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You’re treating us so right with these Drabbles! 😩

Oeww what about writer’s choice for Rio with the words Energy, Replacement and Red? ♥️♥️

You are dangerous to my brain. It took everything in me to stop at 100 words. STOP THIS! Enjoy!

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When he pulled up to the bar I felt the energy shift. I hoped he would come. I prayed he would….shit. He’s looking right at me. Am I breathing? The lights in the place outlined his black-on-black aesthetic in red. DevilBoi. Demon.

Yes, please.

When he stood up I forgot to be coy, to pay it cool. When he sat next to me the music, the chatter, the clink of glasses…were all replaced by the rasp in his voice.

“What’s your name, sweetheart?”

I...Can’t…Look…Away. 

He held out his hand, I took it.

What choice did I have?

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So adorable! 🥺🥰🥺

Since I don’t wanna go all Rio on you, I’ll add manny to the mix as well! Either Rio or manny with Portrait, Rain and Love and perhaps some fluff?

Fluffy Manny? Um...yes please. Here ya go!

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The rain slashing the windows of the tattoo shop couldn’t suppress the joy of what was going on inside.  

Manny gripped the armrest a bit tighter when the needle returned to his skin. He breathed through his nose as the lines and shading became a face, hair…a smile.

Finished, he approached the mirror. Manny stared at the portrait done of his son - amazed by the intricate detail of his lips, his eyelashes. At three years old, the love he had for him was immeasurable. My boy.

Mounting his bike, he couldn’t wait to get home to show it to you.

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This was beautiful. ♥️

Since I probably wont get enough of these masterpieces what about another Rio writers choice? 😂🫠 Perhaps with the words Winter, Charm and Flashbacks?

*hugs self* Ugh! Again with words that tickle my brain. I love you. 💜💜 Let's get into something messy.

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Beth had sat across the street watching them, no…watching her. Rio laughed at something she said and she joined him, tossing back her perfect black curls, her breath a white puff in the winter air. He was all charm and soft smiles - attentive. Then Rio, the most secretive, private man she had ever met, wrapped his arms around her not caring who saw them.

The flashbacks hit her like fists as she lay in bed.

Who was she?

Did he love her?

She didn’t know…but the calls she had made to him that he didn’t answer spoke volumes.

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Holy fuck 🥵🥵 This one is way too good!

Hiii! I have no idea if I’m late to the anniversary party, ♥️♥️ I’m sorry if I am it’s been a little hectic lately, but if I’m not too late what about Enemies, Taste and Trouble with Rio? Also Writer’s choice. 😊

Aye! Aye! Aaaaaaye! Excellent word choices! So good that this is a DOUBLE DRABBLE!! 😜

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When Rio snatched her into the alleyway he wasn’t sure what would happen. But the way her eyes darkened - the way she didn’t fight him told him everything he needed to know.

“So, kiss me,” she taunted and he took what he wanted.

What he had always wanted.

He could taste the betrayal on her lips but still he couldn’t stop. His knuckles scraped the brick behind her head when he gripped her hair to gain access to her neck. Enemies didn’t smell like this - they didn’t feel like this.

The way she climbed him to wrap her legs around his waist, to be able to bite and suck, to leave her mark had him tearing at her panties. The long gasp she made when he sank into her promised to be trouble because he’d need to hear it again…and again. She muffled her cries into his neck, the vibration just added to the thrill of what they were doing - defying everyone for one moment of bliss.

Clutching at each other in an alley, in the dark, the spasms came and there was no undoing it. Panting, their eyes held the same question.

What price will we pay?

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Ugh think about having Rio as a temporary bodyguard 🫠🫠😩😩 it would make me behave so damn well as long as I get rewarded. 😂😮‍💨 he would make a perfect bodyguard too.

Anony? This is all your fault.

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Rio looked at his watch and straightened his shoulders again. He could see you getting more drinks delivered to your table from where he was positioned and his jaw clenched. The club you and your friends had chosen was mid-level at best. The kind that apparently some of Detroit's darlings liked to stop by to slum it every once in a while. Patrons had been crowding your area since you and your playmates had arrived, making a splash by ignoring the VIP section to sit in the middle of the chaos. It made his job harder but he set his opinions about your choices aside early on thinking... It going to be one of those nights.

As the servers deposited your drink orders, you scanned the room casually until you found him. Rio. The other security firms your father hired were all chiseled jawlines, earpieces and aviator glasses. You hated that they stuck out everywhere you went, drawing more attention to you. Didn't that kinda defeat the purpose? This new crew would melt into your surroundings so quickly that it was slightly disturbing. I guess Daddy is finally getting his money's worth.

From the corner of your eye, you could see him making his way down the steps he had been perched on, watching you like a hawk. Always watching. He had a whole team, but he never assigned any of them to you. It was always him.

His being employed by your father made you dislike him on sight. Slim and silent, always frowning, paid to be your shadow. What was he to you, other than a snitch? Your friends thought otherwise. They fell all over themselves the first time he arrived with you. 6'1", slim, onyx eyes, eyelashes women would kill for. If he had any tattoos, he kept them hidden by clothing, except one. The one on his neck. An intricately drawn bird with its wings spread wide. It was bold and unapologetic. Even in dress shirts the wings that stood above the collar, more than suggested that he had a past that explained how comfortable he was with a gun. In the last three weeks, he hadn't said much but you could always feel him around you. It was strange. New.

You took a quick look around, no longer able to find him in the shadows and bouncing lights so you returned to the rowdy conversations around you. But before you could wrap your fingers around the stem of your glass, he was standing next to you.

"Oh, look everybody!" You called attention to him just to watch his reaction. "The calvary is here! Sit with us!"

His poker face didn't change. Raising his voice for his rasp to be heard over the din, he said, "It's time to go."

You didn't even glance at your phone. Turning fully to look up at him, you arched a perfectly shaped eyebrow, "Says who? You?"

The giggles from the friends sitting nearest to you had Rio choosing his next words carefully. He acknowledged them with a nod but when he looked down at you there was no friendliness in his eyes.

"Your father expects you home by 2 am."

Taking a sip of your drink, you raise your glass to him in a mock toast. "He's not going to be there...why should I?"

"Maybe. Maybe not. Either way, he doesn't want you to be here."

"I know." You looked around at the rough clientele that graced the VIP sections. "Funny, how he owns it but it's not good enough for him."

"Everything isn't for everybody. Let's make Daddy happy, yeah? Time to go."

You rolled your eyes in his face and signaled for another server. As they approached Rio stepped in front of the table and shook his head no one time. To your frustration, the server never looked your way, merely nodded at Rio, turned on his heel and disappeared into the crowd.

Shaking off the embarrassment of being cut off you stood up, smiling wide, "Okay guys and dolls! Let's dance!"

Rio dropped all professionalism and stepped in front of you.

You looked at him, eyes wide then smirked, daring him to stop your fun. "One more dance won't kill me. Relax."

Rio took a step closer to you to answer your silent challenge. He stood so close no one could see the grip he had on your arm. You met his calm stare with a glare of your own until something shifted in his eyes. He blinked twice, tilting his head slightly and your brain processed it as if in slow motion. In the dark of the club, his face transformed, hardening. His expression was unreadable, and his eyes lost their shine. Looking away was impossible. Breathing was an afterthought.

He leaned down slowly and you were spellbound. He loomed just inches from your face before he drifted toward your ear. It seemed an eternity before he spoke. Close enough for you to be unsure if his lips were actually brushing the shell of your ear or not, he rasped out, "Tell your friends goodbye, darlin'. Now. I need to get you home."

Somehow, standing in the middle of the noise and music, you heard every syllable clearly. The certainty in his voice underscored the fact that was not an argument you were going to win. When he pulled back, his eyelids were dipped low and his lips slightly parted. The tension in his body told you that regardless of your father's position, he would snatch you outside by your hair if you uttered one more smart-ass word.

The tremor you felt was fear...right?

As you bent to pick up your purse, he didn't loosen his hold on your arm. Without a word to your friends, you let yourself be guided out of the club into the night air.

As you stood together waiting for your driver to bring the SUV around, Rio kept hold of you with his head on a swivel watching for anything or anyone that could be a threat. You stood with him unconsciously inching as close as possible, using him as a shield, wishing your dress was much longer or at least had sleeves to battle the fall's chilly air whipping around the corner, battering your exposed skin. If Rio noticed your intermittent shivering, he chose not to acknowledge it openly. The wind was doing another cruel thing. It slithered inside his coat and carried the smell of him to your nostrils. A clean, crisp, cool water kind of scent. It suited him to a tee. It made you turn your face to him and he chose that moment to wet his lips. You examined his profile, the length of his eyelashes, the perfectly straight nose, the model-esque jawline, the pouty bottom lip.

When the blacked-out truck pulled up, you couldn't stop staring at him. He scanned your surroundings again before pressing his lips together and swinging his head back in your direction. His lips curved up into a glimmer of a smile before settling back into a straight line. He released your arm and the heat his hand left behind felt foreign.

Stepping forward, he opened the door. You paused just long enough for him to speak again, "Get in the car, darlin'."

You climbed in gingerly, suddenly not so proud of the length of your dress. Holding the hem in a death grip, you swiveled carefully and wiggled to slide further inside your ride. Turns out your efforts weren't necessary, he wasn't looking at you - he was busy making sure you were safe. You put on your seatbelt and hugged yourself, hoping the heat in the luxury model would quickly take the chill from your bones.

Without comment, Rio shrugged off his suit jacket and gently put it on your shoulders. The action took your voice from you. Your eyes widened and you automatically leaned forward a bit as he adjusted it. You didn't know what to do with the unexpected kindness in it. The chivalry.

"Thank you." It came out in a faltering whisper. Your neck heated in embarrassment.

Rio's black orbs locked onto yours. For the first time since he stepped into your life and became your everyday companion-of-sorts, he stopped moving long enough to study your face. Instantly, you knew you were incapable of hiding anything from him, including the flush of heat that encapsulated your entire body, making his blazer no longer necessary. He closed the door and hopped in the passenger seat, leaving you to tug his jacket tighter around you, losing yourself in his smell and the thoughts it invoked, for the silent ride home.

Walking in the door, you were surprised to find your father on the couch with his work spread on the table in front of him. Glancing at his watch, he smiled. 1:56 am.

"How was your night, sweetheart?"

I'll see him again tomorrow. You didn't bother to hide the smile that blossomed on your face. "It was perfect."

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The usual disclaimer: I couldn't help it, y'all. 🤭 Don't get excited I'm still not taking requests but this sparked my brain. Good job Anony😉

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Thank you!

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To all my followers, I am very sorry to announce that I will be closing my requests and I will drop all the requests I accepted to this last year. I am way too busy with other things in life and my schedule is so full I don’t think I will be able to fulfil anyone’s requests anymore. The ones I have already started with will perhaps still be posted, but the most recent ones as well as new ones will be denied. Real life is truly being a bitch at the moment.

I’m sorry. ♥️

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List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the ask box for the last 10 people who reblogged something from you! Get to know your mutuals and followers😎

Oeww thank you for the ask!! ♥️♥️ Well let’s say that the 5 things that make me happy are:

- Definitely discussing or writing for our fav fictional men since real life is way too boring these days. 😭

- Food. Ugh, that feeling when you’ve been craving a certain food all day and you are able to get it? It just makes my entire day better. 🥰

- Listening to music. No matter if it’s R&B, Afro, Hip Hop or something entirely different. Just music and dancing to it makes me happy.

- That moment when you studied or worked an entire day, it’s raining so fucking hard outside and the people have been annoying as hell all day long, and you then get home to your fav warm cozy spot with hot chocolate and a book. ♥️♥️

- Just losing myself in my creativity whether it’s drawing, painting or writing makes me happy. ✍🏻

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MICHAEL B. JORDAN

forgive me for my lustful thoughts

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LEO SUTER as Harald Sigurdsson Vikings: Valhalla, Lost (3.03)

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on shame and yearning (pt.2)

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Thank you! This was really sweet and written so quickly too! 😊🥺

Hiii! So excited for all these amazing drabbles again! ♥️♥️

Since no one asked for Manny or Rio yet. (I really don’t mind which one of the two, whoever you’re in the mood to write for), let’s do a writers choice with the words: Book, storm and peace!

I love that you're here. Let's do Rio with a lil domestic fluff this time around. 🥰

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When Rio walked into the house, you looked up from your book and smiled softly. Tossing his keys on the counter, he walked over to you on a tired glide and crashed onto the couch. Putting away your book, you tugged his coat for him to take it off and guided his head to your lap, offering peace from the storm.

“Was it bad today?”

“Basura,” he grumped.

You ran your hands back and forth over his short hair until he sighed, closing his eyes. “You want me to kill them?” you cooed.

His quiet laugh was your reward.

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Hi I hope you’re doing well. I recently got obsessed with Viking Valhalla and I was wondering if you’re still writing for Harold Sigurdsson and if you if yes, are your requests open ?

Im very busy at the moment so I won’t be able to write them right away, but you can always request! ♥️

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I promise I will get back to the requests soon but I’m working on my own book which kinda comes first. ♥️ Thank you for being patient.

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This trio.

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Reblog if you think fanfiction is a legitimate form of creative writing.