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omg-im-such-a-masochist · 3 years

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A WISE ADVICE

Prompt: When Finn flirts with Sasha Banks on Monday Night Raw,his return home to his girlfriend Y/N ends up with him meeting a side to her he didn’t knew existed,a broken bed and a nosy demon king!

Word count: I write most of my stuff in my phone so I don’t know,but long-ish

Pairing: Finn x Reader x Bálor

Warnings:+18 smut,cursing,wax play,bondage(limbs restriction),slight female degradation,jealousy and some broken furniture!Hahahaha

Notes: Ok,so this is my first Finn Bálor fanfic(be nice please?And give me some feedback if you’d like)as I always say,english isn’t my first language,so sorry for misspellings,you can always find my latest story as a fixed post on my page and you can find all of my stories typing “masochist writes” on the search bar on my page and last but certainly not least the only excuse I have for writing this is that I love the man and I love kinky shit,so enjoy 😏

My grandfather was a wise man.I loved the funny stories he used to tell me and my brother when we were younger.Stories about his old loverboy days,and how he would always get in trouble for flirting with the girls of his neighborhood! And one thing my grandpa always used to say to my brother was: “Son,the thing you must fear the most in your life it’s the fury of a woman!Don’t fear the thief,don’t fear death,but do fear the fury of a raging woman!Even more if you were the one who incited such rage!”And he laughed while he finished his cigar.

I never understood why he said that to my brother..until now!

I was sitting on my bed,just trying to process what my eyes had witnessed.My mind was racing,my blood boiling and I knew that if looks could kill he would be dead already (even through the damn TV).

I had not just seen MY boyfriend,just SHAMELESSLY flirt with Sasha Banks! And don’t even try to say “oh please,don’t be so dramatic! It’s scripted you know?!” ‘Cuz I ain’t buying that shit! We’ve been together for 4 years now and trust me honey,if anyone knows THAT look that someone is me.You know why?Because he gives me the SAME ONE FOR PRECISELY 4 YEARS NOW!

The fucker had the audacity! I’m so furious I could just strangle him to death with my bare hands,and yes,through the damn TV. But if he thinks I’m gonna let this slip through he has another thing coming...And when he receive his punishment for being such a naughty little boy,he’s gonna wish somebody would have warned him about the deadly fury of a woman.

As soon as I finished hiding my last item,I heard the front door open *let the games begin* I devilishly thought to myself.

“Y/N? Love are ya upstairs?” That voice,the voice of the traitor,just served to make me even more angry!But if I wanted this to work out as I planned I had to play it cool.So I just pushed the anger down my throat and put it a beautiful sheepishly smile upon my lips and answered “Yes love,I’m in the bedroom.” *this is going to be fun* I thought to myself.

A few seconds later I heard the bedroom door open “Oh there ya are! I thought ya were going to be downstairs,waiting for me like ya always do” He said. I slowly turned to face him and said as innocently as I could “Yeah I was but, I thought you would have another thing in mind so I figured it would be better if I just waited here for you instead.” As I proceeded to bat my lashes and strip my clothes off in front of him.

“Oh love”He licked his lips slowly “Ya have no idea what you’ve had just started!”

“Oh Sir,I think I do..the real question is” I closed the distance between us and slowly pushed him down onto the bed “Are YOU ready for what YOU had started?” As soon as his body collided with the mattress I quickly handcuffed both of his wrists to the headboard.

“What the fuck? Y/N,what is this?”

I silently went to the foot of the bed and begin to take off his Vans and socks.

“Babe,what are ya doing?Y/N? Talk to me damn it!”

I just looked at him chuckling while I grabbed a rope so I could tie his ankles to the bed as well.

“Love,you’re starting to scare me here...please talk to me,what’s going on?” He pleaded

I kneeled between his legs to undo his belt while I whistle a little tune.

“For fuck sake Y/N! Ya look like a fucking psycho right now,just say something please!” He begged and I stopped right when I was about to push his pants down.

“Do you think that I look like a psycho?Funny tho,how earlier you didn’t thought that...actually,you thought that you could take me for granted right?You thought that I would wait for you at the door like a good girl should,you thought that you could flirt with your female co-worker on national TV and I would just wait for you here...” I grabbed a handful of his semi-hard bulge and squeezed just enough so he could feel the slight pain. “Like a little well trained pet.” I proceeded to squeeze harder until he gasped.

“Y/N” my name was a faint whisper leaving his lips. “Please baby,you’re hurting me.”

“I’m hurting you?” I huffed as I slowly let the deadly grip on his bulge fade “What about you hurting me huh?What about my feelings Finn?What about the fact that you made me embarrassed on national TV! How can I get out on the street now with people knowing that we date and still you were deliberately flirting with another woman?” I slightly pinched his bulge just to make my point clear.

“Ouch,fuck! I’m sorry babe! I really didn’t meant it! I just got carried away with the plot that’s it! You know I love you dearly,and the only woman who gets me heads over heels for it’s you. I even bought you some roses and chocolates as a white flag sign,since I realized I fucked up..” I looked into his beautiful blue eyes and saw nothing more than love and regret. “Where are they?”

“They?”

“Yeah,the roses and the chocolates?”

“They’re on the dinner table”

I got up from the bed and made my way towards the bedroom door. “I’ll be right back.”

I went down the stairs,entered the dining room and I saw the most beautiful bouquet of red roses I’ve ever seen,and the little heart shaped chocolates,my favorite ones! I ran to the kitchen to get a vase with water to put the roses in it.When I placed the beautiful bouquet inside of it I saw the little card attached on the outside,beautifully hand written “My lovely lass,I know I got a little carried away with my character tonight,but I tell you with all my heart it meant nothing! You’re the only woman I’ll EVER need in my life!You’re my EVERYTHING! Love ya... yours always and forever.Finn”

“Argh Y/N what did you do?! Well I can still make this pleasurable for him,somehow..” I whispered to myself and ran back upstairs.

“Oh thank God! I thought ya were gonna leave me tied up here the whole night!” He giggled “Did ya find it?”

“Yes I did..”

“I meant it what I said in the card ya know...”

“Yeah I know Finn..”

After a few minutes passed by and when I didn’t move to set him free,he asked

“So?”

“So what?”

A briefly confused look passed by his face when he said

“Aren’t ya gonna let me go?”

“Why would I?” I kinda chuckled

“Well,because ya kno-“ I cut him of by saying

“Don’t you think you still need a little reminder to not do that anymore?”

“What do ya mean?”

I slowly crawled on the bed to assume the position I was on minutes ago.

“Oh you know” I said as I lightly tapped his hips so I could remove his pants and boxer briefs “I think you need that little warning slap on the hand,so you don’t be a naughty boy and don’t do that shit ever again”

I smiled as I grabbed the pair of scissors from under my pillow and cut off his shirt so I could leave him in his naked glory,and at my mercy.

“Oh my,aren’t you a beautiful sight?!”

I straddle his hips and leaned down to kiss him,as soon as our tongues met I traveled my hands down his neck,arms,chest and abs in an agonizing slow pace.

“Y/N baby”

“Yeah?”

“I need to touch ya,please open the cuffs so I can touch ya”

“Oh Finny,don’t make me laugh love! Naughty boys don’t get to touch anything!” I chuckled lightly

“No,please” he whined “Baby please,don’t do this to me!Just let me touch ya,I need ya...I want to touch your pussy baby,please?Let me make it up to ya?Let me make ya feel good”He pleaded

“You know what?You’re talking too much! What do you say about we keep that pretty little mouth busy huh?”

Without letting him answer I let one of my breasts hover upon his lips and he eagerly

took it on his mouth,sucking and licking my nipple to the point he had me whining.

“Oh Finn,fuck baby” His gaze was glued to my face “You’re so good,so fucking good,such a good boy” as soon as those words left my mouth he smirked at me,with my nipple still on his mouth,and I could swear I had just came with that vision alone.

He moved to the other nipple to give the same attention he gave the other one,and I just needed some sort of friction!So I took advantage of his now full on hard dick pressed against his stomach and the wetness that was leaking down my thighs and I slided down his abs just slightly so I could meet his cock and when I did,I released my nipple from his mouth and started to slide his erection through my folds.

“Oh fuck woman,you’re going to be the death of me!” He moaned closing his eyes tightly.

I took the opportunity to reach for the candle that was lit on the nightstand and spilt some of the hot wax onto his chest while I was still sliding on him.

“Oh fuck you!” He angrily said through gritted teeth

“Oh I’m about to sweetheart” and with that I lift my hips so I could angle him with my entrance and asked “Who does this cock belongs to baby?”

“You,you,it belongs to ya!Now just fucking ride me would ya??!!” He said desperately

“Ah,no no no!” I said as I dripped more hot wax,but this time on his nipples “Politely please!”

His eyes were so dark with lust and his voice so deep that I could swear that I had awoken some sort of demon within him.

“This cock is yours and yours only lass. It’s yours for you to suck,fuck,ride anytime or anyplace you’d like. It belongs inside your mouth,inside your ass,inside you pussy or wherever you want. It’s yours for you to do with it whatever you please!” With that I sheepishly smiled,and sunked my hips with his at the same time I dripped a few more drops of hot wax onto his pubic bone.

“Oh my fucking God!” He rolled his eyes to the back of his head and let out a growl that sounded almost inhuman.

I was giving myself sometime to focus,just so that I wouldn’t cum. When I heard a very deep voice come out of Finn’s lips and say

“You better start to fucking ride my cock right now princess and you better make sure you ride it hard and deep,or else I’m gonna break this fucking cuffs off and you will regret this little act of yours”

“Bálor” I whispered

He just smirked and whispered back “You’ve got three seconds to start riding me. One,two...” With his lead I started to ride him like a mad woman.

“Yes...my beautiful,sweet princess.Harder!” I moved faster

“I said harder!” I moved even faster

“Are ya fucking deaf? I told ya to ride.me.HARDER!” He gritted

“Bálor, I- I can’t,this is the fastest I can go” I said with my legs already becoming sore from the pace I was trying to keep.

“Oh my sweet princess” He started to laugh uncontrollably

“What’s so funny?”

“You are!” He said through deep laughs “You try so hard to be a brat,but you’ve got zero capacity for it! Look at ya! Look how pitiful you are! Can’t even fucking ride a cock properly! He started to laugh harder “Now I know why Finn loves ya...ya are so amusingly funny!” He concludes his sentence with a laugh,and I had know idea where the anger that took control of me came from but I started to hatefully ride his cock and drip the hot wax all over his body:his neck,chest,forearm,biceps,nipples,abs,v line,close to his belly button.

“Argh” He roared “That’s what I’m talking about! Yes,just like that,so fucking good. So insanely good.”

His eyes were glued on me and I couldn’t help but drip some of the hot wax onto my own body. And the sight made him growl.

“Yes kitten!Oh fuck,you’re gonna make me cum,you’re gonna make me cum so fucking hard” his eyes grew even darker “I knew I could pull that little brat out,she just needed the right words,right love?!” He chuckled and I could feel my walls tightening and my orgasm buildup like a volcano

“Bálor, I’m gonna- I need...”

“Go on kitten,let it go” And with that I came as hard as I’ve ever had,just to feel Bálor starting to cum as well,cursing in Gaelic.

As he continued to cum, I saw his eyes slowly changing back to the beautiful ocean blue I loved, and my Finn returning to the surface with a long moan as the final spasms of his orgasm hit him.

“What the fuck just happened?” He asked,out of breath and mesmerized

“I think we just broke the bed”. I said

“What?” He chuckled

“No Finn, I’m serious!”

He stopped laughing,staring at the view of our mattress on the floor and his limbs freed from the cuffs and ropes.

“Well,that’s gotta be a good sign,don’t ya think?” He started laughing hard when the only thing I could do was bluntly stare at him.

That couldn’t be a bad sign,could it?

#finn balor #finn balor fanfiction #finn balor one shot #finn balor x reader #finn balor imagine #fergal devitt #prince devitt #masochist writes

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secreteddsworldblog · 3 years

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Can I Buy You A Drink?

Eduardo x M!reader

You really don't know how you thought going to a bar to drink Diet Cola all alone was a good idea. Though you're not really in the right set of mind to make reasonable choices.

You've recently had a mutual break up from a long term relationship. Years, not petty months, walked out the door. Regardless if you were the one who brought up the conversation when confronting your Ex about the change of mannerism towards you it still hurt. You still felt like the Dumpy.

Even a month now since the night it ended you still felt an overwhelming sense of loss. You're no stranger to the feeling though. You've actually had worse relationships you rather not think about unless you want to go into a fit of sobs between Cola sips.

"Another diet cola please," you had already gone through a few cans but didn't want to stop. It's your favorite drink. Why not indulge in things to make yourself better? You're actually really picky with what you drink. Nothing makes it past your lips unless its water, milk, and Cola.

"You've had enough, sir!" The bartender was in the middle of drying a wet drinking glass with a yellowed white rag.

How dare he deny you, you're a paying customer, and in pain, "I know when to stop!"

From just the right distance away to hear the exchange sat Eduardo who was had been deep in thought about his own moarning. He always considered himself a tough man, the definition of machismo, someone who can't be knocked down.

Many would say he has no right to feel the way he does after how he behaved before the life changing event he had to go through. But sometimes it takes a rude awakening to trigger a well needed over due self reflection and change in character.

Eduardo's head perked up the moment he heard a man ask for another diet cola. Who orders diet cola at a bar? Besides him that is. If someone can enjoy a diet cola enough to drink it everywhere then obviously it's someone with good taste like him.

Temporarily getting out of his own head he got up and reached the counter, " Bartender, I DEMAND you bring a pair of diet colas for my friend and I!"

"FINE, Mr Eduardo," the bartender slammed the glass he was working on down and went to get the cold refreshments firmly holding them out, "But this is all either of you is getting tonight."

"Whatever," Eduardo passed one of the cans over to you, "Cheers!"

You'd be lying if you said you didn't feel a little bit of second AND first hand embaressment. It's not everyday a cute rando just comes up and makes somewhat of a scene for you. You have a feeling he's the kind of guy who calls out underpaid fast food joint employees when they put pickles in his friends bugers when they asked for none.

With the sound of a 'Tink' from cans tapping you lightened up a little. It would do you some good to know new people. Not in a thottie way. You've had to move homes for a fresh start, staying in that house with the memories were only going to make things harder for you to recover from, so you're actually in unknown territory.

"So what's a guy like you doing drinking cola all alone?" Eduardo glaced at you from the corner of his eyes still letting the diet cola can hover next to his lips after the first sip. You didn't know what he meant by 'a guy like you'. Though you weren't the most traditionally masculine looking bloke at the bar compared to him. You wouldn't go as far as calling yourself an E-boy but you're definetly decked out in more of a casual alternative attire. Some would call you a pretty boy, like your Ex before he stopped-

"Probably for the same reason you are?" It was strange to see someone else drinking the same thing alone- Unless this is normal for a guy like him. He didn't look like a traditional loner but weirdos come in all sorts of flavors. You knew that fairly well.

Other broken souls in the bar are getting properly drunk and a man out with the boys would only drink non-alcoholic beverages if he's the designated driver.

"I see... You come here often?" He lowered his drink to have his other arm reach over to scratch the back of his head. Eyes avoiding yours.

"No. I'm fairly new 'round these parts," You paused for a second deciding to say something risky, "Do you want me to come here often?" A little flirting never hurt anyone. It might be too soon to get back on the sattle but you weren't looking for anything serious any time soon nor were you planning to go far while you're still healing. You just miss being who you used to be before devoting yourself to you Ex. Your confidence wasn't always real but you'd love to go back to being the cocky flirts you used to be. Seeing just how many people call fall for you knowing you can have absolutely anyone.

Eduardo seemed to almost spit his drink seeing his subtle attempt at hitting on you be returned. "A-Are you serious?" His eyes widened a little looking at you. He must have been on the market and unsuccesful for quite some time hm? He hadn't been seen in a serious relationship since the one with his own Ex, Laurel.

"Why wouldn't I be?" You flex your classic side smirl and eyebrow raise. You might be a little rusty and you could use some practice in the mirror before trying that on anyone else.

Eduardo seem to have trouble thinking of what to say next only to be saved by his phone ringing, "S'cuse me, I have to take this-". On his phone Mark's icon and name popped up.

Mark had it together and seemed to have taken the loss a lot better than Eduardo. He was the more mature one of the trio and because of that he took it upon himself to look after eduardo remaining roommates with him.

As Eduardo went to a less crowded corner of the bar you checked your own phone.

You had roommates of your own. Some pals who ARE locals of this town. One of them even owns a music shop a few blocks form the bar. You couldn't trust yourself to exist alone after the break up so they were nice enough to let you move in as long as you helped around the store and did you part of house chores.

You scoffed at the text from Kasey the other roommate who has an online business and likes to call himself an 'influencer.'

[Kasey]: Are you still being a lil bitch baby? Where are you? Bill and I are going to lock you out of the house if you stay out late again.

With a roll of your eyes you respond back saying you'll be home in a bit. Even though they were nice enough to take you in the dynamic between the three could be considered playfully rude but tipping too close over the line into toxic. Kasey could say 'Fuck you' and you could say 'Eat my ass' then go out for a movie.

"Sorry about that. My roommate was checking up on me". Eduardo sat back down looking at your face wondering why you looked peeved.

Rent must be terrible in this town. It seemed everyone had a roommate. "That's fine. So were mine. I have to split actually-" You got up slyly putting your coat jacket on waiting to see if the man really was interested in you enough to say anything about seeing you again.

"O-Oh wait. How often are you thinking of coming by this spot?" Eduardo didn't have many people to see when he left home. Aside from a stiff friendship with Tom. Since the incident they've bonded over their hatred for Tord. They took turns doing each other's interests like watching a sporting event when it's Eduardo's turn to pick the activity or going to a concert when it was Tom's night. It would usually end in some fight over bashing each others choices but they always silently made up and made plans for another night.

"Mmmm. I don't know really," it was the truth. Even if you were to say what days you'd potentially show up it wasn't for sure. You'd play hard to get but this could become a good friendship. Someone who isn't calling you slurs, reclaimable between you and your roommates among themselves of course, and someone who might actually like you. "Here, let me save my number in you phone-" You reach out placing you hand on his forarm that held the phone testing to see if he'd flinch or push you away from the gentle touch.

Eduardo felt goosebumps from around you touch. You could have sworn you saw a hint of green blush on his face. No one really touches him besides Mark when he pats Eduardo on the back when he things he needs it. "S-sure".

You glided your hand from where it was to his hands sliding the phone out from his grasp. Your brain did a buffer effect when seeing the person that was his lock screen. A guy with small eyes, light brown hair, and blue button up. Who was this? This better not be some unnamed boyfriend. You didn't take him for a cheater. You still saved your number on his phone but took a mental note not to flirt as much until you know for sure the guy was single. Even if it's just casual the last thing you want to be is a homewrecker.

You handed the phone over back to him, "See ya." Okay, you can spare a wink before walking away from him.

Eduardo sat there confused. That really happened. He really got someone's phone number. He took one last sip from his diet cola before setting down the money to pay for their drinks.

Authors note:

What's up fellow LGBTs. I didn't see any xM!Reader content much less for Eddsworld charas so I took it upon myself to actually provide for any of the other losers who simp for Eduardo. Might do a love triangle down the line tho-

#eddswolrd #eduardo eddsworld #x reader #m!reader

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themilky-way · 4 years

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as the hours pass {loki odinson}

gif credit: littlemisssyreid

pairing: loki odinson x fem!reader (might be considered gender neutral, though)

summary: he afraid of what he feels, so he does the only the thing he knows how to do: lie. based on this ask.

warnings: super shitty angst lol cuz it was 9 pm and my brain cells were FRIED. i think that’s it?? fluff at the end tho so we good

author’s note: this took me a whole mf week to write which isn’t that bad but i have no time now and it’s kinda scary. yolo tho lol

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when tony had initially proposed a weekly movie night for the entire team, not a single person would’ve imagined anything like this. a large projector had taken the place of the regular flatscreen television, consequently lining up in all the four corners of the penthouse windows. couches and reclining chairs compiled in a large circle instead of being adequately spread out amongst the common room, and they’d all been filled by at least one avenger. to those wishing to participate, jobs and duties had been assigned the week prior, the list ranging from making popcorn to dimming the lights. it was organized-sophisticated, in a way-how it had all been brought about, and to say the majority of the residents living in tony’s multi billionaire penthouse were surprised was quite the understatement.

over the course of a few weeks, everything began falling into place. reminders didn’t need to be set anymore, and the designated tasks weren’t viewed as chores. natasha made sure to pop three full bags of delicious kernels- ensuring thor’s bowl had just enough butter to lick his fingers clean when he finished-while steve arranged a variety of pillows and blankets around the seating space. soon enough, fading shades of purple would ignite the obscurity of the living room-all due to the led lights binded to the borders of its ceiling-and either a horror or comedy film would commence.

in such a manner, your spot could always be found on the same peculiar couch, next to the same peculiar individual. god, at that. to literally go to hell and back, to get placed in a home that wasn’t his home with people who wanted his head wasn’t particularly an easy life to lead. he wasn’t a man of sentiment, either, nor one who engaged in communal activities, so you took your part as a good samaritan and kept him company. the seat next to loki had been unreserved, with not even thor to take its place, and you shuffled away from a very frightened wanda to settle beside him. he'd been neutral, annoyed perhaps. if a stranger came to sit next to you out of the blue, wouldn’t you be, too?

“mind if i sit here?” a mild pause signaled a response, and the shrug of his shoulders gave it away. “i’m not really enjoying the movie, and the space looked kinda cozy,” you added.

after you had thoroughly felt the soft cushion of the seat and all its comfort, it was rather difficult to stray away from it. every friday evening, the striped bedding of the couch awaited your presence, and a pillow of an identical design lay by the armrest. loki always got there first, a bowl of ice containing two ice cream bars in his grasp, and if the belief that he had ever been remotely inconsiderate damaged your reasoning, the chocolate chip cookie he gifted you at the start of every night proved you wrong.

if loki truly had to be honest with himself-his father, if he was peering down from above-the companionship you bestowed upon him didn’t upset him as he presumed it would. he half-expected his cold and antisocial nature to speak for itself, to grab hold of the kindness of your heart, crush it, and scatter its pieces so your blind hands would have to search aimlessly for them. for him, the opportunity would’ve been so effortless, so relieving in its own wicked sense, but you had already known that from the minute the tips of your sock-clad toes had walked right up to his. your words had been honey to him, simple yet profoundly eloquent that had dripped away every vowel on his tongue. the warmth that encircled you caromed over to him, and then his icy fingers became regular fingers, and his wintry complexion no longer overpowered the person he strived to be.

the thought alone of developing a kinship alarmed the presumably mischievous man, and when time, the most rewarding elements of his beloved universe, presented him with such a miraculous creature, he went into a comatose. the object of his interest was no longer an object, it was a person, an individual that appeared to envelop his nonexistent grace as if they depended on it. so his beautiful, virulent mind, as plentiful of wisdom as it was, conceived what it regarded to be the only correct answer.

the seconds of long anticipated hours grew legs, and urged fragments of minutes to run off. solitude embraced the area loki used to adore being in, and his absence planted a seed of confusion within the person always seated beside him. the following nights were mindless for you, even when wanda had selected your favorite films to view, your headspace drifting off to the god who wasn’t watching it with you. interactions between your team lessened. refusing a handful of thor’s popcorn became a habit, and although he questioned you about it, he never brought it up again. then, a month flew by before you could cognitively process it. loki’s eyes hardly ever witnessed daylight now, or you for that matter. more often than not, his ear perked up at the soft squeaks of sneakers before their shadow halted in front of his door. the air in his lungs would almost escape from him entirely, lips pursed so tightly he felt them turn white, before mere seconds later distorted voices trailed your feet away from the barrier that separated him from you. foolish, he’d been foolish to deceive you so childishly. what could he possibly tell you now, that wouldn’t lead you to scurry away from him?

tonight, the best remedy to get some rest was to fix some tea. a good read seemed suitable enough, too, so a copy of The Scarlet Letter decorated your pillow. you trusted your weary legs to navigate you to the kitchen while your brain busied in forming unrealistic scenarios, as silly as it sounds, and you were doing fine and dandy until a conversation reeled you back in. an all too familiar voice-one you hadn’t heard in so long-was speaking, ranting, about things that bothered him? yeah, that was it.

it was wrong to what you did at that moment, your dear mother had taught you better than this, but the never ending words spewing from loki’s mouth had glued the soles of your feet to the chilling tiles.

a heartbeat shriveled to nothing, a weighty ache engulfing it in all its mighty glory, and everything you ever came to know became deception. “...ridiculous! i’ll tell you one thing, brother, and that is that they’re absurd for thinking i’m better.”

a booming retort-thor’s-defended you. “you’re ridiculous. they’re good to you and you’re going to throw it away because you’re afraid?” he neatly placed his mug on the counter before his firm hand landed on his brother’s shoulder and squeezed in reassurance. “if you keep pushing people away, you’ll outlive centuries-worth of joy.” loki flicked it away. “do they truly matter to you? enough for you to stop hurting them?”

the wall pressing into your shoulder obscured the visual of loki nodding his head. the tea you craved for now sounded disgusting, and no matter how hard you blinked your eyes, a puddle threatened to hover over them. you began toying with the sleeves of your sweater, hating the emerald shade you chose for it, and your head drooped down to focus on its marbled designs. odd shapes helped center your emotions, too much that you missed a figure passing by the entry.

did you jump? yes. did loki jump? also yes.

“what-why are you-why are you standing there?” his voice was shaky, concerned. he looked at your figure over once, his nervous glare lingering a little too closely at the pigment of your shirt, before he focused on you. it was hard for him to miss your anguish. the question his brother had previously asked him looped in his head, and by odin yes-yes, you mattered to him.

“did you hear what i said?” he gulped. “all of it?”

your pupils were fully dilated, mouth inconceivably dry, so you muttered a tiny “yeah.”

“it’s alright, though. i’m not-i’m not mad, or sad, or whatever. i get it.” with enough strength, you pushed your body away from where you’d been cornered and started your leave. a tightening on your wrist stopped you.

“please don’t go.” loki never begged, and he always trusted his ego to prevent him from doing it, but he’d inflicted grief on his most treasured midgardian, and he’d have to remedy that. “please.”

“loki, hey it’s alright. i’ll leave you alone if that’s what you need.” he held you tighter before pulling your palm up to meet his chest. “what are you-look, i’m sorry-”

“you’re sorry?” he cut you off. “i’m sorry, don’t you see what you do to me?” the pad of one of his own hands moved to cover the back of yours to push it further onto his covered heart. it was beating faster than godly possible. if he were anyone else, maybe he was nearing a heart attack. “i do believe you’re the first one to do that.”

you ceased touching him before beginning to speak, but he knew your apologies, your questions, before they even escaped your lips. he fumbled on his words for some time, thorough confessions of his feelings never came as easily as he hoped, but he managed to get the point across. his obsidian, curly locks drizzling over his tiresome face distracted you, and his enticing features, his slurred attempts to achieve your forgiveness forced a tiny grin onto your mouth.

“it’s okay, honey,” you extended a hand outward in greeting. “let’s just start over, yeah?”

he choked on a breath at the name, and then two clammy hands melded into one, and everything was alright for once. “i’m loki, and the pleasure’s all mine, darling.”

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Undress Rehearsal (Duncan Shepherd x fem!Reader)

Summary: You got a fashion degree and moved to DC to work as stylist assistant. Unexpectedly you meet a familiar face during a meeting and it seems there’s a spark between you two...but things may take a wrong turn.

A/N: Hey lovelies!! This is my first fic EVER, so be nice! Also, forgive any grammar mistake (English isn’t my first language). Since the ending is kinda open, I guess I could write a PART 2. I’m so happy to finally be able to post this one-shot, even though it sucks! I’d appreciate every comment/reblog/DM about it and about how I could actually improve my writing. This is a sort of experiment! I’m still trying to figure out “my style”. Oh and this is important: bold type means flashback, italics are Y/N’s thoughts and // means a few days passed! ENJOY and thank you for reading! I love you.

Warnings: mean!Duncan (just a little), making out and veeery light NSFW, plot!twist, lol I think that’s enough(?)

Word count: 6.1K

moodboard by the talented @hecohansen31

You were late again. It happened twice this week. But how could that happen? You had always been a punctual and reliable person, at night you ensured that the alarm was correctly set and you never went to bed too late, afraid to not being able to wake up the morning after. So how could it be possible? Maybe because of your jetlag, but after almost a month, well, this had become a really bad excuse. Then perhaps, the frenetic pace was already affecting you that much, making you too tired to hurry up and get ready. This couldn’t happen again; you were jeopardizing your new dream job because of this straggler behavior. While you were running along the streets of Washington DC, those were your recurring thoughts. Your wheezing and the speeded-up heartbeats, pounding in your hears, were drowning out any deafening noise coming from cars and traffic, which always filled the city driveways.

From the early hours of the day, the avenues were swarming with people going to their office, each of them withdrawn into oneself, busy minding their own business with their smartphones, bringing takeaway breakfast on the other hand. You were way too anxious and distracted from running breathlessly; you had already bumped into three stupid human beings, slowly strolling down the sidewalk like damn sloths. Every single step was followed by a quick glance at your cellphone screen, checking the time and ensuring there was no missed call of your boss.

If you knew anything in this world, it was that you had to take this job seriously, dealing with the fact that your exhausting dues would have allowed your eager ass to work your way up and finally become a fashion designer. So, you didn’t expect any great satisfaction to come very soon. And starting from the bottom was really tough. After years of studying and a well-deserved university degree, you were prepared for whatever the future might have brought. Despite that, you didn’t expect at all to end up in DC, working as a stylist assistant. Sure, this would have opened the door to your real dream job, be part of the style department, designing collections for a luxury brand. You had tried your luck moving to New York, but you ended up broke, with no savings left and no available job opening. For this reason, you decided to take that chance here. You hadn’t made any progress till now though. You were new, yes, but your tasks and assignments were hardly restricted to bring coffee or running around the Capital with tons of garment bags for upcoming fittings.

Finally, after that insane 3km rush, without even stopping for a second - no, you couldn’t afford an Uber ride every time -, you arrived. Your feet hurt like hell, your cheeks covered with scarlet shades like the worst of sunburns and your breath coming in short gasps…and your hair, oh dear Lord, it was a mess. You were sure you were also sweating. Luckily, Richard, your boss, was quite nice to you and somewhat tolerant; he was sincerely impressed by all your efforts, skills and abilities, so much that he wasn’t utterly certain what you were doing there.

Five minutes past the established hour and, thank God, the client hadn’t arrived yet. You didn’t have much information or details about that meeting. You only knew that you had to help during a fitting for a client, extremely influential on the political scene. He needed a few new looks and outfits for public appearances, interviews, and fundraising events. Of course, you assumed he would have been an old middle-aged white man, with too much money to count and eager for power.

Mr moneybags is getting late tho. Too busy making grands? you thought.

Meanwhile, you were trying to look more presentable, also to not risk damaging the brand reputation.

“Y/N?”

Your calves burned and, in that moment, you thought that bringing extra sneakers would have been a good idea.

“Y/N?!”

Since the client hadn’t arrived yet, maybe you could sit down and rest for a minute on that super comfy booth near the mirror…

“Y/N!!!! HELLOO!!!” Your train of thoughts was abruptly interrupted by your boss’ yells, which suddenly caught your attention.

“Oh my God, I’m sorry, I zoned out! Forgive me, what can I do for you?”

The man, a healthy and elegant 40ish brunette, looked at you concerned “Y/N I know it’s hard to settle down, but I need you to be 100% focused today. The man who’s coming is a big deal for us, he’s a powerful figure in Washington politics! He has recently taken her mother’s place as CEO of the family company. So, I want us to make a good impression!” after saying that, he looked at you from head to toe, a bit baffled.

“So…” he continued “…I need you to – in that moment you really hoped you were about to receive a major task, finally a turning point – ..to run to the bar across the street and buy some coffee, and come back quickly!” All your expectations fell apart in a sea of disappointment. “Hurry up!”

You put on a forced smile and went straight to the exit.

After having waited in line for centuries, you figured that probably the client had to have arrived, and therefore, just as you had started your day, you came back running as fast as you could, to save time.

You were holding the coffee cups in your left hand, while you were struggling to turn off your phone, which had started ringing. Opening the glass door with your hip, you were still trying to silence the ringtone, this, without even minding where put your feet up. Ugh, mom, stop calling me...always the worst timing! you screamed in your own mind, frowning. Before you could slow down your steps, one of your heels didn’t grip well the lacquered floor, making you stumble and trip. A sudden change in your balance and you couldn’t avoid slipping forward, causing the not-so-angelic flying of coffee directly on the special guest of the situation.

Damn it.

And to make matters worse, you fell to the ground, cursing the day you were born. Hell no, it can’t have really happened to me. You had just made a complete ass of yourself. You would have rather sink below the waves into the oblivion.

“OH SHIT SHIT SHIT I-I’m so sorry! I-I don’t know h-how it happened!” you were apologizing, still keeping your eyes fixed on the once-full cups rolling down the parquet, next to your badly chipped mobile touchscreen.

“The floor must be slippery…please let me make it up to you, I ca- ” you stopped all of a sudden when you lifted your gaze, for the first time since you had stepped in. Standing in front of you there was the most attractive man you’d ever seen. His piercing blue eyes were fixed on you, like two burning flames almost forming deep holes in your soul.

It’s hot in here or it’s just me?

He was tall and his toned arms were easily visible through the once-white shirt. Now that expensive fashion piece was all covered by a huge stain of hot coffee. And it was your fault. You were speechless. Your attention all focused on the man’s features. Your gaze was busy running down those perfect shaped cheekbones and the sharp jawline. Oh boy, gods’ gift indeed.

Oddly familiar to you though.

You clearly remained to stare for too long to not be noticed, because the man himself broke the silence.

“Uhm, don’t worry” he seemed taken aback for a second “I’ll send it to the cleaners or I’ll throw it away, I don’t care” he said, immediately composing himself, while carefully unbuttoning the ruined shirt, with those long fingers... You were blushing. His low soothing voice sent shivers down your spine. But his tone was plain, no apparent emotion, he seemed almost indifferent, maybe even a little annoyed. Ah, pompous ass.

Your attention was caught by your boss, who, with a worried voice, while pinching the bridge of his nose with his eyes closed, proposed him to choose another shirt among the others and take it as an apology gift. The man accepted, nodding with a crooked smile and with smug remarks about the needlessness of gifts for a man as rich as him.

Cocky asshole! You mused, with a roll of her eyes.

Anxious to change the subject, Richard, started the introductions. “Mr Shepherd, she is my smart – but clearly clumsy – assistant, Y/N” at that very moment that name awoke the memories in your mind.

No. It can’t be true.

“Well, nice to meet you” he remarked “Y/N”, repeating your name like he was tasting it on his own tongue “..or so.” he added, with a stupid smug grin on his breathtaking face. When they shook hands, you felt a sort of jolt and realized you had been holding your breath all this time. You remained silent.

That was the same man you met 6 months ago on the flight you took to go to New York, when you moved for the first time. It was him the influential man of the meeting.

Duncan-fucking-Shepherd.

Duncan. This name was the only thing in your mind right now, while you were lying on the couch, in your little apartment, with a glass of wine loosely resting on your lower lip. Oh my God, did he recognize me? Did he figure out it was me? How had he called me that day? Oh, his angel, right. Fuck.

Your head hurt, but you couldn’t help but keep on repeat your two first meetings again and again in your mind. The Duncan Shepherd from today was completely different, compared to the man you had encountered on that plane.

He hadn’t talked about himself very much, just spilled that he was a businessman traveling for work. You had immediately noticed how mature he was to be in his late 20ish. And incredibly handsome. And charming. And seductive.

Ok, stop.

You still couldn’t understand why you. Among all the attractive available women he could easily have, during all the time of the flight, he had been flirting with you. You. He made you feel sexy, desirable and safe, after a very long time.

It was the first class. You were there because of a lucky misunderstanding. While the plane was taking off, you two had a moment, since he saw you panicking. You had started talking for real only two hours after having left Milan. The conversation started casually, then developed into a flirty game. Little did you knew that a few hours later, you would eventually find yourselves making out so much intensely, whilst the rest of the passengers was sleeping with lights off. This wasn’t like you; you were strangers after all. Damn, you only knew his first name. But you couldn’t help your crazy attraction towards him. A sort of electricity, a particular connection that you had never felt with anybody else in your life.

You were staring off into space, completely lost in your inner thoughts, while biting hard your lip and fidgeting with the hem of your oversize t-shirt. You nervously swallowed and closed your eyes. Your hand began to move from the fabric and wander over your bare legs, brushing them with your fingertips. Throwing back your head and swallowing again, you frowned and sighed. You couldn’t make those thoughts disappear. He got under your skin and no matter what you did, you couldn’t shake him.

His soft lips on yours, hot and peachy, the trailing of his wet open-mouthed kisses along your throat and the series of marks he was leaving on your skin, on the way down your collarbone. Feeling the smile of the other against your lips as you two kissed. The best feeling in the world. His small moans when you had pulled his lower lips between your teeth, while his hands were touching and roaming all over your body, as if he wanted to memorize each spot, each curve, each part of you. “Baby I wish it was just the two of us right now, damn, I want you so badly” he whispered. God, if they had been alone, you’d have gone further for sure. You were both turned on, you could tell, especially from the prominent bulge on his designer pants. All you wanted was to climb on top of him, straddling his hips, panting in his hear and feel his hot breath all over you. Intense was the craving to undress him, feel his skin against yours. Shit, it was like a living a dream.

The meeting had been canceled and rescheduled for tomorrow. The situation was quite unpleasant. What you were supposed to do now?

Judgment Day had come. You hadn’t slept at all, all night spent tossing and turning between the sheets and looking at the ceiling. How were you supposed to act now? Should you have mentioned anything? What was really killing you, was the feeling that ‘your moment’ had meant nothing for him. Yes, after 6 months, you had gone over it, also because you had no idea how to contact him. But after seeing him again, all the buried thrills came rushing back. You absolutely needed to test the waters today. What did you have to lose? Well, your dignity maybe. If he wanted to, Duncan could have easily said something. And of course, a man of his status could have anything, or anybody, he wanted. Maybe you were overthinking, maybe not.

Since it was almost dawn, and the sun was peeking through the blinds, creating a delicate play of lights and shadows on the curtains, you decided you could actually distract yourself choosing what to wear for the meeting. You shouldn’t have done it. Your bedroom had become a battlefield, all your clothes scattered all over it, like some lifeless leftovers of the closet, now empty. Almost like a little bomb went off. You kept trying combinations on combinations, each time taking off the pieces and throwing them away anywhere around you, as if you were on the verge of a breakdown. It was still a business meeting; you couldn’t dress up too revealing or doll up too much. But at the same time, you’d never give up on being yourself and express your personality through what you wore. Respecting yourself was the most important thing. Self-love. However, this didn’t solve the problem at all. You wanted to appear at your best, challenge him, in a subtle way.

On your way to the office, an unexpected call tuned you away from your own thoughts.

“Richard! Good morning! Are you calling me for coffee? Because I’ve already stopped off at the bar, now tell me who is the best assistant in the whole world?! And I’m not even late!” your smile vanished as soon as your boss answered.

“WHAT?! What does it mean you won’t be there today?” Your heart skipped a beat and started pumping so much blood through your veins, that you felt as a heatwave was rushing inside of you. “W-well if you have family issues, we agree that it’s necessary to postpone the gathering..I-” your eyes widened at the realization that you’d be alone. With Duncan.

You almost fainted on the spot.

“I’m sure you can handle it on your own! You can still reach me with a phone call, if you ever need me. Plus, don’t you think this would be the right chance to prove yourself and finally level up, get noticed and considered for that vacant position in the style & design dep.? My money’s on you, girl!”

How could you blame him, though? He was always so encouraging.

You sighed through the phone, so he added “Look, it won’t be hard. Remember that Mr Shepherd is in your hands. We have to turn him into one of the brand advocates; he’s young, a self-made man, the best choice to promote the brand awareness. It’s up to you now.”

Wow, that’s very reassuring you figured, shaking your head.

“Ok, you can do this, I have to go now, let me know how it goes. Bye!” Fuck.

“W-wait! I can’t do that withou-” he has already hung up. Looking up to the sky and letting out a frustrating grunt, you allowed yourself a childish whine and mumbled a ‘why me’.

Now you were standing outside the building, trying to collect yourself before entering. You were wearing an oversized see-through blouse, tucked in a black knee-length skirt, and an *accent color* blazer with rolled-up sleeves, to complete the look. You were ready to fight. No more clumsy bullshit.

Breathe, remember to breathe you reminded yourself, looking at the elevator door.

You strode next to the receptionist’s desk, Tiffany, or, as you liked to call her, ‘Crazypants’; since her eyes were always so disturbingly wide open – Does she ever blink? – and her hair painfully pinned back, so tight that must have hurt her. She seemed a cross between a barbie and a psycho killer. As soon as you walked by her desk, Crazypants greeted you overly excited, calling you with her earsplitting high-pitched voice. You put on your fakest smile and replied,

“Morning Tiff, uhm, I wish I could stay and chat, but I have work to-”

“The client is already here. He’s waiting for you in the fitting room” she winked. Hell, you hoped your blushing wasn’t so obvious, you couldn’t even have a few minutes to be psychologically prepared. Well, maybe better pull off the band-aid.

“Thank you for warning me! I’ll be right there” you answered. Not even before your exams you felt all this pressure.

Why is it always so hot?!

Walking along the hallway as if you were going to your own execution, you found yourself in front of the door of the rehearsal room. You gently opened it and entered. Do you know when, at some point in movies, there’s a slow-motion moment with background music?! There it was. Precisely. He had his back turned, gazing the skyline through the glass wall. And the second he heard the clicking of a pair of heels, he turned his head, smiling at you and looking intensely at your figure. You were about to die for real now.

How could someone be so beautiful?

His hair perfectly styled, his hot stubble,... Oh, that stubble was your weakness. You could already feel it between your legs and…

“Hey hey, easy with that” he teased with his deep honeyed voice, pointing the take-out coffee cups you were holding. You winced and giggled

“I’ll never stop apologizing about that, ehm, incident…but if you want one, go ahead!”

You looked at each other smiling for a while, until you had to break the silence and eventually get down to business. “So, I guess it’s better if we start…Mr Shepherd, so then you’ll be free to go back to work”, he exhaled and nodded

“Oh please, just call me Duncan.”

You saw a sort of shift in his features. His face went blank. He adopted a bossier and intimidating position, like last time. Ok, maybe he just wants to keep it professional, I understand.

“When is Richard coming?” he questioned while taking his trench coat off. “To be honest, it’ll just be me today, but it’s all right, you’re in good hands” you slightly smiled. He sighed again and you rose your eyebrow, taking it as an unspoken insult.

“Is there a problem?”

“Well, yes, I didn’t come here to waste my time with a newbie assistant.” Your jaw dropped.

“Excuse me?”

“No need to get upset darling, this is what you are, after all” he stated shrugging. You were speechless; yes, you were an assistant, but the way he said that, as if you were a dumb zero…What an asshole.

“Oookay, since I’m here..let’s continue” he glanced at you, waiting for her next move. “I agree, you can change in the wa-” you paused; he was literally undressing in front of you.

“What? There’s nothing you’ve never seen...I guess” You were confused…was he teasing you or something? “You should be more professional, I’m saying it for you”, your rage slowly increasing and flowing throughout your entire body. He was a completely different man, with all those unnecessary mean remarks. He gave you mixed feelings. You would have punched him, but at the same time, contemplating his perfectly-shaped heavenly body, his toned muscles, his thighs..you wanted to jump on him, kiss him and be his, in every way possible.

“You’re staring.”

“W-what?! No. I’m waiting for you to finish undressing, so I can give you the first change to wear..”

“Sure.”

You’d already had enough of his attitude. “I suggest starting with this evening suit, since Richard told me you’ll attend a charity gala in a few days.”

“Hush, please, save it. I don’t need all your pointless suggestions. I can handle it by myself.” he seemed almost..angry? You didn’t know how to hit back anymore. Why was he acting like that, all of a sudden? He tried on a few different outfits while you were staying there, silent, shifting your weight from a leg to another, your eyes wandering through the room, your lips pressed into a thin line and your mind trying to figure out what was happening. Duncan, noticing the tapping of your fingers on your thigh, rolled his eyes and gave you an annoyed look.

Then he huffed “Impatient, uh?”

You were hovering on the brink of an outburst.

“Why don’t you do your job and bring me some water, or take notes, or whatever you get paid for?”

“My job is helping you find a set of appropriate clothes for various occasions, trying to create the right mix & match that suits your taste and personality...” you retorted in a plain tone.

“Oh, thanks for the not required explanation, Wikipedia..”

“..but I’m not stupid, I know what a fucking stylist does” he was pushing your buttons.

“If you’d allow me to do my job, instead of questioning me, I could recommend something..”

“No need to whine, baby girl…So do it, instead of staying there like a scared little girl.”

“If relying on someone to select your wardrobe really bothers you..why don’t you choose them by yourself?” you sassed, struggling to remain polite.

“Well, I’ve demanded the help of a professional, not that of a ‘coffee-bringer’…and I’m wasting my time here”.

Ok, that’s enough.

He was still a client, but for you being treated like that wasn’t acceptable anymore. “You know what? I don’t fucking care if I get fired after saying these words. But I’m done with your dumbass comments. You’re a douchebag. I’m trying to do my job and, just because you’re rich and influential, you think you can treat me like that. Like I’m trash?” you were finally giving in to an outburst “The saddest thing is that I really hoped you would remember me. About that moment we shared 6 months ago, on that flight to New York. But obviously, I’ve given it much thought. Turns out that I’m just one of many, aren’t I? I’ve been thinking about you for weeks and when I saw you again, it all came flooding back. I’m so stupid. It’s not your fault, I was wrong to think that day could have really meant something.”

While talking, you were struggling to hold back the tears, you weren’t supposed to look pathetic, but your eyes were already watering. “So, do me a favor: end this meeting now. I’ll call Richard and tell him to take care of you, since you do not believe I’m capable enough to fulfill your needs..”

“..oh and don’t worry about seeing me again, I don’t want anything to do with you! Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got work to do.” you spat, entering the small wardrobe room, without bothering to switch on the light, hoping that your angry tears would have remained unnoticed in the darkness and that Duncan would have gone for good. So you started moving crutches on the clothes stand, to make room for those outfits to restock over.

Unexpectedly you felt an arm around your waist, holding you tightly. It was Duncan. He hadn’t left.

His body pressed against yours, you were paralyzed, his arms keeping a firm grip on you. What’s happening? You knew you should have pushed him back and kick him out, but something inside you decided against it. It was like a part of your dumb heart wanted to stay still in that position forever. You two remained silent, until he whispered in your hear, with his hot breath and his cologne filling your nostrils - a mixture of cinnamon, sandalwood and tobacco.

“I’m sorry..” he sighed. He sounded sincere.

“..I went too far.”

Now your own hands were resting upon his arms. You could feel the heat his body was radiating right now. With a honeyed soft tone, he murmured “Please forgive me, I don’t know what came over me. It’s just that having you standing here again, in front of me, stunned me. I didn’t know what to do and I misunderstood your demeanor. I thought you were pretending nothing had happened, or that you didn’t recall that day, or that you simply didn’t care.”

His hold slowly loosened, allowing you to turn around and look at him with narrowed eyes and a puzzled expression, without a word.

“Uhm, I’m not very good at communicating my emotions, but you’re right. I’ve been a dick. You didn’t deserve it, but I was overwhelmed by the attempt to suppress my own feelings. Since I saw you again,”

he paused,

“you are all I can think about.” he admitted, stroking your tear-stained cheek with his thumb, but you tried to resist him,

“I hope you’re not trying to play me, because otherwise I’ll smash that stupid hot smirk to the ground.”

“So do you think I’m hot, uh?!”

“You dumbass.”

“God, you’re so damn sexy when you’re mad.” he teased, coming closer.

“What?” you giggled. He stared at your lips “I just can’t stop thinking about kissing you right now…” and unexpectedly, his hand drifted to your hip, pulling you even closer. You inhaled deeply. You were against his warm chest, sculpted to perfection. Why must he be so perfect? You placed your hand against it, intending to push him away, but instead you left it there. You froze, from both fear and excitement.

You two stared into each other’s eyes and his breathing quickened as did yours. He slowly leaned in, so his forehead rested against yours. You closed your eyes. Your faces were inches apart now, and he lightly traced your lips with one finger. His other hand placed behind your neck, shortening the distance even more.

Your noses bumped and your mouths matched up slightly-opened, breathing each other’s air directly. He brushed his lips against yours and you freaking loved it. You loved the way your body melted into his. The way your lips perfectly fitted like two puzzle pieces. The way Duncan held you tighter and tighter. It sent shivers down your back. His only desire was to touch you, to move his hands under your layers and feel your smooth skin.

You two broke the kiss for a second to catch your breath. Then he pulled you in, claiming your mouth again, hungry and intense. Duncan lowered his hands down your hips, cupping your ass and dragging you impossibly close. You deepened the kiss swallowing his groan of pleasure as you lost into each other, no space between you two. His hands were exploring your body, while you grabbed his hair tightly to restrain your own moans.

Slowly, you started exploring each other’s mouths with your tongues. Sometimes sucking his lower lip and biting it a little bit. He started kissing your jaw and leaving hickeys on your neck. He didn’t want to let you go, so he pulled you again and kissed you so hard, with much more intensity. He squeezed you, suggesting that he wasn’t going to stop. You didn’t mind at all and continued making out.

He slowly put his hands under your blouse, trying to reach and unhook your bra, eager to run his fingers along your breasts and rub it. You began unbuttoning his button-down, seductively leaving wet kisses and love bites on his chest. He moaned. Then Duncan raised your blouse and took it off completely, so he could see you.

“You’re beautiful” he purred, and started massaging your chest and kissing it hardly, licking and biting gently your nipple. While Duncan was playing with your body, you could only keep on tugging his hair, making his moans vibrate against your body. Then he kneeled down kissing your stomach.

Both of you couldn’t silent your groans anymore, the entire room was filled by sexual noises. But you didn’t care at all. You knew where it was going. Duncan pushed you against a wall, grinding on you and you could clearly feel his hardness pressed against your body. You needed more friction.

“Jump.” he suddenly hinted, and used his veiny arms to hold you up by your thighs lifting you off the ground. You wrapped your legs around his waist. Your core was throbbing at that very moment.

But you were brought back to planet Earth right after; that divine feeling was ruined by a pesky thought that clouded your mind.

What if he’s just interested in sex?

He sensed your sudden slowing down. “If you want me to stop, tell me now,” he whispered. When you remained silent, he brushed his mouth against your temple,

“Or now.”

he followed the line of your cheekbone,

“Or now.”

now he was kissing your chin,

“Or—”

then your lips were against his, again. You kept undressing slowly, savoring the moment.

But that damn thought came back, stuck in your mind. And eventually it hit you. “Wait…wait” you said, trying to steady your breathing.

“What’s wrong angel? I did something wrong or..” he questioned worriedly. “No, not at all, it was perfect..but I don’t think this is right.”

“Wait what?! Why?” Duncan replied in disbelief.

“I’m not a yes girl, Duncan. I’m not looking for casual hookups, I really want to know you better and see where this leads us.” you smiled reassuringly, caressing his cheek. You were scared as fuck. Maybe he wasn’t interested in any kind of relationship, just random booty calls. But you had to take the risk. You wanted to.

“Uhm..yeah. I guess that sounds fair enough.” he chuckled and you released the breath you didn’t know you were holding. “How about a coffee date? I know a place, it’s quite secluded, to not attract the attention of press and journalists” you tilted your head and frowned,

“What do you mean?”

“Angel, I don’t want you to be targeted by newspapers, they aim to find some dirt on me and make every aspect of my private life public. I prefer keeping a low profile, and put you in an uncomfortable position is the last thing I would want.” “Oh, ok. I got it.” you were a little thoughtful, to be honest. But in that moment, you would have agreed with everything he was saying. You used every inch of strength you had, to stop and not go further. Not that there was anything wrong with that. You just wished to learn more about that handsome man in front of you; his desires, his passions, his values and aspirations.

“I’d better get back to work, they’ll wonder what happened to me.” he smirked. “Yeah, you better hurry up, then” you laughed, while putting your blouse on. “I’m gonna put aside the chosen clothes” you informed, but before you could leave the cramped room, he grabbed your hand and pulled you back in his arms, giving a last soft peck on your lips.

“How can I focus now, with the thought of you against me?!”

“You’ll have to make do with the memory..” you shot back “..for now.” you cooed, whispering in his hear.

The rest of the day went off without a hitch. You had exchanged numbers and with all those texts you were sending to each other, you felt like a schoolgirl again. Nothing could have ruined that sensation. Before going back home, Richard called you, questioning you about the meeting, not noticing your struggle to not make disconnected sentences or beat around the bush, to hide your embarrassment. Then, to thank you for having his back, he gave you another assignment: a high-society lady had requested a selection of gowns to choose, to attend a few fundraising events. Another important add-on for your CV. A few more efforts and they would have finally offered you the long-awaited position in the creative team.

The consultation had been set up two days later, you had to go to the customer’s penthouse this time. Ugh, lazy rich people. You rang the doorbell and right after you were greeted by a thin blonde girl, all fake boobs and tinted tips, wearing a dress that seemed closer to a long top, rather than an actual dress.

“Hey, you must be Y/N! Come in! I’ll be right back” she yelled. You came in holding the garment bag; you were shocked when you found out how actually big the apartment was: super modern, black & white themed and with some art hanging on the walls.

Uhm, de gustibus you muttered to yourself.

“Here I am, sorry for the waiting. I am Madison!” Why rich people seem so reluctant to share their last name with me? you mused, smiling to yourself.

“Let’s start, shall we?”

And then Madison took you to what has to be her large bedroom. Odd. That seemed more like a bachelor to you, but judging wasn’t your thing.

The fitting went smooth as silk. This Madison was a bombshell, every single dress fitted her body as it was sewn on her. For the upcoming event she chose a nude silk dress, that perfectly matched her skin tone. She looked pretty excited for the pick, so much that she started screaming and calling out loud, making you aware that there was someone else around.

“Muffin come here!!! I chose the dress!! It’s perfect oh my God! You must see it before I take it off!”

MUFFIN.

Seriously? Do not laugh, please, do not laugh.

You were biting her lip a little too hard. While Madison kept calling her…muffin, you decided to do something and began packing all the stuff back up into the bag.

“Oh finally, you walk so slow, babe…now, look! What do you think?” Before the man could answer she continued “Oh wait, how rude I am. Y/N, this is my fiancé...”

As soon as you turned around and lifted your gaze, your heart stopped beating.

“…Duncan!”

His smile soon disappeared too, replaced by a shocked and guilty expression, like a deer caught in the headlights. You froze in place.

You were trying to hold back the impending flood of tears, washing it away with your anger. A million different feelings rushed through you, but at the same time you couldn’t feel anything, just your own heart, literally breaking down in pieces.

“Do you already know each other?” Madison asked, noting Duncan’s surprise. You gathered all the strength left within you and stated

“Just one of the many customers.”

Then, lowering your broken voice, you sputtered a “Now I really have to go.”

Without saying anything more, you took the garment bag and run straight to the door, shutting it down behind your back. Right after, a teardrop rolled over your cheek, and your eyes started watering. Once that the first tear broke free, the rest followed in an unbroken stream. Before turning into a sobbing mess, you walked fast down the hallway, reaching the elevator and waiting for the doors to open up.

Before you could take another step, a large hand took you by the wrist, keeping you in place. You turned around and instantly pushed him back, trying to free yourself from his grip.

“Please,” he begged,

“Let me explain. Please, I don’t want to lose you! We have something..w-we can talk about it, please, wait!”

“Go to Hell” you snapped;

and then you shoved his hand away, entering the elevator. Stupid. I am so fucking stupid. You two looked at each other one last time, shedding tears. The eyes of both soaking blatantly. And then the doors shut.

That heartbreak felt like concrete drying in your chest.

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Tagging: (I hope you don’t mind BUT tell me if you want to be removed, I was just curious to know your opinion about it, if you'd like to read it) MUCH LOVE @ladynuwanda @hecohansen31 @michael-langdon-appreciation @sojournmichael @so-langdon @stupidocupido @sammythankyou @emmyrosee

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Tiffany Blue

Heeey it’s Trashboi’s birthday! (Fun fact, also my little brother’s birthday). I’m still working on my otpnsfwchallenge fic, but here's some birthday fluff! T for language!

He wasn't upset. Because, yeah, it was his 37th birthday, and it wasn't like he'd done anything about it for the past few years other than getting coffee and letting Tina pay for it as a gift. Not to mention, he and Hank did have plans to go out later that night. So he just…stewed. Picked through paperwork and watched the clock until it was finally time to leave. When six finally rolled around he hauled himself out of his chair almost before the digits on the clock turned.

We getting dinner? He reached out to Hank, who'd left work an hour before, as he headed out of the building. It was raining, and he pulled up his hood as he headed to the bus stop. He tucked himself under the awning and dropped to the bench as his phone let out the 'meow' text alert he'd downloaded.

Change of plans.

I was gonna take you out but I figured we should stay in instead, just us. Gavin sighed in the damp loneliness of the bus station, the sound of traffic making a dreary kind of white noise.

And Connor. And Rafe. He wasn't trying to come across as petulant, but he was disappointed. He thought they were going to go to the bar and drink Hank's bank account dry and eat too-greasy pizza. He'd fantasized about giggling on the Uber home and sloppily having his way with Hank in the privacy of his apartment. Instead, he got beers on the couch and had to spend his time in Hank's bed feeling self-conscious because of the two androids that now lived there too. And Sumo.

Didn't I say just us?

Sumo will be there, tho. Droids going out. The bus's tires washed a puddle over the curb that soaked into Gavin's shoes. He boarded the bus, hunching against the rain briefly and flashing his city bus card as he passed the driver. He collapsed into a seat near the center of the bus, as not to let the air conditioner make him feel worse. He pulled his phone back out and stared at the unanswered text. Part of him wanted to pout and get Hank to do what he wanted, but the intelligent part of him knew that Hank probably had a reason for the change. As he mused, another text arrived. Gonna order chinese from that place you like.

Alright Gavin answered plainly, When do you want me there?

1.5hrs. 730?

Once home, Gavin dropped his wet shoes into the bathroom to dry out on the tile and shucked his clothes. He mused on a shower, but the rain traffic made the bus take long enough that he doubted he'd have time. If he was going to be sitting at Hank's all night, he was at least going to take advantage of the lack of intruding androids. He dug in the drawer for a pair of his tighter jeans and then another drawer for a tee that proudly barked "Gay AF" in rainbow letters. He stuffed his backpack with his toothbrush and a change of clothes for work the next day and grimaced as he put his dry socks into his squishy shoes; he needed them for work tomorrow, so he'd have to let them dry at Hank's.

Thankfully, the rain faded as he rode the bus to Hank's street. The station was about three blocks away from Hank's place. He hopped over puddles, letting his irritation evaporate as he ambled down the sidewalk. He took a final deep breath and didn't bother to knock before letting himself in, "Hey sorry I took so long, the--"

"Happy Birthday!" Connor and Hank were yelling, Rafe sounded like he was being forced into the festivity. The three stood in the kitchen with Sumo laying in the corner. Connor sat at the kitchen table, seemingly waiting; Hank was holding a chocolate-iced cake with lit candles on top; Rafe stood by the sink with an apron on, looking annoyed at the pile of dishes. Sumo's tail thumped against the linoleum at the sudden excitement. The room was bathed in warm light, the smell of the cake surrounding the five of them. Gavin approached and received a warm kiss on the cheek as Hank held the fire hazard away from him; the cake had a full 37 candles on it and many of the flames had merged together into larger flames. Gavin thought it may be a possibility that the fire alarm was going to go off. Even so, he was pretty sure he was blushing at the attention.

"Cancelled our date to set your house on fire instead? I mean, arson isn't exactly my kink, but if--"

"Just blow out the damn candles, Gav." Hank cut him off. The smaller man did as told, blowing hard. Most of them went out, some did not, and they re-ignited the others. Gavin couldn't help but laugh as Hank leaned in to help. With several breaths they were all extinguished and released small streams of smoke into the air.

"Did you make a wish, Detective Reed?" Connor spoke up as Hank slid the cake back onto the counter. Rafe turned back to the dishes, all of which were seemingly covered in chocolate cake batter.

"Wishing is for kids." He rolled his eyes at the android without looking at him, He leaned close to Hank and swiped some icing from the cake, stuffing his pointer finger in his mouth before the older man could protest. "Sides, I have cake and shoes with puddles in them, what more could a guy need?" He hefted himself up to sit on the counter, feet dangling. The chatted like that in the kitchen until Connor and Rafe said their goodbyes and left the dishwasher running in their absence.

"Sorry I changed stuff around." Hank offered, standing close to the younger man, "It was actually a lie." he admitted carefully. Gavin shook his head,

"Which was the lie? Going out or staying in?" He smiled nonetheless.

"I mean with you in that shirt, I should take you out and show you off, but staying home was always the plan." His hands slid to Gavin's waist as he appraised the younger man approvingly.

"It's fine." Gavin shrugged, "Who am I to complain, anyway?" He hopped off the counter to take his shoes off by the door, "Chinese, Cake, hanging out with you." He smiled genuinely.

"Don't forget gifts." Hank picked up a small blue box from the table and tossed it over; Gavin caught it easily.

"It's Tiffany Blue." He joked, feigning a swoon. He rattled the box slightly and heard nothing inside. For a brief moment, the thought passed that it could be a ring, and he flushed as he untitled the black ribbon and popped the lid off; only one way to find out.

Inside there was a ring, but not the kind that put his heart in his throat. It was a key ring with a single gold key on it. He looped a finger through it and held it up, padding back to the kitchen and looking at Hank challengingly, "A key."

"Yeah." Hank breathed. He rubbed the back of his neck slowly, procrastinating the explanation. "It's a key to the house." He dropped his hand with finality and caught Gavin's in it, "I talked about it with Connor and Rafe. We, uh… I want you to move in." He explained, looking apologetic. Gavin opened his mouth to speak but scrunched his face into one of concern before he formulated a thought.

"I have a cat." He explained, as if it truly posed as an answer. Hank smiled slowly,

"Tesla can come too." He looked amused. "I don't want you taking the bus just to see me. I don’t want to have to think about if you have clothes or a toothbrush or any of that bullshit anymore. I don't want to have to worry about if you're sleeping properly or having nightmares." He offered, his voice quiet as if the sappiness was embarrassing. "I love you, and for you I will tolerate that bitch of a cat." He laughed, kissing Gavin's forehead. The smaller man leaned against Hank, nodding against his chest,

"I guess that sounds nice."

(((SO I also had a deleted half-written scene of Connor and Rafe giving Gavin gifts, so here’s that!)))

"From what I understand, birthdays are not for fulfilling needs." Connor offered, picking up a purple gift bag with red tissue in it and passing it to the brunette.

"You got me a gift?" Gavin looked confused, but pleased as he pulled out the tissue. He peered into the bag and grinned, fishing out the black box with foreign writing on it. "This was on my amazon wish list. It's been sold out for weeks." He said in awe, prying the cardboard box open and pulling out the hand-sized neon colored cube.

"I simply found it from another source. I'm glad you enjoy it though." The android offered as Gavin ditched the box and giftwrap to scramble the cube without looking at it.

"Thank you." He flashed a small smile as Connor's LED flickered yellow at his sudden amity.

"Don't you already have one on your desk… and your coffee table?" Hank offered, gabbing at another gift on the table and passing it over.

"I do, but this one is new and top of the line and awesome. " Gavin offered as he traded the cube for the next gift. Rafe put the remaining bowls into the dishwasher and started it before turning to watch,

"That one's from me." he admitted. it was a larger box, wrapped in green striped paper. Inside was a tee from Gavin's favorite band. He held it up to his chest and smiled, 'Not Famous' proclaimed across the black fabric in white scrawl.

"I wouldn't have thought androids would be so good at this." He mused,

#hankvin #hank x gavin #gavin reed #happybirthday #detroit become human #fanfiction #fluff

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bestestbird · 6 years

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Type O - Part 19

2000 words in celebration of reaching 1000 followers :D Thank you everyone!

Part 1, Part 18

It took a few minutes of no pain for him to feel brave enough to pull out. As removed his teeth more blood gushed out, running rivets down his arm to drop onto the tiled floor, luckily not hitting the shower mat. Keith hurried for the toilet roll, ripping a handful off and pressing it onto his arm. The wound didn't heal like Shiro's had, and blood quickly soaked into the tissue, forcing him to pressed harder.

"Shit," he cursed as the paper became soaked through. Frantically, he grabbed more, and then more as that didn't work. He pressed hard enough to bruise, but still blood splattered into a mess on the floor. His body shook with nerves that masked the pain of his grip and arm. Eventually, when only a single unsullied square of toilet roll was left on the cardboard, the blood flow slowed, and stopped.

Heartbeat slowing, Keith finally relaxed, posture slumping, but hand still firmly gripped on his arm. He surveyed the bathroom in its bloody mess, and decided he could salvage it alone, but before that he needed something more permanent on his arm.

Carefully, he peeled back the tissue. It didn't bleed again, but it looked like any jolt could get it started. Trying to avoid the blood, Keith worked his way out of the bathroom, leaving bloody hand prints on the door.

In the next room he went for his bag. Rooting around was hard with only one hand, but he managed to find some plasters, which whilst clearly not enough, were better than nothing. He'd accidentally bought a plaster roll instead of the individual ones, which for once seemed like good luck.

Forgoing scissors, he ripped open the packet, pulled off as much of the white non-sticky paper as he could and began to wrap the whole roll around his arm. It got easier around halfway through, and once he was done he thought it didn't look that bad.

Now no longer panicking, he went back to the bathroom. The shower head was detachable, so he could use that to wash the blood off. Luckily the drain was the same height as the floor, so he didn't need anything to soak up the bloody water.

First, he washed his hands, then pulled on his clean underwear that was sitting next to the towel, flushed away the bloody toilet roll and set about drowning the bathroom. It seemed to take forever. Every time he thought he was done there was always another little patch he'd missed.

When he was fairly sure there wasn’t anything left, soaked, and too fed up to keep looking, he grabbed the towel, dried off his legs, and went back out to get some clothes.

On the night stand his phone had lit up. Keith paused, contemplating ignoring it, it was on silent for a reason. A few steps closer told him that his notifications had changed, he now had six missed calls from Lance. With a groan he turned it off and ignored it in favour of getting dressed.

He needed something long sleeved to hide his arm. There was a black t-shirt, a red t-shirt, and white t-shirt, all short sleeves. It was winter. How could he have not packed anything warm?

On his second look through, he pulled on a piece of dark purple, nearly black fabric, and a jumper came out. Finally.

Shoving it on along with a pair of jeans he went back to look at his phone. Still six missed calls, and now ten missed text. It was also 20:30, which meant he was late for breakfast. Pulling it off the charger, he hoped that there was still plenty left to eat, and shoved it in his pocket, then paused.

The door key. Where had he put it? With a groan that was almost a sob he turned back around and searched. First, his coat, not there, then his bag, not there, then yesterday’s clothes, not there. Another check of his phone told him 20:40.

He was starving. How long did blood food last?

With a noise of pure frustration, he went back into the backroom. Not there. 20:47.

Forget it. He wouldn't lock the door, he could come back and look for the key later.

Hand reaching for the door he looked down, and there sitting in the lock was the key. He almost screamed. Jaw clenched he pulled the key out and slammed the door behind him loud enough that any of his neighbours would hear, and he marched off to get something to eat.

By the time he'd reached the top of the stairs he'd calmed down, and the smell of food that hit him when the door opened made him forget all about his morning fiasco.

Keith remembered the way from last night, down the corridor to the bar. Hunk was there again, a couple of empty plates in his hands.

"Evening," the man said cheerily, "late start?"

"Yeah," Keith mumbled, looking for a free table, and finding he had plenty of choice, "had some trouble with the shower."

Hunk chuckled, and put one plate down, "I guessed," he said, and raised a finger to his head, "your hair's still wet."

Absently, Keith pressed a hand against his neck, feeling the a few loose strands. It was damp.

"So, what can I get you?" Hunk continued as Keith chose a chair near the fire. It had a good crackle going, warming his toes and fingers.

"What do you have?" Keith asked stretching out, feeling his bones click.

"Plenty left. You missed some of the regulars, and our other guest isn't much of a blood drinker.”

"Oh." Keith wasn’t sure what that meant.

"Human.” Hunk elaborated without prompting, “Cute tho'. Pretty blue eye, and he loved my cooking." There was some clattering that sounded like plates, but Keith couldn’t see what Hunk was doing.

"That's great,” he said, lacking anything else to add.

"And a flirt, he said-."

"Hunk," a deep chiding voice said. They both turned, and saw Shiro was walking towards them, a knowing smile on his face. He had a long grey coat on, which meant it must have been cold outside, and Keith’s long jumper didn’t look out of place.

"Evening," Hunk replied, "I didn't hear you come in."

"Too busy gossiping?" Shiro teased, eyes wrinkling with a smile as Hunk rolled his eyes.

"Do you want breakfast?" It was part question part threat.

Shiro held up his hands in defence, saying, "sorry, sorry," as he walked closer.

Hunk snorted at him, and called out, “I’ll get you two a little of everything.”

Shiro called back, “thanks,” as he reached the chair across from Keith, who was trying very hard to concentrate on anything other than him as every look bought back memories of blood and bathrooms.

"Can I sit?" Shiro asked, already sitting, his coat folded over the back of the chair. Keith fiddled nervously with the sleeve of his injured arm.

He didn’t seem put off by Keith’s lack of response as he continued, "I know I'm early. My apologies, I thought you'd be finished."

"Shower," Keith muttered, looking into the fire, and Shiro nodded, sniffed, and shifted in his heat, looking suddenly perturbed.

There was a moment of silence before he asked, "everything okay?"

"Yes," Keith said far too quickly, then slower, "why do you ask?"

The fire popped in a short silence, then Shiro said, "a lot of reason," he paused again, watching the fire. It danced in his eyes, a darker red due to the grey. It was surprisingly pretty. He caught Keith’s eye as he finished, "but mainly because you smell like blood. Your blood."

Shit, right, Vampire, but how could he even tell it was Keith's? Never mind.

"It's just a scratch." Keith lied, quickly turning his head away.

"Okay...," Shiro said softly, leaving a longer pause, "can I have a look at it?"

Keith sank into his chair, ready to say no, but he made the mistake of looking back at Shiro. He looked so... so worried, that Keith couldn't say no.

"Fine." He wasn’t pouting.

Pulling back his sleeve, he stuck his arm out, and Shiro's eyebrows rose to his hairline, as he gave him a clear 'that doesn't look like a scratch’ look. Keith ignored it and began to unravel his copious plastering.

When he finally got to the wound Shiro let out a small sad sounding sigh, and Keith stopped.

"What?" He asked.

"No, I'm sorry," Shiro said, waving his hand like he was trying to get rid of something.

Keith was about to ask what for when he continued, "you were teething this morning, weren't you?" Keith nodded and Shiro used the same hand to scrub at his face, "I thought you'd be okay for one night. It-it gets worse the more you drink. Mine only ever came every few days."

"It's fine," Keith said, meaning it, but Shiro didn’t look convinced.

Keith started to cover his arm back up when Shiro said, "wait." His fingers lightly brushed Keith's wrist as he spoke, "I can heal that for you."

Keith looked at him suspiciously but didn’t pull away. It wasn't that he didn't believe Shiro could do it, it was that he didn't trust how it could be done.

"How?" He asked word coming out slowly.

Shiro gave him a bashful half smile, like he’d read his mind, "a bit of my blood, a bit of saliva, and it'll be gone."

Keith didn't move, a sudden flush appearing on his cheeks at the thought of his last meal.

Clearing his throat, a little awkwardly, Shiro added, "you could drink from my arm this time."

He glanced down to Shiro's arm, then back up to his wide worried eyes.

"Fine," he said again, unable to win.

Shiro's smile lit up his face, and Keith was starting to hate it.

He shifted forwards in his seat to bring his mouth to Shiro's arm, but Shiro quickly stopped him, one hand against his shoulder.

"Wait," he looked around Keith's chair, towards where Hunk had disappeared to, "does Hunk know?"

Keith glance back, and said, "no," unsure if that was good or bad.

"Okay,” Shiro seemed pleased with that, “this is going to sound weird, and I'll explain, but you probably don't want him seeing that,” Keith was fine with that, he didn’t want Hunk seeing anyway, “so we should take this to the toilet." He hadn’t been expecting that.

"Seriously?" He asked, mouth slightly open.

"Yeah,” Shiro jerked in to the right, “it's just around the corner."

Part of Keith felt like changing his mind, but another louder part said he'd already committed. So, when Shiro stood he stood too. They went around the corner, and Shiro pushed Keith into the tiny one-person toilet first. He had to squeeze back against the bowl to fit and Shiro came in after.

The door clicked behind them, and Keith was suddenly aware of how very tall and broad Shiro was. Until he knelt down and began to roll up his sleeve.

Feeling awkward standing there with Shiro suggestively in front of him, Keith flopped down onto the seat, and as he watched Shiro slowly reveal his white skin with a prominent blue vein that was begging to be bitten...what was he going to do again?

This time was less embarrassing as Shiro moved to Keith's side, letting him keep his legs squeezed closed. He lifted his arm to Keith's mouth, and not needing any guidance Keith bit down. Sweet, warm copper filled his mouth, and he gulped it down. Just like last time, it filled him, warm and tingling, pooling in him and sating something, but unlike last time Shiro gently pulled his arms away after only a few gulps, and that sick feeling didn't hit him. Instead he was left wanting more.

"Now your arm," Shiro said, and dejectedly Keith raised his arm as he licked every last drop he could from his lips.

I left it at the good bit because I am very cruel ;)

I also thought I’d get a lot more into 2000 words. I was hoping to at least start the dynamic explanation, but oh well, for another time.

Also, figured out it was actually the read more that was causing the problems. I’ve left it out, so sorry to everyone who has to scroll past this!

Part 20

#Vampire AU #sheith #voltron #a/b/o dynamics #minor self harm

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I’m trying to sleep, you shithead. PART II

| part one |

Pairing: Jason Todd x female reader.

Summary: Your neighbor, Jason, decides to blast classic rock music at 3 am in the morning, and you’re not to keen on that.

Request: Hi! Could you please do this au with Jason? I love classic rock and I feel like Jason would blast it. “it’s 3 am and you’re blasting off classic rock at full volume and your music taste might be awesome but sOME PEOPLE ARE TRYING TO FUCKING SLEEP YOU SHITHEAD”

Tagged: @natasha-baggins @lovingbabybird @queen-fighter @sarcasmismyfirstlove @cherrycat @agentsbarnes-parker @multifandombackpack @lampingtonthe3rd

WARNING: implied smut.

MASTERLIST

You’re overly exhausted when you return to your apartment, you unlock the door of your apartment and throw yourself in bed almost immediately. Your phone dings and you groan as you take your phone and check the message.

Clarissa: ‘Hey dumbass,,,get dressed, we are going out tonight xx’

You throw your head back into the pillow and groan, why did Clarissa pick out today - when all you wanted to do was sleep - out of all days.

You: ‘Forget it, Clary, i’m not in the mood.’

Clarissa: ‘It wasn’t a question tho?? there’s this nice ass bar and i got us some fine ass company for tonight. plEASE COME!.’

‘i will go to your house and bring you out, idc if you look like a witch, y/n.’

‘you have two hours, and we will pick you up.’

And the texts keep coming. You huff and stand up, glancing at the clock; 8:00pm, you had to look at least half decent tonight. No matter how tired you were and how much you wanted to strangle Clarissa. Clarissa was that co-worker that through the years became your friend, she was as lonely as you - Only difference is that she was looking for someone and you truly didn’t care.

You took a quick shower, and put on one of the nicest dress you owned; the skin tight red dress, Clarissa was very much familiar with it since you wore it everytime you two went out. You even take the time to curl your hair (a/n: if you have curly hair then it’s straighten) Once done with that you do your makeup and pair it with a red lipstick.

Clarissa didn’t lie, at 10:00pm your phone starts ringing, she simply says ‘we are here’ and hangs up. You roll your eyes and walk out of your apartment in your black heels. As soon as you are out of the building, Clarissa whistles and motions you to twirl, you do it with a smug smile and then you see two guys besides her.

“You look hot!.” She compliments and kisses your cheek and you roll your eyes.

“You have seen me in this dress like a couple of hundred times.” You mumble and she chuckles.

“Yeah but they don’t know that.” She whispers in your ear and the turns to the two guys. “Okay Y/N, this is David Spellman and Isaiah Jones, they are our fine company tonight.”

You mumble your hello’s. Clarissa couldn’t have picked worst dates, David looked like a total douchebag; Blond hair slicked back and that stupid cocky smile on his thin lips, and even worst he was clearly checking you out without any respect whatsoever. Isaiah wasn’t so bad, except for the fact that he was looking at Clarissa the entire time, his green eyes followed her everywhere. So there goes your chance of having a good time tonight.

You climb on the car which belonged to David, his cheap cologne filled the Porsche. You scrunch up your nose at the smell and try to make yourself comfortable on the leather seats. Your headache was only increasing and you simply hoped that the night will be over soon.

Arriving at the bar wasn’t much of a big fuss, when David’s hand touches your waist you flinch out of his touch, he notices this but keeps on trying to touch you in any way he can while you simply try to get out of his reach.

The bar smelled like every other bar; Barf and beer. And although you weren’t a fan of that misxture your nostrils had become familiar with it.

“Ohh let’s get some shots!.” Clarissa says excitedly and you nod feverishly, if alcohol could help make this night any faster you would certainly try it.

“So Y/N...” David trails off and the mere sound of his voice makes you want to puke. You fake smile and hum. “What’s your favorite position?.”

You want to slap him in the face so hard that it will make it rotate 360 degrees.

“Excuse me?!.” You ask in disbelief. “Who do you think you are?.” You ask and he shrugs, with his drink in hand.

“It was a question! I was trying to get to know more about you-.”

“That’s not the way to do it.” You huff and share looks with Clarissa who looks at David disgustingly.

You try to ignore it and turn back to face the bar. There’s a stage a couple of feet away and a crowd standing in front of it, you order a beer and drink it while you watch a band start to get ready on stage. You are so distracted by your thoughts when a cold hand touches your thigh, your eyes open wide and the beer slips off your hands, crashing on the ground with a thenderous sound causing many people turn to look at you.

You turn to look at David (whose hand is still laying on your thigh), your face fillled with anger. “What the actual fuck is wrong with you!.” You yell and as you lift your hand to slap him, you are interrupted by a fist colliding with David’s left cheek - making him stumble backwards and falling onto the ground. Your mouth falls open.

“Don’t you ever touch a woman without her permission, understood you fucking idiot?!.” The man that hit David is kneeled beside him and he is grabbing him by the hair and shouting in his ear. David mumbles something and the man smashes David’s face against the ground. The man stands up and fixes his brown jacket before turning around. “Oh hello neighbor.” He smirks and your breath hitches.

“Ja-jason?.” You stutter and he nods.

“Last time i checked that was my name.” He replies and approaches you, “You are still a little flustered, are you okay?.” He asks seriously, looking down at you, a geniune worried look on his face.

“I’m okay, i’m just trying to wrap my head around it.” You confess and let out a breath that you didn’t know you were holding. “I had it handled by the way but thanks.” You mumble and Jason snickers.

“I know you did, but i wanted to hit someone.” He replies and you stiffle a chuckle.”I can’t believe you would rather come to listen to the classic rock band with mister scumbag here-.” He points at David, who struggles to stand up. “-Than with me.”

You raise an eyebrow. “This is the bar you told me about?.” He leans on the table of the bar and nods. “I had no idea, my friend dragged me here.”

“Where’s your friend now?.” He asks, furrowing his eyebrows.

“She probably left with her date.” You huff and order another beer.

Jason finally looks at you up and down and grins. “You clean up nice, neighbor.” He says and you narrow your eyes at him.

“Thanks for that god awful compliment, shithead.” You reply jokingly and take a sip of your beer. He clicks his tongue, and turns to face the bartender.

“Whiskey neat.” He blurts out, you take that time to stare at him. His brown leather jacket fits him perfectly, his biceps flex as he reaches for the glass of Whiskey and his white streaks fall on his forehead. “All jokes and unrequired sarcasm aside, you do look stunning Y/N.” He mumbles before taking a sip of Whiskey. You nod and something in your stomach turns.

“Thanks, Todd.” You mumble and look down at your hands. Jason bites his bottom lip.

“Hey everyone! we are ‘Stick & Stones’ and we will be playing some classic rock tunes for you tonight, hope you enjoy.”

The band starts playing ‘Sweet Emotion’ by Aerosmith and you chuckle to yourself.

“They are pretty good.” You mutter and Jason nods.

“I told you, they are amazing.” He says and glances at the band before looking at you. There are some bags under your eyes. “I’m sorry about yesterday.”

You turn to face him and cock an eyebrow. “For being a shithead?.”

He grins. “Yes for being a shithead, it takes a lot of restrain for me not to be one and yesterday i didn’t even try not to be one.” He says and you nod understandingly. “And, pissing you off has become a very entertaining thing to do.” He says chuckling and you grin.

“I can tell, i’m glad i’m so amusing to you.” You say sarcastically and he licks his lips, there was something about you that made him feel lees on edge, it was strange - he thought -. Talking to you was so different and calming.

“How do yo do it?.” He asks and you look at him confused.

“Are you drunk yet, Todd?.” You ask and he shakes his head.

“You’re so gorgeous.” He blurts out and quickly clears his throat and looks the other way. “Forget i said that.”

Your eyes widen and then you laugh softly.

“What if i don’t want to forget it?.” You ask teasingly and he looks at you, his blue eyes locking with you. You bite your bottom lip nervously, you truly had no idea if the alcohol had already kicked in or what was making you so attracted to Jason. Unless you had always been attracted to Jason and you disguised it with hostility.

Jason leans in, your faces only inches away. You didn’t know it, but Jason was somewhat nervous. He connects your lips together and everything pieces together, his broad shoulders relax and your hands move up to the nape of his neck as his hands are placed strongly on your hips. His expert lips move against your clumsy ones, and the kiss becomes more lustful. You tug on his hair and he tries to stiffle his moan against your lips. You giggle and depart from his lips, his eyes are glued to his lips.

“Want to keep me up all night once again?.” You ask teasingly and he snickers; how could you drive him so crazy?.

“Only if you don’t yell at me and threaten to slap me again.” He replies and you hum.

“I can do that.” You say and he catches your lips with his once again, biting your bottom lip slightly.

That was the second night in a row where you didn’t get any sleep.

Here you guys go! hope this is good.

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ask-the-good-creeps · 6 years

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Hey, I'm super sorry to ask this of u, and I know you've been doing a lotta OC stuff so you and the other followers are tired of it but could I have Isabis meeting one of the canon pastas? Any one that y'all want! I'm pregnant and idk I find Isabis rlly soothing... like everythings gonna be ok even tho I am really scared, ya know? Thanks my dudes! Also, if you can, what does Isabis think abt being pregnant? Does she like it?? I'm only 4 months n I'm already rlly nervous all the time 😅

A tall dark skinned woman walked through the forest, her bare feet hitting the dirt as she walked, her white cotton dress rubbing against her skin as a deer walked up to her, nuzzling the pocket of her dress, searching for food. She let out an airy giggle, and her ghostly voice flowed through the air as she spoke to the creature,

"Be patient little one..." she got a handful of seeds and grain out of her pocket, putting her hand to the deer’s and feeling it's tongue rub against her hand as it ate what she offered. She put her other hand on her very pregnant stomach as she felt the child inside of her move, seemingly doing somersaults inside of her womb. When the deer finished, it put its nose to the familiar woman’s belly before trotting into the forest and Isabis smiled to herself, shaking her head and feeling her long braid that her sister had did hit her waist. Yellow flowers and little jewels were woven into it, complimenting her dark skin. She spoke again, this time to herself.

"Oh, how I miss Immy. She hasn't stopped by in a while has she, Ode?" She tapped her belly, and smiled sadly as she felt her child kick her hand back like she always did. She saw the shadow people appear in her vision, and felt their hands on her, along with the sense that someone or something was watching her but the ethereal woman just brushed it off, continuing her walk to her favorite tree that had the swing her and her big sister had put up a while ago along with her snacks.

Smile stopped and looked back at the grinning vigilante, sparing the man a glance and a small chuff before turning and continuing through the woods. Jeff didn't know where the canine was taking him this time, but it seemed urgent. They continued forward and eventually Jeff heard a creaking noise, like an old swing moving back and forth. Smile was just ahead, but out of Jeff's vision. He heard the dog barking and came out into the small clearing to see the woman he was barking at. He had been correct about the noise; it was a swing. And the woman on it looked familiar. He had to do a double-take - she looked so much like Imani, but without the scars that defined her strong character.

Isabis looked at her visitors, a bar of chocolate in her hand along with a bundle of flowers as she looked at the man in front of her with curious eyes. She continued swinging, the ropes that held her swing high above the ground were attached to a huge oak tree that had yellow and blue flowers that the woman and her sister had planted back when they had first discovered the clearing.

She had to climb multiple branches to be able to get up onto her swing, but in her mind it was worth it. She jumped off of the swing suddenly, her bare feet landing on the soft grass beneath her and she felt Ode stir and put a hand to her belly as she looked at the eternally smiling man. Her long braid swayed in the wind as she took a stepped closer, her instincts telling her to pet the dog, but she didn't know if it was a service dog or what have you so she restrained herself. Her light, airy voice drifted through the air with its dreamy quality, though curiosity was tinting it along along with her accent as she spoke to the long-haired man and the dog in front of her, and she held the chocolate bar out in front of her.

"Hello there. Would you like some chocolate?"It took Jeff a second to come out of his thoughts and realize that she was talking to him.

"No thanks...I'm not really a fan of sweets." he told her finally. Smile approached the woman, his tail wagging happily, and Jeff tilted his head in curiosity. He vaguely remembered Imani mentioning a younger sister, but he couldn't tell if that conversation actually happened or if it was just a trick of his mind. Still, he ventured a guess. "Are you Imani's sister?" he asked. He was never one to beat around the bush.

She blinked, humming as she pet the dog, after all, the man wasn't stopping her.

"Which Imani? There's a lotta them on this earth." She tilted her head to the side, thinking. "I have a sister named Imani, but there were also three other Imani's at our school. There was one other me. So I guess I could and couldn't be the Imani you're talking about sister." She sat in one of the hollows of the oak tree, crossing her legs, one over the other before she spoke again, pressing her hands against her protruding stomach, feeling Ode move and readjust herself within the womb. She placed her bundle of flowers on one side of her with the chocolate bar.

"My sister has one eye," she closed her right eye, "and three scars across her face." She ran her fingers down the right side of her face, mimicking where her sisters scars would be. She saw the man go to take a step forward and stuck her hand out, gesturing for him to stop walking. "Shhh... listen...." She tilted her head to the wind, listening to the windchimes that only she could hear. "The fairies are singing again..." she hummed along with the melody of the windchimes swaying slightly to herself, closing her eyes. When she opened them she saw the man looking at her, and smiled a bit. "You must think I'm insane, but you must be pretty insane too, to know my sister. So in theory, we're the same amount of insane since we both know my sister."

Jeff would've blinked in confusion if he had eyelids. He wasn't sure what she was talking about, other than the part where she described Imani's face. He watched her pet Smile as he struggled to think of what to say. Finally, he settled on a simple question.

"What's your name?"

She giggled, continuing to run her fingers through the dogs fur.

"I have many names. The woman in the woods, the woman in white, the wanderer... but most call me Isabis." She hummed as she ran her fingers through the husky-esque dogs fur, gently singing a melody her mother had taught her and her sister in her ghostly voice that flowed around the clearing. "What's your name?" She tsked at him as she went to say his name, wagging a finger at him. "I know who you are, Jeff. The forever-smiling man my sister loves. The spirits whisper your name to me. I wasn't talking to you." She looked at the dog affectionately, scratching behind his ear as she did so, "I was talking to you. What's your name, little one?"

Smile whined before giving his name quickly in English. Then the canine went back to Jeff, nuzzling his best friend's hand as he took a seat next to the vigilante.

"Isabis," Jeff repeated to himself. He was just trying to make sure he had the name right, but the way she looked at him left him trying to think of something to say in addition to it. She had a powerful presence about her, and it felt almost wrong to call her attention without reason.She nodded,

"That's me." She patted her stomach, "and this is Ode." As though the unborn child sensed that she was being talked about, she rammed a tiny foot into the walls of her mothers womb, pushing against it so hard that you could see the imprint through the woman’s dress. Isabis let out an airy chuckle, "She likes you." She stood, basically drifting towards the man, her dress flowing behind her as she towered over him. "Be kind to my sister. She may not show it but she's fragile... and if you hurt her..." she smiled at him, her eyes screwing up and resembling her sisters dorky smile, "I will crush you and everything you hold dear."

The words sent chills down Jeff's spine. He had no doubt that Isabis would carry through with that threat. But he had nothing to worry about; he didn't ever plan on hurting Imani. Before he could vocalize this, the woman turned and walked back the way she came, leaving him there to be confused and unnerved. Smile whined and tugged on his sleeve, and eventually they turned to head back home themselves.

#ask the good creeps #ask creepypasta #creepypasta

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reylo-solo · 6 years

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Early in the Morning

Based off the following prompts I received:

(This fic is not overtly smutty, just fyi! Still probably shouldn’t get caught reading it at work, tho)

Rey awoke with an unceremonious snort and full-body twitch, blinking her eyes open to a room softly lit in pre-dawn hues of purple and shadowy blue. She stretched her legs and toes beneath the blanket and rolled over, ready to fall back asleep. But something stopped her. A dark, hulking figure hidden away in the shadows. She jolted up with a surprised shriek, cursing and grasping for her lightsaber under her pillow.

“I thought we were past the whole wanting to kill me thing,” Kylo remarked snidely as he came into the light. He wore no shirt and his hair was a tousled mess. He blinked sleepily, stifling a yawn as he took a seat in a wooden chair to observe her.

“What are you doing here?” Rey demanded, rubbing her eye. “And you’re half-naked again. It’s far too early for this, Ben…”

“Do you know you snore?” Kylo said, completely ignoring her comments. “Quite loudly, actually. And, oh—” He inclined his chin, casting his eyes down at her pillow. “—it seems you drool, too.”

Rey unconsciously wiped her mouth on the back of her sleeve and pulled her pillow behind her some. Heat blossomed in her face.

“Were you dreaming about me?” Kylo asked in that teasing, overly-confident way of his, twitching a questioning brow. “You can be honest, I don’t mind.”

“What? No! Get stuffed.” Rey rolled her eyes and laid down once more, this time turning her back to him. Maybe if I stay like this long enough he’ll just go away.

“I only ask because it was you who brought me here,” Kylo went on. “So you must have been thinking about me, consciously or not…”

Rey raised her head, unable to go on ignoring him. “What do you mean I brought you here?” she asked stonily.

“I was asleep, minding my own business, and I woke up to a very strange feeling. Almost like I was being pulled out of my own body. Which, in a way, was exactly what happened. The next thing I know, I’m here, listening to you snore away—”

“Okay, but that doesn’t answer my question,” Rey interrupted, not necessarily wanting another reminder of her embarrassing sleeping habits.

“The only reason I’m here is because you summoned me here,” Kylo said. “So you must have been dreaming about me, see?”

Rey flushed a deep shade of pink, hastily looking away from him to try and hide it. The truth was beginning to come back to her now. She had been dreaming of him, and it had been quite weird. At first it was just flash images of his face. But then things had transformed, and she could feel him. Without hesitation she had reached out for him. When they joined hands this time, though, they didn’t stop there. In her dream, Rey had kissed Kylo, and with pleasure. The painful ache of embarrassment settled in her stomach like a lead weight and she just thanked the Maker he hadn’t witnessed her dream, too.

“Ah, you were,” Kylo nodded sagely, barely concealing a cocky smirk. “That’s gotta be pretty weird for you.”

“Even if it is, I’m afraid you’re the last person I care to talk about it with.” With a bit more violence than what was necessary, she fluffed her pillow. “Anyway, I’m done dreaming about you now. You can leave.”

“Are you just going to wake me up again if I do?” Kylo asked.

“I don’t know! I hope not.”

“Hm.”

Rey shut her eyes and tried to fall asleep. It was hopeless. The entire time, she could feel him behind her. She could sense the smug grin on his face. Her heart began to race in her chest and her hands clenched into fists against her body. After several minutes of this ongoing struggle and uncomfortable intimacy, she flipped back around and sat straight up, glaring at him.

“Why are you still here?” she snapped.

He flicked those dark eyes up to her and she noticed not a trace of hardness within them. They were soft, affectionate even, and it startled her to see them like that. This was a man she had always considered to be made of ice; his emotions were nonexistent. But the way he looked at her stole her breath away for a moment. There wasn’t even the shadow of a devious smile on his pouty lips.

“Because I want to be,” Kylo answered bluntly, resting his chin on his forearm atop the backrest of the chair.

“You…what?” Rey sputtered.

“I’ve realized I quite enjoy it here, with you,” he replied. His every word was cut from silk. “It’s peaceful. Or it was, when you were snoring.”

“You were just making fun of me for snoring.”

“I was only teasing. It’s charming.”

Rey huffed. “Well I don’t find you very charming, in any sense of the word.”

“Oh, don’t you?” Kylo raised his eyebrows playfully. “Should I try harder?”

“If you’ve already been trying, I’d hate to see what your definition of ‘harder’ is.” Rey scoffed, folding her arms across her chest. She realized with another pang of embarrassment that she was wearing only her bedclothes, which consisted of a ratty off-white sleeping gown and nothing else. And there was a chill in the room that morning.

“I could show you,” Kylo murmured temptingly.

“I don’t think that’s necessary,”

“Are you sure?”

They sat in silence for a beat, staring at each other with a mixture of contempt and curiosity. Dawn had broken and the steadily rising sun brought hints of soft yellow and deep pink into the room. The light caught Ren’s eyes, making them shimmer a gorgeous whiskey colour. Rey felt as though she was falling into them.

Rey cleared her throat. “Yes, I’m sure…”

“You paused.”

“What?”

“You paused. Before you answered. You were considering it.”

“I…I was not! You are mad!”

Ren laughed. It was an oddly pleasing sound; not at all what Rey had been expecting. Where she had been looking for more of a barking, humourless laugh, she found one that was playful and warm.

“I can feel it, you know,” he said idly. “I can feel your desire.”

Rey brought her knees in to her chest, crossing her ankles. “What desire? The only desire I have is to go back to sleep.”

“There’s something else,” Ren observed, getting off his chair and walking slowly across the room, away from her. “Something more…primal. I feel it, too.”

Rey silently observed the toned musculature of his back and shoulders. Her eyes fell from the jutted curve of his shoulder blades, down the gentle slope of his spine. She swallowed, trying to restore some moisture to her suddenly dry mouth.

“I don’t know what you mean.” She said quietly, absolutely knowing what he meant.

Ren turned around, observing her from the door. His eyes pierced straight through her, alarming her. What was he searching for? The truth? Semi-consciously, she lowered her gaze to her bruised knees, just peeking out beneath the hem of her nightgown. Maybe if he couldn’t see her face he wouldn’t discover what she was really thinking.

“I think you do.”

He extended a hand to her, carefully encroaching on the bed. As if pulled by the hands of spirits, Rey skidded down to the end of the bed with an alarmed squeak, dragging the sheets with her. Ren’s legs were flush against her shins now as he stood at the foot of the bed and when she caught his eye she found him looking down at her with sensual intensity. She matched it somehow, unable to pull her gaze away from his. Silently, he knelt down until they were face-to-face, mere inches apart. The delicate touch of his finger brushing away a strand of hair from her cheek made her shiver noticeably, although her body felt about ten degrees too hot.

Neither of them spoke at first. Instead they opted for a silent battle of willpower, staring one another down and admiring small physical traits that had previously gone unnoticed: a freckle here, a small white scar there. They both moved with such easy fluidity, enjoying the temptation of lingering stares and soft, gentle touches. Rey felt as though her heart was going to beat out of her chest when her eyes fell to his mouth. Slightly parted, his full lips drew her in. They looked soft and needy, having gone years without any affection. She suddenly wanted nothing more than to feel them upon her own skin.

“Ben,” she whispered.

“Mm?” Kylo purred, tracing an idle line below her collarbone.

“Kiss me.” She requested.

Kylo’s stare followed the slow curve of her lower lip. “Oh…” he breathed.

It was like two magnets finally coming together. Something clicked into place. Rey’s fingers tangled themselves in his hair as the tip of his nose tickled her cheek. Kylo gave a shuddering breath as he leaned into her, reclining her onto the mattress with delicate ease. One of his warm hands slid up the outside of her leg, past her knee, pulling the hem of her nightgown up to her hip as it went. Her skin felt soft and supple, warm and inviting. He wanted to memorize every curve and line, as though she was a newly discovered portion of the galaxy and he was the explorer.

The coming-together of their bodies and souls was a euphoric experience. In that moment they felt utterly complete and no longer alone. They had found their sense of purpose and their destiny in one another. All the lingering, haunting questions of the past and present faded away, if only for a little while, leaving them nothing but each other to concern themselves with.

Kylo was surprisingly careful, following Rey’s prompts and movements with relish. When he had pulled her thin nightgown over her head and discarded it on the floor, he had sat kneeling before her, staring with an entrancing emotion to his eyes.

“What?” Rey asked. “What is it?”

“Nothing,” Kylo said softly, shaking his head. “You’re just…the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” Indeed, the warm glow of her naked body, enhanced by the orange glow of the sunrise, was even more entrancing than the chaotic combustion of a star.

Rey flushed at his compliment and brought him closer, eager to reclaim the warmth and feel of his body. They fell into each other fast, completely ensconced in their own little world. The Force curled around them like a protective cage, its bars designed for protection and intimacy. The mere fact that they were able to feel each sensation provided by the other person even though they were separated by a vast open stretch of space was as confusing as it was incredible. The Force was bringing them closer and closer together in an emotional and physical way. They were helpless to resist it.

Kylo hung around for a few hours afterwards and just laid with her, his arms around her as her head rested against his chest. They floated in and out of consciousness, quietly soaking up the comfort provided by their closeness, as the sun filled the room with powerful golden light. Eventually Rey drifted off to sleep for an unknown period of time and when she woke, he was gone. A hollow chill swept through her. She found herself wanting him there, really there, but that couldn’t happen. Not yet, anyways. Ren still wanted her to rule the galaxy with him, and she still wanted him to turn for her. Neither one of them were budging on that disagreement just yet.

When she finally got dressed and stretched her sore limbs, she shuffled downstairs where she found Leia, Luke, and Chewie quietly conversing over coffee.

“Good morning,” she said warily, clearing her throat. She went straight for the hot, delicious-smelling liquid and poured herself a generous cup. When she turned around, mid-sip, she locked eyes with General Organa, who was looking at her strangely.

“Well, good morning,” Leia said briskly. “How do you feel?”

Rey thought this an odd question but brushed it off, simply replying, “Great.”

“I guess you should feel great,” Leia remarked with a smile. “If I’m not mistaken, you had quite the lovely morning.”

Rey choked into her mug, splashing hot coffee back onto her face and onto the floor. Sputtering, she wiped it off with a hasty shirt sleeve. Luke and Chewie both stood up and left at this turn of events, muttering something about power converters.

When Rey could breathe normally once more, she choked, “W-what did you say?”

Leia chuckled and stood up, walking over to Rey and squeezing her shoulder affectionately. “It’s quite alright. I could sense Ben so I woke up and went looking for him. But don’t worry, as soon as I figured out what was going on I left you two to your privacy. It’s quite the powerful connection you have, you know.”

Rey’s entire body flushed red. She gasped and stammered, unable to string two words together. Leia smiled pleasantly.

“Sorry, my dear. I couldn’t resist. Every now and then a princess likes to tease.”

And with that, she was gone, leaving Rey breathless and reeling in the kitchen.

#reylo #reylo fanfic #my fic #kylo x rey #tlj

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peter-pan-hoe · 6 years

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Cupcake

Reader is a new york based vigilanti , enhanced stength with cat-like reflexes and agility. She knows someone’s beeen tailing her for a few weeks but she doesn’t know that it’s the avengers.

(reposted from my old Avengers blog)

Stressful intoductions to the tea. Eventual pairing. Not sure with who tho…

Lemme know what y'all think. Feedback is always appreciated.

Warnings: swearing, violence, biker gang activity?? waking up strapped to a bed???? Probably spellinng mistakes my laptop is old and shitty and doesn’t do the red underline thingy

Part 2 is a go.

Word count: 1,467

After stopping some idiots from shooting up a gas station, I decided to head to the only place I would find a snack and some friends that were still awake at this hour.

Walking down the alley that leads to the biker bar Iike, I could sense someone following me, just like I had been able to the past however many nights.

Just like the other times I sense someone following me, I ignored it as to not let them on to the fact I knew they were there.

I Reached the large door at the end of the alley with the huge pit bull painted on it.

“Heya Cupcake,” Batch called to me when I walked in. “You want your usual?”

“Yes please!” I grinned at the offer, forgetting about whoever was following me.

He reached behind the bar and pulled out a container of his wifes homemade cupcakes.

“Here y'are sweetheart,” he pulled out a cupcake with green icing and rainbow spinkles.

“Hey man whats with the little princess?” an unfamiliar voice sneered from the end of the bar.

There were a few hoots and warning snarls from the men and women who knew me.

“You should be nice to our little princess,” Batch warned the man as he handed me the cupcake on a little blue plastic plate..

“Thanks Batch,” I smilked as I swiped my finger through the icing and licked it off.

The man scoffed.

“She’s a fuckin’ kid Batch,” he snapped. “What’s she doin in a place like this?”

He scooted closer to me as the bar went quiet.

“Huh princess?” he spat.

“Careful Nicky,” Batch said.

A few of the others hand gotten up from their seats and started to circle around ‘Nicky’

“It’s arlgiht fellas,” I giggled as I put down my cupcake.

“Is it?” Nicky’s lips pulled up to the side in a gross smile.

“This has been my place a lot longer than it has been yours,” I smiled sweetly at the man. “First of all, I’m older that I look,”

“And tougher!” Mad Dog called from the bad, earing a few cheers.

“And second,” I turned in my bar stool so I was facing Nicky properly. “I’m guessing you don’t know who I am?”

There was a round of laughs from the boys as Nicky looked at me. I could see in his face he recognised me but it was like he couldnt place it.

“Should I?” he tilted his head to the side.

“NoI guess not,” I chuckled, sliding down from my seat.

Nicky did the same and stood at least a foot taller than me.

“It’s okay though,” I smiled up at him. “Not a lot of people know my name,”

I pulled my mask from my pocket.

The leather of the black cat-like face shined in the dim light.

Nicky looked at me in shock as he realised.

“Y-you,” he stammered.

Batch chuckled to himself from behind the bar.

These bikers were my family, and so the regulars in the Pit Den allknew about me.

“You’re that Cat idiot that’s been running round the city messin’ up crooks,” he looked at me with wide eyes. “You’re the Kitten,”

I couldn’t help myself.

A loud, surprised laugh fell from my mouth.

“The Kitten?” I said between laughs. “That’s what they’re calling me? Oh god that’s so lame! It makes me sound like a stripper,”

This got a round of laughs from those in the bar.

“Y'know I hadn’t thought up a name yet,” I shoved my mask back in my pocket. “Oh hey Batch?”

“Yeah baby?” he looked up from what he was doing behind the bar.

I smiled at the pet name.

“I haven’t said hi to my boys yet,” I looked around for the dogs but they must have been in the back room.

“Yeah Nicky here has something against pits,” Batch shook he head with a laugh.

“Pfft,” I scoffed at the angry looking man “Asshole,”

“I heard you got a bounty over your head,” he chuckled. “I suggest you speak nicer or I’ll have to turn you in,”

Before he could even move I reached up and grabbed him by the back of his shirt, swiping a kick under on of his legs and broguht his face down onto the bar.

“You know who’s been followning me?!” I pressed down hard so his head was being crushed into the bar.

“Jesus bitch calm down!” he snapped. “Batch get her the hell of me!”

“Nah man Imma leave her to her business,” Batch chuckled. “Ain’t no one gonna try stop her from doin’ anything,”

Suddenly the door was blown in. All the people in the bar stood up and started shouting. I stepped back from Nicky and did as the others had done and took up a defensive stance.

“Y/n Y/l/n!” someone called fromt eh group of people in the doorway that looked a lot like a S.W.A.T team. “We need you to come with us!”

“The hell she does!” batch shouted, grabbing his baseball bat from behind the bar.

“Batch it’s okay,” I said calmly.

“Looks I don’t need to turn you in anyhow,” Nicky sneered. “They’re coming of they’re own accord,”

“Man shut the fuck up,” I turned fast and punch him in the throat.

There was a few cheers from the bar goers and some warning calls from the strange people in the doorway while Nicky stumbled back choking and gasping.

“Shoot her,” one of the S.W.A.T members called.

“What the fuck,” Batch breathed. “Listens asshats, you can’t just come up in my bar and start threatening my regulars,”

There was a soft pop! and a sharp pinch in the side of my neck.

My bision started blurring and the last thing I remember was falling to the ground and hearing the dogs in the back room barking loudly.

“I know she’s a wild card but did you have to sedate her?” a stern male voice spoke.

I opened my eyes but immediately regretted the action when the bright white LED lights felt like someone poured acid direcly onto my retinas.

I squeezed my eyes shut straight away and tried to focus on the people speaking.

“Hey I didn’t do anything!” a female voice responded. “I was in the alley with Barton! Tony never tells us anything properly it’s not my fault that we brought her in like this,”

“I know,” the first voice replied. “But i’m still confused as to why Tony hired a recon teamto go with you two anyway. Together you’re like an entire force I didn’t see a need for it. And you guys didn’t end up doing anything anyway,”

I groaned as I pulled my arm up to cover my eyes and foudn I couldn’t.

I begrudgingly opened my eyes again and saw leather straps around my wrists and ankles, and a strap over my chest like a hazardous mental patient.

“Hey,” the male voice drew my attention to the two people in the doorway of the small metal room I was in. “She’s awake,”

The man was tall, and ripped. Like holy crap what were they feeding him? His face contradicted his body. His body was huge and tough and terrifying but he had a cleanly shaven angular face with birght blue eyes, topped with short dirty blond hair. He was dressed plainly in a pair of dark blue jeans and a grey t-shirt that must’ve been 3 sizes too small.

The woman by his side was stunning yet intimidating. Her hourglass figure was in a skin tight black combat suit and her vigrant red curls hung around her small pixie-like face.

They stepped into the room and I panicked.

I broke through the bindings on my ankles and flipped my legs over my head and pulled, snapping the strap across my chest at the buckle on the side. I flipped back over and slipped my legs undermyself and got into a crouched position from which I stood,on hand slipped out of the restrains and the other I tore through the leather with my teeth.

I jumped down from the shitty metal cot they had me on and took a defensive stance in the far corner of the room.

“Damn,” the redhead mused. “I couldn’t have done it better myself… Well maybe a little,”

“Shut it Nat,” the man sighed. Then he held up his hands before him to show he wasn’t a threaty. “It’s alright Y/n. You’re safe,”

“I don’t think she belives you,” ‘Nat’ said monotonously. “Not after the way she woke up. I mean- I would be freaked out and untrusting too,”

“Y/n, please,” he spoke softly, ignoring the woman. “My name’s Steve,”

The woman chuckled and crossed her arms over her chest.

“Welcome to the Avengers Compound,”

#avengers #avenger x reader

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charlotte-hepburn · 4 years

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WHO: Jace Kingston { @jacekingston } & Charlotte Hepburn WHERE: 107 Sky Lounge. WHEN: Sunday afternoon. TW: Mentions of overdose & drug abuse.

CHARLOTTE.

charlotte wasn’t the biggest fan of heights but yet there she was up in the sky lounge in her high heels and summer dress which of course was pink and white. she pulled her curly hair to the side and walked in the place. her eyes scanned for ivy or someone she really talked too. her blue eyes caught sight of jace and she walked over, without thinking she took a hold of his arms. “hi, i don’t like this.” she think she would be used to it because of flying but the thought being in this tall building with rides on top made her feel in uneasy but once she got closer to him, she felt more comfortable. “sorry, “ she looked up at him.

JACE.

Jace picked at his food as he stood there watching the world. He was doing okay being around the all the drunks and all the drinking and all the down right sin that called for his attention. He snapped out of his buy the sudden grab and familiar voice. He let out a airy laugh. "I know you don't." he said softly "Why are you sorry?

CHARLOTTE.

charlotte wrapped her arm around his arm, getting closer to him. “because i just kind of grabbed you,” she told him. when she was around him, she felt at peace and she knew she was safe. “well not kind of, i did grab you,” she hummed out. charlotte was wondering how he was doing with the alcohol around him. “how are you doing? you know with everything around you?” she questioned him, moving over to sit down at a table near by. “are you okay?” charlotte wanted to make sure that he was doing okay, she worried.

JACE.

He shrugged at her reasoning. It was her; why would he mind at all. He was just happy she was still willing to be in his life. After everything he did. He didn’t deserve this but he wasn’t gonna start that conversation. “I’m........okay.” He said as they sat down together. “It’s.....it’s like have a war going on in your head....between who you were and who you are.” He said looking at his hands for a moment before looking back at her. “I’m fine tho....”

CHARLOTTE.

charlotte knee this was going to be tough but she was never going to back down or walk away from jace. she loved him. the good and the bad, it was who he is and she loved it. the blonde stood quiet while he spoke, she couldn’t imagine what he was going through but she was glad he was opening up and telling her how he felt. “i can’t even imagine what that war is like in your head,” she said softly. she reached over and took his hands in her soft ones, her thumb running over his skin gently. “jace, i’m so proud of you and how far you have come. you truly amaze me,” she told him, looking up at him, meeting his gaze with a warm smile.

JACE.

“It’s.....it a interesting place to be.” He said looking at their hands as the spoke. Slowly shaking his head. “No. Don’t....don’t be proud of me. Or at least don’t tell me you are.” He said meeting her eyes. “Everyone else can be proud of me but what I need from you is....is probably be the hardest critic on me. Your opinion is the most important thing to me so I need it to be hard. I need you to make me work for your attention and love. For the right to look at you across the room and tell someone that’s my wife.” Jace said

CHARLOTTE.

“i could only imagine,” she replied back while she kept running her thumb over his inked skin. her eyes flickered up to him when he told her not be proud of him. she listened to what he was really telling her and her heart raced when those words slipped through his lips. she could recall when he said he wasn’t going to get married ever. “jace,” charlotte started to say but she was so caught up in the moment, she couldn’t find the words to speak. she squeeze his hands gently. he already had her heart, her love, she loved him with her whole begin. “i don’t know what to say but i love you,” she hummed out gently.

JACE.

He watched her, letting the moment settle. “I know. I know you do and there’s little I can do to destroy it. And we both know I tried real hard...” he said thinking about how past. “But that’s exactly why I need you to be hard on me. Because I did nothing but try and destroy it. I don’t deserve this. I don’t deserve you, Charlotte.” Jace told her. “I don’t want to become that man again and I’ve gotten better, I know I have.....but you just letting me get by like I did nothing wrong is gonna hurt both of us....”

CHARLOTTE.

charlotte’s blue orbs scanned over his face while he spoke. she could recall the past moments from their relationship that ended and now they were here. he was right, he tried to destroy it from the start and she pushed through it. she nodded her head, listening to his words. “do you want me to tell you how i felt when you called me those names? how scared i was when i found you on the floor in our bedroom? how i knew things were bad but i was terrified of what you were gonna say? i cried so much after you left,” she admitted to him.

JACE.

“Yes actually I do.” He said sounding very open to the idea. “Because we’re not gonna get better.” Jace leaned back in his chair a bit relaxed. He’d always been bluntly honest with everyone but never with himself. And he never let himself be open to others before.

CHARLOTTE.

“honestly and being open is going to make things stronger and better for us,” charlotte nodded her head in agreement. the woman let go of his hands so that she was able to push her hair from her face since she had it down. “first i think we should have done this awhile ago,” she told him. “but anyways, it’s better late than never, ya know? well, um,” she clasped her hands together, looking down at them. “when you used to call me stupid, i believe you called me an idiot once or twice. i really felt like i was stupid, it really hurt me all the things you would tell me. i remember the first time you ever said it to me, i wanted to cry but my stomach turned and my heart sank.” she admitted to him. “i did want to confront you after darla’s welcome home party but i was terrified that you were going to call me names or say that i pushed you into this. that’s always something i think about is that i did this,” charlotte kept her eyes down on her hands. “when i found you on the floor in the bedroom, i never been more scared in my lifetime to be honest with you, there was moments when you just looked.. dead and i really thought you were. i was mortified that leo would walk in and see you like that. the sight of you laying there so lifeless, so still, my heart felt like it was constantly breaking and when you woke up and you were telling me all these things, i just felt so useless.”

JACE.

Jace listened to her speak. Staying silent. He took in every word, ever moment. He knew he caused her pain and was actually glad to hear it because she wasn’t keeping it in any more. When she spoke about finding him, he couldn’t imagine how she felt. “I can’t tell you I’m sorry because that’s not enough. I don’t know what is enough. Nothing in my eyes except me doing whatever I can to make you happy everyday of my goddam life

CHARLOTTE.

charlotte stared at her hands until he spoke. she never really told anyone how she felt. she has always put on his brave and happy face and smile, she felt like she was playing a character sometimes. lottie was indeed always happy, cheerful, lovable person and when she was upset she kept it on even when she was hurting inside. "i know that but i also know that you mean sorry as well. what we went through was hell with it all, we had small good times, i cherish those," she said to the man before her. her blue eyes flickered back up to meet his eyes. "jace, you're on the right path and you continue to heal and love yourself, is truthfully making me happy. i love to see the light in your eyes, you look so healthy and happy. i know you'll be even happy when you see all of our monsters. be the father and the lover you always wanted to be."

JACE.

“Well....I hope I can begin to make the good moments out way the bad.” He said simply as he folded his arms on the table. “I don’t think I’ll ever fully heal but....I know I’ll get to a place where I can be out at a bar and you don’t have to worry about me.” He looked around at everyone before looking back at her. “Our family will be whole someday soon. We’ll get married. Get a big house. Try not to fill it with more kids then we can count. Which.....probably won’t happen and will have to have two houses.”

CHARLOTTE.

charlotte smiled as he spoke, she could let lost in his voice and his eyes. she nodded her head. "i know, i know you can do it. i've always believed in you, i still believe you could do this," she told him. she had totally forgotten everyone was here and they were up in the air in some restaurant and bar. her eyes looked back as he spoke about the future he wanted with her. her smile grew, she could feel tears pool her eyes. "i'm counting down the days and it'll be the perfect life, the perfect wedding, and our bodies just.. were like 'here is the twins.'" she laughed lightly, shaking her head. "we're really fertile, aren't we?" she scrunched up her nose, giggling.

JACE.

“I clearly am. Twins run real strong on my side. Like who has twins back to back?” He said shaking his head. “But sorry love. If you want a life with me get ready for like 6 more kids at least.” Jace let out a small chuckle. “Also I Hope I don’t have you counting to many days.”

CHARLOTTE.

"they really do," mused out charlotte while she pushed her hair to the side. "your mom was one incredible woman to do that," she told her with a small nod. the woman let out a small laugh and she nodded her head. "i'll start ordering bunk beds for them all," winked the singer but her smile came back a soft one. "you're worth the wait, i promise."

JACE.

He smiled. “Yeah.....she really was.” He hummed softly to himself before looking back at her. Laughing lightly. “Nah. Two houses. All the kids who can go potty on their own and now how to safely use the microwave in one house with Darla in control. The others in our house. Trust me I have this all worked out.”

CHARLOTTE.

"oh god, darla is gonna run that house with a iron fist," she laughed, shaking her head. "i can see that, all those blonde and dark head kids running around and doing jumps and flips. i can see it already, it's going to be fun," she told him, her smile clear as the day itself.

JACE.

Jace sat back in his chair. Letting out a soft sigh. “Completely regret letting that part of my life go.” He said. “Well no that’s a lie because I wouldn’t have this life. I wouldn’t have met you....But I miss it. I miss Darla and I seeing who can rest there feet on the top of there head longer. I’m so out of practice I’d bust my ass doing a cartwheel.”

CHARLOTTE.

charlotte knew and she's heard it that he missed it, she could his eyes light up when he talks about it. "it's okay, i know. we all have them but the path you went led you to new things like traveling the world, gaining best friends, inspiring many people and of course the girls who love you," she winked a him playfully. "i know you miss it but if you went that way, you're right, there wouldn't a us, no babies, no love between us." she laughed at a memory that popped into her head. "i remember. i remember when i went to your house to tell you i was pregnant with caden and darla answered the door in a handstand and you two were having a competition." August 10, 2020

JACE.

He shrugged. "Yeah but maybe I should I go back to it. I think I'm done.....Maybe. I think the life I had just fueled the drug and alcohol addiction." he said shrugged again and looked over at her. "Yeah we had a lot of good time. I can't wait to do that a again. Get back to teaching Leo and all the kids. When there old enough that is. "

CHARLOTTE.

��whatever you want to do with that side of you, i’m here for it, if it makes you happy, love,” mused the blonde, looking over at him with a smile on her glossy lips. she knew he loved it, that’s why she gave him that metal one day, awhile back. “oh leo, that shy little one. i’m glad he’s open up to me but i know he misses you more than anything.” she told him.

JACE.

“Yeah....” he said softly. He could have been a Olympics gold medals. He had endless awards got his skills that he pushed aside when One Direction happened and he never looked back. He was probably to old to complete now because they want the young stars but still. “I’m glad he’s open up now. I knew he would he just needs time too.

CHARLOTTE.

charlotte reaches over and took his hands in hers again and gave him a small squeeze of reassurance. “i can’t wait til we go home and you can see them all and start the life of happiness and love,” she brought his hand up to her cheek and kissed it from the side gently.

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i-write-to-forget-my-woes · 7 years

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Cupcake

Reader is a new york based vigilanti , enhanced stength with cat-like reflexes and agility. She knows someone’s beeen tailing her for a few weeks but she doesn’t know that it’s the avengers.

Stressful intoductions to the tea. Eventual pairing. Not sure with who tho…

Lemme know what y'all think. Feedback is always appreciated.

Warnings: swearing, violence, biker gang activity?? waking up strapped to a bed???? Probably spellinng mistakes my laptop is old and shitty and doesn’t do the red underline thingy

Part 2 is a go.

Word count: 1,467

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