Beautyinitaly - M

𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐀𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐂𝐚𝐫 𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐞

Norman Osborn x Reader

▸ format: drabble

▸ warnings: smut, rough sex, semi-public sex, dom! Norman, sub! Reader

A soft melody floats around the room as you double check yourself in the mirror. You find yourself scrutinizing every little part of the ensemble. The outfit itself was absolutely breathtaking, but it was how you looked in it that worried you the most. You felt this overwhelming amount of pressure to be perfect every time you go out with your boyfriend Norman Osborn. It made your knees shack to be with such a powerful man. In your head he was too important to be with a girl like you. Your lifestyle was nothing like Norman’s. Your modest apartment is nestled in the heart of New York City. You lived here ever since you decided to move to the big city. When you started dating Norman however, he tried to convince you to move out. He said he could set you up in a high-rise with all expenses paid. The offer was lucrative and more than generous, but you didn’t want the gold digger rumors to have even more of a backbone. Those fuckers at the Daily Bugle ate your relationship with the Oscorp Billionaire up.

The two of you met when you interned at Oscorp Industries. It was your first week when you quite literally ran into the CEO himself. Fortunately for you it was not a situation of spilt coffee or flying documents. Instead, you tripped while trying to make it to a meeting on time. You always cursed at your way too high, high heels and that day they decided to get back at you. When you put your arms out to brace for impact you were met with a hard chest instead of the hard ground.

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got a request can you do a scenario where levi is going rough on the reader then someone interrupts them and then the reader has to muffle their moans and also I love you ❤🙈😌

I know this took so long to get out I have not been motivated recently and I’m not really sorry for it. I’m only human what do you want from me?

Summary: you and Levi hardly get a moment to do the things you really enjoy so you can imagine your annoyance when your alone time is interrupted.

Disclaimer: I don’t own AoT if I did Marco would still be alive, RIP freckles you were a good boy. I don’t own you or the GIF below

Warnings: swearing, sexual references, NSFW (obviously)

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Levi slammed you hard into his desk, the papers and pens scattering over the wooden surface and to the floor as you were roughly placed on top of it, his elegant hands gripping the sides of your slim waist as his lips were locked against your own, his warm and minty breath filling your mouth with the spicy flavour of spearmint as his tongue moved roughly against your own. Your legs splayed open as you ran your fingers through his spiked under cut. Each individual hair prickling under your fingers tips as you ran them up the back of his head to grip the longer tresses at the top to give them a sharp tug in a vice like grip as Levi’s hands moved from your waist to your thighs that he was positioned between, giving them a tight squeeze as he brushed his erection against your sensitive clit, sending a wave of pleasure to shudder through your body and a knot to tie in your stomach at the action.

Four weeks.

It had been four weeks since you and the captain had gotten some quality alone time together and after some late nights over working you had both managed to clear a schedule and be able to see each other. It was understood by both of you that there would be no talking, you had no time for chit chat and so when you had entered his office the first thing you had done was shut the door and pull of your scout uniform.

So now here you were, seconds later sat naked on his desk with your legs spread and your fingers tangled in his hair and his lips sloppily kissing your own as his calloused hands ran up and down the length of your body. Each stroke of his fingers as they grazed past your rib cage and muscles in your shoulders made you shudder, his lips now trailing down your cheek to your jaw, eventually meeting your neck as he ran his tongue along your skin. You moaned at the action, letting your head roll back to expose more of your neck to him to lay victim to his lips that sucked at your colour bone. Your hair falling around your waist which his fingers now gripped to further pull your head back to allow more territory for his lips to explore, the dull ache in your neck going ignored as his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you into his bare chest.

The muscles in his well built chest rippling under your touch as you ran your long fingers over his abdomin, each muscle tensing under your touch as you let your hands work their way up to slide over his firm pectorals and grip his husky shoulders as he once again roughly shoved his tongue back into your mouth. His full lips warm against your own and another strangled moan left your body as his member brushed past your dripping clit.

“Did you miss me?” you whisper as he begins to position himself, your body trembling with excitement at the excitement.

He only grunts and you gasp as he violently lunched his hips forward, the feeling of his hard member pressing against your tight walls causing your entire body to shudder, his hips rolling against your own as he roughly jerked his member back and forth. The friction created between your legs causing multiple moans to rip from your lungs as he bucked his hips causing a surge of butterflies to batter your stomach at the sensation it created. You felt Levi’s arms unwrap from around you and be placed either side of your hips and in one motion he pulled you further over himself, a slight gasp emitting from you as you were further stretched around him. He let his warm hands rest on your waist for a moment, his fingers gripping you so tightly that it was sure to leave bruises before he placed his hands either side of you on the desk. His hands gripping the wood tightly as his strong arms caged you in, his face lowered and eyes narrowed as he continued to plough.

Levi’s grunts filled your ears, his arms tending and his jaw clenched as you continued to push and pull deeper inside you, the heat from between your legs intensified with each thrust and you could feel your core growing raw more juices leaked onto the desk. His hands gripping the desk so tightly you could almost hear the wood break but he didn’t seem to give a damn as he raised his head, his monochrome eyes locking with yours and within their depths you could see the animosity. The only thing on his mind right now was giving his partner a good time.

He moved his face closer to your exposed chest, your nipples tight from the cold air and arousal at the man inbetwen your legs, his lips now trailing over heaving chest. His pointed nose submerged inbetween your breath and he ran his tongue over them, the damp trial he left growing cold in the air of his dimly lit office.

“L-Levi.” you moaned as he jerked his hips a few more times, the desk wobbling erratically underneath you that you were afraid it would fall over “harder...”

“Harder?” he asked, hismintine voice laced with a husky edge that sent shivers down your spine “you’re an impatient brat aren’t you?”

“I said...” you whispered as you sharply moved your hips forward causing him to grunt and moan as you slipped even further down his length “harder.”

A growl ripped through his chest as his body tensed even more as he began to speed up the pace.

Your words seeming to egg him on as he went faster, a dull ache rising inbetween your legs that would be present for the next few weeks as his pace quickened. You let your head drop into his shoulders sinking your teeth into his neck to suppress a scream of delight that bubbled in your chest, your body being bullied by each movement of Levi’s hips that bucked and rolled against your own. Your fingers raking over his tensed muscles in his back that bulged with every violent move he made, your fingernails clawing at his skin that was slightly slick with sweat. Your nose buried into his neck and inhaling his soapy scent, one of his hands rising off the desk to drip the back of your head and hold your head into his neck. His fingers tangling in your roots which he gently pulled on, his other hand still holding the desk in a vice like grip by your side, his cheek pressed into the top of your head by his hand as he still held it against his neck. His eyes closing as his face brushed by the side of your head, arching his neck back slightly and lifting his face upwards, his cheek moving against your hair. His hips all the while still crashing against your own.

“Ahh.” you hissed as he pressed you further into the desk, the piece of furniture creaking under the pressure as Levi continued to plough, more growls leaving his lips and you could feel your climax almost reaching.

Knots thing and untying in the out of your stomach, your head growing light as you felt yourself grow wetter, Levi’s member beginning to grow slick inside you and you could see he was about to cum too, the wild look in his eyes indicating towards his release and he confided to speed up. His eyes pressing closed as he moaned your name and tears squeaking from the corner of your eyes as you kept your face pressed into the crook of his neck. A throbbing emitting from your centre as he bucked his hips a few more times, your walls being stretched and manipulated by his final last few ruts, the feeling of him inside you sending jolts if electricity throughout your body.

“Come on baby.” you whispered your voice catching in your throat as you felt your bundle of nerves in your stomach begin to climax, Levi still grunting, the veins in his arms almost popping from the strain he was putting on his body with his incredible stamina and the desk now squeaking and creaking as it swayed beneath you.

Anybseifhd now you would feel the ecstasy of your orgasm, you would feel Levi release into you and be filled with his sweet cum, the feeling would make you scream in pleasure. Any second now.

“Captain I had these papers for you to look at and...” a voice spoke soon followed by the sound of paper being dropped to floor.

You felt your whole body jolt as Levi’s thrusts suddenly stopped, the excitement and butterflies evaporated from your system and the aching and throbbing that had been somewhat kept at bay by Levi’s roughness was beginning to settle in. You could feel him still inside you but there was no movement as he glared at someone over your shoulder, his eyes narrowed dangerously and his chest falling and rising in laboured breaths from anger or from the previous activities you didn’t know. Perhaps both.

Levi stood up straight, a moan leaving your lips as you felt him move inside you but he remained inbetween your legs, both his arms now wrapping around your waist to pull you into him to prevent you from turning around and being seen by whoever was stood in the door way.

You were thankful your back wa turned to the door, you could never look at the person who had walked in on you in the eye ever again if they had seen the full extent of your body. Fortunately your own form his Levi’s genitalia from the extra pair of unwanted eyes and only his bare chest was visible to the unsuspecting sound he had walked in.

Heat rushes to your cheeks from embarrassment and you buried your face further into your lovers neck, high that it would hide you from the person behind you.

“What do you want Kierschtien?” Levi growled, his voice while monotone holding a threatening edge that could only be described as feral “Can’t you see I’m busy?”

“I...I um...I...”

You heard Jean stammer, he wa clearly to shocked to do anything effort stand frozen to the spot. His eyes trailing over your figure that was in the desk, his own breath catching in his throat at seeing your naked form, even if it was only your back facing the cadet he could still get a good brow if your impressive form. A small waist and muscular shoulders with a big...

A red blush crept over his face and he turned his face away rubbing the back of his ash brown hair.

Levi seemed to have noticed the boys embarrassment and own arousal which only angered the captain further.

“Get out.” Levi snarled, his thin brows furrowing into a demonic like glare.

Jean didn’t have to be told twice as he scampered out the door like a dog with a take between its legs. Not bothering to pick up the papers he had left discarded on the floor as he slammed the door shut behind him.

Levi kept his eyes trained on the door for a moment as if paranoid that someone else would walk in. Sighing he pulled his head away from looking over your shoulder, you yourself pulled your head out from his neck giving him a weak smile. He reached a hand up to cup the side of your face, his locks of messy ebony hair falling over his face and his silver eye met yours as he rubbed a thumb back and forth over your cheek.

“You ok?” he asked, concern embedded in his tone as he pressed his lips to leave a kiss on your temple, you nodded in response.

“I thought I locked it.” you mumbled now embarrassed at your rookie mistake “oh god I’m training the cadets tomorrow.”

The feeling of anxiety crept over your body and you felt a weight fall onto your shoulders at the premise of tomorrow’s events. You didn’t think you could face Jean after what the poor boy had just seen, would he tell the others? What if they laughed at you behind your back or disregarded your authority?

Levi clearly picked up on your nerves and he sighed, clicking his tongue as he gazed at you through half lidded eyes. He understood your anxiety, he himself was slightly shaken from the ordeal but he was so focused on getting Jean out of the room to save your own humiliation. He would more then likely have to call the boy into his office to have a conversation about what he had witnessed. But Levi didn’t want to think about some shitty cadet who didn’t know how to knock, he only wanted to think about you.

“Don’t worry. I’ll have a word with him tomorrow,” Levi muttered leering hisbeyes travel over our body through half lidded eyes, the action not going unnoticed by you.

“Do you want me to be there too?” you ask as you run your fingers over his arms, your fingertips tracing the curves of his biceps and he closes his eyes as if trying to savour the feel of your cold fingers on his warm skin.

“No, I’ll pull the little shit out of training and just go over some things.” Levi mumbles and you nod, letting your hands rest on his forearms.

“You’re...you’re not going to kill him are you?” you whisper in a teasing voice looking up at him and he arched a thin brow.

“Not straight away.” he replied and you giggle, he gives you a warm yet small smile.

Without another word he olaces both hands either side of you in the desk again, raising his head to meet your eyes as he repositions himself and it’s then that you feel him move within you again. The butterflies quickly return and you reach up to grip his shoulders again.

“Do you want to finish?” he asked in a bored tone trying not to smirk at

“Yes please.”

...

You watched the newest scout members from the 104th cadet squadron carefully from your position by the tree line. Your arms folded and legs crossed with a tired and bored expression plastered across your face, the small training paddock filled with the newest members of the scouts who were practicing their hand to hand combat.

The sun was lazily pouring through the canopy of leaves above you and there was a mellow breeze in the air that would occasionally pull some loose strands of hair across your face. The odd bird would sometimes flutter in the branches meters above your head, only to fly away in a flurry of coloured wings when one of the cadets yelled in pain.

You shifted your weight against the tree you were leaning on, the bark rough under the camel coloured leather of your jacket, the pain between your legs like a searing heat with every move you took.

Bruises and hickies on your neck left by Levi’s unforgiving lips were lazily covered by the tall collar of your button down shirt, but if you looked closely you could still see the faintest trails of purple given to you from the night before.

Sighing you closed your eyes, resting your head against the tree and letting the sunlight heat kiss your skin. The air was crisp and cool today, days like these were good for taking the horses out for a trek and blowing off some steam. But you were stuck with the pre-pubescent recruits and was in too much pain to properly show them how to execute a move.

It had been a stuffier just to get out of bed, the sharp spiking and stretched out feeling from your core making simple tasks such as walking, become a chore.

Lazily, you peeled back and eye when you felt someone watching you. Your gaze locked with Jean and the ash brown head of his instantly turned in a different direction once you caught him staring at you.

You suppressed the urge to roll your eyes at the young man’s frequent glances in your direction. You couldn’t say you were surprised with his infatuation, he had accidentally walked in on a very intimate moment between his superiors and he had probably never seen a naked woman before. It wouldn’t be the first time a cadet or new recruit had had a crush on you, Levi had had many younger boys in and out of his office receiving punishments for just looking at you in a manner he deemed inappropriate.

You knew that Jean would soon be on that list.

“Aren’t you supposed to be teaching them?” Mike’s voice comes from beside you and you glance at him from the corner of your eye, not bothering to face him at your kept eyes trained on the cadets.

“I am teaching them.” you defend.

He scoffs.

“That one boy’s footwork is off and that girl’s elbows need to be higher. But I’m assuming you saw that, considering you’re clearly so invested in teaching them.”

“What are you a detective?” you groan shooting him a glare.

He only gives you a lopsided grin as he leans beside you on the gargantuan tree trunk, folding his arms over his chest and keeping his gaze looking out at the cadets. He reached a hand up to brush the stubble on his chin creating a horrible scratchy sound that sends shivers over your body, you always made sure Levi had a clean face. You couldn’t stand stubble.

“So what’s really the matter?” Mike asks after a while glancing at you from under his mousy brown hair.

“Who said there was anything wrong?” you shoot back.

“You volunteered to train these grunts today.” he says gesturing to the ex 104th cadets “you clearly wanted to so why aren’t you doing it properly? Something is wrong.”

“I hate how well you can read me.” you grumble as you shove your hands deep into your pockets, flicking your ponytail over your shoulder.

“So I’m right. There’s something wrong. Is it Levi? Did something happen between you two?” he says his tone now filling with concern “I’ll kill that short stop if...”

“Calm down would you?” you say, his sudden raise in voice having gained unwanted attention from some of the cadets “no nothing like that, well I mean...something did happen between us but you know nothing from the usual.”

“Oh I see.” says Mike, his cheeks growing red “don’t tell him I called him a short stop. I like being alive.”

“Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me. He’d kill me too if he knew I was even telling you about this.”

“So what’s the issue? Can the captain not get it up anymore or something?” Mike asks and you elbow him, causing the man to grunt as your sharp body part was shoved into his ribs.

“That’s not the issue Mike.” you say, quickly praying he wouldn’t push the boundaries.

Mike sometimes got too comfortable for your liking and he would often overstep social barriers in conversation.

Maybe apart of you kind of liked him for his upfront attitude about embarrassing conversation, but at the moment you didn’t want to hear it.

“There’s nothing wrong with...performance.” you mumble so quietly he barely heard you as a red heat flushed over your cheeks.

“Then what it it?”

You bite your lip, your gaze trained on the ground. You knew you could tell Mike anything and he’d give you a serious answer, but it was still somewhat embarrassing for you even if it was as good a friend as Mike you were telling it to.

“Promise not to laugh.”

“Promise.”

“See that recruit with the ash brown hair, long face, narrow eyes.” you say making the smallest of gestures to where Jean was sparring with Bertholdt.

Mike follows your gaze and nods. You inhale deeply as if about to make the biggest declaration of your life.

“He walked in on me and Levi.”

It didn’t take long for Mike to burst into a loud laughter. You slammed your eyes shut in embarrassment as his loud noises of amusement filled your ears, your fists clenching in your pockets as you resisted the urge to punch him.

“You said you wouldn’t laugh.” you grumbled.

“I’m sorry it’s just...I’m kind of relieved to be honest.” he explained, his chuckling ceasing as his soft eyes twinkled “I thought it was something really personal.”

“It is something personal!”

He chuckled, shooting you a lopsided smirk as you glared up at him. You had to admit you were used to glaring down at the men, or man, in your life so glaring up was new for you.

“What did our beloved captain say?” Mike asks and you sigh, reaching a hand up to run through your hair.

Pulling the loose strands of hair away from your face only for them to bounce straight back.

Your mind brought you back to the shock of hearing Jean enter the room, the embarrassment and the anxiety. It had shaken you which was a hard think to do, you were a confident person.

“He just told him to get out, made sure I was somewhat covered by his arms but that was about it. He says he’s going to have a word with him later, pull him out of training but...” you trail off when you feel Jean’s eyes linger on you once more and you try to ignore it “I’m just worried it’s scarred the boy or something. I mean...Levi was going hard...”

“Ok...”

“I mean really rough.”

“I get it.”

“I mean really, really rough.”

“That’s enough.”

“The desk was shaking...”

“(Y/n).”

“What?”

“Please just shut up about the little details.”

“Oh. Sorry.”

“It’s ok.”

“I mean I could hardly walk afterward.”

“(Y/n)!”

“Right, shutting up.”

It’s quiet for a moment and Mike reaches up to scratch his chin again, deep in thought. You let your eyes wander the cadets again, you could see Mikasa babying Eren like usual and the boy was desperately trying to run from her caring actions. You would’ve gone over to sort it out but you wanted to hear what Mike had to say, you had never liked hand to hand combat. What was the point if you were fighting titans? You were sure if you had hand to hand combat with a titan, the Titan would most likely win.

“I really don’t know what to say.” Mike comments after a while and you groan.

“You of all people have nothing to say?” you ask in disbelief.

He always had an opinion on something.

“I’ve never been in a situation like that.”

“The situation with the cadet walking in, or the situation concerning a man and a woman?” you tease and the squad leader only glared at you.

“The cadet situation.” he growled and you grinned at him.

“If you say so.”

“I’ve had...” he’s about to say it but quickly trails off, a red blush falling over his face.

Maybe you didn’t give him enough credit, maybe he did understand social conventions and barriers. You opened your mouth to say something back, but were cut off by a dull voice filling through the air and over the cadets.

“Oi, Kirchstein!”

Everyone’s gaze turned to Levi who stood by the entrance to the training area within the forest clearing. You could visibly see everyone flinch at the captain’s cold and authoritative tone. Even Mike stiffened upon the appearance of his friend, but for you it made you slightly weak in the knees to see your boyfriend have so much authority and it sent shivers of pent up urge through you, his gun-metal eyes almost stone like and bored as he searched for his prey.

His gaze landed on you for a second before finding Jean, cowering slightly behind Reiner with a small sweat drop on the side of his face.

As the one with authority over the cadets you stepped away from Mike to stand beside Levi, he didn’t look at you and that was expected. Levi revealed so little public displays of affection with you that hardly anyone knew you were dating.

“Kirchstein answer when you’re called!” you call out noticing the boy since and step forward, quick to salute you and Levi.

“Yes Ma’am.” he cried out, his voice cracking slightly.

“Kirchstein you have that paperwork you gave me last night to deliver.” Levi said in his monotone voice and while it seemed like an innocent request the hidden message was clearly like knives to the boy, he looked as if he had just died inside a little “you can resume training once you’ve completed it. Come on.”

“Yes sir!”

Levi turned as Jean moved towards him, Levi’s steely far locking with yours just for a moment before he moved away and back towards the barracks. Jean following behind the shorter man with his head slightly bowed.

You watched them leave before turning back to the cadets and they instantly turned to attention.

“Get back to work.” you ordered “Sasha your elbows need to be higher and Eren your feet need to be positioned diagonal not parallel!”

...

Levi opened his office door, holding it open for the younger man to walk through, his narrow glare following Jean into the small work space causing the cadet to flinch and bow his head as if he was a child being scolded by his father.

As Jean entered the circular office he was reminded of the atrocities from the previous evening. The image of you sat with your legs spread on Levi’s desk with the captain in between said legs was permanently burned unwillingly into his brain. Even as he looked at how neat the desk was now, with the quills neatly in pots and papers stacked in beautiful piles by the edges of the mahogany wood seemed like a mask used to cover the intimacy that had occurred. It was like reliving a nightmare being back in the office, but he knew the real nightmare stood behind him wearing an ascot.

Levi followed behind and promptly shut the door, making sure the latch was clicked downward. He stalked towards his desk, not bothering to offer Jean a chair as he sat himself down into the velvet cushions. His expression deadpan and so caught if any emotion that it only made Jean full with more anxiety as to what was playing on the mind of the stoic captain.

It was quiet for a while. The air thick with Jean’s own fears. He was going to die. He knew he was going to die and for the most ridiculous reason, he had hoped to die saving someone’s life, going down in a blaze of glory. Not by humanities strongest because he walked in on a very intimate moment. But this was how God had decided his fate and this is where his life ended.

Levi shifted in his chair and Jean visibly paled jumping backwards. Levi arched a brow at the boy’s skittishness trying his hardest not to smirk.

“I’m guessing you knew why I called you in here.” Levi drawled and Jean nodded, his expression somewhat resembling being in pain.

His teeth gritted in an attempt at a smile and his eyes twitching with beads of sweat rolled from his brow.

Levi sighed, rolling his eyes and leaning forward in his chair to pull back a drawer pulling something out that was hidden from his view. Was it a firearm? Maybe a blade that would be dragged across his throat by the expert hand of the captain?

He squeezed his eyes shut as he heard Levi shut the drawer, his body tense as he waited for the feeling of lead it cold steal to enter his body. You can imagine his shock when he heard what sounded like a pile of paper being dumped onto the desk before him. Jean slowly peeled his eyes back to see Levi staring at him with one of his small hands resting on top the documents Jean had left on the floor in his hurry to leave.

“These need taking back to the finance team.” Levi said pushing the pile towards Jean in the other side of the desk “do you think you can manage that?”

Jean nodded, his throat dry and knees weak from the previous terror he had felt.

“Get going then brat, you have to get back to training.”

“Y-you’re not going to kill me?” Jean asked.

Levi scowled, his ebony tresses that fell over his eyes doing little to conceal the slight amusement he felt towards the boy’s words. He didn’t blame Jean for thinking that way, Levi had never planned on telling the boy off or killing him for that matter. It was an accident and in truth it was both his and your fault for not making sure the door was locked, if it happened again Levi would most definitely punish the cadet to no extremes. But for now, acting like nothing happened would suffice. Levi despised drama with a passion, he didn’t want to make a big deal out of quite a hilarious situation.

“Why would I waste my good blades on your shitty blood?” Levi snapped “take these documents and go before I change my mind.”

Jean didn’t waste a second in jumping forward to grab the papers and hold them to his chest. Almost dropping in then process as he fumbled with the documents, the sheets of neatly filled out paper almost flying around the office.

“Get it together Kierchstein.”

“Y-Yes sir. Is there anything else you want before I go?”

Levi nodded and Jean felt the snakes of anxiety could around his stomach again as Levi’s frown deepened.

“Make your hand like this.” Levi ordered, holding a hand out which he clenched into a fist.

Jean copied his actions, balancing the papers on one arm and holding the other out infront of him in a tight fist.

Levi nodded in approval.

“I want you to bang your knuckles onto the wood three times.” he added as he himself lowered his fist to rap his knuckles against the wood, a loud tap following each time his knuckles made contact, he pulled his hand away and sat back gesturing for Jean to follow.

The boy did, banging his knuckles into the wood three times before pulling his hand away to once again hold the papers.

“Well done brat,” Levi drawled “you just learnt how to knock. Try it some time. Now get out.”

“Yes sir.”

...

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faceless — suna rintaro smau

summary: suna is a popular faceless streamer/youtuber, during a stream he mistakenly out his crush on you. you also being poplar streamer, word travels fast. you start messaging each other and your friendship grows, but problems arise when he “reveals” what he looks like.

pairing: suna x fem!reader

genre: angst!! + fluff (maybe smut)

tropes: streamer!suna, love triangle

warnings: lying, manipulation, toxic friendships

taglist: OPEN

schedule: every other day

status: onhold till (sometime december)

y/n & friends | suna & friends | future characters

CHAPTERS:

01. snitches

02. clout

03. pretty girl

04. crush on suna era

05. suna’s in love

06. catfishing

07. rare form

08. oh no

09. why should i?

10. i’m just trying to help

11. mission iwaizumi

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13. first date?

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17.

18.

19. convention

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22.

23.

24.

* to be continued & chapter titles subject to change

Patrick Bateman x reader

Hiya🥰 I hope everyone is well and staying safe🙏🏽 here’s the mini series for my baby Pat

I love him to death and figured what if I brought my vision into the world? ✨ He deserves love and someone who’ll see him💕

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Word count: 3768 (wow, yes, I love him that much)

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Infinite choices part 1

You turned around suddenly upon hearing the door open. But it wasn’t your friend. ‘Where’s Jean?’ Patrick Bateman inquired, his eyebrows furrowed. ‘She’s in the ladies room’, you answered, as you sat on the table, your arms crossed. He nodded: ‘Well, tell her to cancel my reservations for tonight at Texarkana’. ‘Alright’, you stood up and went to the phone. ‘What are you doing?’ he asked. You smirked at him, as you picked up the phone to dial the restaurant’s number. ‘You don’t think you’re the only one in this building who goes there?’, you asked. Now, Patrick fully stepped into the office and leaned against the door frame. ‘I guess’, he tilted his head, ‘but what are you doing?’ ‘Not wasting mine and hers time’, you answered coolly, as you heard the line being picked up. ‘Ah, yes, hello’, you said, ‘I’m calling to cancel reservations for tonight’. Patrick watched you silently, his hands in his pockets. ‘Yes, for’, you looked at him and winked, ‘Patrick Bateman’. He raised his eyebrow. You clearly knew who he was, which gave him an odd feeling of somewhat satisfaction. But he had no idea who you were. ‘Yes, thank you’, you said, as you set the phone down. You looked up and saw him already look at you, so you smiled. ‘I haven’t seen you around’, Patrick said. ‘Yeah’, you nodded, ‘I work couple of stories higher’. You went around the table and sat on the desk again, crossing your legs. Patrick looked you up and down approvingly. ‘Breathtaking views, I must say’, you let out as you leaned back, your hands supporting you, your bare legs up to your mid thighs clear in his view. Patrick locked your eyes: ‘I know’. ‘Not mentioning your office, of course’, you waved your hand to the door, ‘pretty impressive too’. Patrick blinked: ‘You were in my office?’ You nodded: ‘Had to help Jean with some documents’. Patrick nodded: ‘I see’. ‘You have a pretty nice music collection’, you stood up from the table, but still leaning against its rough surface. ‘Thanks’, Patrick answered, his expression neutral. ‘You’re welcome’, you replied quickly. He gave you a small smile, which you returned, your gaze turning warm for a second. Patrick still looked you in the eyes, as if he couldn’t look away. You blushed but held his intense gaze, trying to unsuccessfully read him. You didn’t know why, but there was something about him. Something underneath all of those expensive clothes and beautiful body, which you were sure he had. You just couldn’t quite put your finger on it yet.

You were stunned to see this gorgeous man for the first time. Jean had told you a lot about him, but seeing him in real life was like getting a piece of candy out of your favorite candy store. What had puzzled you, was that he hadn’t asked your name or who you were. You guessed he simply didn’t care. But you didn’t mind, for you were not seeking any attention from anyone. Your and Patrick’s little staring contest was interrupted by Jean. ‘Oh, hiya, love’, you greeted your friend. She adverted her gaze to the floor upon seeing Patrick. You looked between them with curiosity, a small knowing smirk on your face. ‘You ready to go?’ you asked her as you stepped closer to the door. ‘Yeah’, she said quietly, as she grabbed your coats. ‘Let’s go’, she ushered. You nodded and followed her, your scent hitting Patrick’s senses for a split second. It was refreshing and sweet. Something that he would long for, but right now he didn’t know that. You turned around, balancing on high heels flawlessly, earning another look of approval from Patrick. ‘It was a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Bateman’. He nodded, his eyes never leaving your frame, as you smoothly swayed your hips in a tight dress, that deliciously hugged your body in all of the right places. He heard a cocky male voice, it was one of his coworkers: ‘Ay, where are you going?’ Patrick saw you turn around, without stopping your almost catwalk to the elevators: ‘Somewhere you’re not allowed’. The man laughed: ‘Dorsia, I assume?’ The other men laughing too, for they knew no secretary could afford it. You retorted: ‘Oh, darling, we’re going somewhere far cooler than Dorsia’, as you finally pressed the elevator button and gracefully put on your coat. ‘Oh yeah’?, the man inquired, ‘let me come along then’, the others nodding smugly. You smirked too and shook your head: ‘Sorry boys’, as you stepped into the elevator, Jean following you closely behind, ‘girls club only’, as the doors closed. Patrick smirked to himself. Yes, next time he sees you, which he was sure he would, he was going to find out who you are. You were drop dead gorgeous and elegant. He had to have you in his collection.

The second time you crossed paths was again in Jean’s office but early in the morning this time. Patrick noticed your silhouette appear and disappear behind the door. He strolled up to it and opened it without hesitation. You weren’t wearing heels, your bare feet quietly moving on the soft carpet. Your back was facing him which gave him a perfect opportunity to take a proper look at you. Your shiny hair was loose just like the last time, smoothly swaying with your movements. You were wearing an oversized light button up and a nice flowy silk skirt, that enhanced your legs and ass. Patrick liked it. Your high heels were sat near the table, waiting for you to put them on. Just as you turned around in a dance move, you gasped. ‘I didn’t see you there’, you let out quickly, taking off the earbuds and putting the walkman on the table. Patrick stepped into the office, as he took off his coat. You noticed how nice his body looked in the well-fitted shirt and pants. You stared at him for a second before shaking yourself awake. You will not make a fool out of yourself, you thought. Patrick noticed your gaze, but pretended like he didn’t. ‘Where’s Jean?’ he asked, as you leaned against the table. ‘Getting our morning coffee’, you replied, crossing your arms. ‘And what were you doing?’ he inquired, not taking his eyes off you. You smiled and questioned: ‘Oh please, Mr. Bateman, you were watching me for good 5 minutes’. Patrick raised his eyebrow: ‘I thought you haven’t noticed me’. You shrugged your shoulders and sent him a sly wink: ‘I haven’t’. His lips turned upwards involuntarily, but he quickly suppressed it. ‘What were you listening to?’ he asked. ‘Whitney Houston’, you replied. ‘Nice’, he nodded, his voice with no emotion whatsoever. ‘Thank you’, you said, as you looked him up and down. Patrick noticed you checking him out and put his coat down neatly on the chair nearby. ‘Why aren’t you wearing heels?’ he asked. You smiled: ‘I was dancing’. Patrick furrowed is eyebrows: ‘In the office’. ‘Yeah’, you replied slyly, ‘why, wanna join?’ He looked at you for a second before shaking his head. Then he stepped back and leaned against the wall, putting his hands in his pockets. ‘I don’t think I caught your name last time we met’, he said, looking at you directly. You put your arms behind you, supporting your weight: ‘It’s because I didn’t throw it, Mr. Bateman’, you retorted. You could’ve sworn you heard him chuckle under his breath. ‘Yeah, well’, he looked up at you, ‘my mistake’, he admitted. You raised your eyebrow and stared at him, waiting for him to speak. Just as he was about to ask, who you were, Jean stumbled in, as she had three cups of coffee in her hands, her bag and a coat in the other. ‘Sorry’, she cheerfully began, clearly saying that to you, but the words caught up in her throat as she noticed Patrick. ‘Um.. sorry’, she let out quietly, as she gave him his coffee and walked up to you, giving you yours. ‘Thank you, darling’, you blew her a kiss. She smiled, but her eyes were asking you why Patrick was here. You gave her an ‘oh’ look, remembering you didn’t know that either, and turned to the man. ‘What are you doing here, anyways?’ you asked him, taking a sip of your coffee. ‘What are you doing here?’ he repeated your question.

You leaned back on the table: ‘Catching up with my friend’, as you tilted your head, ‘and you?’ Patrick almost smiled: ‘I’m working here’, and then he pointed at you: ‘which I can’t say about you’. You guessed he was hinting that it was time for you to leave. Or maybe he was just curious why you weren’t on your work place. You laughed, the melodic sound being music to his ears, making Patrick mesmerized for a split second as he watched your genuine smile. ‘Trust me, Mr. Bateman’, you crossed your legs again, feeling his hungry eyes trail your body, ‘I’m doing just fine’. What he didn’t know was that your boss would come to work no sooner than 10 am if you were lucky. He was a typical yuppie, who was rather hungover each morning. You hated it, but you were being paid good, so you had to be patient and just wait if something better came your way. ‘Right’, Jean cleared her throat, ‘Patrick, do you need anything?’ He shook his head, his eyes not leaving yours. You enjoyed it. It made you feel special, to be looked at by him like that. Even though you felt blush creep on your cheeks, you didn’t mind. It was fun to see who wins.

‘Jesus, Y/n, will you stop?’ you heard Jean call out to you. ‘Stop what?’ you smiled mischievously. ‘You know what’, she said. You rolled your eyes playfully. You two were sitting in a cafe that was owned by one of your friends. You sat at your favorite spot, right next to the window that showed glorious streets of Manhattan. The lively music was playing, people were chatting. The place was full of good cozy energy and it made you and Jean feel relaxed and at home. ‘He murdered people!’ she cry-whispered. ‘Oh, yeah, yeah’, you took a sip out of your hot choc, ‘you still talking about the journal?’ She nodded and watched you intently, trying to tell you she’s serious. ‘Maybe he’s like an artist or something’, you suggested, a smile visible on your features. ‘No!’ Jean let out frustrated sigh. You saw different sides of her throughout your friendship, for you two were close. You saw her as your sister and you were sure she thought of you the same way. ‘Oh come on, you have to believe me’, she looked up at you, hope and desperation in her eyes. You leaned back in your chair and took a long look at her. ‘I believe you’, you finally said quietly, indicating that it was indeed true. ‘Really?’ she blinked with relief. ‘Yeah, well if I die, tell my parents I love them’, you joked as you took a big sip. ‘Jesus Christ, will you listen to me for a second?’ Jean rolled her eyes. You laughed: ‘I am!’ She gave you an accusing look. ‘Alright, alright’, you gave in, ‘I’ll be careful, promise’. She nodded but still let out: ‘Stay away from him, babe’. You raised your eyebrow. She looked you in the eyes: ‘He’s unstable and dangerous’. You put the cup down: ‘And still you work for him’. She chuckled: ‘Can’t do much about that’. You shook your head, but let Jean have her way. Now you wanted to meet Patrick Bateman more than ever.

‘Y/n!’ Patrick heard someone call out outside. He was listening to some music in his office. And then he heard a familiar voice reply: ‘Jean!’, making him listen in. He heard you laugh joyously. ‘Hiya, love’, you said, as you hugged your friend tightly. She whispered: ‘I don’t know if you’re here to check on me or him’. You pulled away and took a proper look at her: ‘Don’t worry, babe’, you winked, ‘no one can replace you’, you kissed her cheek, your lipgloss imprint being left on it, ‘especially not Patrick Bateman’. She laughed too and wiped your lipgloss off her face. You sat in the chair: ‘So, how’s your day?’ She shrugged her shoulders: ‘The usual’. You nodded and watched her carefully: ‘He wasn’t bugging you, was he?’ ‘Who?’ you heard a smooth voice behind you, as you saw Jean straighten her back. ‘No one’, she answered quickly and you craned your neck to take a look at the owner of the voice. You locked your eyes with Patrick. ‘Jean?’ he asked, slowly peeling his gaze off you and looking at her. ‘Yes, Patrick?’, she asked, trying to sound as casual as she could. ‘Would you be a sweetheart and bring me some water’. She nodded reluctantly: ‘You could’ve just called’, but seeing a stern look he gave her and, after one look at you, went out the door. You felt your breath hitch, as Patrick stepped into the office and came to sit on the edge of the table, next to you. If you reached out, you could’ve touched him. His hands that were in his pockets, now came to rest on his thighs. You lifted your gaze from them to his face, swallowing and trying to look as nonchalant as possible, but your mind kept going back to his long elegant fingers and very nice strong thighs. You sat in a chair casually, trying to look relaxed.

‘Y/n’, Patrick said finally, both of you looking into each other’s eyes once again. You blushed upon hearing him say your name. Much to your disappointment, you enjoyed the sound of it and the way it rolled off his tongue. ‘Yeah?’ you asked quietly. ‘Pretty name’, he complimented. Your cheeks flushed deeper but nodded: ‘Thank you, Mr. Bateman’. He scoffed: ‘Please, Y/n, it’s not Mr. Bateman for you anymore’. You raised your eyebrow. He gave you a small smile: ‘To you it’s just Patrick’, and extended his hand. You looked him up and down, smiling: ‘And I should feel honored, I assume?’ He rolled his eyes and almost nodded. You let out a breath: ‘Alright, Patrick’. He could’ve sworn his stomach did a flip upon hearing you call him by his name. You took his hand and he noticed how warm it was. Your eyes were shining brightly, a friendly genuine smile playing on your lips. The sunlight from the windows glowed on your face, making you look divine. You two felt a jolt of electricity run through your bodies, when your skin touched. You withdrew your hand a bit quicker when Patrick would’ve preferred but he let that slide. There will be enough time to touch you.

‘She’s amazing, you know’, you said, as you looked up at him. Patrick furrowed his eyebrows. You laughed at his confusion: ‘Jean, I mean’. You shook your head: ‘You have no idea how lucky you are to have her’. He nodded reluctantly, still not sure why you had brought that up. Just as he was about to ask you something, Jean walked in with a bottle of mineral water. She looked between you two and gave you a look. ‘Oh!’ you jumped up, now being way too close to Patrick. He inhaled your scent again and noted that he missed it for some reason. ‘Gotta go’, you went to the door and waved your hand, as Patrick stood up and followed you. You turned around and winked: ‘Business calls’. Jean nodded, as you blew her a kiss: ‘Bye, Jeanie, see ya!’ She smiled: ‘See you’. As you and Patrick stepped out of her office, you stopped for a split second and looked at him: ‘It was a pleasure to see you again, Patrick’. He nodded and smiled mischievously: ‘The pleasure’s all mine, Y/n’. You blushed, turning around, and strolled to the elevators, feeling his gaze watch your every move.

When the day was over, you and Jean were just outside the building getting the taxi. ‘Y/n! Jean!’ you heard one of the girls nearby call you. You two turned around. Other secretaries were standing along with the men and chatting about something. You and Jean looked at each other, a silent question in both of your minds. The girl waved: ‘Come with us to the club!’ You smiled but shook your head. The other girl walked up to you and took you under your arm: ‘Come on, babe, it’ll be fun’. You looked at Jean and she gave you a shake. You looked back at the girl: ‘Sorry, can’t’, you pulled away from her grasp, ‘trying to save up money, you see’. The other girl smirked: ‘Oh, don’t worry about that’, she said, her eyes twinkling, ‘the boys treat’. You blinked. Why on earth would they do that? The girl noticed your expression: ‘Someone decided to have a party and then everything went downhill from that’, she laughed. You smiled and leaned into Jean, hugging her shoulders and whispering in her ear: ‘Free drinks, huh?’ You looked at each other, as you asked: ‘What do you say?’ She gave you a small smile: ‘I’d rather we have drinks at home’. You rolled your eyes and kissed her cheek: ‘Babe, I promise, I’ll make it up to you’. Her smile grew wider, as you said: ‘This weekend girls night, deal?’ Jean hit your shoulder, but still let out: ‘Alright, but we’ll be careful’. You laughed triumphantly: ‘Always, Jeanie’.

Patrick was sitting at the lounge along with other men. They were surrounded by some models and actresses. He lifted his face from the drink, once he heard one of his friends: ‘Ay, ain’t that Y/n and Jean?’ The others looked up too and waved their hands for you to come. You noticed the boys and stopped. Patrick saw you two hesitate, so he sent you a warm smile. He didn’t expect you to be here, but somehow he was glad that you were. Probably because you could save him from this utter boredom. You and Jean looked at each other for a split second and then you dragged her to the boys. ‘Good evening, gentlemen’, you said, as the men greeted you, and pointed to the couch: ‘Seats taken?’ They shook their heads, models scooping over to give you more space. You noticed that Patrick haven’t taken his eyes off you, which made you blush. Once seated, someone gave you drinks and you took them gracefully, giving a small ‘thank you’ nod. ‘So’, you asked, ‘what’s the occasion?’, as you looked around. Craig laughed: ‘No need to have a reason to get drunk’. ‘Oh’, you relaxed on the couch and elegantly crossed your legs. Tim smirked: ‘Every day is the occasion to celebrate life’. You laughed: ‘Getting drunk as celebration?’ Patrick noticed how nice you looked and regretted that it wasn’t him making you laugh. You patted Jean’s hand and said to her: ‘They clearly don’t know anything about real fun’. The boys looked between each other.

‘And what’s your version of fun?’, one of them asked. ‘It would be quite dreadful, if I told you’, you replied. ‘Oh come on, Y/n’, Tim leaned forward, ‘spill it’. You sighed and rolled your eyes. ‘You and I have very different ideas of fun’, you said as you accepted the cigarette. ‘You smoke?’ a model on your right asked you. You turned to her, as you exhaled the smoke slowly: ‘No, princess, not really’. The boys raised their eyebrows upon hearing you use that pet name. You noticed their looks and winked: ‘Fuck off’. You all sat in silence for a minute before one of the models asked you: ‘Why don’t you have a boyfriend?’, looking between you and Jean. ‘It’s New York, darling’, you replied, as you exhaled smoke doing Irish waterfall. ‘So many opportunities’, you continued, holding the cig between your fingers, your arms folded. Patrick caught the double meaning behind it. He wondered what could it be. You held the eye contact, making the model visibly uncomfortable. She probably wasn’t used to being looked at like that by someone like you. Your eyes trailed her body shamelessly. You narrowed your eyes: ‘Why don’t you have a boyfriend, sugar?’, you asked innocently, letting the smoke out slowly, making men mesmerized by your lips. Patrick watched you flirt with the model, his mind racing. He was trying to figure you out, but failed to understand you. The model took a sip out of her drink: ‘I’m waiting for the right one’, as she smiled brightly, clearly the girl had said that too many times before. Men let out a smug laughter. You ignored them, your eyes still glued to her face. You sipped your expensive drink as well, savoring the bitter taste, that went straight into your chest, warming your body and awakening pleasant sensations. You laughed a little: ‘Yeah?’, she nodded her pretty head. ‘You mean a rich one?’, you inquired casually, as you took another drag. She looked at you confused and tried to defend herself, but you shook your head, dismissing her: ‘No need, darling’, you exhaled smoke again, ‘nothing wrong with wanting to be wealthy’. Her face flushed and she looked down at her feet. You smiled warmly and took her hand in yours: ‘I’m sorry’, you said softly, as she looked up, ‘I didn’t mean to offend you’. She shook her head and gave you a huge smile, as if saying ‘it’s okay’. You leaned back and said, still looking at her: ‘Just be careful, princess’. You looked around and noticed everyone watching you with their mouths hanging open. You smirked. ‘New York if full of weirdos’, you sighed, as if disappointed. The boys chuckled. You locked your eyes with Patrick, exhaling the smoke slowly through your mouth and inhaling through your nose carefully, making Patrick’s eyes trace your face intently, his body tense. Still looking into his icy eyes, you said to the model and to everyone else: ‘The next thing you know, you’re being murdered in a pristine apartment by an attractive Wall Street wolf’. Jean gasped and shoved your shoulder. Patrick froze and gripped the glass harsher. He noticed you watching him and then immediately loosened his grip, giving you a relaxed smile. You smiled back, hiding your face behind your drink. Jean was right.

Part 2 Part 3

My other Patrick Bateman fics:

Dead serious

Fireworks

Partners in crime part 1

Partners in crime part 2

Caught

Pairing: Severus Snape x reader

Requested by @lxoxtxti 

Summary: The twins catch you and Severus in an intimate moment…

No explicit smut, but somewhat suggestive

Keep reading

KILL4ME

Pairings: Johnny Depp x Reader (and kind of x female!OC but that’s not the main focus of anything) 

Summary: You’re a new actress trying to get your start. You end up getting your first role cast in a music video for Marilyn Manson’s “KILL4ME” music video but it turns out to be much more than you expected. 

Warnings: SMUT (male x female, female x female) 

A/N: 1) I made the reader straight with no prior female x female experiences. I don’t know why if I’m being honest but that’s how it is so please don’t come at me for it. 2) This is NOT how the film industry should work. If you’re trying to get into the industry, please stay safe, be responsible, and recognize red flags. Typically, randomly popping up pornographic requests is NOT professional or safe. This is just a fantasy I had while watching the music video and was written this way strictly for entertainment purposes. 

Word Count: 5696

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This project requires nudity and sexual scenes. If you are not comfortable, do not apply. 

The warning had been clear as day and yet, here you were, sitting in your car at the old mansion that was the filming site, nerves going off the charts and feeling less than comfortable with the imminent nudity and sexual scenes. You were an actor, you reminded yourself. This was the only job you’d landed since arriving in Los Angeles and, despite your promises to yourself and your family that you wouldn’t resort to full nudity for a project, there were bills that needed paying and your waitressing job wasn’t cutting it. 

Besides, shouldn’t you be thrilled? This wasn’t just any music video you’d landed a role in but a music video for Marilyn Manson! He was a goth rock legend and you couldn’t hide your excitement when you’d found out who you’d been booked to work for.

But still, the nudity and sexuality made you uneasy. There hadn’t been a script or anything. Your only instructions were to come looking your best and with an open, ready to work mindset. So here you were, physically feeling like a million bucks but butterflies going crazy within. 

Inhaling a deep, calming breath, you opened the door to your barely working 2008 Honda Civic, feeling even more self-conscious when you saw the other cars that were parked outside of the massive mansion were all beautiful and sleek, most of them black and very expensive looking. 

Crew members stirred around outside, entering and exiting the house with lights and props and sound equipment, everything needed for the production. You walked through the large black door that led into the beautiful white mansion, opening into an equally fantastic interior. You audibly gasped, “This is beautiful…” 

“Y/N?” A woman’s voice questioned from beside you and you spun quickly to face her, snapping out of your amazed daze. 

“Yes.” You answered hastily. 

She checked the clipboard in her hand, “Great, you’re right on time. Come right this way, we’re gonna get you into hair and makeup.” You were about to reply when she’d taken off down the hall without giving you a moment to speak so you followed, avoiding the moving equipment around you. 

Before you knew it, you’d been whisked away into a small room that was full of makeup, hair styling tools, and costumes. Nobody told you what they were doing as they pulled your hair straight and did up your makeup, surprisingly simpler than you’d expected with just light eyeshadow and moderate eyeliner. 

“Alrighty, now I’m gonna have you undress and put on that robe over there.” The man in charge of costumes directed. 

Your brows furrowed, “How undressed?” 

“All the way, sweetie. No panties, no bra. It’s all gotta go.” He must have seen the uneasy look on your face because he gave you an unsympathetic shrug, “You signed up for a nude project, hun. Welcome to Hollywood.” 

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“Y/N is here. I believe that’s it, Mr. Manson.” The same woman as earlier announced as you entered the room you were supposed to be briefed in. It took everything in your power to remain professional when you saw Marilyn Manson standing there, talking casually with another girl who you assumed to be a co-star.

Like you, his makeup was already done up and he was in full costume. His face was painted pale white with a black loop drawn across one half and his other half blank except for the unnaturally blue contact and dark panda-like eyeliner.  His lips were stained bright red and you almost felt like you were looking at a picture of him online. 

“Thank you, Yolanda.” None other than The Marilyn Manson (and yes, “The” was now an official part of his name in your mind) thanked the woman who you assumed to be an assistant. “Come on in, Y/N.” He beckoned you into the room and you tried to front your most professional, most confident face but the way you held your robe tight to your body gave you away. 

“It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Manson.” You came up, reaching to shake his hand, “It’s a real honor to get to work with you.” Kiss ass, you muttered to yourself. 

Instead of shaking your hand, he simply waved his hand in the air, “Ah, the pleasantries. I hope it will be a pleasure to work with you as well.” 

You retracted your extended hand awkwardly, unsure of whether or not that was a blow off or him just being mysterious and cool, and scuttled to stand with the other girl. She was beautiful and blonde, tall and thin. Model-esque. You felt insecure next to her, especially in front of someone as influential as Manson. You were just you, an inexperienced actress-to-be, on her first professional job with a bunch of people who definitely knew their way around a camera. 

“Alright, so I know you came here with minimal details,” Marilyn began, a weirdly neutral look on his very painted face, his tone flat and low. It was hard to read him with his contacts in. “Hopefully, that’s a good sign this will work well. You’re both willing to take risks. You’re flexible. Well, I’m here to give you the details. As you know, there is nudity and sex required for this video. It will be between you two,” You stiffened up awkwardly as he gestured all too casually between the two of you, “And my old friend here.” 

On cue, none other than Johnny Depp walked into the room. Your jaw visibly hit the floor. There is no fucking way. “Hello.” He greeted with a smile, the same smile that you’d seen millions of times in his movies that you’d binged every so often. 

Were you the only one feeling so shocked? Why the hell was the actress next to you so calm? Why was Johnny so calm? You were about pretend to fuck Johnny fucking Depp! 

Johnny stepped forward to shake your hand, “I’m Johnny, nice to meet you,” He introduced politely. 

Starstruck, you took his hand, “Y/N. It’s nice to meet you as well.” Then he leaned down and kissed your hand, actually kissed your hand like a fucking gentleman, eyes never leaving yours. God, the way he looked up at you through his strands of middle parted 90’s hair… it was enough to make your breath catch. 

Slowly, almost reluctantly, he moved from you to the girl next to you, “I’m Marie.” She responded to his introduction politely. He brought her hand to his lips as well but, maybe you were crazy - just imagining some fantasy, but it felt detached and fast when he did it to her. 

“Great, well now that we all know each other,” Marilyn interjected as Johnny moved back to stand by his friend, “I’ll continue. I’ve already shot my parts so I’ll be here to direct you if needed but I want this as natural as possible. Aside from a few artistic shots, I need this to be raw, primal, and absolutely fucking filthy.” 

You and Marie listened on in intent silence, soaking in his every word. But you found it hard to focus when, out of the corner of your eye, you saw Johnny eyeing you. No, no, it couldn’t be. He was probably just zoned out behind you. 

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A few hours later, all of the artistic shots had been done. There were shots of you pulling up thigh high stockings that clipped onto the garter belts hanging from your nearly sheer black underwear and having a leather corset tightened tightly on your back, cinching your waist smaller than you’d ever seen it. You had put on massively high heels and large, luxurious costume jewelry. 

Even though the outfit could be seen as objectifying, you’d never felt more confident or powerful in your life. After your last shot of just your nearly bare thighs, you were dismissed momentarily so Marie could film her sections. 

You walked over to your bag and took out a water bottle, not realizing how much this took out of you, running the same seemingly simple shots over and over again under blaring lights. “How long have you been acting?” 

Oh God. It was him. 

You turned to see Johnny standing next to you, very close, much closer than was considered polite distance but not so close that you felt suffocated. He looked gorgeous, hair hanging perfect from his beautiful tan skin. Earrings hung from his lobes, dangling just slightly. His white button up shirt was only buttoned half way, showing off his smooth, toned chest that barely showed any signs of his older age (not that he was ancient but he was definitely on your list of celebrities over 45 that you would let rail you). But the cherry on top was the eyeliner. The fucking eyeliner. It took you back to so many of his characters that you’d fallen in love with but with the white shirt and earrings, you were getting almost a refined Jack Sparrow crossed with Sweeney Todd feeling and God you’d never been so turned on by a pirate/ serial killer. 

“You okay?” He asked, and you blinked rapidly, totally horrified that you’d been staring. 

“Oh! Sorry! Um, this is my first real shoot, actually. You know how Hollywood is…” You chuckled awkwardly, reaching your hand around to rub your neck. Of course, he knew how Hollywood was, stupid! You cursed yourself, hoping you didn’t sound as dumb as you felt. 

He leaned a hand up against the wall, “Yeah, I know how that is. But don’t worry, this is a great place to start.” He reassured, looking away at the set oh so casually. Your eyes trailed up his arm that had planted itself just beside you on the wall. Was he really doing what you thought he was doing? 

No! He was Johnny Depp. He could have whichever woman he wanted at the bat of an eyelash. Why would he want you? 

“Y/N! We’re ready for your scene with Marie!” The director called to you from behind the camera and you perked up. 

“I better go.” You nodded over to the set, walking away awkwardly, almost scared that you be perceived as rude for having to do your job. 

He chuckled and waved you on. This made you blush bright red and turn to run off to set. 

You found yourself directed to a bed, “All right,” The director began, Marilyn standing directly next to him, hand on his chin as he watched his vision be brought to life, “Now, first, we’re going to get shots of you making out. I need it hot, I need it passionate. I don’t care if you’ve never kissed a girl before, make it look like you have. Next, we’re going to do totally nude shots of you grinding.” 

Your eyelids fluttered slightly in shock at what he said. Okay, you could do that, you hyped yourself up. 

Before you knew it, you were lying on the bed, Marie on top of you. Her soft lips were against yours and her nails raked gently down your throat, sending shocks down your body. Even though you were acting, it was hard to separate the feelings that arose, regardless of your sexuality. It had been a long time since anyone had touched you like this. Your hands tangled in her hair and your eyes were screwed shut.

“Cut!” The director yelled and Marie immediately pulled back, snapping out of character and back into her over-professional attitude. You, on the other hand, needed a brief moment to pull out of character. After just a second, you pushed yourself up onto your elbows, Marie still straddling you. Your breasts filled the tight push up bra you wore but you felt surprisingly comfortable in it, even around all these people. That was, until you glanced over to see Johnny standing beside Marilyn, at first looking at a monitor and reviewing footage, but then over at you, his gaze stuck on your accentuated chest. 

Your face flushed red as you quickly looked away, not seeing the amused smirk that graced his face. Little did you know, he was very aware of what he was doing and very pleased with your reaction.  

“That was perfect. Now we’re gonna move onto the sex scenes.” He waved you and Marie over and you obeyed once she climbed off your torso.

Marilyn and Johnny too came over, completing the small group. Marilyn spoke, “Now you knew there was sex and nudity and I’m very pleased with how this is turning out,” He paused, giving you both a very serious look, “But now, I’m going to ask something of you that you probably aren’t comfortable with. Usually with sex scenes, there’s fabric in place to hide cocks and shit but I don’t want any of that. It distracts actors from the scene and there’s always the issue of whether or not you see it. I want raw, I want primal, I want absolutely fucking filthy.” 

He was quiet for a moment, waiting for you and Marie to piece together his request, but filling in the rest when he saw both of your professional exteriors crack in confusion, “I want you to all actually fuck. Only if you’re comfortable with it but if you’re not you’ll be paid for the work you’ve done and we’ll find someone to replace you.” 

You nearly choked, “Like… porn? You want this to be porn?” Johnny chuckled to himself, seeing your embarrassed, nervous reaction. You were so cute. 

He looked pensive for just a moment  before nodding, “Yeah, I suppose so.” He answered bluntly, “Like I said, only if you’re comfortable with it but, if not, you’ll be fired for the rest of the video.” 

Oh God, were you really about to agree to porn? Like actual fucking porn? Three way porn at that! But three porn with Johnny Depp…. It was the one thing you told yourself you wouldn’t do. But then again, your rent was due in two weeks and you were $300 short. “I’m in.” You answered, almost regretting it immediately. 

“Me too.” Marie agreed, long arms crossed across her chest. 

“Good. Now let’s get to it.” 

** 

The lesbian sex scene had gone by relatively hitch free, save for a few awkward placement issues. Marie, being straight as an arrow, had no clue what she was doing, and you too were inexperienced in the department but with a little direction, the scene was finished. 

She knelt on her knees, holding your naked hips up and grinding your bare core against her own. Your eyes were closed, trying to remember every previous sexual encounter and porno you’d seen to try and make the sexiest faces and the sexiest form.

Johnny couldn’t take his eyes off you as you writhed on the bed, completely naked and grinding up against another beautiful woman. Everything about you looked so authentic but innocent but dirty. He found himself craving you in the most unprofessional ways as he watched your breasts bounce with every roll of your hips. 

When the scene was over, you nearly jumped off the bed and rushed for your robe. You were embarrassingly wet right now, the eye contact you’d made with Johnny while having your clit rubbed was just absolutely intoxicating and you were just thankful that you were able to control yourself enough to not get your juices all over Marie. 

As they changed the scene around, you stood beside Johnny and Marilyn. “Method actor?” He asked. 

You cocked an eyebrow, “What do you mean?” 

“You looked pretty into the scene up there. Wonder what you were thinking about…” He continued. Your heart was in your throat. His tone was dark and sultry and implied exactly what he thought you were thinking about and boy was he correct. “As a method actor myself, I completely understand your… position.” 

Johnny looked down at you, his dark eyes unyielding as he dove into your very soul and could see you every fantasy. 

“Okay! Everyone on set!” 

** 

Ignore the cameras, you screamed at yourself. You’re not doing porn, you’re just having a threesome with Johnny Depp and some girl named Marie. Yeah, that was a convincing story to tell yourself. Just relax in this totally normal situation. Pfft, as if. 

But you were an actress. Then something occurred to you, the ghost of a voice spoke to you. It was actually words spoken by Johnny in an old interview you’d seen him do, words that had stuck with you as a foundation in your training: “The most important thing that an actor needs to do is not to act, but to react. That’s what it is all about, and you do one of the most difficult things in the world, which is to just be–to be in the state of being.”

Just relax. React to the scene. Be in the scene. Hell, this wasn’t even a scene anymore. This was a secret fantasy you’d never known you’d had coming to life. There wasn’t even any acting involved. So just be. 

“Action!” 

Immediately in character, you caressed Marie sexually, hands running along her sides as you nipped along her neck. Now that you were the dominant character, her scantily clad body was putty in your hands. Your teeth raked along her skin and you felt her shudder beneath your touch, brushing her long blonde hair over her shoulder. 

Then a quiet metallic sound drew your attention. You and Marie both looked over towards the ornate door to see Johnny standing there, looking in through the gold grated peephole. 

Marie looked at you, her eyes full of question. Should you let him in? Honestly, you weren’t sure if your characters knew who he was. No! Stop, you’re not playing a character now. You’re you. You are the character. 

You chewed your lip seductively and walked over, legs crossing and hips rocking as your heels clicked on the hardwood floor. You reached down, perfectly manicured fingers gripping the handle delicately and unlocked the door. Before he could even get ahold of his surroundings, you had him by the collar and pulled him in. He could play all the sexy flirty games he wanted, but right now, you were in control and you were going to make him want you more than anything, even if it all was just for the camera. 

His hands found your hips immediately as he attempted to steady himself but, gosh, all he wanted to do was take you here and now, preferably without Marie or the cameras, but he figured that if that’s what it took to fuck you, he was more than willing to compromise. 

You pulled him in, your lips finally crashing against his. At first, he was hesitant but only for half a second, before he returned the kiss with even more fervor than you’d gone in with. Marie came up on his side and nibbled his ear, hands roaming up and down his chest between your very close bodies. 

Johnny pulled back from this kiss and twisted just enough to snake an arm around Marie’s thin body and led her to face you. Then his hands came to firmly hold the back of each of your necks and forced your faces together, pressing you and the other woman to kiss. You both complied obediently, a strange mix of submissively and dominantly, like you were submitting to him but then fighting between the two of you. 

Her lips moved graciously against yours, smooth and soft. It was so much more different than kissing a man. This felt delicate still despite the absolute filth that was ensuing. Her hand shot out to hold you by the jaw and pulled you in roughly, Johnny’s hand almost not needing to do anything. 

He watched in amazement as the two of you obeyed his every physical command, the way you both looked so lost in each other. He knew you were straight just by interacting with you earlier but you could have had him fooled now. 

This wasn’t the first time he’d been in threeway with two other girls but this was definitely the hottest one. Before, it was all just to see if he could pull it off and then just to have the novelty of having girls bend to his will but this was different. You were different. He couldn’t really explain it but he was completely enamored by you. An air of innocence surrounded you from the moment he set eyes on your otherworldly beauty but the saw in your eyes a fire that burned with the ability to be more than that. He was determined to see just how hot that fire burned. 

He pulled you and Marie apart before bringing her to kiss him. While he did, his free hand absentmindedly groped your chest, your breasts spilling from the top of your push up bra. A twinge of jealousy went through you as you watched them kiss, although you knew how irrational it was. They were actors. You were too. There was nothing personal about this. But, for some unexplainable, unprofessional reason, there was for you. 

You slinked behind the older man like a cat and ran your fingertips ever so gently across his closed shoulders and down his biceps. They trailed down his sides as his body moved from the intense makeout session with Marie before coming around to tease over his growing bulge. In his black well fitting pants. 

His body tensed ever so slightly, barely noticeable except to you two, when your hand made contact with his erection. You smirked to yourself, a dark, sexy smile, the kind of smile you’d expect to see in a twisted Tim Burton film. You were finally the mysterious gothic beauty you’d always imagined yourself as in all of his stories. 

With swift fingerwork and a quick, almost too skilled, flick of your wrist, you had Johnny’s belt whipped off him and held firmly in your hands. He pulled Marie off of him and shoved her roughly onto the bed, undoing the buttons of his shirt as you walked in circles around him, trailing your gaze up and down his perfect body and dragging the leather of his belt on his torso and thighs as you did so. 

The way you looked at him, like a lioness about to devour her prey, made Johnny feel like he was on fire. You seemed so in control and confident and you had a way of touching him, as if you knew exactly what made him tick. It was intoxicating. 

His shirt was unbuttoned in a matter of seconds and without warning, he had you pressed back against the mattress as well. He crawled over your body, rolling his hips just right against your clothed core. A small, quiet whisper of a moan escaped your lips at the sudden, well placed contact. 

Your hands tangled into his hair as you pulled him down to you, forcing his head into your neck. He kissed and sucked and nipped and licked just right, like he had a map to your body. You were embarrassingly wet from just kissing and you secretly prayed that nobody noticed but you were too lost in the moment to do anything about it. 

Your leg wrapped around his waist and pulled him into you again. “Fuck…” His voice was a raspy, low whisper, said just loud enough for you three to hear. 

Johnny kissed down your neck and across your breasts, moving over to Marie’s chest, which he dove into with full force. She squirmed and moaned beside you as he assaulted her perfect breasts. You rolled over as far as you could and caught her lips in yours, swallowing her moans. 

That was, until Johnny’s hand trailed down to rub your core. You gasped into Marie’s full lips and rolled your hips into his hand, begging for more. Suddenly, he sat back onto his heels and grabbed your hips roughly, flipping you over onto all fours like he’d done it a million times before. “Ah!” You squealed slightly at the sudden action. 

He climbed off the bed and knelt just behind you, palms rubbing over your ass and admiring every inch of you. Marie adjusted to sit just in front of you, legs spread to reveal her bare vagina before you. You weren’t sure when she’d lost her underwear but low and behold here you were face to face with all she had to bear. You’d never eaten a girl out before but you’d seen enough porn and fooled around with yourself enough to know what might work as a good start. 

Cautiously, you started a few kitten licks to her clit, noticing every flinch or shudder that left her lips. Just as you began to get the hang of it, there was a loud rip as you felt the fabric of your panties be literally torn from your body. You gasped loudly, looking back behind you to see Johnny with his tongue between his teeth, admiring your body. 

Johnny ran his surprisingly soft hands up and down your ass before dragging his fingertips through your already dripping folds. You moaned against Marie’s clit, her hands pulling on your hair, as his fingers circled your clit. You pressed your hips back against him, begging for more, and he was more than happy to oblige. 

Before you knew it, the three of you were a tangle of limbs. At all times, you were being touched by someone, whether it was groping your chest, your ass, or your pussy, but it was always a game trying to figure out who it was. The heat was becoming unbearable and you were grateful for the lack of clothing. Your body was slicked in sweat, both yours and Johnny’s mostly. 

He’d taken a clear preference to you and you almost felt bad for Marie but you didn’t feel too bad, seeing as how your lifelong fantasies were coming true. When someone was touching you, it was almost always Johnny, although he didn’t let his bias completely ruin the shot. He was a professional after all. 

Soon, after at least ten minutes of blind fingering and hand jobs, you found yourself straddling Johnny as he lied naked on the bed. This was it, the moment you actually had sex with Johnny Depp. He held his large erection in one hand, guiding it to your entrance and then moved his hands to grip your hips tightly, lowering you down onto this length. 

“Oh my… fuck-” You hissed out, throwing your head back as you adjusted to him. You’d never felt so full before, so complete. Without even moving, he made you feel absolutely incredible. 

He chuckled sexily below you, loving your reaction. This whole scene had been a game with you, fighting for who was seducing who, who was in charge, but here he was finally proving it was him. 

You steadied yourself on his chest, soft hands splayed out against his surprisingly taught, tattooed skin. To look at him like this, you never would have guessed how much older he was than you. He could pass for a very handsome man in his thirties easily. 

You swiveled your hips experimentally and clenched your walls around his cock. Johnny sucked in a sharp breath as his fingertips dug harshly into your skin, sure to leave little bruises in their place. You looked down and locked eye contact with him through your long eyelashes, your hair disheveled and hanging in your face sexily, as you squeezed your muscles around him yet again and moved your hips. 

“Fucking hell.” He groaned out beautifully, short nails digging crescents into your skin. His grip moved to cup your ass cheeks from below, grabbing them firmly and moving you up and down until you found a pace that worked for both of you. 

Marie lied on the bed beside Johnny, one leg strewn across his chest and the other behind your bouncing body, as she toyed with her clit with one hand and fingered herself with the other. 

You reached down to play with her breasts, pinching and rolling her nipples between your soft fingertips but the action was half hearted at best. All you could focus on was how Johnny felt inside you, hitting all the right spots. How you had him at your will just as much as you were at his. His hair was strewn around his face on the pillows like a damn god, his eyeliner smeared every so slightly from the sweat. His eyes screwed shut every now and then but otherwise, he looked at you like no other man had ever looked at you before. 

He reached between your bodies and found your clit, rubbing it in small, tight circles. Your walls began to clench uncontrollably as you felt your orgasm nearing. Your back arched as you leaned back, moving your hands to rest on his thighs as you rose and fell on his length. Marie leaned down, attaching her lips to your perked nipples and biting one gently, licking over the skin to soothe it before doing it again. 

Johnny reached down to finger her roughly as she ravaged your breasts. You continued to bounce, the new angle hitting that perfect spot inside you. “I’m gonna-” Marie whined out, her voice high and seductive. 

You nodded quickly, eyes screwed shut, “Me too!” You exclaimed, trying with all your might to stave off your orgasm for as long as possible but the pleasure was just building up too much. 

“Cum for me.” Johnny demanded from both of you and that was all it took for you to crash over the edge. Hot flashes stroke across your body in electric waves as your body failed to keep moving. He continued to lift your body for you, helping you ride out your high but his fingers dug tightly into your skin when your walls spasmed uncontrollably around him. 

“Fuck!” Marie whined out, her legs shaking against Johnny’s body as she came. 

You reluctantly rolled off Johnny’s body when you felt him lift you off and rested off to the side, breathing heavily while you recovered. He got up onto his knees next to you and stroked himself quickly, aggressively, using your slick to glide his hand across his erection, before painting Marie’s body in white ribbons. 

“And cut!” The director’s voice yelled out, harshly returning you from your daydream. Your eyes suddenly snapped as wide as a deer caught in headlights as the studio lights flicked on around you and the crew was visible again. The reality of everything came crashing down on you. Shit, that wasn’t some secret fantasy in your head. That was a pornographic threesome with Johnny Depp and some woman named Marie! 

You glanced over to the more experienced actress and breathed out a sigh of relief to see her looking the same way you did, completely shocked and a little disappointed at what you’d agreed to, but too pleased and amazed at what you’d just done to care too much before. 

Johnny, on the other hand, looked like he was already recovering with a cool exterior. He’d already begun climbing off the bed to get his clothes back on, leaving you and Marie alone on the bed to register what had happened. 

“Fuck me, that was hot.” Marilyn stepped onto the set, completely comfortable and practically ignoring the fact that he’d just watched his best friend fuck two women. You blushed a bright red. Great, you forgot that Marilyn Manson now would have the image of you fucking in his memories for forever. Not exactly the impression you typically went for in Hollywood… Or was it? 

The director watched over the footage, “They looked like they were enjoying themselves a little too much.” He snorted, pointing out something on the screen to Marilyn and you just prayed that it wasn’t a funny face you made in the heat of the moment. 

Marilyn waved him off, “No such thing as too much fun with sex, Paul.”  

Even though the crew were all doing their various jobs, you were convinced that every eye was on you. WIth a beet red face, you slinked out of the bed, hands covering your breasts and keeping your thighs as close together as you could, trying to shield your nudity from the room. It wasn’t that you were ashamed of your body, it was just the feeling of being so exposed to a room full of strangers that made the blood rush to your face. 

You rushed around, trying to pick up whatever small scrap of clothing you could identify as yours. On the ground, beside the bed, was a crumpled heap of thin stringy black fabric. Your underwear! “Thank God!” You murmured to yourself, bending down to pick it up, only to have it fall in two, rendered unwearable. 

Your face dropped when you saw it and sighed, starting to become more comfortable in your naked skin but more so because you had no other choice at the moment. Could you even request clothing from the crew? Where did your actual clothes end up? Why did you even think that was a ridiculous request to want your clothes back? 

Just as you dropped the shredded underwear, ready to find a crew member and get your clothes back, you heard Johnny chuckle, low and sexy behind you, “You’re a great method actor,” He complimented with a wink and slight smirk, knowing damn well what he meant, the nonchalance of his entire being making you dumbfounded, “Perhaps, we could do this again under less professional circumstances.” 

And with the invitation, said in the most casual way - as if inviting you for coffee, he pushed the last button through the loop of his pristine white button up, and walked to find his best friend, leaving you standing on set, naked, clutching the underwear he’d literally ripped from your body just minutes earlier, eyes on his majestic figure and trying to comprehend what the fuck just happened.