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kayfabebabe · 11 months

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Kaleidoscope Eyes

This is for @regalityandcoffee and nobody else

For the past couple of months, I’ve really been struggling with writing burn-out and I’ve been trying to take a lowkey break. However, this popped into my head after a conversation with Ana and I had to write it before my motivation disappeared. So enjoy?

(Plus I’m very sorry for any spelling mistakes - It’s literally 4am here.)

William Regal X Female Reader WARNINGS - NSFW. Spicy. Semi-public sex. This is actual filth. Possessive behaviour. Accidental voyeurism (?)

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“I’m sorry. I’m here with my...”

“Sunshine.”

Sweet relief. You tried your best not to immediately reach for William as he appeared at your side and glared down the length of his nose at your... friend. Truth be told, ‘friend’ was too strong of a word for this stranger standing in front of you. He had crept closer when William excused himself to the bathroom and, since then, you’d been politely listening to him boast about his business success. Something about this man seemed wrong. He didn’t notice the tension obvious in your body when his hand rested on your shoulder or as he leant too close to your ear.

William, however, had noticed.

On his way back from the bathroom, William caught sight of this unknown man standing barely an inch away from you. Something hot and ugly began to grow deep inside of his chest, threatening to break through his ribs and spill out in view of everyone. William would never admit to being a jealous man, but his actions spoke volumes. He quickly crossed the bar, tangled emotions driving him forward until he was beside you and he could slip an arm around your waist. If William’s hold was slightly tighter than normal, you didn’t complain.

“I don’t believe that we’ve been introduced.”

There was venom laced in William’s words despite the smile lifting the corners of his mouth. A stark contrast that silently told the stranger to back off which he, thankfully, heard and quickly scurried away. The simple presence of William had calmed the building anxiety in the pit of your stomach. You tucked yourself securely against William’s side and stretched up to peck a kiss to his cheek, one hand trailing down his chest.

“My knight in sh-...”

Your words are cut off by strong fingers gripping your chin and pulling you into a rough kiss. It’s possessive and heated. Any thought in your mind quickly dissolves into a pleasant static as you try to push closer to William, hands sneaking under his suit jacket. The kiss skates the fine line of becoming too harsh as William nips at your bottom lip then soothes the spark of pain with his tongue. You lose yourself entirely. Even when William breaks the kiss, you feel as if you’re floating above your body and the only thing stopping you from crashing back to Earth is the hand beneath your chin.

William asks you a question, but you nod your head without hearing it and you allow him to lead you away from the main bar. If you were more coherent then you might’ve thought about the consequences of leaving the event early like this. It seemed important at the start of the evening. Less than a minute later, you were being dragged into a small bathroom then crowded against the door and William’s mouth was pressed urgently against yours. You fall, deeper and deeper, into the clouds of desire fogging your mind.

Desperation sits heavy in William’s lower stomach when he blindly guides you over to the sink counter. You followed without hesitation. Neither of you give a second thought about locking the door or the possibility of being overheard by someone walking by. All that mattered was each other. Your fingers tug insistently at William’s shirt until he spins you on the spot and presses himself against your back. After all of this time, William still marvels at how beautiful you look in these moments. Maybe you’ll let William record you someday. He watches his own hand reach beneath the hem of your dress, bunching up the loose material around your waist, then slip into your underwear.

“W-William…”

“Eyes open, Sweetheart.”

As soon as your gaze lands on the mirror in front of you, a high-pitched moan falls from your lips and your hips jerk forward. Fuck. Your reflection is a picture of pure debauchery. A dark blush is spread across your cheeks with your mouth hanging open and your thighs are already trembling. Behind you stands William, nearly a head taller than you and eyes dark as his fingertips draw feather-light shapes over your clit. Blindingly bright sparks of pleasure dance up the length of your spine.

It doesn’t take long for the itch under William’s skin to grow unbearable and he withdraws his hand, mesmerised slightly by the shine of your mess on his fingers. From a few kisses, you were already dripping for him. Unbelievable. With his clean hand, William unbuckled his belt and pulled his cock free as he bent you forward at the waist.

“Please... William, please!”

How could he deny you any longer? Tugging your underwear to the side, William teased the head of his cock over your clit before slowly pressing inside of you until his hips were flushed with your ass. Both of you took a moment in a futile attempt to catch your breath. A part of you felt like you couldn’t move, stretched and full, but you wanted - needed - to rock your hips or reach for William. Or anything. Everything began slowly as if you were moving through molasses. The deliberate roll of William’s hips set your nerves alight. It was too much and not enough at the same time.

Out of the corner of his eye, William saw the door pushed open and the stranger from earlier take a step into the bathroom before freezing on the spot. Anyone else would stop and hurry to cover themselves in embarrassment. However, that ugly feeling deep in his chest made his top lip lift in a snarl and his hips slammed harder against your backside. The sound that the new pace tore from you was borderline animalistic with your hands flying down to grab the edge of the counter and raised up onto your toes for some leverage. Barely a moment later, the stranger was hurrying off into the main bar again, red-faced and humiliated beyond reason. You didn’t notice at all.

“Fu-... Ah, Will… Pl-Please!”

All too soon, William felt that familiar heat building in his lower stomach so he reached between your thighs and roughly circled your clit. It’s just enough to… Your vision goes completely white as your mouth drops open in a silent scream and you throw your head back onto William’s shoulder. The universe screeches to a halt. The only thing that you can hear is the deafening thud of your heartbeat and the low, breathless grunts of your lover. It takes another handful of thrusts for William’s hands to clamp down on your hips and his cock to twitch inside of you. You make no effort to stop the pitiful whine that falls from your mouth at the sensation.

“Are you alright, Flower?”

“Mmph…”

The only response that you could muster was a sated smile over your shoulder to William that quickly morphed into a frown when he pulled out. You felt boneless. Most of your weight rested on the counter as there was no way that you could stand on your shaky legs without crumbling to the floor. That was… new. William was never shy about being rough during sex, but this time was different. It felt more… frantic. You remained on the counter whilst William cleaned his mess that had dripped down the back of your thighs and helped you to stand, leaning back heavily on his chest.

“I think that’s enough excitement for tonight...”

#The Human Writes #William Regal X Reader #Writing #Fanfiction #Spicy #Female Reader #This is just... filth #William Regal #Established Relationship #Sugar Daddy AU #(Ana - I hope it's okie that I used your tag for this)#Please read the warnings #Fanfic #I'm back on my writing bullshit #(Temporarily)

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wrenhyperfixates · 4 years

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Of All the Places

Chapter 5

Pairing: Loki x reader Series Summary: Washing up in a small town in Oklahoma was definitely not part of Loki’s plan when he came to conquer Midgard. There is one good thing about it, though: No one recognizes him as the one who just wreaked havoc in New York. So, Loki plans to recover from the battle and move on with his life. The only problem? He’s not sure he can leave you. Chapter Summary: The arrival of someone from your life before Loki knew you throws his head into a tailspin. He finally has to come face to face with his emotions. Chapter Warnings: a lot of sarcasm, tiny bit of angst, and fluff A/N: Thanks to everyone who’s been reading and/or chatting to me. I love hearing your thoughts on this, and I hope you enjoy the latest installment :) Updates every Friday.

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The sun beat down on Loki as he handed the carefully packaged eggs to the customer he was helping. It was the first time since his arrival on the farm that you were participating in a local farmer’s market, and he was doing his best to assist despite his less than ideal people skills.

“Have a nice day,” you called after the man as he walked away. “I’ll tell you one thing about your life, Loki. There is absolutely no way you worked in customer service.”

“No, I suppose not,” he agreed with a chuckle.

“Speaking of, you haven’t remembered anything else, have you?”

“I have not, but if I do, I promise you will be the first to know.”

“Mama’s not entirely wrong about the missing person ad,” Ana chimed in, taking the jam jar Matt had just picked up out of his hands. “It couldn’t hurt. Though I can think of a few reasons why you might not want to do it.”

Loki looked away as his cheeks flushed. He was thankful you were already with another customer by the time Ana made a little heart in the air around your heads. It seemed that she had gotten the same crazy idea that John had that he had fallen for you. If only they knew he was a god, then certainly they wouldn’t have reached such an outlandish conclusion. At least, he supposed, they did not know the true reason he wanted to avoid putting his picture out there, for if they did, he was sure they’d never look at him the same way again. Why that should even matter to him was one question he had yet to answer.

“Well, perhaps when Papa finds that camera,” Loki lied.

“Mhm. I’ll believe it when I see it.”

“Are you leaving?” Matt asked, tugging on Loki’s pants. “I don’t want you to.”

“I know, small one. Do not worry, I am staying put for now,” Loki said as he bent down to the boy’s height.

“Yay! More play time!”

“Indeed,” Loki laughed.

In the past few days, Papa had declared him an official farmhand and offered him a salary for his help. The trickster god declined at first, insisting that the lodgings and hospitality he’d been given were far more than enough. But, in the battle of the wills, Papa came out victorious, and Loki accepted a modest salary. His position, however, was little more than a glorified babysitter, not that he particularly minded. Everyone still seemed too nervous he was going to fall over and die at any given minute to assign him many real tasks. He still collected the eggs daily, and was being taught to milk the cows, along with a few other simple tasks. In addition, he was taking some cooking lessons with Papa. His attempt at pancakes did not go too well, but you reassured him it was a great first try, something that made him beam with pride.

One thing he wasn’t particularly fond of, however, was getting up so early. Though you’d all told him it was fine if he wanted to sleep in while he was still recovering, he felt bad to take you up on the offer. He was, after all, fully healed whether you knew it or not. And if he was accepting pay, he should have to be up as early as anyone else. Still, a part of him longed for his beauty sleep.

“Well, fancy running into you here,” a deep, unfamiliar voice said.

“Denzel?” you asked in a mix of shock and surprise. “Is that you?”

“Sure is, darlin’. Long time no see.”

“Uh, yeah. When did you get back?”

“Just last night. I was hoping to see you here. And it seems I’ve forgotten my manners. Who’s this?” he asked, nodding his head at the God of Mischief.

“Loki,” he replied, reluctantly extending his hand for a shake. “Charmed, I am sure.”

“Yeah, right. Nice to meet you, too. I’m Denzel. You new around here?” he questioned, sizing up Loki.

The raven haired god wasn’t exactly sure what it was about this man, but he rubbed him the wrong way. There was nothing particularly malicious about him, but the look in his eye sparked something in Loki’s chest. In a sudden panicked thought, he wondered if this Denzel person had recognized him. If so, he’d have to make a quick getaway, teleportation the only option. He wondered for a split second if he could grab your hand and take you with him, but he knew that wouldn’t be fair to you. Then again, nothing about this particularly was.

“Yes. You see, I have tragically lost my memory, but I was lucky enough to be taken in by this kind family,” Loki said.

“Interesting. But you remember your name?”

“Oh yes, I remember simple, everyday things, such as my name or, say, how to use a seatbelt. Something so simple surely would stay in everyone’s mind,” he joked, shooting a look at you as a huge smile made its way onto your face. You hid your laugh at the inside joke behind a hand. “Very odd how that works, isn’t it?”

“Yeah. Like I said, interesting. Anyway,” he changed the subject, turning to you, “I was hoping to talk. Do you think we could maybe take a quick walk?”

“Oh, I don’t know. Can you guys hold the fort down?”

“Of course, honey,” Ana said, giving your arm a quick squeeze. “Take your time.”

You were off before Loki had any time to protest, but he kept up a cool facade as the next customer walked up to the booth. Once he finished, he put his elbow on the table and, slumping down in defeat, rested his head in his hand.

“Who was that Denzel character, anyway?” he asked your sister as his nose involuntarily wrinkled in distaste.

“Listen, don’t tell them I told you this, but he’s their ex.”

“Well, what happened? Did he hurt them?” he further inquired, perking up at the new information.

“Distance, I guess. He was a great guy, really, but it just didn’t work out. He just finished studying to be a doctor, actually. So he might be back in town for good. But,” she added, noticing the disappointment etched onto Loki’s features, “that doesn’t mean they’re getting back together or anything. It’s been a while. I really do think they moved on.”

“Do you not have that saying here, though? Distance makes the heart grow fonder. Or something else equally ridiculous as that.”

“Well, yes, that is a saying. But not from here, as in Oklahoma here. It’s kinda well known.”

“I am aware. I just meant... Oh never mind!” he quit in exasperation, a mood Ana chalked up to Denzel’s sudden arrival.

Loki tried to use his height to his advantage and spot you in the crowd, but no such luck. You were too far gone, away with Denzel, your ex. Someone who, Loki had to admit, was very pretty and smart and charming. But certainly he—Loki of Asgard, God of Mischief and Lies, rightful heir to not one, but two thrones—was prettier than this mere mortal. And smarter than this insipid fool. And far more charming than this bumbling oaf. Right? Or was he truly just the cold, chaotic, horrific, monstrous villain so many thought he was? Though, really, why should any of it matter to him?

In that moment, the answer finally hit him. He could never acknowledge it, though. It would only lead to pain and heartache for all involved. Not to mention terrible danger for you. But, if he were to allow himself just one peaceful second of bliss, he could imagine he was not a god, not a fugitive, but just a simple man. Just someone who could be able to love you and provide for you without any complications from his past misdeeds. If he could allow that, then he would admit he had feelings for you. But he can’t so he won’t. He’d let his inner demons have their way and only ever admire you from afar, accepting your friendship for what it was and nothing more. Though, if you were to make the first move, then perhaps things would be different. That, however, was an entirely unlikely course of events.

“Loki? Are you oki doki?” Matt asked, looking up at him with puppy dog eyes. “Maybe you need a cookie.”

“I am fine, little one,” he said, laughing despite himself. “Thank you very much for asking.”

“Are you sure you don’t want a cookie?”

“Well, I suppose it could not hurt. What do you say? Would you like one?”

“Yes, please!”

You and Denzel reappeared just then, and Loki was suddenly very desperate to escape. He took Matt’s hand in his and informed Ana where he was off to with the child. She gave Loki a grateful smile for indulging her son and sent them on their way with a few dollars to purchase the sweets.

On the way to the booth with the most heavenly smell, Loki’s thoughts overtook him once again. He recalled his plan from when he’d first arrived; lie low and heal and then be off to Asgard. Off to claim the throne which technically should have been his. Really, it was not entirely his fault that his brother had been banished when the king fell into Odinsleep. And it wasn’t like he caused that either. No, his “father” confessed he’d been lying to him to all his life and then left him to deal with it by himself. And he was next in line for the throne at the time, but apparently he shouldn’t have taken it. Obviously, it was all perfect logic from the brain of Odin once again. And, yes, he would admit he made some mistakes. That was the sign of a true leader. But he was doing the best he could with the hand he’d been dealt. And perhaps the most frustrating part was he was starting to realize he liked this simple town better than any of that. That he didn’t actually want to leave, after all.

One short wait in line later, Loki pulled himself from the dangerous rabbit hole that was his mind. He ordered two cookies, pumpkin chocolate chip for Matt and a butter pecan one for himself. Then, on a whim, he also ordered a cup of hot apple cider for both you and Ana. Nothing for Denzel, though. If the Norns were smiling on him today, that man would already be gone by the time he got back. Gone as in away from the stand or out of the state didn’t really matter to Loki. Either worked for him.

“Surprise,” he whispered in your ear after sneaking up behind you. “Hot apple cider, on me.”

You graciously took the cup and passed one to Ana, too. Loki also offered you a piece of his cookie, which you gladly accepted. The brush of your fingers as he gave it to you had him shyly looking away. Ana took Matt off to the bathroom once he was done eating, leaving Loki alone with you for the first time that day.

“So, Denzel,” he nonchalantly started after you finished a transaction. “He seemed... Nice.”

“Oh, uh, yeah. He is.” You picked at a loose thread on your jacket as you figured out what else to say about him. “Ana told me that she let you know our history. He said he’s back now and strongly hinted at us getting back together, but I don’t know.”

“I see. Well, from what I hear, he’s an amazing guy, so you should go for it,” Loki dejectedly said, though he truly did want you to be happy. “If that is what you want, of course.”

“It’s not, though. At least, I don’t think it is. Don’t get me wrong, he is really great. But the spark’s just gone for me, you know?”

“I understand completely,” Loki replied, hope creeping into his heart. Even if you were not yet smitten with him, at least you were not still pining for your ex. “You are certainly under no obligation to be with him again.”

“Yeah, I know. I just feel bad.”

“Darling, look at me,” he said, taking your hand. “You should never feel bad about what, or rather who, you want or do not want. It is entirely up to you, no matter what anyone else says.”

The irony was not lost on Loki that he should be saying those words. Though, he had found it was a common theme among Midgardians to be good at giving advice but never apply it to yourself. So, if anything, he was just doing an impeccable job of blending in.

“Thanks, Loki. I needed that. Anyway, on a much lighter note, Matt really seems to love you. You’re great with kids.”

“Do you really think so?”

“Absolutely.”

He felt his cheeks go scarlet again, entirely too happy that you thought he was good with kids. For a brief moment, the idea of raising a child with you popped into his mind, but he shut it down before he tortured himself too much with something that could never be.

“Well, I thank you for the compliment, but if you do not mind, I need some fresh air for a second. Or space, I suppose,” he corrected, considering you were outside. “I’ll be back in a moment.”

“Ok. Talk to me if something’s bothering you?”

“Of course.”

He knew that was a lie, and he was sure that deep down you did, too. It was, in the grand scheme of things, a little white lie. It’s just that it felt like so much more than that. In some ways, he supposed it was.

As he walked out to the edge of the market, he thought he heard some thunder ominously booming in the distance. Or maybe that was just his imagination.

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