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imaginedisish · 3 years

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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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neilswife · 3 years

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Neil x Reader SMUT

Requested: no

This is not apart of my mini series. Just something I felt like the world needed more of.

This was also inspired by @littleblackdressxx . Thank you for the lovely work🥰

Warnings: Extremely smutty!!!! Please don’t read if you aren’t comfortable with that!!

Y/N’s POV

I put the finishing touches on my makeup as I let out a long sigh. My friends were forcing me to go out to a new club that just opened up downtown. I hated going out to places like that to be looked at like a piece of meat by drunk, horny men.

I looked at myself in the mirror. I was wearing a short, velvet black dress, with red heals and a leather jacket. I felt good about myself. All I wanted to do was have a few drinks and then go home and watch a few movies.

I touched up my hair and sprayed some perfume just as my friend Rachel called me. She told me that they were here and that I better look hot. I groaned before ending the call and grabbing my purse.

I quickly shut the door to my apartment and headed out of the building. My friends were all waiting for me in the car.

Our friend, Maddie was driving tonight since she has work in the morning. “You know I could have drove.” I said as I got in the back seat with Rachel and Annie. “You always drive. You need time to relax and let loose!” Lilly said from the front seat. I rolled my eyes and sat back.

“You look hot. You’re going to have a great time tonight. Who knows, you may even meet the love of your life.” Annie said to me as Maddie began driving towards our destination. “Yeah right.” I laughed.

We got to the club in 20 minutes. Us five girls got out of the car and headed into the large building. Here goes nothing, I thought to myself.

I walked right up to the bar and got myself a martini. Rachel, Annie, and Lilly all got their drinks and we made our way through the crowd of sweaty people to a table on the other side of the room.

“This place is so cool!” Rachel shouted over the music. We all nodded. I had to admit, they made this place look great. High top tables, regular tables, two bars, a dance floor, and a killer DJ.

Maddie came over with a handful of tiny glass cup. “This ones on me, ladies.” She smiled at us. I stared down at the liquid in front of me. We’re doing shots now? Great. Annie squealed and grabbed the glass as soon as Maddie put it down.

We all took the shots and laughed at each other’s faces. “God, I can’t get over the taste of vodka.” I grimaced. They all laughed at me when Lilly said, “Let’s grab another drink and dance!” I relunctantly got up and went back to the bar. This time, looking for something stronger.

“Jack and coke please.” I shouted over the music. As I was getting my drink, I noticed a man down the bar. He was wearing a gray suit and had dirty blonde hair that was slicked back. He was with another man who had a beard and a woman with dark hair.

I guess I was staring for too long because we locked eyes at one point. He smiled at me and I returned it. Wow, he’s really cute. “Here you go!” The bartender said as he slid the drink in front of me. “This ones on the house.” He smiled. I replied thank you and joined my friends on the dance floor. This was going to be a long night.

We danced and danced all night. I was finally tipsy enough that I was getting loose, as Lilly would say. I took Annie’s hands and we danced and spun around like idiots. I was happy they forced me to go with them, I needed this.

Soon I felt a pair of hands snake around my waist. I looked back and saw an older man with dark hair and was obviously drunk. “Hey babygirl.” He whispered in my ear. I let out an awkward laugh before I started to move away.

The man caught my arm and pulled me into him. “Now where do you think you’re going? Leaving me here without a dance?” He said. “Uh, I’m not really looking to dance with anyone right now. I should probably find my friends. Maybe another time.” I said while trying to get out of the situation.

“I don’t think so sweetie,” He began. He gripped my waist and pulled me close, “You’re coming with me.” He whispered. “Please just let me go.” I started saying while trying to push away. His grip only got tighter and it was beginning to hurt. “Please just leave me alone!” I shouted over the music. He wouldn’t budge.

His hands roamed my body and he pushed himself closer to me. I was getting really anxious and upset that tears started to form in my eyes. “Excuse me, I think she asked you politely to let her go.” I heard someone say behind me.

I turned my head slightly to see the man from the other end of the bar. “Would you leave us alone? She likes this.” The man grumbled. “I’m pretty sure she said to leave her alone.” The dirty blonde haired man said in a thick British accent while putting his hand on the mans shoulder.

The man looked at me and then the British guy a few times. “Do you know him?” He asked me. “Yes I do.” I whimpered. “I’m her boyfriend. And I’m gonna say it nicely one more time, let her go.” He said while staring at the man.

He scoffed and pushed me into my mysertous hero. “You can have her. She’s no fun anyways.” He growled and walked away. It took me a minute to catch my breath, but when I did I turned to look at him.

“Thank you.” I said while wiping under my eyes. I let a few tears slip and didn’t want to mess up my makeup. “Don’t worry about it. He should have let you go the first time you tried to walk away.” He spoke. “You saw the whole thing?” I asked.

“Yeah. I’m sorry for not stepping in earlier.” He said while he reached up to rub the back of his neck. “N-no! Thank you for stepping in at all.” I responded with a small smile. “I’m Y/N.” I added while sticking my hand out. “Neil.” He replied while shaking my hand. “Do you want me to give you a ride home?” He asked. I nodded my head and followed him out of the club.

My friends would understand if I told them I left with an attractive stranger. I sent them a quick text in the groupchat and told them I would explain in the morning.

I probably shouldn’t be getting in the car with this guy, but I had a weird urge to just trust him. He opened the passenger door for me and helped me in. Soon he got in the drivers seat and asked me for my address. I gave him the directions and we left the club.

“So, Neil, what do you do for a living?” I asked, just trying to make small talk. “Well Y/N, I actually work for a government group.” He stated. I giggled at the way he mocked me. “That’s cool.” I responded. I saw him look over at me with a small smile. He asked me the same question and we went on for about 15 minutes until he pulled up at my apartment complex.

“Would you mind walking me in? I just, I’m just still shaken up from earlier.” I mumbled. “Of course.” He replied with a cheeky grin. I couldn’t help but smile back. It was infectious. We both got out and made our way to my apartment.

“You can come in if you would like.” I said as I got the door open. “I don’t want to intrude.” He responded. “You’re not intruding, please! The least I could do is get you a cup of coffee for saving me.” I said as I walked in. I heard him follow after me and shut the door gently.

I made us each a cup of coffee and we sat at my table. “Sorry, I’m still a little drunk.” I giggled. He smiled at me and replied, “It’s okay, love. You were at a club. I didn’t expect you to not be.” He snickered. I felt butterflies in my stomach from his nickname for me.

We got to talking and somehow through our conversations, our chairs moved closer and closer. He was showing me pictures of all the places he has been to for work and how beautiful the scenery was in some of those places.

I stared at the pictures in awe. If my job sent me to those places, I don’t think I would ever come home. Neil was scrolling through as I looked up at him. I stared at his jawline and his lips. He was so hot and he saved me. The butterflies in my stomach from him adding “love” or “darling” to the end of his sentences every so often we’re making me feel like a teenager again.

My eyes kept flicking down to his lips and then, without thinking obviously, I kissed him. It took him a second, but he kissed back. After a few moments Neil pulled away and looked at me. “I-I’m sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking. I shoul-” I began but was cut off by his lips on mine again.

I kissed back hungrily. My hands went into his hair and his snaked around my waist. He pulled me closer to him and I was inches away from sitting on his lap. I broke away and stood up, while extending my hand. He took it and I led him into my bedroom.

When we entered, I turned around and smashed my lips onto his again. He kissed back and walked me over to my bed. Neil pushed me down in a sort of gentle, but rough way. He got on top of me and kissed me again, slipping his tongue inside my mouth.

He slowly bit my bottom lip and growled. I moaned at his actions and his hands gripped my waist. My hands started reaching for his belt when he grabbed them. He shook his head and was about to say something when I cut him off. “I want this. I’m not drunk enough to want to regret this in the morning.” I whispered.

Neil looked at me with dark eyes before he started to attack my neck with licks and bites. I moaned and rubbed my hands up and down his back. One of his hands grabbed both of mine and held them above my head tightly.

His lips began making their way down my body. He reached my chest where I was almost fully exposed. He let go of my hands briefly to go behind me and unzip my dress.

I slipped off the dress and was left in a black lace bra and a matching thong. “You’re wearing to much clothes.” I groaned. He smirked at me before sitting up. I slipped off the gray suit jacket and began to unbutton his white shirt. Neil undid his tie and laid it gently next to my head. “I’ll be using that later, princess.” He growled into my ear as I finally finished unbuttoning his shirt.

I looked at his body and wow. He was so muscular and toned everywhere. I had to cross my legs to creat some kind of friction because this man was just so sexy. Neil noticed and his hands found their way to my thighs. He pushed them apart slightly and frowned.

“Don’t do that princess. You’ll ruin all the fun.” He whispered while taking in my body. His lips met mine again and I moaned into the kiss. His hands roamed my body. “You are so beautiful, Y/N.” He moaned against my lips.

My heart fluttered as he said my name. His lips moved from my lips to my neck, down to my chest. He reached behind me and unclipped my bra swiftly. Damn, I knew he would be good at this.

He began licking and sucking the exposed skin and my hands found their way into his hair once more. I heard him let out a low growl before a growled and grabbed my hands.

Neil reached behind me and grabbed his tie that got mixed up in the mess. He slowly tied my hands together and whispered in my ear, “Told you I would be using this later.”

I was soaked at this point. “These, stay up there until I say so. Got it?” He said dominantly. I nodded my head.

“Words, princess.” He added while caressing my face and slipping a finger in my mouth. “Yes, Neil.” “Good girl.” He kissed me and his mouth found my boobs.

He nipped and squeezed in all the right places. I moaned and bucked my hips into his before he gripped my waist and pushed me down forcefully. “Patience, is a virtue, love.” He growled.

His lips started to leave wet kisses down my body. I looked down at him and we locked eyes as his face was right next to my hip bone. “Ah. What are we going to do with these?” He teased while slipping a finger under the waist band of my thong and letting it snap back down.

I whimpered. I just wanted him to touch me. Neil began kissing and licking everywhere but the place I needed him most. “Neil, I- p-please!” I moaned.

“Please what, darling? Tell me what you want.” He smirked with dark eyes. I moaned again. “Please, please just touch me.” I whined.

“As you wish.” He mumbled while slipping my thong down my thighs slowly. He maintained eye contact and his face got closer and closer to my dripping core. I whimpered as I watched him kiss closer and closer to my pussy.

He rubbed my inner thighs and blew on spots he bit. Neil got closer and closer to my center and I was soaked. Soon, I felt his finger in my folds. “Did I do this to you princess?” He asked innocently. I nodded again. “Use your words.” He growled. “Yes. Oh my God, yes!” I moaned. “Good.” He responded and slipped his long finger all the way in.

I moaned loudly and saw him smirk. He knew exactly what he was doing to me. He pumped his finger slowly before adding another. His two long fingers made me a moaning mess, but that was nothing compared to when his tongue found my clit.

My hips bucked and he pushed them back down. I looked down at him and whimpered. “Is this what you wanted?” He smirked. “Yes.” I moaned. Neil’s tongue worked on my clit while his fingers pumped in and out of me.

He sucked on my clit and added another finger. “Oh my God!” I moaned as my hands flew to his hair, still bounded together. He pulled away immediately and pushed them over my head with one hand as his other teased my pussy. “What did I say princess?” He asked with dark eyes.

I looked at him innocently as he slipped three fingers inside of me while holding my hands above my head. “Don’t be a naughty girl. You know better.” He growled as he made his way back down to my core. His tongue swirled around and did figure eights over and over again.

I was a moaning mess. The way he had this affect on me and I just met him. “Faster, Neil. Please.” I begged. He didn’t answer, but he began speeding up. I moaned loudly and his pace quickened. His tongue moving faster than ever. I felt the familiar knot in my stomach form and I moaned his name.

“Oh my- Fuck! Neil, I’m gonna cum!” I moaned. He went even faster and I felt him groan against my core. My legs began to shake and I moaned. The knot in my stomach bursted and I screamed. He let me ride out my high before bringing his fingers out and licking them clean. “Mmh you taste so good, princess.” He moaned.

He reached up and untied my hands. “Good girl.” He whispered as his lips attached themselves to mine. My hands found themselves in his hair as I flipped us over so I was sitting on his lap. The friction that was created from his pants made me shake since I was still sensitive from prior events.

I pushed him back and started to undo his belt. I pulled his pants and his underwear down and his memeber sprung up. Wow, he was very large. I looked up at him with innocent eyes as I grabbed his dick and stroked it slowly. Neil let out a low moan.

I brought my face closer to his big dick and stuck my tongue out. I licked from the base all the way to the tip slowly. He looked down at me and I smirked at him. “Don’t tease me.” He growled. “Well, that wouldn’t be fun now, would it?” I asked innocently. His hands found their way to my hair and I placed my mouth on his dick.

I began sucking and licking. I tried to fit all of him in my mouth, but he was too big. I spit on my hand and started to jerk off what I couldn’t fit in my mouth. He gripped my hair tightly as I sucked his dick. I looked up at him through my eyelashes and hollowed my cheeks. “Oh my God. Y/N!” Neil moaned and shut his eyes tightly.

I moved faster and I ripped my hand away from his dick as I deepthroated him, earning a growl from the sexy man. I went back to sucking him off and using my hand. My pace quickened and I felt him twitch.

“Princess, you’re so good at this.” Neil moaned again and bucked his hips into my face. I hunmed slightly and looked up at him. He twitched again and he growled, “I’m gonna cum, baby.” I hummed once more and I felt him release his load into my mouth. I let him ride out his high before I took my mouth off his cock and swallowed every last drop of him.

His hand reached up to my face and he slipped his thumb in my mouth. “Such a good girl.” He praised me. Neil flipped us over and kissed me again. I felt his member rub against my entrance and I moaned against his lips. I bucked my hips against his and he pushed me down once again. “Oh, is that what princess wants?” He asked innocently.

I moaned in response. “Words, Y/N.” He growled. “Please Neil. Get inside me.” I moaned. He moaned in response and slipped himself in me.

I moaned loudly and gasped at how he stretched me out. He held himself for a minute to let me get used to his size before moving in and out slowly. Neil moaned into my neck and began leaving more wet kisses.

I scratched his back and moaned. “Oh princess. You’re so tight.” He groaned in my neck. His lips attached themselves with my boobs as he moved in and out. He went fast and then stopped and pulled out. I whimpered at the loss of contact and he smirked at me as he flipped us and said, “Ride me.”

His words alone almost made me cum again. I sat on his lap and guided his dick inside me. Once I was fully sitting, I moaned. I could feel him in my stomach. He was so big. I slowly started to grind my hips against his and put my head in the crook of his neck.

“That’s it princess. Mmm.” He moaned in my ear. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as I lifted my head. His lips attached themselves to my neck and began sucking. There would definitely be a hickey there in the morning, but I didn’t care.

His hands found my hips and began moving me faster. We were a moaning mess. Neil pulled his head away from my neck and his hand found it’s way around my throat. “You look so pretty riding me, princess.” He growled and tightened his grip.

The feeling was incredible. I almost came on the spot and he felt my walls clench. He flipped us over and put my on my stomach. He pulled my legs so I was on my knees, arching my back, doggy style. “Mmm.” He said as his member poked at my entrance. He slammed his big cock inside of me and I screamed.

“Your screams are so pretty, baby.” He said as his hands found my hips and slammed into me harder. “Oh, Neil!” I moaned against the pillows. One of his hands reached in front of my and found my clit. “Please!” I whimpered.

His pace quickens and his fingers are working magic on my clit. My walls clenched around his dick and I felt the all too familair knot in my stomach form. “Oh my God. I’m gonna cum.” I whined into the pillows.

“Do it. Cum for me princess.” He growled. His fingers moved in circles faster and faster. Soon, I felt my insides burst as I screamed into the pillows. As soon as my walls clenched and I came around his dick, I felt him slam hard into me.

We both moaned loudly and I felt him cum inside me. We rode out our highs before he pulled out of me and laid besides me. I looked up at him and he peered down at me. His hand found its way to my cheek and he caressed it gently. “Such a good girl.” He praised.

I leaned into his hand and smiled. “That was, amazing.” I said to him. I felt his arms snake around my waist and he whispered, “Yes it was, princess.”

I let my head fall into his chest and I shut my eyes. “Y/N?” Neil asked. “Hmm?” I hummed back. “This may seem upfront, but can I take you on a date tomorrow? I would love to get to know you.” He whispered. “Well if that’s upfront, I don’t know what you would call what just happened.” I joked. He chuckled and looked at me with hopeful eyes.

“Yes, I would love to go on a date with you, Neil.” I responded while looking in his eyes. “Wonderful. He smiled as he placed a gentle kiss on my lips.

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twinklelilstarkey · 4 years

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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?

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whats-rambled-rambled · 3 years

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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.”

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mypoisonedvine · 3 years

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Time After Time | dark!Neil (Tenet) x reader

summary: it’s tricky when feelings get involved in an organization like tenet. still, you’ve never been happier than you are with your boyfriend Neil, even if he’s a bit elusive and a very erratic coworker. for all his secrets, you never expected what he would tell you the day he finally proposed.

word count: 5.5k

warnings: smut!! (dub con, for extremely complex reasons), almost kinda stockholm syndrome?, yandere/soft!dark neil, breeding kink, confusing time travel stuff

"What are we doing here?” you asked as you looked around the safehouse— like any secret Tenet hideaway, it was sleek but sterile, nestled in a historic neighborhood in southeastern Moscow. It was sort of how you remembered from the last time you’d been here for work, but somebody had rearranged the living room and changed out the rug. (Knowing the nature of your business, you were pretty confident you knew why the rug was replaced.)

Neil had made it clear that you weren’t coming here for a mission, but never said what you were here for, and had kept up the veil of secrecy all week long. At first, you had assumed that since tomorrow was your four-year dating anniversary, it must have something to do with that, but the more you pondered the potential options, the more you were unsure.

You turned to look at him and found him wearing his signature smirk, the one that made you sure he was up to something— but you still didn’t know what.

“Seriously, Neil, just tell me!” you pleaded with a laugh, shoving him playfully.

“We’re here,” he explained slowly, “because I need to ask you something.”

He sank down onto one knee, clutching your hand in his, as you looked down at him with wide eyes. "Oh— oh my god,” you barely managed to stammer, entirely breathless.

“As soon as I met you, I knew you were the love of my life,” Neil began with that smile of his that always melted your heart. “I knew that I had to do everything in my power to make you as happy as you make me, to have you with me until the end of time— whenever that actually comes.”

You laughed a little, but it fell into a sob of joy as he reached into his jacket and pulled a ring out of his pocket, brandishing it to you.

“Darling, will you be my wife?” he asked, almost sounding like he was a little nervous that you’d say ‘no’, for some reason.

“Neil,” you whispered, “of course— yes, yes!”

He popped up and kissed you, smiling too hard for it to be a very effective kiss, though it was a perfect one nonetheless. You felt him slip the ring on your finger and you felt like you were floating on air. It was even more surreal than the first time you were inverted.

“I’m so glad you said yes,” he admitted with a sigh of relief against your lips. You pulled back from the kiss and looked up at him, bewildered but overjoyed.

“Were you really worried I’d say no?” you scoffed incredulously.

“Terrified,” he laughed, and you laughed too, kissing him again quickly before launching into the first of so many questions you wanted to ask.

“When did you— how did you—?”

“I got the ring last month,” he explained. “I thought about waiting longer but I was so tired of hiding it from you. Then it was just a matter of getting you here.”

“Don’t take this as me criticizing your proposal,” you giggled, “but I have to ask: why here?”

He sighed a little, smirking slightly, and looked away before catching your gaze again. “You’re gonna think I’m a bit crazy—”

“Already do, continue,” you winked.

“But this is where we first met.”

He was right; you did think he was crazy. You furrowed your brow and laughed nervously. “Neil, we met at a coffee shop, the one by my old apartment. I didn’t work here then, you recruited me yourself.”

He chuckled slightly, turning your confusion into an eerie sense of nervousness. “Sometimes you amaze me with your naivete, darling. This is where we first met, the first time.”

Gingerly, you pulled your hands away from his.

“I didn’t recruit you, originally. I was here, working, when a close friend of mine came in and introduced me to the newest member of the team. It was you… and you captured my heart, instantly. Only problem was…" he trailed off, chewing his lip as he glanced away.

“Tell me, Neil,” you demanded quietly.

“You’d captured someone else’s heart, too. And he had already married you.”

You stood up instantly, walking away a little before turning back to stare at him in bewilderment. You couldn’t believe what you were hearing; you could hardly stand on your wobbly legs anymore. “I… I had a husband?”

“Yeah, met him once; seemed like a nice guy,” he shrugged. “But he wasn’t right for you.”

“And how’s that?”

“Because he wasn’t me.”

You shook your head, terrified to imagine the ways Neil had tampered with the flow of time for something as trivial as an infatuation with you.

“I tried to hide my feelings for you, darling, really; we were just coworkers for a long time, I kept it strictly professional. But the more I got to know you, the more I grew to love you. I knew I couldn’t be happy just being your friend— you’re my everything. I tried to tell you— but you wouldn’t listen,” he shook his head. “You told me you loved your husband. You told me you had just found out you were pregnant.”

His words hit you like a train and you stumbled back slightly, bracing yourself against a credenza to try to keep from falling to the floor.

“I realized I had to go back,” he continued, becoming a bit more passionate as he explained his plan. “You couldn’t be convinced if you were pregnant with his child. But if I was going to invert myself to try to confess my love for you sooner, I figured it would be easiest if I took it a step further and avoided the whole marriage itself. You had told me once about the day you met him. So, I went and found you in that coffeeshop, the day before. And I recruited you to Tenet. Truth was, we could’ve used you a lot sooner, so it was advantageous to the organization as well— which is why I got approved to be inverted by the boss himself.”

That hurt. He was Neil’s friend, but he was your friend, too. Had he known that when Neil went back to recruit you, he would irreparably alter the course of your life? Or had he only realized later and decided not to try to correct it?

“Don’t look so heartbroken, darling,” he pouted, stepping forward and reaching out to gently rub your shoulder. “We’re finally together. Things are finally the way they should’ve been from the very beginning.”

You pushed his hand away and averted your gaze, unable to look at him anymore. "I'm sorry, Neil, I can't do this— I can't live a lie," you shook your head, beginning to step away.

“No, you can’t go,” he breathed, desperation apparent in his tone along with his expression. “You can’t go! I finally got it right this time!”

“Is that why you were afraid I’d say no?” you realized with wide, watery eyes. “Because I said it before?”

“Yes,” he admitted, faster than you expected. “But—”

“How many times?”

There came the silence, his nostrils flaring as he crossed his arms and looked away.

“How many times did I reject your proposal, Neil?”

“...Fourteen.”

“Oh my god,” you sobbed, “Neil, you— you never gave me a choice, did you? From the beginning? Every time I tried to get away from you—”

“You always knew you belonged with me,” he posited fiercely. “You always knew, it was why you kissed me that night, a year from now, on the bridge in Oslo.”

“That wasn’t me!” you cried. “I was never married, Neil, I was never pregnant, I never kissed you on any godforsaken bridge! You undid it all, and now you’re holding what I never did against me?”

“Even then you knew we were meant to be together,” he explained, stepping a little closer; out of love for the man you thought he was, you had a moment of sympathy for the man he had become, and let him pull you closer and cradle your face in his hands. He wiped a stray tear from your cheek as he smiled down at you.

It almost felt right for a moment, but you couldn’t trick yourself into believing this was anything but wrong. "I'm sorry, god, I'm so sorry," you whispered hoarsely as you turned to walk away— but he chased you and spun you back around, overpowering you as you tried to wriggle from his grasp.

“After everything I did for you,” he growled, grabbing your wrists tightly when you tried to get away, “you can’t just walk away from me.”

“You didn’t do any of this for me, Neil,” you spat as you struggled, “you did this for yourself. You stole my life!”

“I saw your life, it was shit without me, okay?”

"But at least it was mine!"

He grabbed you by the shoulders and pinned you to the wall, making you yelp as he glared at you, eyes wild and teeth bared. “I’ll just go back and do it again. I’ll do it a million times until you stay with me forever, I swear. So what’s the use in fighting me? You’ll say yes, eventually. Why don’t you save us both some time— in a sense— and just accept it now?”

This was a side of Neil you hadn’t seen before. He wasn’t livid, he wasn’t violent (at least, not to the level you knew he could be), but he was undoubtedly threatening you… and you knew that he was right. More than ever you were sure that he was going to keep doing this, keep taking you through the same loop until he got the outcome he wanted. It was horrifying to imagine, but at least this way you could know the truth. Maybe you could even find a way to escape him someday— you couldn’t even imagine how, but you might come up with something later. You had all the time in the world, after all.

He softened slightly as he must have realized you were considering it, reaching down to pull your hands into his. You glanced over at the sparkling diamond on your ring finger, remembering how ecstatic you had been to wear it just a few minutes ago. Now it was a tiny gold shackle, each glimmer of the stone like a silent taunt.

Devastated, but with nowhere else to turn, you began to sob and allowed him to embrace you and pull you into him. He held you close as you cried into his shoulder, terrified and confused and seeking comfort even if it was from the man who had imprisoned you in time.

“Shh,” he soothed gently, “it’s going to be alright, darling, take some deep breaths for me. Can you do that? In—” he inflated his chest, guiding you to breathe with him, which you did to the best of your ability—” and out…”

Smooth breaths were difficult with sobs vibrating your lungs, but you eventually managed to stabilize yourself as he guided you through a few more. You resented that he knew you so well to be able to calm you down; you resented that your body trusted him enough for it to actually work.

“That’s it,” he praised softly, “you’re okay, it’s okay…”

You stared at yourself in the mirror, contemplating the way your face looked through the lacy white veil. Silently, you wondered if this was how you looked at your first wedding; the one that never really happened, to the man you never got the chance to meet. You liked to imagine that you looked happier than this, that your eyes were filled with excitement rather than resignation.

A knock at the door didn’t even tear you from your trance, nor did the sound of it opening; only Neil’s reflection appearing beside yours in the mirror made you snap back into reality, if only slightly.

“You look beautiful,” he whispered, wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing your ear.

“Bad luck…” you mumbled. “It’s bad luck,” you began again, “for the groom to see the bride before the wedding.”

“I think we’ve had enough bad luck for a lifetime already,” he joked, making you furrow your brow and turn around, looking up at him.

He bore a startling resemblance to the man you’d fallen in love with, to the man you’d been ecstatic to marry when he got down on one knee for you in a nearly-abandoned safehouse in Moscow. Even the way he smiled at you, his gaze so gentle as it scanned your face, was exactly the way he’d looked at you a thousand times— when you first met, as well. The first time for you, at least. He’d known you for years then; it was no wonder that he looked at you with such love, struck up a conversation that perfectly targeted your interests. He must’ve spent years practicing to be your perfect man, until he finally got tired of the lie and trapped you in his twisted idea of the truth.

It made you question his motives for appearing suddenly and spoiling the surprise of you in your wedding gown— a sight he must have been dreaming of for years.

“Did I leave you at the altar?” you asked, below your breath. “Is that why you’re here? You came back to stop me?”

He chuckled lightly and brushed his fingers over your face. “I don’t know yet. This is the first time.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat. “How can I trust you? How can I know you haven’t said that every time?”

He didn’t answer, instead leaning in to kiss you gently. You closed your eyes, accepting that you could never really know the truth anymore. Maybe someday you would become comfortable with unknowing, or at least complacent enough to tolerate it.

Walking down the aisle felt sort of like walking toward the gallows, but instead of death waiting for you at the end, there was a life of futility, an existence guided not by destiny or decision but by derangement: one man’s fight, against God and nature, to keep you to himself and steal you from the life you were once meant for.

You managed to keep your footsteps steady, glancing briefly to the pews scattered with parse friends and family— wasn’t much time for either of those with the kind of work you did. All the time in the world, but not enough time for a real life. That was why it had been so easy to fall for Neil, since he was one of a few people you spent significant time with. Had that always been the nature of the job? Or an orchestration by Neil himself, separating you from others until you couldn’t choose anyone but him?

Thankfully, you managed to get through the wedding without crying more than was appropriate or screaming at him or trying to run away. You exchanged the vows and the rings, you kissed each other, the whole shebang. Occasionally you actually managed to enjoy yourself, in those moments that you forgot this was all a hollow facade, greeting guests and listening to toasts and dancing with Neil— your new husband.

You forced yourself to keep up the image of a happy bride for the sake of your friends, and everyone who came here in expectation of a fun wedding. It was what they deserved, even if it was costing you everything.

But once they were gone, you didn’t know how to play the part anymore. You didn’t know how to swallow down the sick rising in your throat as Neil led you to the honeymoon suite, how to smile back at him when he looked at you with so much joy.

You didn’t know how to prepare yourself for what you knew he expected.

“I… should change out of this dress,” you realized once you were alone in the hotel room together, and he nodded his approval. You knew if you looked at yourself in the mirror, you would cry, so instead you focused on getting out of your uncomfortable gown. The lacy white lingerie underneath was intimidating, not for what it was but for what it symbolized. You couldn’t go back out there like this, obviously— so you grabbed one of the puffy white robes, the hotel’s logo stitched onto the breast pocket, and you threw it on as you stormed out of the bathroom and directly to the balcony.

Tears threatened to burn your eyes as you looked out over the London skyline. It was stunning, and it made you appreciate that you should be thankful for the freedoms you did have. There was a big, beautiful world out there and you had the means and the motive to explore it all, if you wanted— you’d already seen more than most.

But you still mourned for the life you never lived. Some would argue that in an infinite number of alternate universes, you had the choice to leave him if you wanted to; and apparently, from what Neil had implied, you usually took it. Yet, that was useless to you now. The irony was not lost on you that you would be so spoiled as to hate your life when you were standing on the balcony of a luxurious hotel, in a gown that cost more than your first degree, with a gorgeous new husband and more money than either of you would ever have any use for. You knew you were being petulant. But something deeper longed for freedom, with everything it cost. Does it matter how decadent a cage is, if you are still trapped in it?

The balcony door opened behind you, and you defiantly sniffled, quickly wiping a stray tear from your cheek.

“Darling?” Neil gently called to you. “Is everything alright?”

You didn’t answer, fearing the waver in your voice would give you away.

“I know it’s all a little… overwhelming,” he relented, his voice coming closer along with his footsteps. “But you really have nothing to worry about. I think you’ll rather like it.”

“Like what?”

He paused for a bit before he replied. And when he did, he said it like it was obvious: “Being my wife.”

You turned to face him, expecting rage in your voice but hearing only sadness. “And if I don’t? You’ll just… go back, and do it again until I do?”

He sighed a little, seeming hurt by the question. “Please, darling, it’s our wedding night,” he cooed, “you can’t hate me. Let me remind you how good we are together…”

His touch was distantly familiar, and against your better judgement you relaxed a bit and let him pull you closer, his cheek brushing against yours as he spoke beside your ear.

“I never inverted for this,” he explained with a whisper, fingertips grazing over your arm. “I didn’t learn your kinks, memorize your body and then go back to impress you from the beginning. The first time we were together… it was the first time for both of us. And it was perfect. Do you remember?”

You nodded.

“Tell me,” he instructed, lifting your chin to tenderly kiss your neck.

“Paris,” you sighed. “We were posing as lovers to check in to a hotel without arousing suspicion. I’d been enamored with you since I first met you and I thought maybe you felt the same way, but I told you we couldn’t be together because of Tenet…”

“But I kissed you anyway,” he reminded you.

“And I didn’t care about Tenet anymore,” you remembered. “I just needed to feel you. And we made love for hours— nearly missed our signal to get out of the building.”

He chuckled lightly against your skin, his fingers leaving goosebumps where they travelled across your back. “It was worth it,” he decided. “It was beautiful.”

You pulled back and looked up at him, finding so much love in his eyes, and you searched desperately within yourself for a way to love him in return again after what he’d done.

Swallowing, you slid your fingers into his hair and examined his face one more time, illuminated in the faintly bluish glow of the city lights.

“Go back,” you whispered.

“What?”

“I need you to go back,” you repeated. “To the day you proposed. Don’t tell me the truth this time.”

Realization dawned on his face, somber but calm.

“I’ll be yours, Neil,” you promised, “forever, like you wanted. But I can’t live like this. I can’t live knowing what you’ve done. And I can’t live with myself if I know that I gave in to you.”

“I hate to leave you on our wedding night,” he argued, turning away slightly— but you held his face and pulled him back to look at you.

“Do this for me,” you pleaded. “Consider it a wedding present.”

He gave you a small, sad smile before he embraced you again. "Anything for you," he whispered as he kissed you on the top of your head.

Neil all but kicked the door down as he carried you in his arms, unable to break the kiss even for a moment to open the door properly.

He stumbled around the room a bit before he finally tossed you onto the bed, eliciting a girlish squeal as the puffy layers of your wedding gown's elaborate skirt flipped up over your head. Growling playfully as he climbed atop you and slotted himself between your legs, you pushed your dress out of the way to look up at him.

As your laughter died down and you examined his face, you were compelled to reach up and hold his jaw in your hand; he turned his face slightly to kiss your palm as you caressed his cheek.

"I love you," you sighed as you brushed a stray strand of hair back out of his face.

"I love you too," he smiled, "more than you could ever know."

You rolled your eyes. "There goes my husband with his crypticness again."

He hummed at the title, kissing you again. You figured you were lucky he didn’t rip the dress as he got you out of it, growling when he saw your lacy white lingerie underneath. “You really are too good to me, darling,” he purred, leaning down to capture a nipple between his teeth through the fabric until your back arched. “All wrapped up for me like a pretty little present…”

You whined when he slipped his fingers down between your legs, toying with you and refusing to just pull the panties aside and get on with it. Of course he had to draw it out, savor every inch of you, but did he have to drive you so crazy along the way?

"Neil, please," you whimpered, "need you…"

"I know," he soothed between heavy breaths, kissing down your chest and stomach until he reached where you'd nearly soaked through your flimsy lace. He kissed your swollen clit right through the fabric— damn him that just that little touch made you moan and grab his hair. He loved seeing the effect he had on you, it was clear by the way he grinned and did it again, a little firmer, relishing in the way you squirmed.

Finally, he pulled your panties aside; although of course he did it tantalizingly slow before sliding his tongue through your folds, moaning lowly when you accidentally pulled his hair a bit.

He looked so damn good with his face between your thighs, staring up at you and holding you in place with his petrifying gaze. His eyes were always uncharacteristically dark when he did this to you, like he'd been waiting all his life for this moment. Like the taste of you drove him wild.

You shuddered when he pushed his tongue inside you, instantly putting pressure against the most delicate places inside you. When the pleasure threatened to become too intense and you instinctively tried to squirm away, his strong hands gripped your thighs and held you down nearly effortlessly, likely leaving marks on your skin for you to notice tomorrow, to remind you that you were his. As if the ring wasn’t enough.

“Fuck,” you groaned, “please— please let me come.”

You didn’t always ask him for permission, but he always gave it when you did. So you weren’t expecting him to grin and stop his task to suck a hickey onto your thigh. “Not quite yet,” he purred. “I need you to ask really, really nicely…”

“Um,” you stalled, distracted by watching him leave a trail of marks along your skin with his teeth, “please… don’t stop, Neil, please let me come… I’ll do anything, you know I will.”

“That’s already true,” he reminded you, snarling as he gave your pussy a sudden spank; you yelped and jolted from the impact, but it ended with a moan and more wetness gathering at your hole. “You can’t be so obedient all the time and try to use it as a bargaining tool, darling. You know better than that. Offer me something I don’t have.”

“If you let me come,” you pondered your potential options as you bit your lip and rocked your hips up in hopes of friction, “I’ll… make dinner, every night, for a week—”

He quirked an eyebrow.

“A month!” you blurted out instead.

“You’re negotiating against yourself,” he chuckled, slapping you right on your clit and making you cry out. “And you’re not much of a cook.”

You were teetering on the edge, desperate for any leverage you could grapple onto, keening for just a touch more stimulation to bring you the rest of the way— and you were so fucking close. You could only think of one thing Neil wanted, that he didn’t have, that you could give. And it was a stupid idea, but you needed to offer him something fast before those dreaded spanks between your thighs made you come before he’d given permission.

“We can fuck on a mission,” you announced through your teeth. Finally, you felt like you had his attention. The only time that had ever happened was the one time you let it happen— the first time. The next day you’d had a long conversation about how you weren’t going to let feelings interfere with the job; he agreed, and since then the two of you had done a pretty good job of separating business and pleasure. Although he did occasionally get irritated with your work in the field and take it out on you that night in bed, but that doesn’t count, right?

“Really?” he mused. “Whatever happened to boundaries? What happened to ‘respecting the other team members’?”

“They don’t need to know,” you explained. “Please, Neil, I really really need to cum.”

He pressed a thumb to your clit and drew slow, relaxed circles— just slow and relaxed enough to make sure you couldn’t come from it. You sobbed and let your head fall back, exhausted of his teasing. “How can you be sure you’ll be discreet enough? You’re not exactly… subtle,” he smirked, your moans now exactly proving his point.

“Can’t be loud with my mouth full,” you countered, and his smile finally fell. You finally had a bit of power back.

“You’d really suck me off on a mission?”

“If you can promise to keep quiet,” you chuckled.

He growled a bit as he dove back in, the sudden pleasure forcing a deep moan from your lips. “Fuck,” he mumbled against you, “so dirty for me, huh?”

“Yeah,” you agreed as you bit down on your lip. “God, I’m close, just don’t stop…”

“As long as you keep up your end of the deal,” he smirked, and you nearly forced his head back down between your legs but thankfully, he kept his mouth shut after that— well not quite shut, just busy, and before you knew it the pressure that built in your gut finally flowed over and you sobbed his name at the peak of your orgasm.

He kept going for just a moment too long, sending white hot shocks up your spine from the overstimulation, but thankfully he slowed down and pulled back, licking his lips and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

With that out of the way, and you nearly melted into the bed at this point, he sat up and hastily opened his belt and fly while he gazed down upon you with a burning hot stare.

"I should return the favor," you offered, sitting up slightly and reaching to wrap your hand around his length, but he shook his head.

"I’ll get my chance, but right now I just need to be inside you,” he explained gruffly. “Can’t spend another moment without being buried in this gorgeous cunt of yours; I might die if I can’t have you now.”

"Well, if it's a matter of life and death," you grinned, poorly faking indifference as he shoved you back and caged you in, guiding his cock to your dripping wet entrance.

“Ready, darling?” he prompted quietly as you felt the head of him prodding at you. You nodded, and yet you still gasped and clutched his forearms when he pushed into you. It was like the first time every time, with the way his thick length speared into you and stretched you open, but you craved it regardless; by now it wasn’t even pain, just raw sensation that pushed your limits in all the right ways. He sighed a bit when his hips met yours, already pulling back and setting the pace of his thrusts.

Even with how wet you were, there was friction just from the size of him, but it was the right kind of friction— a smooth, slow drag against your walls that compelled you to wrap your legs around his hips and hold him deep inside you.

“Is that how you want it?” he interrogated. “Deep?” You nodded and he chuckled a little. “I can do that.”

He stopped moving only for a moment to grab your legs and push them up, such that when he thrusted again, the tip of his cock hit the furthest places inside you and you choked on your own moan. "Fuck!" you croaked, eyes shooting open and hands reaching out to clutch his shoulders.

"How deep am I inside you?" he asked coyly, well aware of the answer already.

"So deep,” you slurred, barely able to form words with a heavy tongue and empty lungs, “all the way…"

"Good." He leaned down and growled against your ear. "I hope I knock you up tonight."

His words shocked you, in the best possible way. You surprised even yourself with the way your body reacted, and your hands were almost moving of their own accord as they grabbed his face and pulled him into a deep, needy kiss.

“Neil,” you mumbled as you broke it just enough to look up at him, “put a baby in me.”

“Fuck,” he hissed, thrusting into you faster than ever, “I will, darling…”

He was unstoppably filthy after that, relentlessly pounding into you, claiming your entire body as he whispered unimaginably dirty things in your ear.

"I know you want it so badly, darling, I know you need to be filled with my seed… can't wait to see you all round and glowing with my baby in you."

You didn't understand his emphasis on the word "my,” as if it could ever be anyone else's! But you didn't really notice that very much, too busy crying out at the feeling of him stretching you out and reaching the deepest places inside of you. “Neil, please— I’m so close, want you to come with me,” you whimpered.

“Yeah? Wanna squeeze my cock with this pretty little cunt while I fill you up, darling?”

“Please,” you sobbed, and you were sure you’d never needed him this bad; never needed anything this bad.

Deep little growls coming from between his teeth signified that he was close, and you felt your body tightening around him as you reached your peak one more time, much more intense than before and so much louder than you meant for it to be. He finally spilled inside of you, painting your walls with his spend as you whimpered and began to descend from your high. His body relaxed atop yours, though his arms wrapped around you to hold you close. After a few moments of that, he fell onto his back and you laid your head on his chest, humming happily at the feeling of his warmth seeping out of you. You were confident you’d be sore all over tomorrow, but you couldn’t feel it now as the afterglow served as a painkiller, keeping you numb and happy while you cuddled into him.

His arm around your shoulders pulled you closer so he could kiss your forehead. You looked up at him, admiring the way he looked horribly disheveled and yet entirely perfect; he looked back at you, smiling softly.

"Can't believe you're finally mine," he sighed wistfully, "forever."

#tenet fanfic #neil tenet x reader #dark!neil tenet x reader #neil tenet dark fic #robert pattinson x reader #robert pattinson dark fic

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navstuffs · 2 years

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REQUESTS ARE CLOSED | TAGLIST

Updated 3/23/2022: im closing my requests for now. i have realized i have too many projects going on right now and i can't focus in all of them. every time i get a new request, i want to give my best but i am getting overwhelmed with all the ideas. so im closing down until i can manage all of this. for those who already sent me their requests, i will be working on them and publishing in the order they got to me. thank you for understanding <3

After doubting myself for so long, I am open to requests! Just let me know what you want in the ask box and what type of gender (female!reader, gender-neutral!reader). I might take longer to write it depending on how busy I am, as well making sure I write the best I can. I don't write detailed smut yet or exclusively male!reader.

I write for:

Adrian Chase (Vigilante)

Robert Pattinson

Neil (Tenet)

Cedric Diggory (I don't write any kind of smut for this character)

My taglist is also open, so if you want to be added just let me know in my ask box or message (however you prefer) and to which character you want to be added.

#adrian chase #vigilante #adrian chase x reader #adrian chase x you #cedric diggory #cedric diggory x reader #cedric diggory x you #robert pattinson #robert pattinson x reader #neil x reader #neil x you #robert pattinson x you #neil tenet #neil

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eames-with-a-rose · 3 years

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If you have not read Rendezvous Zero (Written by Knott, Translated by UncrownedWanderer ) yet, please do, please read.

In the theme of Guide&Sentinel, It has everything my heart desires, steamy smut(im just that kind of person), angst, misunderstanding, yearning, pinning, falling in love, manifested guide spirit, pain, pain, pain, mysteries, so many questions, answers being revealed, slowly. Did i mention super steamy burning hot smut. Good story line, good translation ( lovely thank to the writer and translator for doing the god’s work 💘)

Summary: Strangely, as the scene from my memory melted away, I understood my feelings for him. It came at the wrong time and the wrong place, in a cramped hotel room, with half a bottle of cheap booze between us. If I told Neil that I had fallen in love with him, how would he have responded? That’s too bad for you, maybe he would say, because I’ve already burned out all my love on your future self.

Relationship: Neil/The Protagonist (Tenet)

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Sentinels & Guides - Sentinel!The Protagonist - Guide!Neil - Sentinel/ Guide Bonding / Porn With Plot / Angst and Feels / Auction / Light Dom/ subMating Cycles/ In Heat / Alternate Universe - Sentinels and Guides Are Known Action/ AdventureCanon-Typical Violence Additional Warnings Apply/ Light Asphyxiation

Warning : Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings . But there is a non-con scene in chapter 12, the translator carefully noted so you can skip and read the summary of that chapter in the note. Be safe!

Status : translation completed! 22/22

As usual, link to fic in reblog!

#tenet fic rec #protagoneil #fic rec #tenet #protagonist x neil #this is so lovely and painful and lovely oh god #it’s so beautiful you people #im sobbing #i read the whole night thru

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inklore · 2 years

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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

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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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