisses on your now exposed skin. He sucks lightly. You look around. The coast is clear, but you know it won’t be for long.

“N-Neil,” You moan. Neil’s lips leave your neck in response, and he brings his left hand up to cover your mouth.

He looks left, and then right, searching for somewhere to go. There’s a single door at the end of the hallway. He uncovers your mouth and grabs your wrist. He practically runs into the door before twisting the knob and pushing it open.

He pulls you into the room as the door shuts behind you.

“What happened to going back to your room?” You ask, confused as to why you’re in what appears to be a dark, tiny, unused office.

“Because, I couldn’t wait any longer.”

You feel your need for him growing. He takes a step towards you so that your back is up against the door. Neil reaches behind you and twists the lock.

You can feel yourself getting more and more wet. You need friction between your legs. The sensation is driving you crazy.

Neil’s hands secure themselves onto your hips, pushing you harder into the door. His lips find themselves in the crook of your neck again, but this time Neil is rougher. He lightly sucks your skin, intending to leave his mark on your. You moan in pleasure as Neil’s right hand finds its way in between your legs, spreading them a part slightly.

“You need me, don’t you?” He asks as his lips leave your neck. His ocean eyes deeply stare into yours.

You breathe shallowly. “Y-yes,” You stutter.

Neil grins. “I thought so.” He grabs your waist again, picking you up and setting you down on the desk that’s on other side of the tiny room. He grabs the inside of your thighs and parts your legs with his hand, filling the newly made gap with his body. He rests his right hand on your thigh, and his left on your waist.

“Please, Neil,” You murmur, wanting him to touch you where you need him most.

“Please what?” Neil asks, his face moves closer to yours.

“Please,” You pause as your heart beats out of your chest, “Touch me.”

Neil’s lips crash into yours as his hands wander to the hem of your pants. His fingers move down to play with your button before undoing it completely. He finds his way to your zipper and carelessly unzips your pants. His hands move back up to the top of your trousers. Much to your dismay, his lips leave yours. You groan at the loss.

Your unhappiness ends almost instantly as you feel Neil slide your pants down your legs, discarding them to the side. He pushes himself back in between your legs and brings his thumb over the your underwear to your clit, slowly sliding down to explore the rest of you.

He lands over your folds and smiles. “You’re already wet for me and I’ve barely touched you at all,” Neil says. He takes his hand away from your heat and brings it up towards the hem of your panties. He plays with the elastic band for a second and brings his attention to your eyes, searching for consent.

You nod your head in anticipation, and he pulls at the hem, bringing them down your legs, and throwing them on the floor.

Neil grabs the bottom of your shirt next, pulling it up over your head as you lift your arms to give him easier access. He places his hands on your back and starts to mess with the hooks of your bra. With ease, he undoes the clasp, and your bra falls to the side.

He steps back, looking you up and down. You bring your knees together, rubbing them against one another in search of some sort of friction. Neil shakes his head and spreads your legs again.

“You haven’t earned that yet,” He breathes. His hands grab your waist and slide up the sides of your body. He stops at your breasts, playing lightly with your nipples.

You gasp at the feeling, needing more. Neil squeezes them tightly. He smirks, and then moves his hands back down to your hips.

“What do you want me to do?” Neil asks. His breathing becomes heavier. Despite his attempt to be the dominant one, you can sense his need for you.

You take a deep breath as his hand moves down towards your heat. “I want you to make me come, please,” You plead.

You gasp as Neil’s thumb brushes over your clit. It’s slow at first, but still enough to make you moan. He picks up the pace a bit, rubbing small, slow circles where you need them most. You throw your head back and moan. Neil smirks, loving how he’s making you feel.

Neil’s circles get faster, pushing you closer to the edge. You shut your eyes tight, letting the pleasure take over.

Abruptly, Neil’s touch disappears, leaving you feeling cold and empty. You groan in agony, wanting more. “N-Neil don’t st-,”

You’re cut off by a warm, wet sensation at your folds. You open your eyes to see Neil’s head in between your legs. His tongue rolls over your clit. Suddenly, you feel a finger at your entrance.

“Shit, N-Neil,” You cry out in pleasure as Neil pushes his middle finger inside of you. He sucks roughly on your clit, pushing his finger in and out.

Neil adds his index finger, and it’s already too much to handle. “Fuck,” You whimper as you feel yourself getting closer and closer to climaxing.

“You like that?” Neil says, his words vibrating against you, sending waves of pleasure throughout your body.

You moan in response, but that’s not enough for Neil. He takes his lips off of you, and takes his fingers out. “I asked you a question, (Y/N).”

You want him to fill you up again, to make you feel whole again. “Y-yes Neil, I like it. You feel amaz-, oh fuck!” You practically scream as Neil shoves his fingers back inside of you, his tongue lapping at your folds.

“You taste amazing,” Neil says against your clit before sucking on you again. His words alone could take you there.

“Neil I-,” You try to get your words out, but you can’t form a proper sentence.

“I love when you say my name like that, darling,” He says, sucking even harder now.

You can’t hold back anymore. “I’m so close,” You mumble. “I wanna come, please,” You beg.

“Then come for me, (Y/N), now,” Neil commands. You do as he says. You feel your walls tightening, you feel yourself collapsing around his touch.

“Holy sh-shit,” You stutter. You come around his fingers as you throw your head back against the wall.

Neil removes his fingers from you and stands up.

“I think it’s my turn now,” Neil remarks slyly, undoing his belt. You feel butterflies flutter in your stomach.

You watch closely as he slips his pants down his legs and steps out of them. He brings his hands up to the top of his shirt and unbuttons each button one at a time. He throws his shirt to the side.

You gulp harshly as he pulls his boxers down, revealing his hardened member. He gets closer to you, pushing your hair out of your face, searching your eyes once more for consent as he lines himself up with your opening.

You nod.

“F-fuck!” You cry out, feeling the overstimulation wash over every inch of your body as Neil enters you. He grabs your right breast with his hand.

Neil starts out slow. “You feel so good around me,” He says, moving rhythmically in and out of you.

He then brings one hand up to your chin, and the other to the middle of your back, forcing you to sit up and stare into his eyes. His lips meet yours hungrily, searching for something more. Neil picks up his pace, growing faster and faster.

“Neil,” You sigh, “I don’t know how long I can last.” You were already close.

“You got to hold on longer, darling. Don’t come yet.” Even when he whispers he’s commanding.

“O-okay,” You mumble, bitting down on your lip, trying to hold yourself back. It was all becoming too much for you to handle.

“You’re taking me so well, (Y/N),” Neil praises you as he speeds up even more, his hips bumping hard into yours.

He’s going to send you over the edge. Your walls begin to clench tightly around his cock.

“Neil, I-,”

He cuts you off. “No, not yet,” He says shakily. “I’m so close. Shit!”

Neil moans loudly, his lips capturing yours in another passionate kiss.

“Y-yes,” Neil huffs, pushing in and out of you even quicker now. You know he’s seconds away from finishing, and so are you. “I’m ready now, love. Come with me,” Neil begs.

You do as he says, your walls clenching harder around his hard dick. Profanities fly out of your mouths as you both reach your climax. After a few, slow pumps, Neil pulls out of you, stroking his cock a few times before reaching down and grabbing his boxers. He slips them on, and looks over at you, still sitting on the table. You’re so sore, so tired. But it’s all so worth it.

He walks over to you, cupping your right cheek in his hand, and bringing your face close to his.

“I love you, (Y/N),” Neil says as his lips find yours again.

You part from him. “I love you too, Neil.”

Neil grins, looking around the room at the mess you two made, and the mess he made of you. He looks proud.

And he should be, You think to yourself. Only Neil could make you feel this way.

You stand up, grabbing your panties and slipping them on. They’re still soaked. You grab your bra put it on as well. You look over at Neil, who’s buttoning up his dress shirt now.

He’s watching your every move, as if he’s still fucking you in his head.

“Just looking,” He says, a wide smile makes its way across his face. “I mean, how could I not?” He slides his pants back on, and buckles his belt.

“So,” He pauses for a second, “Do you think you learned your lesson?” He questions finally, arching an eyebrow in your direction.

You can’t help but giggle. “If the lesson was that I should ‘misbehave’ more often, then yes, lesson learned.”

Neil grins widely and walks over to you. “I guess I’m a good teacher then.”

He embraces you tightly, pulling you into his chest, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Yeah, I guess you are,” You say, grinning back at Neil.

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inklore · 3 years ago

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𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭!

shockingly i’ve never done one of these before, but there’s a first for everything right??? and since i have nothing to do on this lovely friday night i thought why not?

this will probably go into the wee hours of the night since i never sleep, but if not everything is answered tonight then they definitely will down the road!

here are just some things to keep in mind:

you do not have to send in a prompt, it can literally be a thot or concept, etc. but if you would rather have a prompt then check out my prompts tag

i’ll be accepting them for the following (or check my who i write for info if there’s someone not on this list you’d like to see)

marvel: moon knight (all alters), all peter parker’s, frank castle, yelena belova, loki laufeyson, thor odinson, joaquin torres

dc: bruce wayne, edward nashton, arthur curry

etc fandoms: anthony bridgerton, benedict bridgerton, santiago garcia, poe dameron, cedric diggory, neil (tenet)

feel free to add tropes, au’s, genre’s light/dark themes, more than one babe, smutty, angst, fluff, to your request as well, all is welcome!

no pressure tags: @holyvictim @aphrogeneias @duskliar @cityofstqrs @fluffyprettykitty @ohcaptains @littlenymphiewrites @simplystevies @silver-pieces @wint3r-h3art @tom-whore-dleston @rae-gar-targaryen @greenorangevioletgrass @jettia @kthynes @clints-lucky-arrow @burnthoneymint <33

#blurb night !#moon knight smut #moon knight x reader #peter parker smut #peter parker x reader #frank castle x reader #yelena belova x reader #loki laufeyson x reader #thor odinson x reader #bruce wayne x reader #edward nashton x reader #anthony bridgerton x reader #benedict bridgerton x reader #santiago garcia x reader #poe dameron x reader #cedric diggory x reader #neil tenet x reader

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imaginingmarvelandeverything · 2 years ago

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Request Rules and Prompts!

Master post

You can send up to three prompts per ask for one of the characters listed below.

Prompts are first come first served, and will be crossed out when taken.

You can mix and match, so you could send in one fluff, one angst and one smut prompt in the same ask if you want to.

I am going to try and make each ask at least 1k words.

Please just send prompts and a character, not a full scenario!

If you want Bruce Wayne asks to be for the convenience couple, please specify this as I’m happy to do prompts for them!

You do not have to be following me to send a request!

I will be starting a new taglist for this celebration, so shoot me an ask or a comment if you want to be tagged!

Anyway, here are the characters:

- Bruce Wayne

- Jason Todd

- Neil (Tenet)

-Billy Hargrove

-Eddie Munson

-Steve Harrington

And here are the prompts:

Fluff:

1. "I'll take over from here, go get some rest."

2. "Need any help?"

3. "I love you."

4. “I can’t stop thinking about you.”

5. “They’re good for each other.”

6. “I just wanted to make sure you’re okay.”

7. “You’re welcome to stay, if you want?”

8. “Hold still. this might sting a little.”

9. “I just wanted to say thank you for protecting me.”

10. “Keep it. It looks better on you.”

11. “You’re not an awful company when you’re not trying to be obnoxious and ruin my day.”

12. "Shh, it's okay. I'm here.”

13. “I know we’re not... friends or anything, but... I’m here for you, if you need someone to talk to.”

14. “I didn’t have anywhere else to go.”

15. "You look like you're going to fall asleep on your feet."

Angst:

16. "It would be better if you stayed away from me."

17. “You always push people away. I just thought you’d never do it to me”

18. “I didn’t realise I was such an inconvenience.”

19. "Don't go on that date." "Why?" "You know why." "Say it."

20. “She deserves better than me.”

21. “You think I want this?”

22. “I’m tired...I’m so tired.”

23. "Why is this happening to us?"

24. "Don't look at me like that!" "Like what?" "Like that! You can't just waltz back into my life like you haven't been missing for the past few months!"

25. “Where? Tell me where!”

26. “You’re not okay! Stop telling me you’re okay!”

27. “You were supposed to be there for me. And you weren’t. You weren’t there.”

28. “I always wondered why you chose me.. Now, I know. It was all a lie.”

29. "I can't keep kissing strangers and pretending that they're you."

30. "You promised.

Smut:

31. “If you want to cum you have to beg.”

32. “The only way you’re getting off is on my thigh.”

33. “If we get caught I’m blaming you.”

34. "You can give me another one, can't you baby? For me, please?”

35. "Why should I wear anything at all if you're going to tear it off?"

36. “There’s so many things I wanna do to you.”

37. “Use your words.”

38. “Let me give you a reason to stay in bed.”

39. “I can’t sleep without you here.”

40. “This is a one time thing.”

41. “Touch me and you lose.”

42. "So pretty when you're all tied up and needy."

43. "Move an inch and you won't be cumming tonight."

44. “I want you to touch yourself.”

45. “You’re so beautiful all spread out like this... just for me.”

(any reblogs to spread the word would be much appreciated considering tags hate me atm 😊)

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twinklelilstarkey · 4 years ago

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Feel Better - Neil {TENET}

Pairing: Neil x Reader

Words: 1.9k+

Type: Smut

Summary: Neil leaves the bed after a nightmare, and Y/N helps him feel better.

Warnings: Straight up sex. If you don’t like it, don’t read it. Mentions of bodily fluids, overstimulation, etc.

You wake up from your peaceful sleeping state as you turn over to the side in your bed, in hopes to collide into the warmth of your boyfriend’s body, but it doesn’t happen.

Your eyes open, staring into the darkness of the room, and your hand reaches to where Neil had been laying down.

The surface under your palm feels slightly warm, meaning that it hasn’t been long since he got up. You sit up, when recognizing that there’s no going back to sleep now, and look at the ground in hopes to find a piece of clothing with the lack of light.

You grab his discarded shirt from the ground and put it on, only caring enough to button at least 2 of the buttons at the front, before getting up.

You drag your slow feet out of the room and look around the hallway for any open doors that could indicate Neil’s whereabouts, but every single one is closed.

Once you reach the living room, the lights of the city were the only light source, but they were enough to light up your boyfriend, who sat right by the end of the windowed wall, leaning his back on the wooden one.

You walk over to Neil as he stares into the city and his eyes quickly snap back at you once you get close enough.

“Why aren’t you in bed?” You ask him in a whisper, not wanting to disrupt the silence.

You crouch next to him, taking a look at his messy dyed dirty-blonde hair as he just simply stares into your eyes.

“I had a nightmare” He whispers back.

As those words fill the space between you, you decide to sit down and lean back onto the wall just like him. Neil’s eyes stay trained on you as you do it, watching how the skin of your legs sparkled in the poor lighting.

“Do you want to talk about it?” You ask, leaving a quick kiss on his naked shoulder.

“It’s work related” He says before looking away into the city again.

You stay quiet but still grab one of his hands. Neil doesn’t react as you pull his left hand onto your lap, he just lets you do it. You bring his hand close to your lips and leave a light kiss over his knuckles once you do it. Neil visibly relaxes with your actions and lets you lean closer to him.

The apartment is very much heated, shielding you from the cold night outside of these walls, but you still snuggled closer to Neil in search of his warmth.

You look up at Neil, to see what expression his face holds, and he just continues to stare at the night quietly. His expression doesn’t show much emotion, but you know that the nightmare must be replaying on his mind for some time.

“Was it really bad?” You ask him.

“Yeah”

You lean your cheek onto his shoulder, hugging his arm close to your (almost completely exposed) chest. Neil’s hand lays on your legs as you them held up close to your chest.

His fingers move slightly on your soft skin, almost as if he was scared to move them further and you stare at his hand in response.

Neil does it again and his interest moves over to his hand. His fingers move slowly through a small part of your leg, and his mind is filled with thoughts that he would love to just forget.

“Are you okay?” You ask lastly making his eyes move over at yours.

His silence was good enough of a response to you.

You move his hand out of your leg as well as his arm from in front of you, before leaning a bit forward and bringing yourself up to your knees. Neil looks at you as you move and almost groans as you sit right on top of his thighs, straddling him.

The only articles of clothing that separated your bodies are the shirt that you’re wearing and Neil’s boxers. But that didn’t stop you from wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him into your chest into a hug.

As Neil’s head rests on your chest, his arms wrap around your waist as a response, pulling you impossibly closer.

“Can I make you feel better?” You ask him before leaving a kiss on the top of his head. Neil leans his head back a bit when hearing your words to stare up at you.

“You don’t need to”

Your hands cup Neil’s cheeks and your lips meet. Both moving slowly against each other.

Neil is worried that he is pushing you further than you can handle but you couldn’t give a less of a fuck that you were still sore from the events in the beginning of your evening. If he needs you, you’re more than willing to cooperate.

You pull away from the kiss with a small smile and his hands go over to your hips as yours let go of his face.

You start to unbutton the two buttons left of the shirt and Neil plants a kiss in your sternum as it is revealed to the light.

Neil’s wet kisses paint a pattern in your skin and you continue to take off your shirt. His hands move slowly to your ribs as his lips discovered the already marked skin.

Your naked skin is painted by the shades of red and purple from the ones that already started to bruise. From your hips to behind your ear, you’re marked by Neil’s fingertips and hickeys.

He moves away slightly to acknowledge the sight of your body and a smirk fights its way into both of your lips. He could look at you all day.

Your hands move down from his chest and stop at the elastic band of his boxers.

Neil hisses as your finger lays on top of the tent built under the fabric and you smile maliciously. Your finger traces it for the sole purpose of watching Neil react, but you stop before giving him a peck on the lips.

Your boyfriend stares at you and your naked form as you move your hands over the elastic band and smiles a bit when feeling you tug at it.

He lifts his hips by laying his hands on the floor to help you and you pull the boxers down, making his hardened cock jump out right in front of your eyes.

Neil fights to keep quiet as the relief of freedom fills his lower half and you discard his boxers once finally being able to pull them down his legs. His hands hold your waist as you rapidly wrap your hand around the base of his member.

He holds in his gasp and you move your fist upwards, starting to please him. Your thumb traces his slit as you reach the head of his cock and Neil slowly lowers his hands to your hips.

With his half wooded eyes he moves his hand over your navel and lowers it. You gasp loudly as Neil’s finger finds its way to your clit right as it moves through your lips.

You still feel sensitive from a few hours ago but as soon as his finger starts to circle your bundle of nerves, you forget all of the possible discomfort that could come with the overstimulation.

“Fuck, Neil” You gasp as he continues his movements.

He smiles at your words but quickly stops, moving his hand away from your pussy and moving yours away from his cock. You hold in your groan from the lack of contact but quickly shut up as Neil moves you closer to him and starts lining his head with your entrance.

You moan lowly as you feel him slowly entering you and you lower your hips at the same pace, taking him inch by inch as pleasure fills both your mind and body.

“Shit” you cry out as you reach halfway. Neil throws his head back slightly as he feels your walls contracting against him, holding back the sounds that you would love to hear.

You, once regaining your strength, start to move down once more and as soon as you felt full enough, you started riding him, slowly gaining your speed. Neil grips your waist as you start to move faster and stares down at how well you’re taking his cock. His member glistens with your juices as you move back up and he was falling in love with the sight.

Your whimpers and small gasps reach his ears and he can’t help but bring his hand closer to your mound. His thumb lays over your clit and quickly starts to move over and around it.

“Oh my-” you say as soon as you feel him.

Your toes curl in pleasure and your hands move over to Neil’s shoulders, trying to grip onto something while trying to maintain your movements, steady.

He hisses in pleasure as you sink lower than ever since you started and you smile over the immense pleasure. Your nails press onto his skin as you repeat your movements and quickly steal a kiss from Neil as he stares at your chest.

Your boobs move with your movements, up and down and Neil’s eyes are fixated on them. His hand reaches over and wraps over one, squeezing it while lost in the pure bliss of the moment.

A shear layer of sweat starts to coat the two of you and you start to feel your orgasm get closer and closer. You have been trying your best to hold it back but you just can’t.

“I’m so close” you whisper while leaning over closer to Neil.

“Come for me, baby” he answers in a lower tone.

In a matter of seconds and a few more thrusts, your movements start to get sloppier and sloppier. The sound of your moaning and skin slapping onto each other is all that fills the large apartment, echoing in the long hallway.

“Shit” Neil says as your walls squeeze his cock with such force that he can already feel his orgasm closing in as well.

Your moans get louder and louder and right as Neil presses his thumb a slightly bit harder on your clit, you’re sent over the moon. Your body starts to spasm slightly against Neil’s and as you reach your peak, Neil helps you continue to ride him by gripping your hips.

The overstimulation makes your body shake on top of his as it screams for a break, but you couldn’t help but find pleasure in the discomfort of it all.

You stare at Neil with your half wooded eyes and right as you do it, Neil reaches his orgasm. A groan escapes his mouth as he does it, and you feel him emptying himself inside you.

Your loud breathing is all that can now be heard in the room. The window next to you has fogged up and you smile at the sight of it.

You look over at Neil and you find him already staring at you. You both smile at each other in the same second and you lean in to kiss his lips, but stop right before they touch.

“I love you” You whisper and his lips curl into a bigger smile.

“I love you too”

You close the space between the two of you and kiss him, your hands move from his shoulders to his hair and your fingers grip onto it.

“Can we go to bed, now?” You ask when pulling away making Neil chuckle softly at you.

“Yes, we can”

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This is my first time ever writing just straight up smut, is this good? If not, can somebody help me be better at this?

#neil x reader #neil tenet x reader #robert pattinson #robert pattinson x reader #robert pattinson imagine #tenet #tenet imagine #tenet imagines #smut

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whats-rambled-rambled · 4 years ago

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do it for me

Neil x Reader

summary: plot what plot

warnings: 18+ and I mean it

author’s note: have I mentioned that my friends are simply the best? They inspire me, provide amazing songs, then show the incredible amount of support during the whole process when I battle my brain to spin a story and make it work for me. I love you ladies, you know who you are.

This is a one-shot, but I wrote it with my Smoke & Mirrors duo in mind (so that means f!Reader)

The song for this fic is Rosenfeld - Do it for me

And listen, could it be filthier? Yes. Or more descriptive? You bet.

But maybe next time.

Anyway, enjoy and let me know what you think, please?

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You raised your head at the sound of a litany of curses coming from the kitchen.

What now?

You walked in on Neil waving an oven glove around, coughing into his sleeve.

“Instant cake mix - one. Mister I have a master's in physics - zero. Who would’ve thought?” you smirked, leaning against a doorframe.

He huffed, opening a window. “Hey, I followed all the instructions from the box!”

“And then?” you asked, scrunching your nose as he paraded past you with a burnt mess of a cake.

He sent you a tired look, tossing the slightly smoky brick into a garbage bin.

“And then I forgot to set a timer.”

You snickered and shook your head. “Of course.” Your gaze landed on a half-full bowl on the countertop. “You think that’s edible?”

“I don’t see why it wouldn’t be, but as we established, today is not my day,” he said, shrugging lightly.

Your chest clenched with fondness and you closed the gap between you. The last few days had been hectic and you both really needed a rest. “Aww, it’s all right,” you cooed, cupping his face in your palms and placing a small kiss on the tip of his nose. “Just get us spoons.”

He gave you a thankful smile and, a moment later, you sat down on the cold kitchen floor, scooping a cream out of the bowl, sharing your most humiliating food-related stories. And when it was almost gone, you put down the spoons and used your hands to clean the sides, not willing to waste anything.

Neil took the empty bowl and stood up to place it in a sink. As you got up and stretched your arms, he looked at you and snorted.

“What?”

“You’ve got--... wait, let me--”

He reached out and wiped a bit of cream from the corner of your mouth.

Oh, right.

And just like that, a cheeky idea popped into your mind.

You grabbed his hand, and mischievous sparks lit up your eyes. Locking your gaze with his, you licked the cream off his finger. And then you wrapped your lips over his digit and sucked on it, twirling your tongue around as you pulled it out slowly.

A roguish smile crept on his face.

“Careful, you’re giving me ideas.”

You raised a brow. “Who says that’s not the point?” you teased, letting go of his hand and reaching to his shirt, tugging at the striped material lightly. Kiting him towards the sofa, you batted your lashes. “Besides, I don’t think they’re gonna beat mine.”

Neil’s eyes widened at the sight of your wicked grin. He composed himself quickly, feigning indifference, but it didn’t reach his darkened gaze.

“Is that so?” he said, grabbing your waist. “Care to share?”

A gentle push on his chest was enough to send him down on the sofa.

“Oh, I don’t know,” you started, pouting and leaning in, placing hands on his laps. You looked into the blue eyes while your fingers unhurriedly traveled up his thighs. “See, I might get too…“ - you ran your tongue through your lips - “...busy to say anything,” you continued, noting with satisfaction the way Neil’s breath hitched. You nudged his ear with your nose and whispered, “How about I just show you--”

He hissed as you palmed over the bulk in his pants.

“Fuck--”

“Well, pretty close,” a husky chuckle escaped your mouth, already ghosting over his neck. “I can’t wait to taste every inch of you.” A barely audible gasp you got from him quickened your heartbeat. You pulled back and looked into his eyes again. “Please?”

The blue irises overcast with lust as he tried to wrap his mind about the fact you could even make a request like that.

“You’re asking...?”

You hummed in confirmation, laying a kiss on his lips. The one you got back was more greedy, just enough to let you know enthusiastic he was, only confirming what you already felt under your palm.

“I’m all yours.”

Your eyes flared up.

“I quite like the sound of that,” you mused as your mouth traveled along his jawline back to his neck again and your fingers unbuttoned his shirt. Sucking on his collarbone, you splayed your hands on his chest and gently scraped the skin, curling the locks of hair around your fingertips, making Neil groan in response. “And of that, too,” you added with a smug grin, kneeling between his legs.

Your hands meandered around his toned stomach and your kisses followed them, the tip of the tongue drifting along the lines of his abdomen, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. Relishing the way Neil both tensed and melted under your touch, you moved lower. And lower. The long fingers combed your hair and you glanced up, meeting the half-lidded, hazed gaze. A warmth spread through you at the sight of a shade of smile on Neil’s parted lips. Desire and affection reflected and resonated between you, grounding you in each other.

None of you could wait any longer. Without breaking eye contact, you got rid of his belt. Then the pants and the boxer briefs. Oh, how hard he was for you already.

Neil leaned back on the pillows, breathing heavily. You feasted your eyes on the view, telling him how spectacular he looked from this angle, earning a shaky exhale in return.

Your keen fingers kept exploring and stroking, rubbing and grazing, until he squirmed and twitched, moaning - a sweet sound turning you on even more. And you still had so much more to give.

Like your tongue, playful and teasing. Flat against him, twirling around him, making Neil clench his jaw and curse. Gliding across the smooth skin, you studied the veiny patterns as Neil's digits tangled in your hair, tugging at it in a silent praise. And then your mouth, finally enveloping him. Sliding up and down. Savoring him. Almost worshipping.

Soon, gasps and groans filled the air, the most delightful melody going straight to your pulsing core. The rising heat of Neil’s body drew you closer. Your hand wandered up to his heaving chest in a selfish attempt to get more of him. Every bit of you craving every bit of him. His heart raced under your palm. The blue eyes squeezed shut. His hips bucked up. He was falling apart, and the way he moaned your name… oh god. He really was yours.

Then, all of the sudden, Neil shifted upwards and cupped your face, stopping you and pulling you up to him.

“Something’s wrong?” you asked, searching his dark gaze.

“No, doing so well for me,” he slurred as he pressed his forehead to yours, panting. “But I wanna feel you.” His trembling fingers slid down your sides and traced the hem of your jeans to your belt buckle and lingered there, waiting. Ever a gentleman.

You couldn’t get out of your pants and soaked underwear fast enough.

Shivering in anticipation, you kissed Neil as you straddled him, moaning against his lips when he filled you in completely.

“Christ, you feel so good,” he groaned, wrapping his arms around you.

You buried your hands in his hair as your bodies started to build a pace.

“Let me tell you a secret,” you murmured, tugging on the golden strands. “I’ve been thinking about you… having you like this... all day.”

His brows knitted together when he gasped for air and cursed. He was a mess, and yet he was still holding back. For you. And as much as it was endearing, that’s not what you wanted. That night was supposed to be about him.

You ground harder into him, leaning in, your mouth brushing against his ear.

“Come for me, Neil.”

“But--” he whined, pulling you closer, balancing on the verge of release.

So you took him even harder.

There was only one word left in you.

“Please.”

Just enough to send him over the brink.

Tensing, arching, Neil came undone with a loud groan, and then collapsed into your arms, shaking uncontrollably.

You held him until he leveled his breath and was able to focus his gaze on you. And when he finally did, you kissed him softly, biting back a needy whimper as you felt yourself tighten around him.

A half-smile against your lips.

“It’s okay,” you said dismissively, pulling back slightly.

But then you met the blue eyes, already lit up with roguish sparks.

“Oh no, I could never leave you like that.”

With his arms still wrapped around you, he shifted you both and the next thing you knew you were lying under him on the sofa. The pulse pounded heavily in your ears, but Neil’s throaty chuckle vibrated in every cell of your body.

“Besides, I want to hear you beg some more.”

#neil tenet x reader #neil tenet #neil x reader #neil tenet fanfiction #robert pattinson #tenet #tenet fanfiction #neil tenet imagine #smoke & mirrors #tags hate me #smut

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mypoisonedvine · 4 years ago

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Hello and how are you? I was wondering if there’s anything you’re working on at the moment and if you’d be interested in talking about your favorite fics you wrote?

(This isn’t an interview I promise lol)

haha I don’t mind thank you for asking! I’m doing alright! I’m working on a lot at the moment, as we speak I’m preparing my sub!bucky x dominatrix!reader series which is looking to be about 35-40k and 7 parts.

as for oneshots, I have a lot there... dark howling commandos, dark andy barber with a latina reader, johnny storm with a mutant reader, soft lee with a prostitute reader, and some fluff with bucky based very loosely on something from ep 1 of tfatws

how many of those will actually get finished is another issue entirely...

and finally my favorites of my own works. it’s hard to pick because at any given moment I feel like I either love or hate them all equally, so I’m gonna tweak this slightly and put the fics of mine that I think are underrated:

time after time - neil (tenet) || it’s really niche so I knew it wouldn’t do well, but I’m still very proud of it! it’s my best soft!dark fic, incontrovertibly. read it if you like robert pattinson

discretion - 40s!bucky || one of my first bucky fics and still one of my favorites, perfectly captures my ideal mix of smut, fluff, and angst

double take - 40s!bucky and charles blackwood || I don’t think I’ve seen anyone else write these two together and I really had fun with their dynamic. it’s also one of the more interesting dark (soft!dark?) fics I’ve written.

hungry like the wolf - ari levinson || my first intentional attempt at soft!dark that I can recall, and I put a lot of thought into building tension in this one. I don’t think it did well because people typically prefer ari fics that ignore his culture (but you didn’t hear it from me oop)

more human than human - bucky, blade runner au || I wasn’t surprised when this one did poorly since a lot of people haven’t seen blade runner, but you don’t need to see the movie to understand the plot and I liked my efforts to create atmosphere in this fic! this is the only straight-up dark fic on this list, everything else is soft!dark or not dark at all

a beautiful little fool - sebastian stan, great gatsby au || alright, last one, this is similar to the blade runner fic in that it had a really strong atmosphere but ultimately was a bit too niche to appeal to people, that said I stand by it and I will never get over the beautiful gatsby!seb edits that sabbie made for me.

#sorry to ramble but I hope this anwers your question #honestly all my fics for rarer characters are underrated but I think the neil fic deserves attention more than any others #antheiagoddessofnarnia

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imaginedisish · 3 years ago

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Will there be any more updates to your Neil fic or do you have any new requests for Neil (tenet)? If not, totally fine and I am looking forward to the upcoming content! I love your writing and works by the way!! Hope you are also finding the time to rest as well :)

Hi there!! I’m not sure if I’ll post more chapters to my Tenet fic. Unfortunately, Battinson (I cant get enough of saying that) and the Mandalorian are probably the two main things I’ll be posting for. But...that doesn’t mean I won’t take requests!!!

Also, thank you :) everything you said really means a lot!

P.s.,

I’ll be posting a new Battinson fic Saturday or Sunday! If anyone here is looking for more Mando content, it’ll arrive soon lol. I think I gotta get all the Batman stuff out of my system first.

#kinda sorta an update #upcoming fics #robert pattinson x reader #Bruce Wayne x reader #the Batman x reader #neil tenet x reader smut #Neil x reader #tenet fanfiction #Bruce Wayne #the Batman #robert pattinson!bruce wayne #battinson #battinson x reader

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imaginedisish · 4 years ago

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Devil’s Advocate (Tenet) Neil x Reader

Chapter 3: North American Scum

A/N: Hi guys! Here is chapter 3!!! I feel like it could have been better, but I really started feeling it at the end (and I think you can tell) Enjoy ahhh!! (and yes, the title of this is one big LCD Sound System Reference :))

Summary: You and Neil are sent on your first mission, but things get incredibly messy, as they always do.

Warnings: Guns, gun wounds, death, cursing, angst, and that’s about it!

Word Count: 5,765... If anyone wants to teach ya girl how to do the “read more” thing that would be fantastic...

Chapter 1 // Chapter 2

Sunlight pours through the small crack in the curtains. Your stomach is pressed up against the mattress. You shift around underneath the sheets, but an arm is wrapped around your body, keeping you in place. You inhale deeply, and the smell of his cologne fills your lungs.

Neil. You keep your eyes shut, reveling in his touch. He rustles a bit, and you feel yourself being pulled in closer to his chest. You maneuver onto your side, allowing him to bring your chest up against his.

His lips brush against your left ear.

He has to be awake, You think to yourself. A light kiss presses softly against your ear, and you feel the heat rise to your cheeks. There is absolutely no way he’s still asleep.

“(Y/N)?” Neil whispers, as if to ask if you were still next to him.

Your eyes flutter open. “Good morning,” You mutter. Your voice is hoarse from a full night of sleep, the first full night of sleep you had gotten in what felt like ages.

The light catches Neil’s blue eyes, causing them to sparkle and glow in the rays of sun. His blonde hair was a ruffled mess. Still, he’s undeniably attractive. It didn’t matter how unkempt he appeared to be, there was still something about him; something about him that made your heart pound out of your chest, something about him that made it impossible and yet easier to breathe all at the same time. His presences was overwhelming and yet so calming.

He clears his throat. “Did you sleep well?” He asks, his arms still pulling you tightly against his chest.

Besides all the other times we’ve shared a bed, You think to yourself before saying, “That was probably the best sleep I’ve gotten in years.”

You remember that just yesterday he had said you two were ��friends.”

But friends don’t do these kinds of things.

Neil smiles back at you, his nose less than a centimeter away from yours. “I’m glad,” He responds. You can feel his breath on your lips.

The last thing you want to do is get up. You silently hope that Neil won’t move. Eventually, the time would come to do the very thing you came here to do, unfortunately. But for now, you wanted to enjoy laying in bed with Neil, regardless of what it meant for him.

You watch as Neil sighs and furrows his brows. There’s something on his mind, and it’s very clearly bothering him. You always hated seeing him like this, and you couldn’t let it go unnoticed.

“Neil?” You ask. “Are you alright?”

He smiles sheepishly. “I’m fine, don’t worry about it,” Neil reassures, but you know there’s something wrong.

“If there’s something on your mind, you can always talk to me,” You say, bringing your left hand to rest on the side of his upper thigh.

You’re shocked to feel his exposed skin and not his boxers. They had scrunched up into his crotch.

You retract your hand immediately, feeling as though you had overstepped some unspoken boundary. “I-I’m sorry about that.” Your voice is distraught and shaky in the wake of your embarrassment.

“No,” Neil says. His voice is calm and a smile reappears on his face. “It felt nice.” You nod, allowing your hand to travel back to where it was.

You decide to start over and try again. “But really Neil, you can always talk to me, about anything,” You pause, choosing to go the confrontational route. “I know something is wrong with you. I can just tell.”

Neil’s arm tightens around you. You didn’t think it could be possible to get closer to him, and yet suddenly you were. “Well, last night…” Neil trails off. You can feel his heart beat grow louder in his chest. “I was going to talk to you about something.”

“Well, what is it?” You ask. Maybe this was it. Maybe this was the moment Neil would tell you how he felt about you.

Neil inhales sharply through his nose. “(Y/N), it’s just that-,”

The sound of Neil’s phone roughly vibrating against the bedside table next to him cuts him off. He lets go of you and turns over to pick up the phone. You stuff your face into your pillow in absolute agony.

Another moment stolen, You think.

“Shit,” He mutters under his breath. “Hello?” He answers the call. “Already?” There’s a pause. “What do you mean it’s half past twelve?” Another pause. “I’m sorry we must’ve slept through the alarm I-,” Whoever is on the other line interrupts him immediately. “Alright, thanks. We’ll start getting ready now.”

You lift your face off of the pillow. Neil hangs up and puts the phone back onto the nightstand.

“It’s time already?” You ask. You feel your anxiety growing in the pit of your stomach. You know what’s coming next. You can feel it on the tip of your tongue. You can feel the uncertainty. You can already hear the gunshots, the screams, the cries for help.

Neil turns back over towards you, his arm wrapping tightly around your body yet again. “Yeah, it’s time,” He says, pressing a kiss against your forehead. His lips are warm and soft, reassuring even. But you didn’t want to go, not yet. Being with Neil was too good. For the first time in a long time, you were finally feeling normal. You had finally felt safe. And now, as you always did, you were going to risk it all.

I can’t do this, You think to yourself, squeezing your eyes shut.

“Neil,” You feel yourself tremble a bit, “I-I can’t d-do this,” You stutter, tripping over your words at the mere thought of getting out of bed.

“I’m so sorry, love,” Neil says, pulling you closer to him. “But I don’t think we have a choice.”

A choice? You hated the idea that anyone had a lack of “choice,” especially when it came to the organization. You hated the idea that nothing could be changed or altered to make something better. What’s happened, happened. And yet, you believed none of that.

Of course I have a choice. I’m an autonomous woman with agency and independence. You think to yourself. “And what the fuck is stopping me from saying no, Neil?” Your sudden fury causes him to jump back a bit. His grip on you loosens.

Neil’s shocked expression takes you aback. “I didn’t mean to make you-,”

You cut him off, feeling guilty for jumping down his throat so abruptly. “No, it’s not your fault Neil. It’s me,” You roll onto your back and Neil’s arms slide off of you. “This is so overwhelming. I’m a mess.”

Neil shifts closer to you. He’s laying on his side. He brings his hand across your body and onto your shoulder, drawing light circles with his index finger. You sigh, his touch leaving goosebumps on your exposed skin. “It’s going to be okay, I promise,” He says. He lets you sit in silence for a few minutes. He somehow knows it's exactly what you need.

He always does.

You look over to the alarm clock on your bedside table.

12:34

“We should probably get up now,” You say apprehensively.

Neil nods, lifting his hand from your shoulder. He presses a kiss against your cheek before hopping off the bed. “Just for good measure,” He says with a wink.

Neil had been stealing kisses from you far more recently than he had in the past, and you certainly recognized it. You weren’t complaining, but it was confusing. You weren’t sure what he wanted. You knew there was at least a slight chance that Neil saw you as more than a friend. That was a natural occurrence of life. After all, you had fallen for him.

Who’s to say he couldn’t fall for you too. You immediately shake the thought off. Thinking like this could ruin the mission. You were too distracted for your own good. Now was not the time to be wondering how Neil felt about you, regardless of how puzzling the situation was.

Neil had shuffled off into the bathroom. You could hear the shower turn on and the glass door of the shower close behind Neil. You stifle any further thoughts in the back of your head, and swing your legs over the side of the bed. You walk over to your duffle bag and begin to rummage through your clothes. You were always incredibly indecisive when it came to what to wear.

After a few minutes, you finally decide on a pair of baggy, black menswear dress pants, similar to the ones you were still wearing. You grab an oversized white t-shirt to go with it. You pull your black high top converse out of the bag as well, letting them fall to the floor.

The door to the bathroom opens, and Neil comes out with just a fuzzy white towel wrapped around his waist. You stare too far down for far too long, and Neil is quick to notice.

“If you’re going to look at me like that, you should really buy me dinner first,” He jokes. He walks over to you and stops when he reaches his suitcase.

You feel the heat rising to your cheeks and you smirk a bit. “I-I just didn’t expect you to be-,”

“To be what? Practically naked?”

“Well, yes, to be honest,” You say, your smirk turning into a wide smile. Neil smiles back, and nudges you playfully with his elbow. You shut your eyes and shake your head. “I’m getting in the shower now.”

Neil chuckles as you walk away. “Can I have the same show you got? It’s only fair!”

How you wished he wasn’t just kidding around with you.

You step into the bathroom and shut the door behind you.

The shower is incredibly refreshing. The hot water almost puts you to sleep again, but it’s a welcomed feeling. Things seemed peaceful. But there’s always a calm before the storm.

Suddenly, there’s a knock at the door.

“(Y/N)?” Neil calls.

His voice catches you off guard. You almost slip on the water below. “Yeah?” You call back, catching yourself and regaining your balance.

“I think I left my boxers in there,” He says. Your face reddens as you predict his next words. “Is it alright if I pop in and grab them? I won’t peak, I promise!” You hear his muffled chuckle through the door.

You swallow hard. “Yeah, sure I don’t mind,” You say back. Your heart races in your chest. The glass of the shower door was completely fogged up, and Neil wouldn’t see a thing, or at least he probably wouldn’t. But part of you of wanted him to…

Your thoughts are interrupted as the door creeks open, and Neil enters the bathroom. There’s some shuffling around and you can hear Neil moving some things.

“Where the bloody hell did they go?” Neil whispers to himself. A giggle escapes your lips. “What’s so funny about this, love?” Neil’s sarcastic tone only makes you laugh more.

“I mean where could they have possibly-,” You say, cutting yourself off as you look up to see Neil’s boxers hanging over the top of the shower. “How did they even end up there?”

Neil chuckles now too. “I must’ve put them up there with my pants. I didn’t think I’d have time to iron my clothes, so I just threw everything over the top to get some steam on it,” He explains between laughs. Of course he was worried about how wrinkly his clothes would be, You think to yourself, letting another giggle out.

The shape of Neil’s body becomes more prominent as he walks over towards the shower. You feel yourself growing nervous upon the realization that Neil can most likely see a better outline of what you look like too. His hand grabs the boxers and he yanks them down.

“I promised no peaking, so I’ll get out of your hair now,” Neil laughs and you watch as he walks over to the door. You almost wanted to tell him to stay.

Almost.

Before you can say a word, Neil opens the door and steps back out. Flustered beyond belief, you force yourself to finish the shower.

You brush your teeth and put your stringy, wet hair in a clip to at least make it look presentable. You grab your clothes and slip them on, tucking your t-shirt into your pants and lacing a black, square buckle belt through your belt loops.

You take a look at yourself in the mirror and you can’t help but feel at least a tiny bit proud of what you were able to accomplish in such a short time, that is, until you open the door.

Neil is standing on the other side of the room, his left arm holding his weight up as he leans against the window, looking down at the city streets below. His grey suit jacket hangs below his hips and fits him perfectly. His white dress shirt is crisp, and a little green scarf serves as his neck tie. His pants are the exact same color as the suit jacket, and at the bottom are a pair of black dress shoes. He didn’t bother to gel his hair back, but it looked better when he let it be a little messy. When he gelled it he looked too uptight, too posh, too much like a tory.

You still remember the day Neil had taught you that word. You didn’t have a clue about British politics, and despite Neil’s well-off appearance, he was always adamant about not being a tory.

“But you’re as posh as anything Neil,” You said, breathing absurdly hard in between laughs.

Neil shakes his head erratically. “I’m posh in a cool, secret agent way!” He exclaims in his defense. “I’m not a tory, come on! I shouldn’t have ever taught you that word. You’re just going to hang it over my head forever.” He sighs dramatically, shoving his head in his hands for extra effect.

You rest your hand on his shoulder, reassuring him sardonically. “Oh Neil, fine. You’re not a tory.”

The rest of the flashback, the playful banter and the stolen, sneaky touches are quickly shut down by the buzzing of Neil’s phone. He breaks his stare from the streets below and picks it up, carefully reading the message he just received.

“It’s time, they gave us the location,” He says, still looking down at the message. You freeze instantly, as if you’ve become paralyzed. “(Y/N)?” Neil calls, walking over to you. He places his hands on your shoulders.

“I just,” You trail off, searching for the right words. “I just thought I’d have more time to prepare, I guess.”

Neil loosens his hold on your shoulders and wraps his arms all the way around you, pulling you tightly into his chest. “I know love, I know,” He whispers. You take a deep breath.

Maybe I could do this, You force yourself to think. I have to.

You untangle yourself from Neil and walk over to the chair to put your converse on. Neil studies you from afar, seemingly watching your every move. You don’t feel uncomfortable at all. You know he’s watching you to make sure you’re okay. Normally you wouldn’t want Neil to worry about you so much, but now his worry was welcomed. It made you feel safe. It made you feel validated. He truly wanted nothing but the best for you, and he made that abundantly clear.

You finish tying your shoes and stand up, lightly brushing away the creases in your pants. You grab your long, tweed, dark grey trench coat and throw it over your shoulders. You grab the pistol at the bottom of your suit case, and slip it into the inside pocket on the right side of the coat.

“I’m ready,” You say, looking over at Neil.

Neil nods, and walks back over to you. “Are you sure?”

You nod back. “No, but that’s okay.”

————

You and Neil make it down to the parking garage, but the Porsche is nowhere to be seen. Neil pulls out a set of keys from his pocket and presses a button.

“Can’t repeat the same ride twice,” Neil jokes as the lights of a black BMW flash in your face, just as the Porsche had done last night. You let a small smile break your furrowed brows and tightened face as you get into the car. Neil puts the keys into the ignition and drives off.

Neil explains the mission to you on the way there. The plan was to continue posing as Ophelia and Atlas Ryan, two newlyweds traveling the world together.

“But you’re from London,” You retort, posing a potential problem about the cover.

“You’re not,” Neil grins back at you. “Besides, who says I can’t show you around a bit?”

You grin back at him, finally accepting the plan.

“So we’ll be pretending to shop in this clothing store,” Neil starts, but you quickly interrupt him, knowing exactly what’s coming next.

“What’s it a front for?” Anxiety sits in your stomach like a rock. You couldn’t help but blurt out the question.

Neil swallows harshly. “There’s a Turnstile in the back,” He says, keeping his eyes on the road. “And some inverted weapons, although some may be an understatement.”

Of course there’s a fucking Turnstile, You think to yourself. You grip the handle on the side of the door as the GPS shouts directions.

Suddenly, the bombs in Neil’s suitcase all make sense now.

“And we have to stick a bomb…” You trail off, flabbergasted by the danger of the mission.

“We have to stick a bomb somewhere inside the store, and detonate it the second we leave,” Neil finishes your thought.

You take a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down, but it doesn’t work very well. You look back to the GPS on the screen, searching for your ETA.

1:35PM.

That’s when you look down at your phone and realize that it’s already that time. Neil slides into an open parking spot a few doors down from the store.

He looks over at you once last time.

“Are you sure you can do this? Because maybe I could find a way to do this by mys-,”

“No,” You state firmly, refusing to let Neil finish. “We’re in this together.” You put a hand on his thigh and look longingly into his eyes. “I’d never leave you, Neil.” Your eyes flicker down to his lips.

Neil smiles, and you can feel your heart burst in your chest. He grabs you and pulls you against him in a tight embrace. It wasn’t exactly what you were aiming for, but it most definitely wasn’t a miss. He lets go and you nod at each other subtly.

It was time.

Neil opens his door and hops out. You go to open your door, but Neil quickly walks over to your side, opening it for you. He grins, knowing that you aren’t allowed to complain. You were married now, after all. Neil grabs your hand, and helps you out of the car.

You walk along the street past a few cars before finally finding an opening to get onto the sidewalk. You and Neil stop in front of the boutique.

Through the Looking Glass

A far too perfect name, You think to yourself.

Neil’s hand is still holding yours. He squeezes tightly, and you squeeze back.

Neil takes the first step and opens the door. A bell rings. The white walls of the store are decorated with fairy lights and some posters.

“Good afternoon! Welcome in,” A tall, black haired woman says cheerfully from the behind the register. “Is there anything I could help you find today?"

Shit, You think to yourself. Her questions were simple. They were completely normal questions, and yet you were frozen again.

“We’re just taking a look around. It’s only my wife’s second time here in London,” Neil starts, developing a story, a reason to be here. “She came to meet my parents a few years ago, but she never really got the London experience, you know?”

The woman nods from behind the counter. “That’s wonderful!” She says ecstatically. You were amazed at Neil’s ability to keep his cool. You could tell he had her convinced. It was like a superpower or something. “Well, if you need anything at all, let me know!”

“Thank you so much,” You say, finally having the courage to participate in the conversation.

You and Neil begin to shift through racks, picking a top or skirt out every few pieces or so. You carried a few fake conversations: where to eat dinner, where to go next, what landmark to see first. Neil casually slips the bomb in your pocket in the midst of discussion.

Finally, after collecting a few pieces, you and Neil head back over to the woman behind the register.

“Do you think I could try these on in the fitting room?” You ask politely, a smile spreading across your face.

The woman smiles back. “Of course, right this way!” She leads you and Neil over to the back of the store and into a smaller room. There’s a row of doors connected to cubicles on the right side, and a set of pink tufted armchairs along the left. There’s a few doors along the wall ahead, and that’s where you assume the turnstile and weapons are kept. She unlocks one of the rooms, and guides you inside. “Thank you so much,” You say pleasantly, trying to keep your cool despite how terribly you want to start trembling. You head into the room and shut the door behind you.

There’s a long mirror in front of you, and a small, tufted white armchair in the corner. The bomb would fit best behind the armchair, and could go relatively unnoticed. You decide that you should actually give some semblance of a fashion show before placing the bomb. Otherwise, you might blow your cover.

You carefully place your coat on the armchair, making sure that your gun isn’t exposed. You grab your first outfit, a navy blue turtleneck sweater and a plaid skirt. You slip into the clothes and open the door.

Neil’s gaze immediately settles on your exposed legs. “Wow,” He mumbles, looking you up and down.

You smile widely and blush. “Oh stop it,” You playfully say back, forgetting all about the mission for a split second.

“You look fantastic, really, (Y/N).” At first, you want to revel in his comment, but your eyes widen, quickly realizing what Neil had just done.

“Atlas, I don’t think that’s my name,” You whisper, hoping the women behind the counter hadn’t heard Neil call you by your name instead of Ophelia.

Neil gulps, and a slight smile appears on his face. “Ophelia darling,” He says louder this time, “You look incredible.”

You try to keep the show going, and you smile back. “Well then I guess I’ll just have to get this outfit, won’t I?” You say back, glancing over at the woman behind the counter. Her eyes were locked on yours, and she quickly breaks her stare. She grabs the phone on the counter and dials a number.

“Atlas,” You whisper, getting closer to Neil. “I think we’re a bit fucked.”

Neil turns around quietly, and watches the woman on the phone. She looks like she knows what she’s doing.

She looks like she knows who you are.

“What should we do?” You ask, whispering even softer now.

Neil remains in the chair, and turns back to face you. “Put on the next outfit. I’ll keep an eye out.” You nod, and head back into the room.

You take off the skirt, and grab the light beige menswear dress pants off their hanger. You put them on, one leg at a time, trying to listen to what was going on outside the room. You slip the navy sweater off and grab a turtleneck in a darker shade of beige to put on.

You step outside, and luckily, Neil is sitting exactly where he was sitting before.

“I like that one a lot too,” He says, looking you up and down just as he did before. “I meant what I said before, you really do look fan-,”

Neil is cut off by the opening of one of the doors. A tall, brown haired man steps out of the door and walks over to the woman by the counter. You keep your smile on your face in an attempt to salvage whatever is left of the mission. Neil does the same.

“You know, we should probably get going now if we want to make it to our lunch reservations,” You say as the idea pops into your head. This was your way out.

Neil grins at your cleverness. “Oh wow, I can’t believe it’s time already. Still feels like the day just started!”

“Time flies when you’re having fun, my love,” You say as you head back into the room.

You’re overdoing it, dumbass! You mentally yell at yourself. You knew your cover was blown. You take the clothes off, and go to put yours back on. In all your shuffling and panic, you forget one crucial thing.

The bomb is in the pocket of your pants.

The second you take your pants off the armchair, the bomb falls out and crashes to the floor. It slides under the door all the way to Neil’s feet.

“Shit,” You hear Neil curse.

BANG!

A gunshot rings out in the store.

You grab your gun from the pocket of your trench coat, force your pants on and run out of the room.

The man is collapsed on the floor and Neil’s gun is aimed at the woman. You cock your gun and aim as well.

“I should’ve fucking known from the start,” The woman says, shaking her head. “North American scum, you’re all the same. Slimey little-,”

“Shut the fuck up!” You shout. “You’re going to call whoever you just called, and tell them that you don’t need any further assistance, do you understand?”

She cackles. “No. Why the bloody hell would I do that? There’s at least twenty men on their way down here.” Before you can respond, she reaches for something behind the counter.

BANG!

You feel a wetness in your right shoulder. It’s an odd, numbing sort of feeling. Everything appears to be fuzzy for a split second. You can’t hear properly, you can’t see properly, it’s like static on a television set.

BANG!

Everything begins to come back as Neil rushes over to you. He crouches down. You hadn’t even realize that you had fallen over. You look down to your right shoulder, and notice the blood pooling underneath your shirt. You take a deep breath, knowing that this wasn’t the end. You had to push through the mission.

“(Y/N)?” There’s nothing but panic in his eyes. “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine,” You say, standing up. Neil grabs your arm, helping you. “I mean it, I’m okay. I can do this.”

Another man bursts into the store through one of the back doors. He brandishes a gun. You hold your pistol up and shoot.

BANG!

You hit him in the center of his chest, but the knock back causes you to fall to the ground. “Sh-shit,” You mumble. The pain is too intense for you to say more than that. You take a few deep breaths, trying hard to put yourself back together.

Another man enters the room, and he grabs the bomb off the floor.

“We need to go, I can’t have you here like this,” Neil says. He kneels down next to you and scoops you up in his arms. He frees his right hand ever so slightly, aims his gun at the man, shoots, and misses.

Then, the man aims his gun towards you and Neil.

There’s another bang, followed by the sound of shattering glass echoing in the store and down the street.

“N-no, we can’t go. I’ll just shoot with my left hand, I can do it.” But before you could protest any more, Neil had already ran out of the boutique and towards the car. He secures you in the BMW, only for you to unbuckle and attempt to get out.

But it’s too late. Neil slides in, turns the ignition, and presses down on the gas.

“No!” You scream. You turn around and watch the boutique disappear behind you. “Neil! What the fuck?” You look over to him. His eyes are locked on the road.

“What? You wanted to stay back there and die?” He asks, anger growing in his voice.

“If it meant the mission succeeded and you got to live, then yes, I would have happily died,” You say, turning behind to see if anyone was on your tail.

Sure enough, three black SUVs were following close behind. Neil looks into the rearview mirror.

“Shit,” He curses, pressing his foot down onto the gas pedal as hard as he possibly can. He weaves through traffic, turning down a few streets rather erratically before finally hitting the highway.

“We need to get to the safe house,” Neil explains. “TP said he had the directions to one programmed in the car before we got it. It should be the only directions in the system.”

You nod, reaching over to the screen and selecting the navigation app. There’s one pre-programmed destination. You click the destination, and the directions load in immediately.

“I’m going to get them off our ass, okay?” You say, opening your window and grabbing your gun.

Neil frantically looks over to you, and then back at the road. “What? No! Get the fuck back inside!” He commands, but you ignore him and unbuckle. You carefully slide out the window and sit down on the thin edge.

You aim your gun at the windshield of the closest SUV and fire. The windshield barely dents. It’s bulletproof.

“Get inside!” Neil shouts again, shifting lanes quickly and strategically.

You ignore him again, and aim towards the SUV’s forward right tire. You shoot, and the tire deflates immediately. The car looses control and crashes into the center divider.

“Fuck yeah!” The exhilaration is like a high. You forgot what it felt like to be back in the field and actually doing well at your job.

The other SUVs are close behind, and you aim once again, this time of the back left wheel of one of the vehicles. You pull the trigger, sending the car off into the grass, crashing against a tree on the side of the road.

“Be careful, alright?” Neil shouts his reminder, hoping that it will have some effect on you.

There’s one SUV left. Just as you take aim, a man lets himself out of the passenger window and sits in the same position as you. You take a deep breath, and switch your aim to the man instead of the tire.

“Hey fuckass!” You scream, diverting his attention from the wheels of the BMW to you. “Over here!” You shout.

“(Y/N)!” Neil shouts angrily. “What the fuck are you doing?”

BANG!

“(Y/N)!” Neil screams, making sure that you’re still right next to him.

You take a deep breath. “I-I’m fine. He missed,” You say, but you’re not entirely sure that he did. The burning pain on the right side of your stomach tells you otherwise.

The man goes to aim towards you again, but before he can shoot, you pull the trigger, hitting him directly in the head. He topples out of the car, giving you the space to shoot the back wheels of the car. The SUV spins out into a nearby street light.

You slump back into the car, and close the window. Neil takes a quick glance into the rearview mirror to make sure no new SUVs appeared,

“Are they gone?” You ask, silently hoping that Neil would say yes.

“Yeah, for now,” Neil says, shifting his focus over to you. “Holy fuck, (Y/N), you said he missed!” Neil exclaims. “This is exactly why I fucking took you back to the car in the first place.”

You shake your head. “I didn’t ask you to do that. That was your choice. I make my own choices,” You pause, trying to catch your breath. “I’m an adult, you know. I’m not some kid for you to babysit.”

You look down at your side, and notice that you’re bleeding out onto the seat. “Oh sh-shit.”

Neil’s gaze focuses off the road and onto your wound for a quick second. “Jesus Christ what the fuck happened, (Y/N)? What did you do?”

“I saved the mission, what did you do?” You say, frustration heavy in your voice. “I didn’t ask for you to save me. If we just stayed in the boutique another second we could’ve blown the whole place up and-,”

But you can’t finish. An immense stabbing pain pulses strongly at your side. Your eyes begin to well up. There’s so much pain that you can’t even scream.

Neil is too focused on the road again to notice what’s happening with you. “Don’t blame this on me! What did you expect me to do? Leave you there? Fuck no,” Neil doesn’t realize that you’re dipping in and out of consciousness. “You don’t understand how much I care about you. You don’t understand what my life would be like if you died. It would be hell (Y/N), absolute hell.”

Neil stops his rant and looks over to you. “Oh God, I’m so sorry,” Neil’s voice is filled with worry. “Say something (Y/N), or at least try to stay awake.”

You’ve already lost so much blood. It was too hard to concentrate on what Neil was saying, you were too concerned with simply keeping your eyes open.

“N-Neil, a-am I going to make it?” You whimper earnestly. In truth, you were thankful for what Neil had done, you had just been beyond angry that your first mission back was a failure.

Neil nods, and places a hand on your thigh. “You’re not going anywhere, I promise. I’ve got you,” Neil says. He pushes the gas pedal into the floor. “Just stay awake for me, please.”

But you can’t. Your eyes shut, and suddenly the world goes dark.

>>>>Chapter 4

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Hey guys!!! Instant Crush Part 2 is up!! (Linking it here :))

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imaginedisish · 4 years ago

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She’s My Collar (Robert Pattinson x Reader)

A/N: I am so so sorry for the long wait guys! This was a really tough week for me! I hope you’re all doing well, and I really hope you guys enjoy this!! Someone requested some blonde Robert smut, and so here it is! Enjoy ahhh!!! (also, y/f/n is your friend’s name)

P.S, this story marks 100,000 words written for this blog...that’s all :))

Summary: You and Rob are friends with benefits, but after saving you on a horrendous night out with your friend, you find that your relationship means more than just that.

Warnings: So, this is serious, but there is some sexual harassment/assault in here. It’s brief and not graphic or anything like that, but I wanted to write the scene in to demonstrate how fucked up it is, regardless of the setting and regardless of what someone is wearing, as well as how important awareness is. No means no, thank you!

Other warnings: Smut!!!!! Smut smut smut!! Cursing, stuff like that, brief violence/mention of blood.

Word Count: 4,203

“Oh come on, what do you mean you aren’t going to come?” Your friend shouts from the other side of the room, waving her mascara wand around violently. She points the wand towards you. “You told me you were going to come, no matter what.” Her voice is accusatory and she gives you a look.

A look you knew far too well.

She disappears into the bathroom to continue getting ready. You let yourself fall back onto the olive green leather couch behind you. Your head gently hits the wall and you glance up to the ceiling in an attempt to evade your friend’s question. She already knows why you aren’t joining her on her clubbing escapades this evening, but you don’t want to admit it.

A deep breath escapes your lips and you shake your head. “No reason in particular,” You utter quietly, hoping she can’t hear you over the music playing in the background. You look down at your phone, waiting for a ding or a text from the man you were waiting to hear from.

If I could take her down and run, then I'd call her

'Cause she's standing drama, she know I'll call her

She's getting on the sun and then she ordered

Imagine me, imagine me now (she's my collar)

“No reason, huh?” She yells over the music. “Perfect, then you can keep your promise.”

You roll your eyes and look up from the screen. “No reason that you need to know,” You yell back, pushing yourself up off the couch. “And I don’t recall promising you anything,” You say sardonically as you walk towards the bed on the other side of the room. You grab the short, blue dress you had brought with you just in case you were going to join her off of the covers.

Your friend pops out of the bathroom just as you start heading towards the bedroom door. “Oh come on! This just isn’t fair.” She’s very clearly annoyed, and she should be.

You were planning on ditching her the second Rob texted you that he wanted to hang out.

About a year ago, you had met Rob after your set at Glastonbury. You and your band got off stage and he was there, waiting for you.

“That was amazing!” He shouts over the crowd still roaring behind you. He places a hand on your shoulder. Your heart flutters in your chest. “Really, you’re incredible.” He lets go, but the warmth of his touch lingers on your exposed skin.

You blush a bit. “Thank you so much,” You say, smiling widely. You had obviously met other celebrities before. After all, you had won a grammy, played hundreds of concerts, and yet, something about this felt different.

Rob smiles back, chuckling lightly.“I can’t help but feel a little star struck right now, with (Y/N) (Y/L/N) standing in front of me,” He jokes, nudging your right arm with his elbow ever so slightly.

“The feeling is mutual,” You say shyly. You genuinely were a bit star struck, despite having just played the closing set at Glastonbury.

He shouts something again, but you can barely make out what he’s saying. You grab his arm and pull him into the small dressing room directly next to you. The sound of the crowd dissipates a bit, and Rob begins to speak again.

“So how long are you in England for?” Rob asks. You look down and realize you hadn’t let go of his arm yet. You quickly pull away as heat rises to your cheeks.

“We’ll be here for the next week,” You start. “Tomorrow night we’re leaving for London to play the O2.”

Rob nods, his smile not leaving his face. “Well then, if you’re staying in the Somerset area tonight, maybe we could go grab drinks or something?” Your heart beats rapidly out of your chest.

“Th-that sounds great,” You stutter, embarrassed that you could barely get a sentence out.

Ever since then, you and Rob had been seeing each other casually. There wasn’t a label or anything like that, but that wasn’t a problem for you. He was exciting, if not intoxicating, to be around. You were addicted to him. Even the semblance of a “Maybe we could see each other tonight,” was enough to drive you mad. You would cancel plans at the drop of a hat for him because you simply couldn’t get enough, and that was the exact predicament you had found yourself in tonight.

You had been staring at your phone the entire time you were at your friend’s apartment, and intended on bailing on her the second Rob texted you to come over to his place.

But he hadn’t yet, and you couldn’t help but feel disappointed. Your mind often wandered in times like these. You couldn’t help but think that maybe he was with someone else. What if you weren’t the only one he was running with?

“Earth to (Y/N)!” Your friend yelled, dragging you out of your thoughts and into the real world. The annoyed look on her face sent you walking into the bathroom. You changed into the dress you had brought and pushed your hair behind your ears. The spaghetti strap, black lace lined, blue dress was short and fell to the middle of your thighs. You found yourself wondering about what Rob would do if he saw you in the dress, but you quickly shake off the idea and walk back out into the bedroom.

You roll your eyes as your friend claps at your entrance. “Are you happy now?” You ask, frustrated that this was your current situation.

“I’m beyond happy,” Your friend remarks cockily. “Are you ready to get wasted, or what?” Her voice is excited, but you could’t feel the same.

“I guess,” You respond, letting her lead the way to the door and out of the apartment. After several flights of stairs, you find yourself out on the streets of London. A black taxi cab is ready and stopped directly in front of you.

Your friend opens the door and heads inside the cab as you follow closely behind her, closing the door as you finally sit down.

“So where are we going?” You ask, hoping it’ll be somewhere low-key. You were happy the paparazzi hadn’t caught a glimpse of you leaving the apartment, and so far, you were free and clear of any fans. It was a nice change of pace, especially given that you were off doing something you weren’t the biggest fan of. You didn’t love clubbing

Your friend lets out a slightly evil chuckle. “Ministry of Sound,” She says simply, waiting for your outrage.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” You say angrily. “Fucking Ministry of Sound? Do you want me to die?” Anxiety grew heavy in your stomach. You despised large crowds, especially without a security detail. You would have to work hard to go unnoticed, and it would probably be impossible to do so.

Your friend looks over to you with a certain lack of empathy in her stare. “Hey, this is completely fair,” Your friend says, rolling her eyes nonchalantly. “It’s payback for trying to blow me off to go see Rob,” She says, her eyes leaving yours as they look out the window casually, as if what she had done was not a big deal to you.

“No, it’s not fair,” You state aggressively, but she doesn’t respond.

You look down at your phone and notice a new notification.

Rob

1 New Message

You immediately unlock your phone.

“Are you busy tonight?” The message reads. Your heart flutters in your chest, the same way that it did when you had first met Rob.

Shit, You think to yourself. You look over to your friend and back down to your phone. You swallow the massive lump in your throat as your thumbs rapidly press against the bottom of the screen.

“Sort of…” You type and hit send.

Rob starts to type right away. He was usually quite good at responding quickly.

“Does that mean it’s something I can tag along to?” Rob asks. You were surprised, but pleasantly surprised at that. You and Rob were trying to keep things under wraps. Neither of you were sure how the public would react to you two essentially being friends with benefits, so this was quite the shock.

Regardless, you can’t help but smirk. “Why, would you go to Ministry of Sound just to save me from the evil clutches of (Y/F/N)?”

Within a few seconds, Rob sends another message. “Clubbing?” A few more seconds pass before he sends his next message, as if he’s trying to asses how ‘risky’ the text is.

“Are you trying to replace me?”

You knew he was joking, but you couldn’t help but wonder if there was some real jealousy there. So you type, “Come and maybe I won’t,” and press send.

“On my way.”

Your feel your cheeks flush with heat as you drop your phone into your lap.

After a few more minutes, you finally pull up to the club. Your friend hands the driver the cash for the trip, and you hop out on opposite sides of the cab.

A long line of young, skimpily dressed, bright eyed Londoners wraps around the entire building and down the street. You and your friend walk closer to the door of the club and much to your dismay, you’re instantly recognized.

Cameras begin to flash violently in your face as voices scream your name. You bypass the line as the bouncer lets you and your friend in without a single question, without any proof of ID.

The second you enter, the bass of the song that’s playing rattles your bones. The strobe lights pulse against your skin and you can feel the warmth of the crowded room fill your body. But it wasn’t a comfortable warmth, it was a sweaty, anxious kind. The kind that made you want to turn around and run for the door. Your friend immediately grabs your wrist and runs out to the dance floor, roughly pushing through the crowd to get closer to the front.

As your friend finally arrives at the spot she was hoping for, the song fades out.

“Shit, I love that song,” She curses.

The next song starts. An ever so familiar marimba chimes through the club and a small smile makes its way to your lips.

There’s an army on the dance floor,

It’s a fashion with a gun my love,

In a room without a door

A kiss is not enough.

“Love my way!” You sing out, shaking your hips side to side with your friend. “It’s a new road!” You feel your anxieties melt away as you sing the chorus, jumping up and down excitedly.

“See, it just takes the right song to get you in the mood,” You friend retorts. You roll your eyes, refusing to tell her she’s right.

She locks eyes with a woman a few feet away, and the two gravitate towards each other. Before you know it, your friend disappears, dancing off with the woman and into the crowd. This happened every time you went out with her, and you hated it. You were happy your friend was having a good time, but you hated being left alone. You take a deep breath and continue to dance, hoping that you can hold your own. The second verse of the song plays loudly, the words bouncing off the walls of the club.

A tall, brown haired-man approaches you, dancing and brushing up against you lightly.

“N-no thanks, I’m waiting for someone,” You say, stepping back a bit. He steps behind you, and seemingly disappears.

Just when you think he’s gone, you feel something brush up behind you. You turn your head and see that it’s the same man from before.

“I said no,” You say louder and more powerfully this time. The man grabs your waist and pulls you closer. You try to pull away, but he doesn’t let go. “Fuck off dude, let go of me!” You shout. The music is too loud for anyone to hear you.

“Love, when you wear something like that, you’re asking for it,” He says condescendingly, as if you’re some child who doesn’t understand the world just yet. You try to elbow him in the stomach, but the way he’s holding you doesn’t allow you to move very much.

“Fucking let go of me!” You shout louder this time. But he doesn’t move.

Suddenly, you hear a yelp, and the man crashes to the floor. The crowd parts, leaving an opening for the man. Gaped mouths and frozen dancers line the sides of the club.

“She said to fucking let go mate, so maybe you should’ve fucking let go!” A familiar voice shouts commandingly.

It was Rob. His fist was bloody, but the man on the floor’s face was bloodier. iPhone cameras begin flickering sporadically. Rob instinctively grabs your wrist and leads you to the door of the club. You rush out to the street, and Rob hails a cab. You hop in as Rob rattles off his address to the driver, and suddenly you’re on your way.

Everything had moved so quickly that the two of you had forgotten to say a single word to each other.

“Are you alright?” Rob asks, his hand was still wrapped around your wrist. He moves his fingers down to intertwine with your own.

You nod your head. “Y-yeah, I just hate clubs…” You trail off, looking out the window to see the city streets. You had coincidentally moved to London around the same time you had met Rob. You still had an apartment in New York to be able to go back to the states whenever you wanted, but there was something more interesting and beautiful about London to you.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Rob asks again, his thumb brushing lightly against the back of your hand.

“I’m good now,” You say more confidently this time. “Thank you for showing up,” You smile, giggling a little.

Rob smiles back. “Anything for you, darling,” He says softly, his hand squeezing yours lightly. He seemed to be more shaken up about the whole situation than you were. Unfortunately, this wasn’t new for you. Men were fucking scumbags at clubs, and you always mentally prepared yourself for the worst case scenario.

The cab slowly rolls to a stop, and Rob opens up his door. He hands some cash to the driver while being sure to keep his hand in yours, and leads the way out of the cab. You two walk side by side up the steps to the door of Rob’s townhouse. He unlocks the door and you two head inside.

Rob sets the keys down on the side table and steps closer towards you. He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you into his chest.

“I’m always here for you, you know that right?” Rob whispers. He had been this sentimental before; it wasn’t like your relationship was solely based on sex, but it still felt special to hear him say those words.

You let your head rest against him. You mumble a yes into his chest and shut your eyes. You feel safe, protected. You want to say more. You want to say much, much more. But you know you can’t. You don’t want to overwhelm your relationship with Rob with the “L” word, so you decide to keep quiet.

You take your head off of Rob’s chest and bring your lips up to his, pressing a light kiss against them. Rob kisses back hungrily. The kiss grows more intense, more passionate. He brings one hand off of your waist and up to the nape of your neck. He combs his fingers through your hair, and you hum against his lips in response. Your clit accidentally rubs against Rob’s thigh at the perfect angle, and you feel yourself starting to want more. You brush up against him, searching for some more friction.

Rob breaks the kiss and stares at you with a concerned look in his eyes. “Wait,” He says breathlessly. “Are you sure you’re okay to do this right now?” He asks.

You smile at his concern. “I’m fine, I promise. I wouldn’t have started this if I didn’t want it,” You say back.

Rob nods and presses a languid kiss against your lips. He brings his hands back to where they were before, one tangled in your hair and the other resting on the small of your back. You bring your hands up to his hair too, pulling on the blondish strands as moans find their way out of his mouth.

He slips his hand out of your hair and down your body, gliding down your sides and down to the bottom of your dress. He grabs onto the inside of your thigh, causing you to spread your legs a part for him

“Good girl,” He whispers in your ear, “Spreading your legs without me even asking you to.” He lifts your tight dress up, revealing your black panties. He begins to rub you up and down through the thin fabric, stopping finally at your clit. He lightly draws circles around your heat as a moan escapes your lips.

“R-rob,” You stutter, unable to say anything else. He adds more pressure, and begins to circle at a quicker pace.

His lips find their way to your neck, and he sucks at your exposed skin. He moves your panties to the side and his fingers immediately go back to work.

“F-fuck,” You mutter as Rob quickens his pace yet again.

Rob takes his fingers away from your clit, and his lips disconnect from your neck. You whimper at the loss of contact, and Rob grins in response.

“You didn’t think you’d get what you want that easily, did you?” Rob asserts, grabbing your wrist and leading you up the stairs to the second floor of his flat.

He bursts through his bedroom door and shuts it behind you, pushing you against it the second it closes. His lips immediately attach to your neck again, leaving rough kisses against your skin. His fingers toy at the bottom of your dress, slowly but surely lifting the fabric up. He moves his focus to the sides of your panties, pulling down slightly on them, teasing you.

“P-please R-rob,” You whisper, barely able to get a word out between your heavy breaths.

“Please what?” Rob questions. “Tell me what you want, darling,” He commands.

“T-touch me, please,” You manage to get out.

Rob chuckles, and gets down on his knees. “Good girl, telling me what you want,” He says, looking up at you as he hooks his fingers into the sides of your panties and pulls them down, throwing them to across the room once they’re off of you.

His fingers find their way back to your core as he stands back up, and he begins to tease you.

“You’re so wet for me,” Rob says. His voice is smooth yet commanding. He pushes your back against the door again as his fingers dance around your entrance. “Is this what you want?” He asks.

You take a deep breath. “Yes,” You say back.

Rob takes his fingers away and before you could complain, grabs your wrist yet again, bringing you over to the bed. He gently nudges you and you let yourself fall back onto the covers as he crawls on top of you.

“Yes what?”

“Y-yes please.”

Rob presses a kiss to your lips and inserts his two middle digits into you, causing you to cry out in response. You feel your walls flutter around his fingers as his thumb circles your clit. His fingers pump in and out of you quickly, bringing you closer and closer to the edge.

Your back arches up off of the mattress as Rob’s pace quickens. He adds more pressure against your clit, swirling around faster and faster. You shut your eyes, not realizing that Rob had begun moving down your body.

His fingers leave your clit, and are suddenly replaced by his lips.

“Holy shit,” You cry out as his tongue flicks against your clit. His fingers continue to pump in and out of you.

He sucks at your core, taking you into his mouth. “You taste so good,” Rob mumbles against you, the vibrations of his words pulsing against your heat.

Your walls tighten around his fingers as you feel yourself growing closer to finishing.

“Rob I’m s-so close,” You say, his fingers hitting your G-spot and moving faster than they were before. “Sh-shit.” Rob doesn’t stop, despite how close he knows you are.

“Hold on for me, darling. I’m not done with you yet,” He says, taking his lips away from your clit, and removing his fingers from you. You shut your eyes groan at the emptiness. When you open your eyes again, you see Rob undoing his belt and pulling down his black trousers. He discards them to the side and begins to unbutton his white shirt.

Within a few seconds, he’s shirtless, with only his boxers left on, standing in front of you. He finally slips the boxers off, revealing his hardened member. He crawls back on top of you and pins your hands against your head. He lets go and grabs the bottom of your dress, pulling it over your head and throwing it across the room.

Rob’s tongue darts out and licks his lips, taking you in. “Arch your back for me darling,” Rob demands, and you do as he says. He unclasps your strapless bra with one hand, tossing it to the side, and brings his other down to your clit.

“More, please,” You beg.

Rob smirks, and without warning fills you up completely. He pumps in and out of you quickly, rubbing your clit at the same time.

“Sh-shit,” Rob stutters, “You feel amazing.” His breathing his heavy. “You’re so tight.” His words alone could send you over the edge.

You can feel yourself getting closer. The build up from before had almost made you come, and you weren’t sure how much longer you could last.

Rob lets out a list of profanities before his lips come crashing down onto yours. He bites your lower lip lightly as his rhythm picks up.

“I-I’m so close,” You cry out.

“You’re taking me so well, (Y/N), just hold on a bit longer for me, darling,” Robert whispers through labored breaths. “I-I’m close too.”

Rob’s pressure on your clit becomes heavier, and he speeds up. He pushes far into you, filling you up entirely, hitting you G-spot. You can feel yourself starting to unravel around him. His pace somehow speeds up even more, and you know he’s almost there.

He takes a deep breath and parts his lips. “Fuck,” He curses. “Come with me darling,” He manages to get out.

You suddenly feel a great release, seeing stars, as your walls tighten around him. You finally let yourself come undone. “Holy shit,” You cry out, and Rob comes with you.

His pace slows as your walls flutter around him a few more times. He pulls out and crashes down next to you on your right side. His arm wraps around you, pulling you onto your side and into his chest.

You laid there for a few minutes in silence, Rob peppering your exposed skin with light kisses. It’s calm and quiet. The world meant nothing. The club, your friend, the incident, life, it was all nothing when you were with Rob. It was just you and him.

“R-Rob,” You say, finally breaking the silence.

Rob smiles and kisses your forehead before responding. “Yes darling?”

“Are you,” You pause, suddenly hating yourself for starting to ask this question, but you knew you had to follow through, “Seeing anyone else? It’s fine if you are. I mean, I’m not and I haven’t been, but if you are it’s really okay I’m just-,”

You’re cut off as Rob’s lips crash against yours hungrily. He pulls apart from you and smiles.

“No, it’s just you, and it’s just been you since we started, well, this,” Rob confesses rather matter-of-factly.

You smile back at him, but his face changes. His smile disappears, and he seems more nervous.

“You’re the only one I think about,” Rob says. “I really like you, (Y/N),” But he shakes his head, as if those weren’t the right words. "It’s more than that, to be honest,” He says finally.

“It’s more than that for me too,” You say back, and the smile reappears on his face.

Rob swallows harshly. “So then, we’re more than just, friends,” Rob starts, his fore finger drawing circles on your shoulder “We’re dating. Is that alright with you?”

You smile widens. “That’s more than alright with me.”

She's the one I'm running with

She's my collar

Oh, she's my collar

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inklore · 3 years ago

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hey darlings!

so i mentioned possibly writing for more of pattinson’s characters in a previous post to get the feel for who would want that/read them if i did.

and since the consensus seemed pleasing, i’m opening up requests and suggestions for neil (tenet) and edward cullen.

please feel free to scrounge through my prompts tag to send stuff in, and i’m still accepting thots, ideas, and requests for our favorite emo boy bruce so you can also send stuff for him as well!

#edward cullen x reader #neil tenet x reader #bruce wayne x reader #edward cullen x you #edward cullen smut #bruce wayne smut #neil tenet smut #neil x reader #neil tenet x you #neil x you #bruce wayne x you #edward cullen #bruce wayne #neil tenet #robert pattinson #robert pattinson x reader #robert pattinson x you #here laur goes again..

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imaginedisish · 4 years ago

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Feels Like We Only Go Backwards (Tenet) Neil x Reader

A/N: Hey there guys!!! I’m back...again ahhhhh. I’ve been gone for a while (I always am) but hopefully I’ll be back for a while now :) I hope you’re all staying safe and doing well. I know the world is ass, but hopefully things will be better soon. Anyway, I’m obsessed with Tenet right now and I decided that I had to write a Neil x Reader one shot (I love Robert Pattinson, it’s a problem) Also, I think this is my longest fic yet...if someone wants to let me know how to do the “keep reading” thing, please tell me omg. I’m so sorry to those who have to scroll through this. Hopefully I can change that. Anyway folks, ENJOY!!!

p.s pls request tenet stuff. gimme some smut to write.

Summary: You allow your feelings for Neil to get in the way, causing you to compromise the mission and put everyone in danger. (AU, obviously because of the reader insert, and also because this particular scene does not actually happen in the movie). ~loosely based off “Feels Like We Only Go Backwards” by Tame Impala~

Warnings: Violence, mentions of death, guns, blood, wounds, cursing, angst, possibly implications of being “lovers (or friends with benefits)” and luckily fluff :)

Word Count: 4,163 (Please fucking teach me how to add the “read more” thing holy shit)

You storm down the cold, grey, skinny hallway lit with dimmed fluorescents. There was something inexplicably chilling about this place, but you couldn’t quite put your finger on exactly what that thing was. Maybe it was the way the lights reflected against the walls, glowing subtly against the tiles. It wasn’t a pretty glow. It was the glow one could expect to see along the walls of a morgue.

Maybe it was the peculiar, dull ringing that followed you down the corridor, haunting your every step. Maybe it was the simple sound of your heels clicking against the concrete floors, and the idea that those clacks could call someone to your very location and leave you absolutely defenseless. Maybe it was the fact that you only had two bullets left in your glock.

Or, it was because he wasn’t with you anymore.

You quickly shake off the thought that he, of all people, could make you feel better. You didn’t need him. Hell, you didn’t need anyone, you thought to yourself. But still, your mind kept circling back to the image of him popping up in front of you, taking your hand and leading you away to-

You cut yourself off. You couldn’t let your mind wonder for that long, especially about Neil. Still, you can’t help but flash back to just minutes ago, when Neil was by your side, when you made the massive mistake of letting your feelings get away of the mission.

Neil pulled you down the hall, his hand firmly clasped around the upper part of your right arm. He was practically dragging you with him since you couldn’t keep up with his speed.

Finally, Neil yanks you into an alcove, hoping you two can hide for at least a few minutes before running again.

“Neil you need to give me an answer, what the fuck is-,” Suddenly, Neil pushes you against the wall, his right hand presses hard on your hip while his left hand covers your mouth. His face is in yours. Any personal space between you two is non-existent. He’s so close that you can feel his breath on your nose. He’s so close that you can feel wisps of his dirty blonde hair dance across your forehead.

He smirks, “No time for answers.” You felt a twinge in your stomach, like butterflies, or maybe something much more gross, because now was not the time for Neil to make you feel this sort of way.

The worst part is that he knows exactly what he’s doing. He carefully selects each and every movement he makes. He removes his hand from your mouth and places it at the nape of your neck instead, his thumb brushing lightly just below your hairline.

You stifle a quiet moan at his touch. “N-Neil, what are you doing?” Your voice is quiet, but shaky.

“Keeping you calm, I can tell you’re about to lose it,” He says matter-of-factly. Of course that’s the only reason, there’s nothing romantic here, and there never will be.

‘Neil will never feel the way I feel about him’ you think to yourself. You can’t help but get a bit angry at his ability to put you under his spell. Despite your heart racing, despite your brain being bent out of shape by the close proximity of Neil, you can’t help but feel calmer. And you hated that. You were too stubborn for your own good.

He breaks the silence, “Are you alright? I figured you’d have something to say. You said you wanted to talk to me before, didn’t you?”

Before…when you had planned on telling him how you felt. You were going to tell him before. Before the mission escalated past the point of return. Before you had ruined everything. Before Neil risked his life to bring you to safety. You had fucked up this time, insurmountably. It wasn’t entirely your fault, but you didn’t make it much better.

Neil blew the entire team’s cover all to save you. You forgot the script, all because you were far too concerned with how you were going to handle your feelings for Neil. It wasn’t just any mission, either. It had to do with Sator’s henchmen. This was Tenet’s way in. This was how you could get more information. This was how you could save the world.

And yet, you brought it all down. Somehow, Sator’s men believed that you were the only spy, and that everyone else was legitimate. They were going to kill you and spare the others, but Neil practically threw you out of the room and down the hall before anything could happen. The second he grabbed you, gun shots erupted. Now you had to pay for it, hiding in a barely-lit, cold hallway, with Sator creeping somewhere close behind, ready to attack.

Suddenly, the guilt began to overwhelm you. What if this was it, what if you would be the reason Neil would die? What if your actions destroy the mission all together? Tears free themselves from your eyes, sliding slowly down your cheeks.

“Hey,” Neil whispers as he moves the hand that rested on your neck up to your left cheek. He wipes away a few tears with his thumb. “It’s alright. We’re going to be fine, don’t worry-,”

Before he can get another word out, you grab his hand. “Stop, please, just stop,” You plead, unable to take anymore. He has to know what he’s doing to you, he just has to, you think, as your sadness slowly turns to anger. It irritated you that he was able to swoop in and save your day. It irritated you that he was able to touch you and comfort you, despite the lack of relationship that you desperately wanted fulfilled more than anything. None of this was fair. It wasn’t fair that he could be this non-nonchalant while you were practically doubled over with butterflies and other real anxieties from the situation you were currently in.

Neil looks a bit more annoyed now. “I’m just trying to help,” He says, his eyes staring deeply into yours. Those eyes, you could drown in them if you weren’t careful, so you snap back into reality, allowing yourself to feed into your anger.

“Maybe I don’t need your help,” You say, instantly regretting the words as they leave your lips.

The corners of Neil’s mouth turn up slightly, his cocky attitude showing yet again. “So back there, earlier,” He gestures backwards, to the past, “You didn’t need my help?”

You shake your head, “I’m just sick of this.”

Neil’s smile fades away as a confused look finds itself on his face. “Of what?” There’s a sadness in his voice. “Us?”

His use of“Us” immediately takes you back. ‘What the fuck does he mean by “Us”?’ You ask yourself. You were undeniably close, but he never confirmed or denied his feelings for you.

Your stomach does a back flip before you allow yourself to grow angry again.

“There is no ‘Us’, and that’s the problem Neil,” You say, pushing him off of you. He stumbles out of the alcove and rushes back in, closing the space between you and him once again.

Neil gives you a puzzled look.“Bloody hell,” you hear him mumble under his breath. “What the fuck are you talking?” There’s a seriousness in his voice now. His cocky facade disappears into nothingness. He’s frustrated, and it’s all because of you.

You just couldn’t take it anymore. You needed to say it.

“Don’t act like you don’t know how I feel.” Your voice is louder now, and it seems as though you’re practically begging to give away your hiding spot. “Neil I-,”

He covers your mouth with his left hand once again. “Alright that’s it,” His voice is still quiet, “You’re the one that needs to stop now. You don’t know how much I-,”

You push him into the wall before he can get a word out, just as he had interrupted you seconds ago.

You step out into the hallway. “I don’t know what? How much you don’t care about me?” You notice the sudden pain in Neil’s face. You didn’t expect that, but you also refuse to believe it’s real. “I don’t need you, Neil. I never have and I never will.”

You begin walking down the hallway as Neil whisper shouts your name, trying to get you to come back without blowing your cover.

“(Y/N)! Please!” He calls out.

A hand on your shoulder brings you back to reality and stops you dead in your tracks, “(Y/L/N), I’ve been waiting to meet you.” It’s a familiar voice, a voice you’ve heard before. It’s bitter, callous and malignant. A chill runs up your spine as the name of the voice dawns on you. You flinch, quickly stepping backwards and spinning around to look at the devil-man in front of you. Although, you know he would prefer if you referred to him as a god.

“Sator,” You curse, spitting on the ground disrespectfully. You brandish your gun, trying to put on your best fake-confident face. Sator doesn’t know you only have two bullets left, and quite frankly he doesn’t need to, you think to yourself.

Before you can even aim, Sator launches towards you.

You jump back, and turn around to run. There’s no way you could get away from him in what you were wearing. Your black kitten heals slowed you down a great deal. Your tight, black dress made it hard for you to move in any way at all.

Sator is right behind you. You kick off your heels, allowing you to speed up a bit. While running barefoot is much better, you know you can’t last forever. You run for a few more seconds before realizing that Sator is only getting closer.

You turn around, back peddling now. You hold your glock up and aim.

BANG!

The bullet misses Sator and ricochets off the tiled wall. What the fuck? You think to yourself as the bullet falls to the ground. The walls must be bullet proof or something.

Sator is almost within an arm’s reach of you. You lift your gun again and take aim.

BANG!

But it’s no use. you miss again. This time, the bullet hits such an angle that it comes back straight towards you. It grazes against your left side.

“FUCK!” You cry out in pain, stumbling a bit. You try your best to continue running, but the pain is far too great to keep going. You feel your legs starting to give out. You crumble to the ground, letting a small whimper of pain escape your lips. You grab your side, blood draining into your hands and onto the floor.

Sator chuckles maliciously. “You seriously thought you could get away? This is my place. You’re playing in my world,” He shakes his head and reaches for his gun. He points the weapon directly at your head,

“And just so you know, I’m God here.”

Tears form in your eyes as you hear the gun cock. You brace yourself for impact as your thoughts find their way back to Neil. You hate how you left things, especially considering that would be the last conversation he ever had with you. Guilt began to grow heavy in your stomach.

What a way to die, totally and completely guilty, a failure, and alone, You think to yourself, as tears fall down your cheeks.

Sator chuckles again. “Crying are we know? Too late for tears, (Y/N). I think you’re all out of time.” You shudder at his words and you prepare for this moment to be your last, shutting your eyes tightly.

“No! (Y/N)!” A familiar voice cries out from behind you.

BANG!

You open your eyes to see Sator standing in his place, the gun now pointing above your head. You look down and see a single bullet right next to you. It must have ricochetted off the wall, just like yours did. But where did it come from? You think.

Turning around slowly, you spot who Sator is pointing his gun towards.

“N-Neil,” You stutter, wincing in pain simply from talking. His gun points back at Sator. His eyes nervously look you up and down. This was far different from when the evening started. You remembered the way Neil looked at you when you had finished getting ready. You remember how he knocked on the door to your hotel room and let himself in. He didn’t wait for you to give him the okay.

“Wow,” Neil said, taken back by your tight, little black dress. He looked you up and down, seemingly removing each article of clothing in his head. “You look incredible.”

You missed that moment now. You wish you could just go back. But now you were faced with reality, with a gun in your face.

Sator looks down at you, and back up to Neil. “I think I’ll let you watch her die, and only after you watch her take her last breath, I’ll kill you too. How’s that?”

“I don’t think that’ll be necessary,” Neil states confidently. You look up at him, confused.

Just as Sator pulls the trigger, Neil grabs your arm and slides you out of the way.

In the near distance, just a short ways behind Sator, you see a fiery cloud of orange erupt, followed by a massive boom. Neil somehow was able to orchestrate some sort of explosion.

Sator stops in his tracks and turns to look behind him, giving Neil just enough time to pick you up and run down the hallway, turning down a series of other corridors in an attempt to outrun Sator.

It isn’t long before Neil realizes that you’re bleeding onto him. “H-holy shit,” He looks down to your left side. “I need to get you out of here.”

You ignore what he’s saying. “Why did you come back for me?” You whisper to Neil.

He steals a quick look at you as he continues to run down the hallway, but he doesn’t answer your question.

You clear your throat and try again. “Why did you come back?”

He ignores you again as you approach an intersection of 3 hallways, each one looking the exact same as the one you’re currently in. Neil pauses for a second, contemplating his options. His heart is beating out of his chest. You’ve never seen him this nervous. While you had only been at Tenet for about half a year now, you had grown to know Neil far too well. The stolen moments you shared, the kisses you swore to tell no one about. You didn’t know what you were with Neil. You didn’t know if this was superficial or real to him. But, you knew his emotions like you knew the back of your hand. You could tell he was panicking. You had never seen him quite like this. Something was different. Suddenly, Neil grunts and choses to go down the hallway to your right.

You wanted to say something to him, to talk to him, but you felt yourself falling in and out of consciousness. You knew you needed to stay awake. Neil looked down to check on you and immediately noticed your condition.

“Stay with me, okay?” He begged. You had never heard Neil talk like this before. “Please stay with me. I’m right here, it’s going to be okay.” He started to pick up his pace, practically sprinting down the hallway now.

“N-Neil?” You managed to call out to him.

“Yes, darling?” He responded between gasps for air. You could tell that he was getting tired.

“Are you okay?” You ask, looking around his body for any signs of blood or even for a possible gun shot wound.

Neil starts to slow down a bit. He looks down at you again, “I’m alright. It’s you I’m worried about.”

“You’re not actually worried, are you?” You ask.

Neil stops for a second, completely out of breath. He takes this as an opportunity to look at your injuries again. He puts his hand over your wound and feels all the blood that’s there. He shakes his head, clearly nervous about how much blood you’ve lost. He readjusts his hold on you, making sure you’re secured in his arms.

He brings his face closer to yours. “Fuck, of course I’m worried about you,” He says in a stern tone. He seems annoyed at the thought that you didn’t know he cared about you. “What the fuck would make you think otherwise?” He isn’t just annoyed now, he’s angry, yet he doesn’t take his face away from yours. You can feel his breath on your nose, just like you did before. The wisps of his hair greet your forehead again too.

“I-I guess I just don’t know how to read you,” You say, taking a deep breath once you finish your sentence. Neil quickly picked up on your labored breathing and began to jog again.

There’s silence for just a few seconds before Neil finds the right words to say. “I came back for you because I care about you. The second you left I chased after you. You were just far too quick for me.”

Your heart flutters in your chest. You didn’t know how much he cared for you. You figured he only saw you as a member of the team, a coworker, a girl to flirt with, someone he had to care for out of convenience and association. The way he was speaking now lead you to believe that he cared for you far beyond that. You stare up into his blue eyes, gathering the courage to finally confess how you feel to him. You felt yourself slipping more quickly out of consciousness, and you desperately wanted him to know how you felt.

“Neil, I just want you to know that-,”

Your words are interrupted by the loud swinging of a door. Suddenly, you’re outside the now flaming building and in the bitter, dark night. The wind whips and nips at your bare skin. You take a quick look around and remember that you’re in Amsterdam. At least it’s a pretty place to die, You think to yourself. You shiver as the wind attacks you again.

Neil notices how cold you are. He sets you down on a nearby bench and takes his brown suit jacket off, draping it over you. He picks you up and starts jogging again.

Just a short ways up the street is the BMW he had been driving for the mission. He opens the car door with one hand, making sure to keep you nestled into his chest with the other. He puts you down on the passenger’s seat, buckles you in, and carefully shuts the door.

When he gets in on the other side, he sees you drifting off again. “Come on, (Y/N), stay with me, please,” He pleads. He leans over to you and gently kisses your forehead. Your eyelids throw themselves open as Neil’s lips leave your skin. He starts the car engine and begins to drive away. He doesn’t say a thing, but you can’t stop thinking about what just happened.

“What was that?” You ask, wondering if he simply did that to distract you, to wake you up. He had to know what effect he had on you.

Neil doesn’t say a thing. He only speeds up, blasting through red lights and ignoring stop signs. You look over at him. He looks like an absolute mad man. His dirty blonde hair is a mess. Dark, purple bags rest under his blue eyes.

At one point, Neil turns the on the radio and glances at you. “Try to listen to some music, maybe it can keep you awake.” Or maybe his concern for your well being could be enough motivation for you.

It feels like I only go backwards baby,

Every part of me says, “Go ahead”

I got my hopes up again, oh no, not again,

Feels like we only go backwards, darling.

Neil somehow gets even faster. You notice that he’s pushing the gas pedal all the way into the floor of the car. You manage to get out one final sentence before losing consciousness, “If I don’t die from this wound, I might die from your driving.”

Then, your eyes shut and the whole world goes black.

——

Your eyes feel like they’re glued shut, but you force them to open. There’s an arm pulling you in tightly to a firm, warm chest. You inhale deeply, instantly recognizing the scent.

It was Neil. His face was right in front of yours. He looked so calm, so relaxed. Either this was Heaven, or he somehow managed to save your life from his hotel room. You were hoping it was the latter. You wanted this to be real life.

Neil began to stir about a bit, but his arm never left your back. In fact, the more he stirs, the closer you seem to get to him. You decide to take it all in, because you know reality is going to come crashing down eventually. You know Neil is going to back off of you, apologize, and quickly say that he was merely watching over you to make sure you weren’t dying and didn’t mean to fall asleep. There was no way that he meant to hold you like that.

“Good morning,” Neil said casually, not taking his arm off of you. He manages to pull you even closer still. Now your noses are touching. A playful smile stretches across Neil’s lips.

You couldn’t believe this was happening. You’re shocked, too shocked to say a thing.

Your silence makes Neil concerned, “What’s wrong? Did I do something? Are you in pain?”

You smile at him, “No, everything is okay. Of course I’m in pain, but this feels good.” Neil’s smile reappears. But, you’re still confused. “I just need to know something Neil,” You say, as the smile disappears from Neil’s face yet again.

“What’s the matter?” He asks as he draws letters on your back, or at least that’s what it feels as though he’s doing.

You shake your head slightly. “Nothing is the matter,” You pause, recalling the events of the previous night. “It’s just, am I okay? How much blood did I loose? And Neil I need to know how you feel about-,”

Neil abruptly cuts your rambling off, “You’re alright. I took care of you after you passed out. I cleaned out the wound and sowed you up. It was easier to do with you asleep, to be honest. I don’t think you would’ve like it very much,” Neil grins before continuing, “Luckily your heart rate stayed completely stable the whole time.”

You nod your head, waiting for him to address the half asked question towards the end of your rambling that he seemed to get the understanding of. But, there’s no response.

You decide it’s time to say something. It can’t wait any longer. “Neil, I need to know what all this means. I need to know how you feel about me.”

“Likewise,” He returns, but there’s no grin upon his face. He’s serious, if not somber.

Regardless, you’re annoyed. “Likewise?” You repeat back to him. “I’ve liked you since the second I saw you, and I feel as though I’ve made that abundantly clear. I’ve given you all the signs, all the hints, and you just continue to play these stupid ga-,”

Neil cuts you off, “I had to sit there and watch you almost die. I worked on your wound all night. I’ve been fucking terrified for the past 12 hours wondering whether or not you would make it. I ditched the team to make sure you were safe, and I don’t regret that choice one bit. These aren’t games (Y/N). Being in love with someone isn’t a fucking game.”

Silence fills the room. Being in love with someone…those words repeated over and over again in your head. You couldn’t let them go.

Neil catches gaze and holds it. He’s waiting for something from you, but you don’t know how to communicate how you feel anymore. It was like he broke you.

You know Neil can’t take the tension anymore, and before you can say a word, Neil’s lips hungrily crash into yours. He grabs your waist carefully, keeping you pulled in tight without hurting your wound.

Neil’s lips leave yours. “Are you happy now?” He asks, brushing where he just was with his thumb.

“Y-yes,” You say, wanting more.

“Then it’s settled,” Neil states confidently. He smiles slyly, as he always does.

You’re confused beyond belief. “What is?”

“That you’re mine,” Neil says, taking your chin in between his index finger and thumb. He brings your face closer to his, and kisses you again.

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imaginedisish · 4 years ago

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Instant Crush (Tenet) Neil x Reader ~Part 1~

A/N: WHAT’S THIS??? I’m actually posting two days in a row? WOWOWOW. Okay enough with that, here’s another Neil x Reader fic! Part 2 will be coming tomorrow night. Just one quick thing before y'all begin... this takes place in an AU in which Neil knows he’s going to die in order to save The Protagonist and the world in general (ps I call The Protagonist TP, because that seems to be what other writers in the fandom do, and it’s really much less awkward than saying “The Protagonist” lol). And yes, this is very much inspired by Instant Crush by Daft Punk/Julian Casablancas, although I had the Cage the Elephant cover on almost the entire time I wrote this...NOW ENJOY!!

Summary: (AU where Neil knows how his timeline will end) Neil knows his fate, he knows he’ll have to go back and sacrifice his life in order to save the Protagonist and the world, but how could he ever leave you behind? Maybe he won’t have to. You’re willing to do everything in your power to keep him alive. (Inspired by Instant Crush by Daft Punk/Julian Casablancas)

Warnings: MAJOR ANGST, cursing, mentions of death, implication of sleeping together/ *friends with benefits/lovers*, and I think that’s it. (oh ah! the grammar may be bad...I’ll check it again later, I’m too tired now)

Word Count: 3,601 (please tell me how to do the “read more” thing so many people on this platform must hate me).

You pace back and forth inside of your tiny hotel room. The beige walls make you more nauseous with every step. The brown, carpeted floors creek under your feet. The bright red digital clock next to your bed reads 2:46AM. You feel the world slowly caving in as your mind obsesses over the events that would take place tomorrow. You wouldn’t be there. You weren’t quite sure why. You had trained to join the team on the Temporal Pincer movement, but Ives had come to tell you that you were dropped from the mission just a few minutes ago.

“What do you mean I’m not in the movement anymore?” You ask, practically shouting in anger.

Ives shakes his head, leaning into your doorway. He looks down the hallway to make sure no one is there, and puts a finger up to his lips, shushing you.

“Don’t shush me!” Your voice is commanding. “Who the fuck took me out of the movement? I know it wasn’t you, and I know it wasn’t TP.”

Ives looks at you, and then looks to the ground. His uncomfortable silence says enough. You have an idea as to who took you off the mission.

“It was Neil, wasn’t it?” You pry, searching for confirmation, even though you already know the answer.

Ives taps the doorway and gives a polite half smile, as if to say goodbye. He pushes himself off the doorway and turns to walk down the hall.

The more you thought about it, the clearer it became. Neil had to be hiding something from you. There’s no way you were taken out of the movement because of your lack of abilities. You were talented with a gun, could easily outrun Neil, and knew exactly what to do in high pressure situations. You excelled at working while inverted.

There had to be something else, something more, something you didn’t know about yet. You needed to find out what was going on.

A knock at the door snaps you out of your thoughts. You walk over to the bright white slab of wood that clashes against the beige walls, and look into the peep hole.

Neil. You immediately unlock the door, and twist the handle.

He leans his right elbow against your doorway, giving him the space to bend over just a bit. His hand clutches a fist full of his hair. He looks tired, shaken up. Somehow, he still manages to look good. The sleeves of his white dress shirt are pushed up to his elbows. The knot of his maroon tie is half undone, allowing you to see that the top button of his shirt is unbuttoned.

Neil’s blue eyes meet your own, but his gaze isn’t steady. His eyes look into your hotel room, then back to your face, and then up and down your body. Something is off about him. He seems distraught, chaotic even. He looks as though he’s looking at you for the last time.

“I can’t do this,” Neil huffs. He quickly turns around and begins to speed down the hallway.

You grab the keycard by your door and rush after him. The door to your room slams behind you, the sound ricochetting off the walls and most likely waking up the entire floor. You break into a run, trying your best to catch up to Neil.

“Neil!” You shout. There’s no response, except for the pounding of your feet against the navy, carpeted hallway.

Neil finally stops in front of a door, taking a keycard out of his pocket, inserting it into the lock, and disappearing into the room.

You approach the door. You grab the handle and try to get in, but it’s locked already. “Neil,” you knock three times, “You need to tell me what’s going on. I don’t understand why the plans have changed.”

No answer, again.

“Neil, please,” You beg, resting your head on the door. Suddenly, you hear it unlock, and before you can remove your head, the door swings open. You lose your balance and begin to fall forward, but Neil instinctively moves to catch you in his arms.

He holds you there for a second. Your head finds itself placed in the crook of his neck. “Are you alright?” He asks. You forget to answer; you’re too focused on the scent of his warm, minty, gingery cologne.

“(Y/N), are you alright?” He asks again, pulling you off of him ever so slightly, just so he can get a good look at your face. His voice is so calm, so quiet. His blue stare meets yours.

Then, you remember why you’re here. You remember the situation. You remember what is going to happen tomorrow, and you remember that it’s going to happen without you. The anxiety builds in your chest. Your stomach tenses up and you can’t help but feel like your organs are moving wildly around inside of it.

“No, I’m not alright, and I know you aren’t either,” You say defiantly, pushing off of Neil and walking further into his room. You look around a bit. It’s bigger than yours. The walls are the same beige, and the carpet is the same brown one that could be found in your room. But instead of a twin bed, there’s a queen in the center of the suite.

Neil can’t help but smirk. “What?” He asks, pausing as he sits on the right side of his bed, swinging his legs around to get more comfortable. He leans up against the headboard, his cocky smile remains on his face, “Are you jealous that my room is nicer than yours?”

Is he seriously trying to play this off all nonchalantly? Is he really going to pretend as though he didn’t just run out of my room in a panic? You think to yourself.

“I’m done,” You say, walking towards the door. You turn around to look at him, hoping your words can get under his skin. “I know you took me out of the movement, which is just plain fucking stupid on your part.”

Neil shakes his head. “You don’t understand what’s-,”

You cut him off. “No, of course I don’t understand what’s going on. I have no fucking clue. I was hoping you could tell me a thing or two.” You’re yelling now. You feel the anxiety melt away as you clench your jaw tightly. Your blood boils beneath your skin. “But of course you have nothing to say. You never do.”

“What the bloody hell is that supposed to mean?” Neil questions, standing up from the bed once again. He makes his way over to you.

“You know exactly what it means,” You insist. “You never have anything to say about us and whatever the hell we are. I’m just a fuck toy to you. You don’t give a shit about me,” You pause, noticing how harsh and cold your tone is. You regret the words as they leave your lips, but you continue on anyway. “And now you’re refusing to tell me why I’ve been cut out of the movement. You need me, you know you fucking need me. Ten minutes isn’t enough time to be cutting people out of the movement.”

You think back to the past few months you’ve spent with Neil. You had been together quite a few times, more times than you could count. You spent secret nights together, going as far as getting a room at a separate hotel on many missions to hide whatever you two were from the rest of the team. Neither of you were seeing anyone else, or at least you weren’t. But still, neither of you made your feelings quite clear. You dropped heavy hints every now and then, mentioning the future, what life might look like after your time at Tenet. But Neil would always change the topic.

Before you could say a thing, Neil’s face was in yours. You know he’s looking into your eyes, but you just can’t bring yourself to look back. He firmly grabs the upper part of your left arm with his right hand. His fingers press into your skin.

“So you think you know bloody fucking everything, don’t you?” Neil shouts. You feel his eyes burning into your head; it’s a horrible feeling. You can’t look at him. Your heart is racing uncontrollably. You didn’t mean for this to escalate so quickly. To be honest, you didn’t intend for this to escalate at all.

You can’t help but think about the past again. You wish you could just go back to one of the many nights you had spent with him. You wish all of this could fade away into nothing. You wish that the end of the world didn’t depend on whether or not you and Neil could simply do your job. You wish you had more time with him.

“Answer me,” He demands. You look up at him. His eyes are glossy. He blinks and a single tear slides down his cheek.

You’re taken back by how emotional he is. “N-Neil, I-,”

“You don’t get it (Y/N),” Neil’s voice is shaky, but loud. His hand is still tightly wrapped around your arm. His face is bright red. “You don’t know what’s going to happen tomorrow. You don’t know what I have to do.”

You can barely whisper now. You’re too choked up. You didn’t realize distraught Neil was. “Then tell me Neil, please.”

Neil looks at the ground. Tears begin to fall more freely down his cheeks. This was bad, very bad, and you knew that much. Neil’s silence was enough to tell you that something wasn’t going to go as you had planned.

Finally, Neil opens his mouth.“I don’t want you getting hurt, so I need you to leave the organization, starting tomorrow.” He’s not yelling anymore, but his voice is still firm and commanding.

You’re beyond confused now. Leave? Why does he want me to leave?

“You need to tell me why. You need to tell me what’s going on,” You plead.

Neil lets go of your arm, and walks over to the edge of the bed. He sits down, allowing his head to fall into his hands. His fingers push back to comb through his hair once, and then he stops, freezing in that position. He looks down into his lap. You walk over and sit by his side. Your arms brush up against each other.

He takes in a deep breath, “I’m not going to be here anymore, (Y/N).”

“W-what?” You stare into the side of his head, but he doesn’t move. He’s leaving? Why the fuck is he leaving? “You’re leaving Tenet? Why? And what does that have to do with me? I can handle myself.”

Neil takes another deep breath. “No, that’s not what this is.” He shudders a bit, and lets out a small, quiet sob. He breathes in again. “Tomorrow, when the mission is completed for most of the team and TP, I’m going back into the mission again, but I won’t be coming back after.”

You shake your head as you begin to understand what Neil means.

He’s going to die.

Tears involuntarily form in your eyes. “N-no.” A shiver crawls up your spine. “No,” you say again, louder this time. “NO!” You’re screaming now, standing up from the edge of the bed.

Neil stands up with you, reaching out to you, trying to grab you, trying to pull you into his chest. But you don’t want that. You want to run. You want to scream. You back away from Neil so that you’re on the other side of the room.

“Please, (Y/N), it’s what has to be done,” Neil looks helpless, his arms stretched out to the side, his red face covered with tears, his eyes searching for a response in yours.

“No, this doesn’t have to happen. You don’t need to do this,” You’re begging now.

Neil walks closer towards you, “The world will end tomorrow if I don’t.”

“And how do you know that? How do you know for sure?” You yell.

Neil shakes his head. “I can’t-,” You sense the pain in Neil’s voice as he stumbles upon his words. “You can’t know why, not yet at least.”

Of course…Of course this is my fucking fate. Nothingness. Death. A painful goodbye, and a tall, dirty blonde-haired figure that will just melt down into a memory of someone I used to know.

You hold back your tears, trying to process exactly what was going through your mind. You try to wrap your head around the situation. But there was no way to process this. It was impossible.

“So this is it? There’s no going back? This is the end, the end of us?” Your disbelief is abundantly clear in your voice.

Neil nods.

I can’t fucking do this, You think. A painful sob erupts from your throat, and Neil rushes over to you, embracing you tightly as if it was one of the last times he would ever get to feel you.

Except that was exactly it. That was your reality now.

He holds you in his arms. You press your face into his chest, sobbing loudly.

You stay there for a few minutes, maybe five, or ten, possibly even more than that. You couldn’t tell. All you knew was that it took you a while to finally think of something to say.

“S-so this little time with you,” You pause, gasping for air in between sentences, “That’s all I’ll get? I’ll never see you again?”

Neil presses a kiss to the top of your head. “I’m sorry,” He whispers. You look up at Neil, and watch as tears stream down his face.

Out of nowhere, a hopeful idea pops into your head. “What if I can stop it? What if could change things? I can keep you safe, no one would have to know that I was there.”

Neil looks down at you. “What’s happened, happened.”

You hated when he said that.

You shake off his words. You had a mission now, a mission to prove that Neil was wrong. A mission to save his life.

“There’s no way in hell I’m living in a world where I never get to see you again, where I never get to be alone with you again,” You say, stepping back a bit. Neil moves his hands to your waist, not wanting to let go. “This isn’t going to be goodbye, Neil.”

“It has to be,” Neil says shamelessly, allowing reality to take hold.

“No, no it doesn’t have to be. I’m going to save you tomorrow and you don’t have a fucking say in the matter!” You’re practically screaming now. You break away from Neil, but he quickly steps forward to close the space between you two. His hands find their familiar spot your waist, the spot they were in just seconds ago.

You’re hyperventilating now, while Neil seems to have calmed down a bit. You figured he had to have been hiding this for some time now. There’s no way he found this out today.

He presses his forehead against yours. He takes his right hand off your waist and brings it up to the back of your head. He combs his fingers through your hair, making sure you won’t move away from him again. He parts his lips, “Will you stay with me tonight, please?”

You nod, even though you’re more than positive that this won’t be your last night with Neil. He presses a light kiss against your lips, and you kiss back. Neil breaks the kiss, leaving your lips feeling cold and alone. He grabs your hand and leads you over to the left side of the bed. You sit on the edge and bring your legs over so that you’re sitting up against the headboard.

Neil walks over to his suitcase. You shudder at the thought that it could just be a suitcase after tomorrow. It wouldn’t be Neil’s suitcase anymore, because there wouldn’t be a Neil.

That is, unless you had something to say about it.

Neil fully unknots his maroon tie and begins to unbutton his white dress shirt, one button by one. Once he’s done, he pushes his sleeves back down to where they belong, and removes the shirt completely. You can’t help but stare at his bare chest. Then he unbuckles his pants, unzips his fly and lets the trousers slide down his toned legs. He just has his boxers on now.

He runs a hand through his hair as he makes his way over to you. Normally the sight would make you crazy, but this was far too somber and depressing. It was impossible for your mind to go there. Instead, you could only think, What if this is the last time I’m going to see him like this. You try to shake the thought off, but you just can’t.

Neil crawls on top of the center of the bed, and finds his spot right next to you. He puts both arms around you, inviting you to rest your head on his chest. You allow yourself to do so, listening to his pounding heartbeat with your eyes shut tight.

“I need to tell you something, (Y/N),” Neil says shyly. Shyly, that was the last word you would normally use to describe something Neil said, but that was what this situation was doing to him, and it wasn’t fair.

You look up at Neil and nod, waiting for him to say what he wants to say.

“Before, when you said that you’re just a fuck toy to me…” Neil trails off. Pain was evident in his voice, and it was all because of you. You had never regretted something so much. You had only felt that way because you two hadn’t ever said how you felt about each other. You had made it clear you weren’t seeing anyone else, but Neil never did. Obviously you enjoyed each other, but he never said anything that indicated the idea of the “long term.”

And yet here you two were, being “together” for over half a year.

Neil breathes harshly, shuddering a bit. “Well you’re not just a fuck toy to me, and quite honestly I have no idea how you got that idea,” Neil pauses again, taking another deep breath. “So I figured it’s time that I need to tell you that I…” He trails off again, shutting his eyes for a second, allowing himself to catch his mind up to his words.

“W-what is it?” You stutter, your heart beating hard in your chest.

Neil clears his throat. “You have no idea how much this hurts. You have no idea how much I wish I could just stay here, with you. I don’t want you leave you here. I-I-,” Neil begins to cry again. You bring your right hand up to the nape of his neck. You gently play with his dirty blonde hair, trying to comfort him.

“I love you, (Y/N).”

You had longed to hear those words for what felt like an eternity. From the second you saw his face, you knew that something was there. It was an instant crush, an instant and absolute fall for Neil.

And there was no way in hell you were losing him now. Not after that.

“N-Neil, I-,” You stutter.

Neil puts a finger up to your lips, “Please, don’t say it back, not like this. It’ll make this all too final. You’ll get to say it to me in some future somewhere, maybe in a different past, or maybe somewhere beyond here.”

You shake your head. “I’ve already told you, this isn’t goodbye, I’m following you in tomorrow,” You say. “I’m not losing you.”

“Yes you are, my love.”

You shake your head again as another tear falls. You don’t care what he says, so you decide it’s time to say what you’ve been wanting to say for months.

“I love you Neil, so much.”

Neil smiles painfully, “I thought I told you not to say it back.”

“You couldn’t have possibly expected me not to,” You say, pressing yourself into his bare chest. You look up at Neil, and watch him yawn. You realize how tired he is. “You should get some sleep,” You say.

Neil nods, “I know, but I wanted to spend my last night looking at you.”

“This isn’t your last night, Neil,” You sigh. “And that’s a promise.”

Neil ignores what you say, and reaches over to your side of the bed to turn the lamp off. With a single click, the room goes dark. Neil pushes the covers over you, and puts his arms around your body, pulling you down to his level. He’s holding you as close as he possibly can to himself.

You hear his heart beat out of his chest. You place soft kisses over his heart, hoping to calm him down somehow. But that was impossible. There was no calming him down about this.

“I love you, (Y/N),” Neil says again, keeping his grip on you tight. It feels just as good as when he said it the first time.

“I love you too Neil, but,” You pause, trying to chose your words carefully. “You aren’t dying tomorrow, I promise,” You say finally. You hear Neil sigh, but he doesn’t respond. He doesn’t want to fight you. He knows there’s no stopping you, because you know exactly what you’re going to do.

Part 2

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chellestrash · 4 years ago

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Patience

Neil x reader

warnings: 18+, smut, swearing

Waking up from your unplanned nap you sat up on the bed and lazily checked the time on your phone. A little past 6 pm which meant…

“Neil?” Your sleepy voice carried through the apartment when you called out for him.

“Here!” He shouted back from the living room and you smiled to yourself. You quickly grabbed a near by pair of sweatpants off the floor and headed downstairs.

Neil was sitting on the couch with his back facing you. He turned and smiled gently at the sight of you and put his arm out, inviting you to come and join him on the couch.

“Why didn’t you wake me up when you got back?” you said with a pout as you approached him from the back of the sofa and wrapped your arms around his shoulders.

“I thought, if you took a nap you probably had a reason to do so, love.” You chuckled and pressed a soft kiss on the back of his neck.

“Does being tired and bored of waiting for you to get back here count as a good reason?” His gaze followed as you walked around the couch to sit down close to him.

“Well, it doesn't get any better than that, does it?” he helped you up and pulled you closer so you were sitting on his lap, with your legs straddling his waist. Holding you close he locked your lips into a kiss -- it lasted a little longer than usual, his lips moved slowly with yours, holding your attention. You pulled yourself closer to him with your hands resting on his cheeks and your thumbs grazing his cheekbones. You tilted your head and gasped for air quietly as he pulled back. You knew what he was doing, and you knew what you wanted to do to him. The sudden shift and pressure made him gasp quietly as you pressed yourself down on his lap.

“Boring day?” he asked, looking you up and down and you nodded with a sly smile stretched across your face, already longing for his touch. You could feel the pulse growing stronger between your legs as he moved his hand down your side to the waistband of your sweatpants. You stood up to make it easier for him to slide them down and shivered as the cold air brushed over your things. “Look at you...” he shook his head slowly, “so beautiful.”

“Oh come on.” you rolled your eyes as you felt warmth spread across your cheeks and your heart sing before taking his hand. You swiftly positioned yourself back on his lap without your sweatpants for... easier access. He tenderly kissed you on your neck, and slowly they grew more intense. Tiny breaths of pleasure escaped your lips until you couldn’t help yourself anymore. You moved your hips back and forth allowing the fabric between you to create the friction you so desperately needed. Lifting his hips up he gripped your sides tightly and held you even closer.

“Neil, I...” a moan escaped your mouth, not letting you finish the sentence.

“You what, love? I didn’t quite get that” he teased as he pressed himself into you again.

“I want you to touch me” you bit your bottom lip as his hands began to move back and forth with your hips. As the friction got harder you whined, hiding your face in the nape of his neck.

“You want?” he teased you again. If you were doing anything else right you would have smacked him by now.

“I… need... please... God, Neil please” you begged.

“I know you do sweetheart, I know you do.”

He slowly moved his hand lower, brushed over the hem of your panties, and stopped directly over your clit. Your hips were shaking and your heart was pounding as you thrust desperately into his hand. He quickly moved it back and you bit your lip knowing exactly what he was about to say. “Patience love, remember? Patience.” You shut your eyes and nodded quickly.

“I know, I know” breathing deeply you tried to calm your shaky breath, your hips trembled and he knew that was his queue.

The pad of his thumb pressed hard against your clit causing you to almost jump up from his lap. You sunk your teeth into your bottom lip, so hard that it hurt ,but it was a nice pain -- a good pain.

“There you go” He whispered as you moaned against his neck. His thumb traced slow circles around your clit through the fabric. Yes, you wanted to feel him directly on your skin. But you couldn’t deny the wet fabric between the two of you didn’t feel amazing, tugging around your clit and adding a little extra friction. You could feel how close you were as pleasure flooded to your core, you were so close now… He made you come undone so easily. Your heart beating fast and your legs started to shake. Your core started to tighten and you were on the edge of release. You knew that was it, you knew it was about to be over but suddenly he stopped.

“Neil! I can’t...” you cried out, you quickly reached down between your legs but he pulled your hand away.

“Patience” he placed a kiss on your neck, “Patience.” he whispered softly against your neck and teased your ear lobe with his teeth as you moved your hips, desperately trying to finish what he started. He shifted and pressed a soft kiss on your forehead. You knew how much he loved to tease, and it drove you nuts every time.

You could feel how hard he was beneath you, you knew how much he was enjoying this. Which only turned you on more -- you knew you were soaking his lap. You breathed heavily as you both tried to control yourself. You reached for his hand and as you passionately kissed his lips. He slipped his hand between your legs and tapped your swollen clit, sending a bolt of pleasure through you.

“Fuck...” was all you could get out. Slow at first the taps on your clit became faster and faster, he allowed your hips to move back and forth again and you felt the knot in your stomach unwinding. You jumped a little when he slid your panties to the side, his fingers just barely at your entrance. He let you throb into his palm as he rubbed against your folds just right.

“There you go, that’s my good girl.” The pet name combined with his warm touch was enough at this point.

“I cant, fuck I… can't hold it any longer” you whined and moaned. He held you down and cupped your throbbing core firmly with his hand. You could feel every part of your body letting go at the same time as you came onto his hand, just like he wanted you to.

Exhausted you feel into his arms, you pressed yourself down on his lap, it only took a few thrusts to get him there as well. Making you come did it for him everytime. Both of you soaked in sweat, you relaxed into the couch. You snuggled closer and rested your face on his chest as he wrapped his arms tenderly around you.

“I love you, you know that?” you said, looking up at him tenderly.

“Oh I know, you made that pretty clear. It’s a shame you needed me so much you didn’t even let me take these off.” he laughed as he pointed at his trousers “I just bought these and I already have to wash them.”

“oh, come on. Don’t you blame me for that now. We both know you couldn’t wait to do it from the beginning”

“Oh no, my love...” he kissed your forehead softly “ I am an extremely patient man.”

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