#stephsbirthdaywritingchallenge

[ladyreapermc]

Fic: Closer (August x Reader)

Author’s notes: so this is both my entry for Steph’s birthday writing challenge AND her second birthday present. She gave me: August - fuck or die situation. My brain came up with the rest and the lovely @meetmeinthematinee was my beta. So @toomanystoriessolittletime I hope you enjoy this filth as much as I enjoyed the one you wrote for my birthday!

Summary: you and August go undercover to dig information on a Donaka Mark, but get caught and end up in a very unsual situation.

Pairing: August/Reader; Donaka

Wordcount: 5k

Warnings: suggestion of violence and electric shocks; smut (unprotected sex; oral (male receiving); fingering; penetration; voyeurism and exhibitionism; power play; degradation; squirting; overstimulation; choking; tiny bit of breeding kink). Yes, I did go wall out with this one. I think it broke my smut brain. LOL. Now, I tried to make sure the consent was very very explicit, but the fuck or die situation is dub-con-ish, so be warned.

It was the pounding of your head that woke you up, the headache so intense that it pulled you from unconsciousness almost like a flick of a switch but your vision was blurry, and your focus was slippery. All you could process at first was the bright morning light bleeding through the wide window panels and the softness of the bed beneath you. The sheets silky soft and smelling of fresh laundry.

“You’re awake, good.” His voice was low and gravelly, surprisingly soothing but a far cry from August’s smooth baritone so you shot to a sitting position, forcing your senses to apprehend your surroundings despite the throbbing in your head.

Sitting in an armchair only a step away from the bed was Donaka Mark, sharply dressed in dark trousers and a dark dress shirt, the first two buttons undone. His sharp brown eyes watched you with unsettling interest and suddenly your mind was flooded by the memories of the night before.

You and August were supposed to infiltrate Donaka’s illegal fight club. CIA and Interpol weren’t all that worried about the fighting itself, but there was evidence that Mark might be financing a few militias in the Middle East and providing some other unsavory services through the Silk Road. You had been the intelligence agent that picked up Donaka’s trail and Sloane had agreed that it would be a good idea for you to join August in this undercover mission. Donaka might have promising information that could aid US troops in Iraq, and it wasn’t as if August would know what to look for or even how to breach Mark’s files.

Something went wrong though. Maybe someone leaked information about the operation because before you could even try to sneak out to check the servers, Mark’s security team caught up with you and August and the last thing you remembered clearly was August trying to fight them off while you got knocked out by a prick of a needle on the back of your neck. Now here you were, apparently the morning after, still in your satin red dress, mostly likely in Donaka’s compound God knows where faced with the man himself.

You had seen pictures of him before. He was, for all intents and purposes, a real businessman in the entertainment business. You knew he was of Chinese heritage, born of a Chinese father and British mother, but grew up in the US, where he made his fortune. He was a handsome man, but there was an air about him. A certain frost in his demeanor, but mostly in his eyes that sent chills down your spine.

The way his brown gaze pinned you down, tracking your every move made you feel like prey being stalked by a dangerous predator and despite any logical reasoning, there was a throb in your center that made you deeply embarrassed.

“How’s your head?” he asked, voice perfectly pleasant, movements deliberately slow as he reached for the bedside table and picked up a glass and round pill waiting there, offering them to you. “The sedative I use tend to have some undesirable side effects.”

You didn’t reply but took the aspirin, swallowing down with the water before returning the glass to him, following his movements as he set it aside and returned to his seat, his gaze settling on you once again.

“Where’s August?” you had to force your throat to work, terror clutching your gut, especially with the smirk that surged on Donaka’s face.

“He’s somewhere here,” he gestured vaguely, and you followed the direction of his fingers towards the door.

It was ajar and for a second you wondered if you could make to it before Donaka caught you but as you shifted on the bed, your limbs seemed to be made of concrete so you very much doubted it.

“Would you like to see him?” Donaka offered in that same placid tone. You decided you hated it, still, you nodded. “I’ll take you to him, but first…” he indicated another door that stood just a couple feet away from the exit. “I’d like you to change.”

You hesitated, but did you really have a choice? Donaka might be alone with you here but he was twice your size and an apt fighter according to his file. Even if you somehow managed to take him down, he would have security around the compound and you had no idea how big it was or where August might be. Best to play along.

With slow, careful steps you walked into the bathroom, finding a pale pink lace nightgown hanging behind the door. The fabric soft and silky but completely see-through. It fitted your body perfectly, like a second skin and as you stood in front of the mirror looking at yourself, a flush rushed to your cheeks. You could see the smooth skin of your belly and the shadows of your panties beneath it.

You wondered why Donaka wanted you to wear this. Was it another form of humiliation, to make you parade around in sexy lingerie like a kept pet that he could display to the world? Well, you weren’t going to give him the satisfaction of seeing your shame. With your chin held high, you stepped out of the bathroom and he looked up from his phone to glance at you, his smirk widening at the sight of you.

“Beautiful,” he moved into your personal space and his size made you swallow thickly as you had to tilt your head up to keep your gaze at him. “So, so beautiful. Turn around.”

You hesitated, of course, every inch of you opposed to giving your back to this predator but once again you knew you had no choice so you complied with his order and nearly jumped when he touched you, his calloused digits a strange contrast against the softness of the nightgown. His fingers traced a path from your shoulder to your nape, before he gathered your hair and with dexterous fingers, Donaka braided it tightly, letting the tip fall at your back.

“And for the final touch…” you heard his shift and the rustling of fabric before you were startled by the cold silver surrounding your neck and clicking close at your nape. “Now you’re perfect.”

Donaka guided you to a mirror and you swallowed the lump of desire in your throat. There you stood in flimsy lingerie, a choker of diamonds around your neck, his large hands resting on your shoulders, warm and surprisingly pleasant. You looked hauntingly beautiful and you hated it.

“Come.”

He offered you a hand and this time you didn’t even bother hesitating. Letting him guide you through the long halls of his villa, down a few stairs until you two reached an underground floor. The walls were made of bare concrete and the air was cold and damp, raising goosebumps on your bare arms.  

Down here you saw some of Donaka’s men stationed around and you could see exactly who they thought it was the real threat between you and August and you couldn’t say you didn’t agree.

At a nod of his head, one of the men pushed a door open and Donaka waited for you to step in first before he followed, the heavy metal plank clicking closed behind him, surrounding you with darkness, the damp stench here was heavier and while your eyes adjusted, the only thing you could really see was shadowy shapes.

Bright light inundated the room suddenly and your ears caught a soft wince. For the first time, you realized that slumped form in the center of the room was August, battered and bruised, hands and legs tied behind his back, breathing ragged,  cuts and wounds dotting his face; dry blood caking his hair, mustache, and stubble.

You whispered his name softly, falling to your knees to reach for him, but at the first touch of your hands he growled like a rabid animal and you pulled away startled.

“I’m afraid he put up a bit of a fight, unfortunately,” Donaka spoke from somewhere behind you, but you ignored him, too focused on the man in front of you.

“August…” you called again, inching carefully letting him see your hands until you rested it against his cheek and he let you, his blue eyes trailed on you as if he was finally processing who you were. “It’s ok, you’re ok.”

Slowly he edged closer towards you, letting you cradle his head in your lap as you brushed the hair away from his face and tried to assess the damage. August was in bad shape but nothing seemed to be particularly fatal, thankfully.

“May I have some water for him?” you asked, finally looking over at Donaka, surprised to see he was sitting on a chair watching you and August. “Please?”

There was a moment of silence and then the door opened again, another one of his men stepped inside with a bottle of water and set by your foot before leaving again. You unscrewed the cap, bringing it to August lips and helping him to drink slow sips. You had no idea how long he was down here. Probably as long as you were in that room.

“You truly care for him, don’t you?” Donaka spoke and that flush raised to your cheeks again, heating your chest and neck. “Don’t bother to deny it. I see it in your eyes. Are you in love with him?”

You looked down at the man below you that seemed to be a little more awake now, his gaze steadier and less hazy as he took in his surroundings and you. Even in this terrible state, August was beautiful and your heart thundered in your ribcage. How could you answer without compromising yourself or August?

“Does he love you?” Donaka asked and you didn’t even realize he moved until he crouched to enter your line of sight. “I mean, you know what he is, don’t you?”

Biting your lip, your attention shifted to the man on the ground again. You knew some things, having read his file. Most of it was blacked out so you knew it was bad. There was a reason he was called The Hammer after all. You knew how Sloane liked to operate. You knew that you sent in this mission to collect the data while August was sent to eliminate the threat.

“They say the prettiest faces hide the worst monsters,” Donaka ran a finger from August’s temple to his jaw and you could see the way the agent tensed under the touch. “And he sure is beautiful.”

A bright flick of metal appeared in Donaka’s hand and it took you a second to realize it was a blade. Your heart stopped for just a second as he traced the tip over August shoulder, but with a quick motion he cut off the ropes bounding his hands and legs. Just as fast as the blade appeared, it vanished and August was free. In a flash, August was on his feet, crowding Donaka against the wall of the bunker, one thick forearm pressed against the older man’s throat and the knife in his hand.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” Donaka warned, seemingly completely unaffected by the threat of the blade.

“Why not?” August growled.

You screamed as sharp, electrical bolt ran through your spine, blinding you to everything around you. Good thing you were already kneeling because the shards of pain raking your body would have made you fall gracelessly. Your body was overtaken by seizures and you shook on the ground like a fish out of the water.

As suddenly as it started, the shock receded, leaving you gasping and sobbing, tears hot on your cheek; blood metallic on your tongue; muscles as if made of jelly, completely unresponsive. You could only look at August’s stunned expression and Donaka’s cold amusement.

“That was level one, and that pretty collar goes to eleven. Want to see what two looks like?” You tensed in fear, curling into a ball like a little mouse waiting for their punishment.

“No!” August shouted, letting go of Donaka and through your glassy eyes you could see the fury in his cold blue ones. “What the fuck do you want?”

“I guess he does care about you, sweetheart,” Donaka said, his smirk widening, and you could only whimper in response.

“She’s nothing,” August hissed, and his words felt like acid in your ears, making you curl into yourself even more. “She knows nothing. Let her go.”

“That I believe,” Donaka replied, and you could feel the heaviness of his stare on you. “That she knows nothing about your extracurricular activities. That she’s nothing…”

Donaka clicked his tongue and his shadow fell over you, his strong hands forcing your muscles to uncurl until you were sitting up, his hand wrapped around your neck, holding your chin up so you could look at August.

“You like her,” he whispered, lips brushing against your temple and you could see August’s jaw clenching. “You like her naivety and purity. You crave her innocence. We’re not too different, Agent Walker.”

“What. Do. You. Want?” August asked through clenched teeth and Donaka stood and moved away from you. You didn’t turn to look, but you heard the scrape of metal against concrete and knew he must have taken a seat again.

“What I always want. I want to watch.”

There was a long pause and this time, you dared to look over your shoulder and there was Donaka on the metal chair, legs spread apart, and you could see the volume in his trousers. It made you swallow and blush, looking back at August.

“You’re going to ruin her and I’m going to watch.”

The silence was heavy in the room. Enough that you could hear the drumming of your heart and August’s deep exhale he contemplated your captor. For a moment, you wondered what Donaka meant by ruin but all it took was a quick look at yourself and you knew.

The worst thing was that you wanted it. A little dark seed had settled itself deep in your heart and mind the first time you saw August. The first time you contemplated those solid muscles and the menace that he exhaled.

You were always attracted to violence, that much you knew – but August was something else. Something primal and dark and every time you let your thoughts turn to that, you felt your body igniting with that forbidden desire that you usually kept completely hidden.

Against your better judgment, you let your gaze settle on August and you saw the darkness in his eyes but also the blaze of want as he contemplated you, taking in for the first time your flimsy attire and you could see it affected him, just like Donaka expected.

“It’s ok,” you whispered getting up. Your limbs still felt unsteady as you moved closer to him, your hands resting against his chest, feeling the slow and controlled beat of his heart as you gazed up at August through your lashes. “I want this.”

Those words seemed to snap the last shred of control in him because he caught you by the nape and smashed his lips against yours. The kiss was brutal, all tongue and teeth, and your knees nearly gave out from the heaviness of your desire, the coiling tendrils of your pleasure making your core throb and your panties soaked.

His other hand found its way to your thigh and ass beneath the nightgown, kneading and massaging the supple flesh, pulling you tighter against his chest and you could feel his rock hard erection against your belly, making the heat inside you increase.

You had caught glimpses of August in his underwear back at the hotel. You knew he was massive and you wanted him. You wanted him inside your mouth and inside your cunt, spearing you open in the most savage of ways.

The last rational part of you might have taken notice that you were not alone, that Donaka was still lurking behind you but that thought just made the want in your gut increase. You wanted him to see August taking you. The animalistic part of you even wanted him to take you too.

“August…” you whimpered softly and was surprised by a slap across your face. Why that made desire throb inside you even more you didn’t know, but your whimper turned into a wanton moan.

“Sir or master, girl!” August hissed and you nodded obediently, bottom lip caught between your teeth. “Know who owns you.”

“I’m sorry, sir.”

“That’s better.” He gripped your jaw, his hold like iron as he looked at you with a glare. “You look like such a good girl on the outside but you’re nothing but a dirty little slut. I bet right now you’re dripping, wanting my cock, aren’t you?”

“Yes, sir,” you mumbled as best as you could as he kicked your legs apart, cupping your sex and you jolted, excited and ashamed because he could feel the dampness of your panties, his fingers rubbing you roughly against the lace, making your head spin with the overwhelming sensations.

“You think he can smell you from all the way across the room?” August asked, releasing your jaw and spinning around to face Donaka, his lips against your ear, one hand down your panties the other alternating between squeezing your breasts and pinching your nipples. “Are you this soaked because you know he’s watching?”

Your answer was a pathetic little whine as you caught Donaka’s dark stare, his large palm cupping his erection through his trousers. August forced you to walk forward until you were standing right in front of the other man, close enough to touch but Donaka made no motion to reach for you, just inhaled sharply.  

“She smells sweet,” he said, his voice lower, sultry, and sending shivers down your spine. “Like ripe cherries.”

August hummed in reply, one finger dipping into your panties and running up your folds as if he was gathering the nectar of a honeycomb and you gasped at the overwhelming tingling of your swollen clit. He brought his glistening finger to his mouth, sucking it in like it was the most delectable delicacy he ever tasted and you had to press your legs together against the quivering of your cunt, clamoring to be taken.  

  “You taste so good, pet,” August huskily whispered against your ear.

His hand returning to your core while the other exposed your breasts, the sound of the ripping lace loud in the quietness of the room, punctuated by your breathy moans, August low grunts as you rubbed your ass against the volume in his pants and Donaka’s soft hums of appreciation.

In seconds August had you listening to nothing but the sound of blood rushing through your ears as his fingers worked faster and faster against your clit, sending wave after wave of pleasure starting at your center. They spread through your entire body and it only got even more intense when he pushed two fingers inside you, crooked like a hook and rubbing that perfect spot over and over as he fucked you, making you whimper and shake as if your insides were being completely consumed by pleasure.

“Sir, I’m gonna…” you hiccupped, tears in your eyes, and that only made August chuckle and redouble his effort, his thrusts so hard now you felt his knuckles hitting your pelvic bone uncomfortably but you couldn’t care less.

Your entire body tensed and arched as the coiling knot snapped and your cries reverberated through the bare walls of the bunker as your cunt fluttered and you gushed warm, clear liquid all over August’s hand. He laughed against your bright red cheeks.

“Bad girl…” he tsked, pulling his soaked hand away from your cunt and panties. “You got me all wet.”

“I’m sorry, sir,” you mumbled, eyes on the ground and nearly jumped when August shoved his wet fingers in your mouth, making you taste yourself and it was enough of your core to throb and pulse once again, apparently yearning for more.

You swirled your tongue and sucked his fingers, cleaning every drop of your juices from his skin; picturing something else instead of those thick digits. Picturing the hard edge that was pressed against your ass, hot and pulsing.

“On your knees,” August ordered, pulling his fingers away and you didn’t have to be told twice, hands eagerly going to his waistband and you noticed that his belt was gone. Pity, it would have been nice if he could tie you up with it. Or even spank your ass with it, leaving bright red welts on the soft skin of your ass.

You made quick work of his buttons, pulling the pants down along with his underwear, releasing his long and thick, glorious cock. Just the sight of it had your mouth watering. You desperately wanted it; to feel it filling you and coating your tongue with his cum. Stroking the back of your throat, making you choke and cry.

Before you could reach for it, August took a hold of your braid, holding your head still and away from him. He smirked at your hitching whines as you looked up at him with a pout while he kicked his pants to the side and started to undo the buttons of his shirt, letting go of you only long enough to shrug off the fabric.

Now he stood before you completely naked. A work of art by God or something more devious because his thick thighs and solid torso, along with the sculptured chest and chiseled features could only speak of temptation of the darkest kind.

“Sir, please,” you begged, crawling forward, your knees wet from your previous release, your cunt still dripping. “Let me taste you.”

“Dirty little cock slut,” August whispered, hand twisting around your braid until it was wrapped around his palm tight enough to make your scalp burn, while he stroked himself until his tip was glittering with his precum.

“Please.”

He took a step forward, so close you could smell his sex, musky and heady and it only made you want him more. You licked your lips and watched him through your lashes, waiting for authorization. You were a good little girl, you took what your sir gave you. Nothing more. Nothing less.

Finally, August let the tip of his cock rub against your lips, coating them with his essence and you traced and gathered every drop with your tongue eager for more, until he pushed the head past your lips, invading your mouth with a hard thrust that had you gagging almost immediately.

“Is this what you want, slut?” August growled, fucking you hard and fast, holding your head still as he took what he wanted from you, making you choke and sputter, tears leaking from your eyes, spit running down your chin as he brought you nearly to his pubic hair, holding you there as your throat worked around his head before pulling back and finally allowing you to breath.

You watched him through tearful eyes but August wasn’t looking at you. His gaze was on the man behind you and you wondered what Donaka was doing. Was he touching himself? He did say he wanted to watch August ruin you and here you were, being completely wrecked by the man in question. As he took every inch of pleasure from your mouth, you could feel the gathering waves at your center again, preparing for a new tide.

Another pathetic little whine escaped you when August pulled away from your mouth, allowing you to breathe fully and finally looking down at you as he rubbed your spit over his length, his eyes a dark pool of something that almost made you afraid.

He tugged you to your feet again. His lips were bruising and biting against your swollen mouth, his tongue unrelenting as if he was chasing his own taste. The reprieve to your raw knees was short-lived because August was pushing you down again but this time he followed, maneuvering your body until you were on all fours, spine low, ass up looking at Donaka as August knelt behind you.

You held your breath in expectation watching those haunting eyes, like a bottomless pool of darkness taking you in, the bulge in his pants evident but he didn’t make any motion to take care of it and you would admire his self-control if your mind wasn’t pulled away from that and shifted back to the way August yanked your panties down and rubbed his cock against your folds teasingly, the tiny sparks of pleasure barely enough to soothe the burning volcano of want deep inside you.

“Sir, please fuck me. I need to feel you inside me.”

The words were out before you even registered them but they were obviously the right thing to say because you felt the first press of his cock against your slit, stretching it almost painfully and you gasped and moaned, wanting to rock back but August kept you still with an iron grip on your hips, painting bruises on your skin as he pushed inch by agonizingly slow inch, filling you up like never before.

You could feel every single vein and ridge of his cock. The pulsing and twitching of his length filled you to the brim and the sensation was impossible to describe. A sort of completion that you had never experienced in your life and that would only be made more perfect when August finally decided to move.

It was like he could read your mind because he started to rock his hips in tiny little thrusts at first, the friction driving you insane with wanting and all you could do was chant more and harder and faster, please now, you need it so bad. August chuckled against your ear, his body covering yours as he ground his hips.

“You want more?” he grunted, licking the sweat dripping down your temple and wrapping the braid around his hand again, pulling your head. “You want me to use that pretty hole so he can watch?”

“Yes, please,” you whimpered almost hypnotized by the intense gaze that locked you in place as August’s thrusts started to gain speed and strength, rocking your body forward with its force and reducing you to a moaning mess. “Oh yes, sir. Just like that, please.”

Any rational part left of your brain was completely turned off by the primal call of desire. Your entire body was alight with pleasure like your nerve-ends were little fireworks just waiting to be kindled. From your mouth spilled the most obscene sounds. Moans and hitching little gasps and cries, as fresh tears blurred your vision.

Could you cry from feeling so good? So perfectly completed and raised to the heavens almost in a trance-like state of rapture? You didn’t know and you honestly didn’t care. The only thing that mattered to you was the growing pleasure in your core, threatening to spill and overtake you completely.

It seemed to swallow you whole, especially when August started to rub your clit in time with his thrusts, his grunts and groans becoming louder and louder as the lewd words poured out of his mouth.

“Such a delicious cunt. Holding me tight. Pulling me deep. Trying to milk me dry. Do you want me to fill you up with my cum, huh?” he asked, his sharp thrusts hitting your cervix and making you cry out. “Paint your pussy with my seed, maybe even put a piece of me in there? Does my pretty little whore want me to put a fucking baby in you?”

“Yes, yes, yes, please, sir!” you whined, beyond coherence now, already submerged in the midst of your second world-shattering orgasm. August could be asking you to set the world on fire and you would gladly agree so as long as he kept fucking you.

Just. Like. That.  

“I want everything. Please.”

The hand on your hair let go only enough for August press a hand in the middle of your back, pushing you face down on the concrete, your cheek pressed against the damp floor and your ass raising higher, changing the angles and now he was hitting your sweet spot with every violent ram of his cock. The second wave of pleasure didn’t even have time to subside for the third one to crash around you.

Now you were sobbing, the ecstasy and bliss becoming too much to your oversensitive sex, especially as August kept rubbing your clit, pressing harder and harder, making a new flow of liquid to gush and soak down your legs.

It was deliriously good, but also almost like torture, your walls clenching and quivering. If trying to hold his cock in or push it out you didn’t know, but it didn’t deter August from his salvage thrusts that were slowly losing their rhythm, but going deeper and harder, pushing you forward and scraping your cheek as much as your knees.

You were crying now, pain mixing with pleasure, your thighs quaking, tired of keeping you up. Your lower back hurt from the awkward angle, your knees cut to ribbons by the rough ground. Your cunt ached from the constant slam of his pelvic bone against your swollen flesh and all you wanted was to let go and sleep.

August’s tug on your braid made you scream and you forced your torso up to preserve your neck. You were looking at Donaka once again as August gave his final thrust, burying himself to the hilt and letting out a loud growl as he spilled inside you and you nearly sobbed because it was finally over and you could finally rest.

When you August finally pulled out of you, your limbs gave out completely and you fell in an awkward heap on the ground, too exhausted and sore to move a muscle. Your mind felt untethered and floating, unable to register the words being exchanged by the two men.

All you wanted was to curl into a ball and forget everything and it was so easy to let the darkness snaking in the corners of your mind claim you. It whispered seductively at you, like the warm hug of a caring lover, the perfect contrast to the violent fucking you just endured.

Before you slipped away completely, you felt two strong arms surrounding you, picking you up from the cold, hard ground. Even your lashes felt like lead otherwise you would dare to force them open to see who was carrying you away.

“You did very well, pet,” a voice whispered, pressing a soft kiss against your forehead. “You might just survive this.”

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A/N: This is my entry for @toomanystoriessolittletime writing challenge. It’s a small one -I know- but I like it 🤷🏼‍♀️

Song: Tell me you love me - Demi Lovato

Character: Henry Cavill

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A unrecognizable feeling hit August as he openly stared at you. You were humming a song as you focused on the drawing in front of you, unaware of his attention on you. He traced the curve of your neck with his eyes, noticing the small details on your skin.

“And I hope I never see the day that you move on and be happy, without me, without me. What’s my hand without your heart to hold? I don’t know what I’m living for if I’m living, without you.”

You looked up and your eyes met, making August stumble a step back, as the unrecognizable hit him again.

“Oh, tell me you love me, I need someone on days like this, I do, on days like this. Oh, tell me you love me, I need someone on days like this, I do. On days like this.”

He loved you, he realized with a startle.

Your expression turned into concern as you looked at him. “Is something wrong?”

“Everything I need, is standing in front of me. I know we will be alright, alright, yeah. Through the ups and downs, baby, I’ma stick around.

“I promise we will be alright, alright.”

A smile appeared on his face and he walked around the table to lift you from your chair, into his lap. “Everything is fine, my love. I’ve never been better.”

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⊱ New York ⊰

Pairing: Keanu Reeves x Reader

Summary: After growing tired of your long distance relationship, you and Keanu part ways. Three months later, Keanu reflects back on his decision.

Warnings: Brief mention of sex and angst (ends on a light note tho)

Words: 1.2k

A/N: This is for @toomanystoriessolittletime​’s Birthday Challenge and inspired by the song New York by Snow Patrol. I hope you enjoy!

Taking a long drag of his cigarette, Keanu then deeply exhaled a cloud of gray smoke into the crisp air, letting it surround him, thick and dirty. He had been standing in the balcony for at least half an hour, the time slowly ticking by as he stared blankly at the dark endless skies of Los Angeles. It was nearly past three in the morning, and even though he knew he had a busy day ahead of him, he just couldn’t sleep.

And he knew precisely why.

Three months had already gone by since his trip to New York, and it felt as though he had left a piece of his heart there with her. Despite Keanu thinking that it was for the best, the decision to end their relationship continues to torment him to this day.

But Y/N had grown exhausted of the constant distance. It was never easy for her watching him leave, no matter how many times it had occurred. His promises of returning as soon as possible became harder to keep as the months flew by. Every Skype session would cause him to feel guilty after noticing the hurt hiding behind her eyes.

As much as Keanu wanted things to work out, he could no longer bear being the reason for Y/N’s pain. So, he did what he believed was right.

He let Y/N go.

Closing his eyes, Keanu reminisced back to their final morning together. He could still feel the softness of Y/N’s skin against his fingers, the way her body perfectly curved into his as the early light trickled its way in through the slits in the blinds. 

Y/N had been blissfully unaware of Keanu studying her as she slept soundly. For what felt like an eternity, he watched the gentle rise and fall of her bare chest, listening to the calming sound of her breathing that was perfectly in tune with his own.

In the hazy orange glow of the rising sun, Y/N’s beauty was utterly mesmerizing. She was a true masterpiece in Keanu’s eyes, never failing to leave him in deep awe each time he glanced her way. He remembered placing a single kiss on her temple, which ultimately broke her slumber. Keanu then savored the sensation of her waking up in his arms, knowing it would be the last.

He would never forget how her eyes glistened much like his as he made love to her once more. After they both reached their climax, Keanu cradled Y/N tightly against his chest, not ready to let her go so soon. At that moment, he wished he didn’t have to leave. His only desire was to stay there in bed with her forever and forget about everything else.

But as the rest of the world slowly came back in, Keanu realized he couldn’t have it all. He got dressed as Y/N sat there watching quietly. No words were exchanged until he was standing in front of her door, idling for a little while in hopes that either of them would change their mind. With a sad smile and a longing gaze, Y/N again expressed to him her love, wanting things to be different even though they just couldn’t be.

And all Keanu could do was kiss her one last time, the warmth of her lips lingering for barely a second before he walked out of the door.

Out of her life.

Chuckling mirthlessly, Keanu crushed the cigarette butt against the metal railing and carelessly flicked it out into the yard. He then stepped back inside his bedroom, his eyes landing on the cold, king-size mattress in the center. For years, he never minded coming home to an empty house or sleeping alone in bed. He’d found his own sense of comfort in the solitude, not caring that he had no one to share his space with.

That all changed when Keanu met Y/N, however, and he felt lonelier now than ever before.

Slipping in between the sheets, Keanu willed himself to go to sleep but to no avail. Another hour of restlessness began as silence reigned within the four walls of his room. Shifting to his side, he caught sight of the bright full-moon gracing the sky as it peeked through the glass window pane of the balcony doors.

He could vividly recall those late nights sitting on the fire escape with Y/N, looking out at the brilliant lights of the city skyline of New York. In the midst of the spectacular views, she was most intrigued, however, by the luminous globe staring down at them. Basking under the silky moonlight, her small, soothing voice had told Keanu that no matter where he was in the world, the two of them would always be connected as they looked at the same moon.

The corner of his mouth lifted slightly as he gazed at the celestial body. Thin, wispy clouds passed over its silvery face, casting delicate shadows upon the darkened earth. It had been too long since Keanu admired the moon, and never has he done it alone. It was quite beautiful, really. Ethereal and far away, just like his Y/N.

Lying there wide-awake, Keanu’s thoughts wandered back to her. As a dull ache settled in his chest, he couldn’t help but think of how Y/N was faring in the aftermath. He often found himself asking if she too had trouble sleeping at night. Keanu would also wonder if she still stared up at the sky with him in her mind, reflecting back on the times they had spent together.

Keanu sighed wearily. If Y/N were here beside him, he would tell her how much he loves her and how he would give up everything for her. Despite what has been said and done, he was willing to do whatever it takes to get her back. Because amid the silence and the sadness, Keanu was sure of one thing.

Home wasn’t Los Angeles. Nor was it New York.

Home was her, the one place where he knew he truly belonged.

Reaching for his phone on the nightstand, Keanu immediately searched for her name on his contact list as he debated whether to call or text at this late hour. Deciding to send Y/N a message, his fingers hovered over the keyboard for some time as he pondered on what to say to her. After much thought, he was set on a few short, yet powerful words.

I still love you.

Keanu’s heart thudded in his chest as he waited for a response. Considering the time difference, it would almost be 7AM on the east coast, and knowing Y/N, she should be awake and getting ready for work.

The minutes passed so slowly, and he started to second guess himself. What if she was happy now that things between them were over? What if she had finally moved on and didn’t want to take him back?

As doubt continued to cloud Keanu’s head, he nearly missed the three little dots in the corner of the phone screen, telling him that Y/N was typing out a response. Air stalled in his lungs as he anticipated the moment of truth. At last, the gray bubble appeared, and he released a stuttered breath.

And for what seemed like the first time in three months, a genuine smile appeared on Keanu’s face, one that was filled with so much joy and hope. With glossy eyes and a fluttering heart, he read Y/N’s message once more before calling her number.

I still love you, too.

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[iworshipkeanureeves]

There Are No Rules (2/3)

Keanu Reeves x Reader (The Devil Wears Prada AU)

A/N: We are getting closer to @toomanystoriessolittletime​ birthday, so I’m updating the story dedicated to her birthday challenge. This one is a little dramatic with a lot of mixed feelings and some angst, but I hope you’ll enjoy it :)

Summary: Reader applies for a job in a fashion magazine where Keanu is editor-in-chief.

Warnings: angst, brief mentions of alcohol

Words: 3.2K

-Part 1-

“Keanu Reeve’s office, how can I help you?”

These words got carved into Y/N’s brain over the past couple of weeks. She had been repeating them at least fifty times a day, usually through her gritted teeth, and most of these calls would eventually leave her on the verge of tears.

No matter how much she hated this job, every day seemed easier than the previous one. Y/N felt like she was finally getting the hang of it all, and it was a little glimpse of hope that perhaps she was going to survive this madness. Maybe she was stronger than she thought she was.

Was Reeves as terrifying as everyone had told he would be? Yes, but in a strangely different way.

He had never really shouted or insulted her directly, yet Keanu had his way with words to make Y/N understand how immensely she had failed assigned tasks. Sometimes just his presence was fearsome, as his nit-picking gaze would land directly on Y/N’s desk, making her guts squeeze. Even if Y/N knew she was doing everything correctly, she felt like it wasn’t enough, it was impossible to live up to his standards.

When not in meetings, Keanu would sit in his office swiveling in his chair, enjoying the spectacular view of the New York skyline. Honestly, it didn’t appear like he was doing much, but Y/N could tell from his focused eyes that his mind was constantly at work.

Creatively Reeves had no rules, but when it came to his office, he preferred having everything structured. Every morning Y/N would receive a text stating Reeve’s breakfast order, and she had to get it before he came to work. A cup of plain black coffee, ready on his desk on time, was essential in order to make the day better for the whole office. Y/N was responsible for that, and whenever she failed, every co-worker would be badgering her for the remaining day.

The worst of them was Emily, who wouldn’t shut up about her upcoming Fashion Week in Paris and all expensive garments she was going to be able to wear. Y/N was neither bored nor jealous, but it was very hard to concentrate hearing Emily babbling for the whole day. Eventually, it would leave Y/N making more mistakes, which led to even more disapproval received from Reeves.

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It was one of those calm days when Keanu didn’t have much on his hands. “Y/N, come over,” he called, and based on his frigid tone, Y/N immediately knew something was wrong. “Where are the Valentino samples I asked for the run-throughs?”

Y/N could already feel her hands sweating and her heart beating through her chest. “What?” her brows furrowed with tears threatening her eyes, she was simply too tired. “But you never mentioned those…”

“Please tell me you’re kidding,” Reeves sighed expressing his disappointment, which at this point was so familiar to her. “Will you ever do anything right here?”

Anything right…?

His words left Y/N helpless. For the past couple of weeks she had been working hard like never before, giving all her energy to keep the office organized and satisfy every single one of Reeves’ whims. Yes, she had made a few mistakes, but they were nothing compared to how much right she had done.

It was the moment Y/N realized she had had enough, she wasn’t even an assistant anymore, she was Reeves’ maid and it was time to save the last bits of her dignity.

“Oh come on,” her eyes were beginning to fill with anger, tears evaporating in the feverish air. Y/N didn’t even notice her clenched fists with nails digging into her damp skin. “Most of the things I do here are right, they are freaking perfect,” she breathed out, nearing to his desk. It looked like she was ready to fight him.

“It’s nice that you think so, but…”

“You never even notice, do you?” Y/N cut him off with a slight rise in her tone. “All you do is sit in your office, drinking coffee and flipping through the same couple of pages for the whole day,” she knew she was exaggerating, but Y/N was furious, she wanted to make Reeves feel bad, just like he had been making her this whole time. “You know, you couldn’t even manage to tell me to go get those samples, maybe you should start doing things right yourself?”

“Oh sweetheart,“ Reeves exhaled fixing his expensive scarf and stood up in need of reestablishing his dominance over Y/N, his wide shoulders were blocking the sun and casting shadow over her enraged face. He confidently walked around his table, and as Y/N saw him getting closer, she got scared not knowing what he was about to do next. Luckily, Reeves stopped crossing his arms and was ready to say something, but Y/N interrupted him again.

“Don’t sweetheart me,” Y/N knew she had crossed the line and there was no way back, disrespectful words had already escaped her throat, so she decided to go even further. “I am the only one here working my ass off, while Emily is barely functioning on her messed up diet. And yet somehow she’s still taking all the credit for my work. I-I just can’t deal with you and your crazy people anymore. You’re all delusional here,” she was practically shouting at this point.

It all felt like a dream to Y/N, she could barely understand what was happening, and her hammering heart was leaving her lightheaded. Y/N was gasping for air, all trembling and looking a little disoriented, Keanu could see that she physically wasn’t doing well.

Y/N felt his presence closer than before, his warm breath tickling her forehead. “Go on, I’m listening,” Reeves said, raising his hands up to her shoulders for better support. His words were unbelievably calm again, but this time it seemed like Keanu had no intention to intimidate, he genuinely wanted for Y/N to slow down a little and breath. She was questioning though, whether Keanu truly cared for her, or he just didn’t want to deal with the problem of Y/N passing out in front of him.

“I’m done,” she grunted escaping his grip. “I’m so. Fucking. Done.” Her words were quiet but convincing.

For a moment they stood still, Y/N was breathing deeply, debating whether it was time she should turn around and go, but Keanu’s sly smirk managed to catch her eye. “What’s so funny?” she asked, still annoyed, but slowly realizing she had been acting a little crazy, Y/N was beginning to regret her words.

“I’m proud of you, Y/N,” Keanu grinned, leaving her extremely confused.

“What?” She expected Reeves to be angry with her, maybe even come back with more hurtful words. But he didn’t.

“You’re done walking around with those sad puppy eyes, and I can finally see that you’ve got something in you. I saw that fire burning inside, keep it up.” He was about to come closer again, but tucked his hands back in the last second, keeping a polite distance.

“U-uh, okay..?” Y/N was still in shock, trying to understand how he could be so nice to her all of a sudden, especially after this little tantrum she had just thrown.

“Now I can be sure you’ll keep things in place here when I and Emily leave for the Fashion Week,” he tried to locate her sight, checking if she was fine. “Unless you really meant it when you said about being done, but I don’t think you did,” he gave her one last encouraging grin and returned to his usual state, solid and untroubled.

Indeed she wished she could take her words back, Y/N needed this job more than anything, she wasn’t going to find another one soon that would pay enough, and she couldn’t afford to be unemployed. She had secretly applied to a couple of other magazines, but since no one had reached back to her yet, she had to settle for what Reeves was offering her.

Still, it left Y/N wondering whether Keanu had been playing her all along, pulling strings one by one in order to see how far she can go before lashing out. She felt like his little toy, maybe one of his creative projects, something for him to have fun with. But Y/N was having no fun at all.

“I’ll go call Valentino about the samples,” Y/N exhaled turning around and rushed to the phone. Her heart was still racing with adrenaline flowing in her veins, and honestly, she was proud of herself too.

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At 1:00 AM Y/N’s phone rang and she really thought about not answering it. Just in case, she decided to open her eyes and check the caller’s ID, unfortunately, it said Keanu Reeves.

In an hour, Y/N was standing on his doorstep holding a custom Tom Ford suit tailored just for Reeves. Of course, Keanu made them work on it until the very last night before leaving for Paris, and Y/N had to be the one bringing it to him.

“What took you so long?” He reproached opening his front door. Y/N was expecting to find him all pampered in some chic robe, but he was wearing simple jeans paired with a grey t-shirt, and his hair was messily falling over his face. To Y/N’s surprise, he looked like a normal human being, completely different from what she was used to see.

“Sorry, I was trying to be as quick as possible,” she smiled apologetically, hoping he wouldn’t be too mad.

Keanu just sighed opening his door wider, implying Y/N should come inside. She was immediately looking around for something to hang the suit on, so that she could quickly turn around and go home.

“Yet, here you are, wearing a full face of make-up,” he spoke locking the door, and Y/N took this as a sign that he wasn’t going to let her easily leave. “You know, showing up twenty minutes earlier would have impressed me much more.”

“Come,” he invited her up the stairs, waiting for Y/N to make up her mind. She was quite reluctant at first, lagging in the hallway, but she was also very intrigued, and ultimately, curiosity took over her.

Y/N was following Reeves mesmerized by the penthouse he was living in. High ceiling and tall white walls decorated with colorful artwork, it seemed like he was living in an art gallery. Every painting was more eccentric than the previous one, but it wasn’t happy kind of art. In fact, Y/N felt surrounded by a somber ambience, and the quietness of his home only added to it.

“So, you live here all alone?” Y/N realized she knew nothing about his personal life, no one had even gossiped about him in the office.

“Mhm,” Keanu hummed, showing the way to his living room, where his luggage was set ready, together with the rack curving from numerous expensive suits, which all looked the same to Y/N. “Hang it here,” he commanded turning to the console table to pour himself a drink.

Y/N was very careful, afraid the rack wouldn’t hold any more weight. Fortunately, everything went fine, and she was about to leave the room, when Reeves stretched his arm handing the bottle to her. “Help yourself,” he offered, leaving Y/N unsure whether she should accept it or not.

“U-uh, I think I should go,” Y/N kind of wanted to agree, she was interested to learn more about him, but at the same time she thought it would be wise to keep a professional distance between them.

“Do you have someone waiting for you?” He was unexpectedly persistent to make Y/N stay, and she didn’t really know what to think of it. 

“No, I just don’t want to disturb you,” she was trying to turn him down, but her words didn’t sound too convincing. Maybe it was his tacit loneliness bringing sympathy to Y/N’s heart, which was forcing her to stay for a little longer.

“Be my guest.” His arm was getting tired, so he pushed the bottle further, practically sticking it in Y/N’s hands. Instead of waiting for another rejection, he went past her and got himself comfortable on the sofa in front of the fireplace.

For a minute Y/N still hesitated, she wasn’t afraid to tell him no, but there was something mysteriously captivating about Reeves and she wanted to explore it further. Y/N poured herself a modest glass and went to join him for a conversation.

“Did you force me to go get you Tom Ford in the middle of the night just because you wanted company?“ she asked jokingly, but then immediately realized it was probably true and the question might have sounded a little offensive.

“Don’t you already know the answer?” Keanu mumbled looking down, and Y/N couldn’t believe it was the same man that she had been terrified of before. Now he seemed vulnerable and exposed, without that mask putting a stone cold expression on his face.

“Can I ask you something else then?” Y/N was much softer now, sipping her drink and thinking if the alcohol was going to start working soon.

“Go ahead,” he smiled.

“Why did you hire me?” It was the question bothering Y/N from the very beginning. She had been feeling so out of place at Vogue that even she wouldn’t have hired herself there.

“I needed some fresh air, I was getting tired of seeing the same kind of people.” Y/N was looking at him hypnotized, his husky melodic voice was like music to her ears. When at Vogue, Y/N would pray for Reeves to just shut up and go away, but now she felt like she could sit for hours just listening to him. “Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate Vogue girls, I really fancy them. They live on caffeine, nicotine and five hundred calories a day, yet they’re still always perfect and on top of their game, it’s impressive… But honestly, they can be depressing sometimes, and I thought I just needed someone like…” Keanu stalled, thinking about his next words. “Like you,” he silently said.

“What am I like?”

“I don’t know, you’re just different. You seem like you don’t care at all.” Keanu put an empty glass down, shifting his core towards her.

Every little move was bringing them closer, and Y/N knew she was walking a very thin line here. “And that’s good?” Y/N asked getting a little bolder, she was curious to know more of his opinion on her.

“It’s definitely not bad,” Keanu murmured, gazing into Y/N’s eyes. They both had their elbows leaning on the backrest and Y/N felt Keanu’s hand gently landing onto hers. She was trying to think of possible questions to keep the conversation going, but his touch was too distracting, and Keanu got the chance to speak first.

“What would you do if I kissed you now?” He asked, locking his eyes on Y/N.

Her mind went blank and she didn’t know what that was supposed to mean. Briefly she thought that maybe the words were all in her head, just her imagination disclosing her deepest desires, but very soon she realized this was a real question.

Maybe Keanu was playing her feelings again, provoking and expecting a reaction, but fuck, she really wanted him to kiss her. Part of her hoped it was the alcohol speaking, but Keanu only had so little of it that it was an impossible case. It was all him, loud and clear, asking Y/N what she would do if he kissed her…

“A-are you going to?” Y/N stuttered, feeling the weight of his sturdy palm pressing on her.

A long silent pause followed after her words, or maybe time just felt different as Y/N was anxiously waiting for Keanu’s actions, she was desperately holding herself back from falling into his lips.

“No,” Keanu suddenly came back to his senses sliding his hand away. It was obvious he felt uneasy too, getting all flustered and trying his best to stay composed. “That would be highly inappropriate. I am your boss.” He exhaled with disappointment in his voice.

“Y-yes,” Y/N gulped, downing the remaining of her drink.

“Yes what?”

“Yes, that would be inappropriate.” Y/N stretched her arm trying to grasp the handbag lying next to her on the sofa. “And I should get going, it’s late,” she blurted standing up and heading towards the exit. Y/N completely understood that running away was not very mature, but she thought it was better this way than staying to talk this through and saying something much more stupid.

Meanwhile, Keanu was rushing after, following her to the front door looking all worried. Y/N was relieved remembering she would not have to see him for another week and she foolishly hoped that everything would be forgotten once he came back. Keanu, on the other hand, had something else in mind.

“Wait” he grabbed Y/N by the wrist, turning her away from the door. “Come to the Fashion Week with me.”

Keanu struck Y/N with his words for the second time this night. She knew they had to leave in the morning and Emily was probably sitting at home with her bags full, getting ready for the event she had been dreaming about for so long.

“What?” Y/N knew that agreeing would make her a terrible person. “No, I can’t, Emily would never forgive me,” she was eagerly shaking her head, failing to understand what the hell was happening. She didn’t want to reject Keanu, but betraying Emily like that was not an option too. What would that make her? No different than any other person from Vogue.

“Why do you care?” he asked moving closer, and all Y/N could focus on was his lips, the ones she almost got to taste tonight. “Just please don’t tell me she’s your friend, because trust me, there are no friends in this business.”

“No, we’re not friends, but still… Don’t you understand how mean it would be to do so?” Y/N was trying to uphold her values, but Keanu was ripping them away from her.

“Has she ever been nice to you?”

“Well not really, but…”

“Great, I’ll call her to tell the news,” Keanu said with his chest almost pressing Y/N to the door, while he was working behind her to undo the lock. For a moment Y/N felt like Keanu was kidnapping her, but at the same time, she knew that a simple ‘no’ coming from her could resolve everything. She just didn’t want to say it. “I’ll pick you up at eight, good night,” Keanu smiled letting her go.

“Good night…” Deep down Y/N knew how wrong it all was, she didn’t feel like she deserved it, not to mention how devastated Emily was going to be, and on top of everything, there was that awkward kiss moment, which Y/N still couldn’t fully comprehend.

Nonetheless, it was Y/N’s chance, her big opportunity to put herself out there, make connections, and maybe soon she was going to be the journalist she had always dreamt being of.

-Part 3-

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Steph’s Birthday Writing Challenge

So as some of you might now I’m turning 30 this june. So I was thinking on hosting a writing challenge (I hope I’m doing this right lol). This time you write and I read. It is my birthday after all ;D

Rules:

You can write as many prompts as you want.

You can write for whatever Character you want

You don’t have to be following me, although it would be appreciated

Please @toomanystoriessolittletime and tag it with #StephsBirthdayWritingChallenge when you post so I will see it

Please use the “read more” button if it’s more than 300 words (no limitation on the word count though)

Max. 2 people can write one prompt

Please send me a ask with the prompt and the character you want to write so I can keep track. I will write your name down in this post

Last date to post is June 21st (which is a week after my actual birthday) you can start to post the fics from may 10th on ☺️

Right. Now the Prompts:

I know most people won’t know some of the songs, but they’re favourites of mine. I added a youtube link to each song prompt.

You can either choose a song prompt or an AU you want to write for.

For example “Charmed AU + John Wick” (which sounds hilarious to me)

Song-Prompts:

“Leave your Lover” – Sam Smith (with Henry by @hnryycvll)

“Like real people do” – Hozier (with Santino by @themanthemyth-thelegend)

“Closer” – Nine inch nails (by @ladyreapermc)

“Map of the problematique” – Muse

“The phone book” - Editors

“Lost in the fire” – The Weeknd (with Henry by @nuns-and-roses)

“Velvet rope” – Rita Ora

“Yellow” – Coldplay (with John Wick by @ficsnroses)

“Slow dancing in a burning room” – John Mayer

“Home” – Michael Buble

“New York” – Snow Patrol (with Keanu by @omg-imagine)

“Mr. Brightside” – The Killers

“Machines” – Biffy Clyro

“Tell me you love me” - Demi Lovato (with August Walker by @onlyhenrys)

“Partition” - Beyonce (with Henry by @fanficsrusz)

AU-Prompts:

Lucifer AU

Charmed AU

The Originals AU

Pushing Daisies AU

John Wick AU (with Jonathan Pine by @themanthemyth-thelegend)

X- Files AU

Ballet AU

Doctor Who AU (with Loki by @villainousshakespeare)

Mafia AU (with Henry by @penwieldingdreamer)

Coffee shop AU (with Geralt & Jaskier by @yespolkadotkitty)

Fake marriage AU (with Henry by @nuns-and-roses)

Drunk marriage in Vegas AU (by @ladyreapermc)

You’ve got mail AU (with Sy by @promptandpros)

Devil wears Prada AU (with Keanu by @iworshipkeanureeves)

Arranged marriage AU (with Neo by @penwieldingdreamer)

I’m so looking forward with what you all will come up with!!

[penwieldingdreamer]

Princess of Zion

So this is my second entry for Steph’s Birthday Writing Challenge with an Arranged Marriage AU in the Matrix Universe and this time I got it done, even though your birthday is nearly over, I hope you will still enjoy it, happy b-day again @toomanystoriessolittletime​ and thank you @ladyreapermc​ for proofreading and being my beta this time. Also I hope you all enjoy this little piece.

Summary: You are the daughter of Councilor Hamann, who arranges a marriage between yourself, one of the only real born children of Zion and Neo, The One

Warnings: NSFW, +18, virgin!reader, first time, oral sex(female recieving) fluffy smut

Words: 4233

"You will do as I say, no more arguments." Councilor Hamann called after you as you left his office. 

Zion had been your home ever since you could remember. Being the daughter of one of the council members was a curse and a blessing. You were able to help the people of the rebellion, but you also were meant to follow the rules of your father. 

"I will not do it, father, not this time." you cried, the tears already filling your eyes. Ever since your mother had died he was bitter, grooming you to be the next councilor of Zion. "You can't pressure me to do your bidding, I'm not a breeding machine to repopulate this city." 

Standing up from behind his desk, he moved into the large living area, watching you as you paced, the flowy fabric of your gown fluttering behind you. "Y/N, you are the last natural child of Zion, your heir will be powerful, but you need someone by your side to strengthen that, the genes must be passed on."

"Oh, so marrying me off to the One is the best option here?" you asked, sarcasm lacing your words. "You know as well as I do that Neo will never agree to that." 

Slowly your father walked towards you, his hands reaching for yours, his old eyes filled with a mixture of regret and satisfaction. "He already did, the wedding will take place five days from now." 

Every muscle in your face lost its power, no way to smile or cry or do anything. You were numb, feeling like the goods sold at the market, no free will to decide your own life. 

*** 

Swallowing the lump in his throat, Neo watched the Oracle pouring tea for herself, a task so periodical that he believed it was what she always did with her guests wanting to know their future. 

"You know I cannot answer that question for you." she told him, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips. 

Neo hadn't even had to ask her what was on his mind, she already knew the second he stepped into her home. "What can you tell me, then?" 

"Only that you will find a way to make this work. Y/N is loyal to a fault, but she also knows what she wants. I have seen your future, Trinity was there, but things have changed now. You ARE the One, Neo and you are going to change your own future."

He sighed, leaning back on the wooden chair, looking around the tiny typical American kitchen. "But at what cost? I agreed to the councilor's terms because it would mean that there was hope for us, the machines wouldn't be able to reproduce, but Y/N is going to resent me for trapping her in this arrangement."

"Oh Neo, she's going to have a brighter future once she lets her heart see you for real." the oracle smirked, taking a sip of her tea. "I don't doubt you will show her." 

Cocking his head to the side, he send the Oracle an incredulous look. He didn't want to talk about his love life with her when he needed to focus on fulfilling the promise he made to the chancellor. 

***

Your hands were clammy as they held onto Neo's larger one, a red band fastened around them. 

"Are you alright?" he whispered calmly, his thumb softly caressing the skin on the back of your hand. Neo had been watching you since the ceremony started, feeling the nervous jitters coursing through your body. 

Looking up into his dark eyes, you felt the hairs on the back of your neck stand up, a bead of sweat making its way down from your temple to your chin, the humid air in the holy caves not helping and making the fabric of your dress stick to your body. It was the same style as you usually wore, long and wrapped around your body like a cocoon and yet you felt like it was cutting off the air from your lungs. 

All your life you had prepared to one day take over your father's seat on the council but then he started to study the genetics of the people made in the Matrix and of those born naturally. He wanted soldiers to fight the war against the machines and you would have to provide them. "I might be once this is over." you answered him, your voice barely audible over the speech Morpheus held in your honor. 

Neo squeezed your hand, giving you a gentle smile as his captain came to an end of the ceremony. 

"Just like this ribbon your lives are now tied together. May your days be full of love and healthy children." 

The crowd roared and you saw your father smile. Your husband leaned in, kissing the corner of your lips as you felt everything pass by you in a blur. Life had changed the moment you put your hand in Neo's. 

"Y/N, Neo." Morpheus looked at you both, his arms raised to the roof of the caves. "You are now husband and wife, bound for eternity."

Taking a deep breath, you both turned around, your hands still tied together, the former hacker pulled them into the air, a tight smile on his own lips. The people of Zion celebrated your union, erupting in cheers and clapping. Thoughts were racing through your mind, everything surrounding you turning into a blur of color and sounds. Morpheus pulled the red ribbon away from your conjoined hands and gave it to Trinity, who stood behind him and watched you closely. 

You were the reason she couldn't have him anymore and you'd definitely understand if one day she came and would kill you in your sleep. 

"Neo, Y/N, congratulations." your father said, pulling the savior as he secretly called him into a tight embrace. 

Lightly clapping his hands on his shoulder, Neo quickly pulled away from the older man. "Thank you, Councilor Hamann. I am lucky to have such a wonderful woman as my wife." He turned to you, his fingers tracing the back of your hand, the skin cold underneath his. "But I think we shall retire now."

"Are you really leaving already, Neo? The festivities only just started." Morpheus pointed his arm to the people dancing to the music in the caves before he turned to his friend again, a smile on his lips. 

Nodding his head, the One gently pulled you after him, telling the dark skinned captain and his former lover that he would see them in a few days. Looking back at your father one last time you saw the proud smile on his face return, proud that you now would start your new life as Zion's breeding machine. 

***

"You're silent, are you alright?" 

You had stepped onto the private loft taking you to the suit you would now share as married couple, eagerly taking up on side of the enclosed space so you could breathe again, laying your head against the cool metal wall. 

Watching you, Neo felt the guilt spread out over his chest, squeezing his heart like a vice. He should have never agreed to the marriage, already your life turned miserable in the last few minutes and he had added to that. "I'm sorry." 

"Why are you sorry?" you asked, turning to the savior and leaning your back on the wall behind you. "You haven't done anything wrong yet."

Shaking his head, Neo moved closer to you, his hands finding your smaller ones and his dark eye staring at your own. "I should have never agreed to this arrangement. Your father was wrong to force you into it, who knows if we're even compatible."

"Believe me," you started, a humorless laugh leaving your lips. "My father was prepared. He studied us both for a while, we are compatible. I'm just sorry you had to leave Trinity because of me."

Leaning his forehead against yours, he lightly brushed his lips over your own, hoping you'd respond. Your hands twitched, feeling the urge to move them to his neck. Something sparked inside you, telling you to let go and just feel. 

The Oracle once told you that there would come a time when you needed to follow your heart. You had a feeling the time was now and she was never wrong. 

Pulling your hands free, you moved them over his biceps, feeling the coarse fabric of his sweater under your skin. His tongue begged for entrance, lightly parting your lips to move closer and deeper. Neo's hands laid on your cheeks, his thumbs brushing over your cheek bone, making shivers run down your spine from the sensation. 

"I-the lift," you mumbled against his lips when you felt the metal elevator come to a stop. 

Neo grinned, his mouths never leaving yours when he spoke against the soft skin. "The ride is too short, I was just enjoying kissing my wife." 

"You can enjoy it once we're inside the suit." you told him with a giggle. "The maids will have prepared everything." 

The doors opened and you were greeted by a familiar sight. Instantly your mood sobered when you came face to face with Seren, who had been your maid since you were old enough to dress yourself. "Y/N, come." She held out her hand for you to take and smiled back at your husband. "We need to get you changed and prepared."

Looking at Neo, you felt the anxiety rise. Soon you would have to lay together as husband and wife and you didn't know if you were ready. Nodding his head he moved toward the open space in your quarters, the windows opposite the bed enhanced by pictures of a tranquil mountain lake. Taking a deep breath he looked down at the sweater he wore, holes on the bottom and the pants were the only good pair he had. When Neo had seen you walking up to him, wrapped in the light fabric he had seen you dressed in on so many occasions, he couldn't believe that you really agreed to your father's terms. 

Yes, he was the savior and the One, but still felt like he belonged to the lower levels of Zion. Hopefully you wouldn't hate him after tonight, because he could see himself enjoying your company and probably falling in love with you along the way, even if Trinity would always have a small part of his heart. 

*** 

"Is this really the right thing to do?" you asked Seren as she helped you dress in the satin nightgown your mother had worn on her wedding night. The skirt was split in the front, showing your bare legs, while there wasn't really much covering your cleavage. 

Your maid smiled at you, her gentle eyes looking down from the mirror. "Your husband may be the savior but he is just a man. And he will be gentle and love you." 

"But what if I can't love him? What if all I do is regret agreeing to my father's plans?" 

Giggling, she placed a sweet kiss on the top of your head. "You will love him in time." 

Taking a deep breath, you nodded your head. Seren had never been wrong before when she gave you advice, so why should she now. You got up, everything on the table abandoned to meet your husband again. With jittery legs you walked back to Neo, watching him, his back turned to you and studying the scenery played on the holo windows. 

Clearing your throat, you saw him jump by the unexpected entry. "Y/N, you look-I-well." Neo shrugged his shoulders, lightly scratching the back of his head, clearly speechless. You could feel his eyes taking in your body and clasped your hands together in front of you, hoping he wouldn't see them shaking. 

"I-It was my mother's. She wore it on her wedding night so I, I thought it was fitting." 

Holding his hand out, Neo walked up to you. He lightly brushed his fingers over your bare arms, feeling the pebbles break out on your skin. You closed your eyes, the sensations raking through your body at lightspeed. 

"You're beautiful." he whispered, his lips right next to your ear. His hands moved down to your waist, lightly squeezing your body. "It's going to be alright."

Breathing in his musky aroma, you leaned back against his body, slinging your arms around his neck as Neo leaned down, letting his lips glide over your skin, suckling on the spot where your neck met your shoulder. "N-Neo, I-I've never…there's never been" 

"It's okay, there's no rush." he said, pulling you farther back into his body. "We have all the time in the world."

His hand moved under your chin and lightly pulled your face to his own, sealing his lips with yours, soaking up the soft moan that escaped your mouth. His hands played with the clasp of your dress on the back of your neck. You felt it slip down your body, the fabric sliding over your chest, rubbing against your nipples that grew harder with the action. Gasping you leaned your head back onto his shoulder, your dress pooling at your feet and Neo's hands found their way to your chest, brushing over your breast and nipples. His lips laid on your neck, suckling on your pulse point. 

He moved with you to the large bed and turned you to face him. Biting your lower lip you stepped back, feeling the edge of the mattress in the back of your knees. Neo watched your every move as you lowered yourself onto the bed. 

"Just lay back and let me do all the work. I want you to enjoy it." he murmured, leaning over you and stroking his fingertips along your bare arms.

Nodding your head, you moved back on the bed, laying down on the pillows Seren had rearranged before you arrived. Inside your chest your heart was racing, your breathing sped up and you felt your stomach knot in anticipation. Neo's eyes darkened as he looked down at you, licking his lips and kneeling by your feet.

"Relax, I'm going to take good care of you."

Gently, his hands glided over the smooth skin of your legs, feeling the pebbles under his fingertips. His lips followed the path, laying open mouthed kisses along your legs, over the waistband of your panties. Little mewls left your lips, as you felt his hot breath on your skin, moving up over your stomach and to your breasts. His mouth closed around one nipple, lavishly sliding his tongue around the tip, while his hand kneaded the other, the coarse fabric of his sweater brushing against the skin of your belly. 

Moaning, you closed your eyes, leaning your head back against the pillows as the sensations washed over you, pooling in the pit of your stomach. Your hands found their way into his hair, lightly scratching along his scalp and burying your fingers in his dark strands. 

If this was how it was going to be every time you laid together, you would really enjoy being married to him. 

Once he had feasted enough on your breasts, Neo looked up at you, seeing the half closed eyes and a smile on your lips.

"Are you okay?" 

"Mhmm, yes, I really enjoy that." you said, brushing your fingers along his jaw, seeing the desire reflected in his eyes. 

He smiled at you, laying a soft kiss on your lips. "Good, because there is more to come." 

Lazily, Neo moved back over your body, kissing and suckling along the curves of your body, his hands clasping yours, letting you guide him in his pace. Instinctively, you pulled your legs up, bending at your knees to anchor your body. He leaned his head against your inner thigh, his dark locks brushing against your skin, tickling you lightly. Looking up at you, Neo watched you carefully, seeing the pleasure reflected in the little moans that left your opened lips, eyes closed and enjoying his ministrations. With a smile he leaned back down breathing in your arome that came to him from your still clothed core. 

Letting go of your hands, he pulled the panties off of your legs, smiling down at you as felt your self-consciousness rear its ugly head. No man before him had seen you completely naked and you felt a deep blush creep over your body. 

"Don't, you are beautiful." Neo murmured, taking the hand that was laid over your core and kissed the back of it. Pushing your legs open with a soft hand, he lowered himself back between them, kissing his way from your inner thighs to your middle. His hands moved to your hips and with just one look he asked you for permission. Drawing a deep breath and pulling your lower lip between your teeth, nodding your head. 

Neo's mouth descended onto your core, breathing in your sweet aroma while his tongue lazily licked at your entrance. 

You felt tremors course through your body at the foreign yet pleasing feeling, your head thrown back into the pillows. Every fiber in your body was taut, you feared it would break in a thousand pieces. "Neo." you keened clenching your hands into fists, not sure if you should grab his dark hair or leave them by your side. His mouth feasted on your moist heat, his tongue playing with your nub before he moved to your cavern, moaning as he tasted your sweet juices. 

"Fuck, I can't get enough of you." he mumbled, his thumb drawing circles over your clit and smiling as you bucked your hips into his mouth. "I'm going to prepare you for me, so you really need to relax."

Swallowing the lump in your throat you felt one of his stocky fingers enter you, brushing against your inner walls. The groan leaving his mouth vibrated against you, enticing a loud moan yourself. Feeling the wetness coating his hand, Neo added a second finger, opening you even further for him. His ministrations brought you closer to the edge, the muscles in your legs trembling as your hand reached down, carding your fingers through his dark hair. "Please, N-Neo, I-I can't, it's too much." you pleaded with him, the knot in your belly tightening. 

"Good, just let go, I want you to let it go." he whispered against you, leaning his head against your thigh, still stroking his fingers in and out of you. 

His reassurance was all it took to push you over the edge. Closing your eyes tightly, your muscles contracted and every nerve ending sang with pleasure as you felt your release, wetness coating his hand and chin. Your hand was still fisted in his hair when you came down from your high, breathing harshly. 

Smiling, Neo laid soft kisses on your lower belly, heated middle and still trembling thighs before he removed himself from you. Being the only one naked in the room, your husband wanted to finally feel your soft skin against his own. He pulled his sweater over his head, his dark hair sticking up at odd angles from the way your hands had held onto the strands as well as removing his clothing. Next followed his pants and shoes, baring him to your own eyes. 

He moved back to the bed, smiling as your legs readily parted for him to lay between them. Your eyes darted down to his hardness, the blush on your cheeks deepening. You weren't naive about the difference between men and women, but still you were uncomfortable with all this for the first time. 

"Relax." he whispered, kissing along your jawline before he finally settled on your lips. "I promise you will enjoy it, it's going to hurt at first but it will fade." 

Biting your lower lip, you nodded your head and lightly stroked your fingertips over the numerous plugs on his body. You had seen them often enough but never this close and never on the body of your husband. "Do they hurt you?" 

"No." he shook his head with a smile, laying his hand on your chin, as his chest rested against your own. "It was an odd feeling but I have gotten used to it now." 

Returning his smile, you put your arms around his neck, drawing him into a deep kiss, trying to stop the little nervous tremors when you felt his hard cock rubbing against your entrance. 

Breaking the kiss, Neo gave you another reassuring look before he turned his head down to where your body would meet, lightly tugging at his cock. "Are you ready?" 

"Y-Yes." you whispered holding onto his shoulders, his eyes never leaving yours as he sank into your tight virgin caver. A soft gasp left your lips as you felt his girth stretch you out, wincing at the discomfort but remembering what he had told you before. It would pass. 

Your husband leaned down, pushing his nose into your neck and breathed in your sweet flowery fragrance mixed with the sweat on your body. With shallow thrusts he opened you wider for him until he finally was able to bottom out you, groaning deeply into your ear. Shivers raced down over your spine as you listened to his responses, raking your nails over his taught back.

You knew he was holding back to not hurt you and make it as pleasant for you as it would be for him, but feeling his weight on top of you, his hardness surrounded by your wet heat and you needed more, the sweet knot in your belly tightening again.

"Neo, please, I-I need, just-ugh-move, please." you mumbled against his hair, losing the ability to form the right words. 

He smiled into your neck, kissing the tender spot behind your ear before you felt his hips shift slightly, drawing back from you before he moved back down. His arm that had leaned next to your head on the mattress, shifted and pulled your legs up higher on his waist, pushing him deeper into your core. Moaning you closed your eyes, one hand finding its way into his hair again as he feasted on your chest, the nipples hard and puckered from the pleasure and cold air in the room. 

Neo pulled his head away from your neck, smiling down at you as your hands held onto his shoulders, your breasts jiggling from the movement of his hips against your own. "You're so beautiful." he murmured, harsh puffs of air leaving his lisp as he leaned down to kiss you again, savoring the sweet taste of your lips. "Fuck, everything about you is beautiful."

Biting your lip, you mewled at the sensations of his cock rubbing against your moist walls and that special spot he had found before, making your legs tremble from the pleasure. The knot in your belly tightening again and you knew it wouldn't be long now. Neo's hand tightened on your waist pulling you closer against him before he moved his upper body away from yours.

"I'm close now, love." he said and you felt his hips jerk against you. His hand made its way down to where your bodies were connected, his thumb drawing circles over your clit, making your legs tremble from the pleasure coursing through you. Your hands pulled away from his body and you reached up, holding tightly onto the pillows ad Neo pushed you further over the edge, his own climax washing over him like a tidal wave. 

Groaning, he closed his eyes and tightened one arm around your lower body, his fingers still working you towards your own orgasm. You could feel your walls tightening around him as he spilled his hot seed inside of you, hitting you deep inside. With trembling legs you felt the could in your belly explode, pushing you back against the bed from the force your climax as it washed over you, gasping loudly and trying to breath in all the air you could get. 

Harsh breaths escaped you both in rapid succession, feeling the tremors course through your bodies. Neo laid down on top of your body, brushing his fingertips over your sweaty forehead and down to your jaw, softly kissing your lips. "Are you alright?" 

"Mhmm, y-yes, I guess so." you mumbled against his lips, tightening your grip around his shoulders, enjoying the weight of his body on yours. You felt safe with him, love spreading inside your chest as you gazed into his brown eyes. He was gentle with you and you hoped he would stay that way, to often had you seen the families of Zion destroyed by the war where men had returned differently as when they left. 

Neo slightly pulled away from you, turning onto his side and drawing you close to his body. "I can't promise you that everything will be alright with the war, but I promise you that I will do everything in my power to keep you and everyone else safe." 

"I only want you to come back and keep me and our future children safe." you told him, brushing your hand against his cheek, feeling the sweat under your fingertips. 

Smiling he leaned in and brushed his lips across your temple. He had a feeling the Oracle had been right - again - there would be love blossoming between you both. 

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There Are No Rules (3/3)

Keanu Reeves x Reader (The Devil Wears Prada AU)

A/N: The series has come to an end and I’m a little sad about it because I had too much fun exploring this universe, but I hope you’ll enjoy this as much as I did. Thanks @toomanystoriessolittletime​ for this opportunity to participate in your writing challenge, and I can’t wait to wish you a happy birthday!

Summary: Reader applies for a job in a fashion magazine where Keanu is editor-in-chief.

Warnings: none

Words: 3.5K

-Part 2-

The morning they had to leave, Keanu sent a car to Y/N’s home. Opening the  door, she was relieved to find out he wasn’t sitting inside, and she was informed that he would be meeting her at the airport. Y/N was still a little embarrassed from the previous night, thinking it would have been wiser not staying for that drink, and it was easing to know they wouldn’t be sharing an awkward car ride.

Y/N had no idea what to expect but she was definitely amazed to learn that Vogue owned a private jet. Sadly, it was only reminding her how much out of place she felt. Y/N had never been on one before, and no matter how excited she was, there was a feeling of anxiety accumulating in her core. This lifestyle wasn’t hers, she did not know how to behave, especially at all the shows she was going to attend with Reeves. She was afraid to be a disappointment.

Y/N was greeted by Nigel rushing her to get on board, while the driver was taking care of her luggage. Stepping inside, Y/N acted like she was looking around for a place to sit but her eyes were actually scanning the place and searching for Reeves.

He was already asleep with his ears plugged and a black satiny sleeping mask covering his eyes. It didn’t come as a surprise after the sleepless night that Keanu and Y/N had shared, still unsettling thoughts were running in her head, thinking that maybe Keanu was pretending, just to avoid interacting with her.

Y/N, on the other hand, was unable to rest. She was nauseous, worried that things were going to be weird between Keanu and her, and to make the matters worse, they would be stuck together for a whole week. Y/N was also disgusted by her own actions, knowing it was Emily, who should have been on this jet, flying to Fashion Week she had been dreaming about for so long. Instead, Y/N selfishly took her place, and she hadn’t even had the guts to apologize yet.

Nigel seemed like he had a sleepless night too. He had probably spent the bigger part of it making a wardrobe switch, throwing away outfits he had spent a lot of time putting together. Not only Y/N’s and Emily’s sizes differed, but their styles too, so Nigel had only a few hours to come up with something completely new. It was another reason for him to hate the fact that Y/N was coming instead of Emily, and he wasn’t afraid to openly express it with his sulking look.

Spending long hours on that jet, Y/N couldn’t help but think, how a simple refusal could have solved most of these problems, and how she would be enjoying a calm day at the office now.

---

Surprisingly, the Fashion Week was going way better than Y/N thought it would. It opened up a whole new world for her, and Keanu was there to guide her. Indeed, he was being very nice and patient with her, Y/N really enjoyed having her boss this way. Sometimes Y/N even felt like he was the one assisting her, as Keanu would help with where to go, what to do, what to say, and she was thankful, because otherwise she would have been completely lost.

Keanu was also good with dissipating any remaining awkwardness between them, and a couple of days in, Y/N had almost forgotten that uncomfortable exchange at his place. They were back at ‘friendly professional‘, and even if Y/N had been craving the kiss, she liked having their relationship this way. It was less stressful, and she could properly enjoy the events of the Fashion Week.

Y/N didn't feel excluded at all, Reeves was taking her everywhere, and he was even encouraging Y/N to converse with people. Not that she often dared to, but still, it was nice to know that she wasn't just someone far in the background.

And the outfits were fantastic of course, even if Nigel didn't like Y/N too much, he did a perfect job. He was even considerate enough to search for comfortable shoes and Y/N appreciated that. Keanu seemed like he enjoyed her outfits as well, since Y/N would catch him occasionally checking her out. She was certain that Keanu was more interested in her fashion rather than Y/N herself, but she savored his attention.

Keanu was definitely leading socially but it was Y/N, who kept everything in order, and Keanu knew he could trust her. “Can you check if our car is close? I don’t want to be late for Saint Laurent,” he asked, ready to leave Dior.

Praising technology, Y/N opened a GPS app connected to their car, hoping it was not too far away. “It’s just around the corner, our driver is probably waiting for us already,” she turned her phone around showing Keanu the screen. In that second, Y/N felt her phone vibrating, unknown number popping up on the screen.

Y/N knew she was still technically working, and maybe it was not the right time to answer calls from her personal phone. She was about to stick her mobile back into her purse, when Keanu interrupted. “You’re not going to take this?” He asked.

“May I?” She was a little surprised, thinking how this would never happen back in the office. Keanu would often remind her that working hours were not for personal matters, but she guessed the rules didn’t apply in Paris.

“Sure, I’ll meet you outside,” Keanu let her go with a little wink, and she found her way outside to return the call. It was really hard to find a quiet corner. Luckily, Y/N wasn’t famous and people were completely ignoring her when Keanu wasn’t by her side.

“Good morning, Y/N, I’m calling from The Bronx Daily, I’m happy to inform…” it was all Y/N heard before her brain went clouded. Words were mixing up inside her head, and her brain could only put together little snippets coming from the other end of the line.

“… we would like you to start as soon as possible…” Y/N immediately remembered having that interview, but they hadn’t responded in so long that Y/N thought it was over. She didn’t even know what to say. Of course, she was happy, but everything seemed so quick and unexpected that she was having hard time gathering her thoughts.

“Thank you so much, could you email me all the information?” She had only managed to say, before she saw Keanu waving at the driver. Once the call was over, she ran closer joining him for the ride.

“All good?” He handed Y/N a snickers, something to keep her through another show.

“What? Oh, yes yes, I’m good.”

“You’re sure? You seem a little off.” He was watching Y/N playing with her chocolate bar, nervously twirling the wrapper in her hands.

“I’m fine, it was just my friend, she got engaged” Y/N lied, she wanted to think more before announcing her decision.

Truthfully, there wasn’t much to think about, she had just been offered a job as a journalist, which meant she would finally be writing. It was something she had been dreaming of for so long, and it didn’t matter that it wouldn’t be as glamorous as Vogue, she had to start somewhere.

It was a pity they called her in the midst of the Fashion Week, when Y/N was enjoying her job like never before. She had to constantly remind herself that her fairytale was going to end next week, and she would be back to her horrid office job fulfilling absurd Reeves’ wishes.

Speaking about Reeves, it made everything much harder, since Y/N felt herself slowly falling for him. Y/N was sure as ever, she wasn’t going to waste a great opportunity for another man, especially the one completely out of her league, who also didn’t even seem to be interested in her any longer.

Y/N felt that if Keanu truly wanted to kiss her, he would have done it back at his place before leaving to Paris. But he didn’t, and maybe Y/N was overestimating how much he actually liked her. Still, it broke her heart knowing she might not be seeing him again.

Their car was slowing down next to a venue, and Y/N kept on staring through the window with a slight concern. She still couldn’t get used to those huge crowds surrounding the entrance, people shouting and press cameras flashing in front of her eyes. “Do you enjoy this chaos?” She inquired, keeping her eyes set on the pavement.

“No, of course not,” Keanu chuckled. “But I love my job and I love fashion, it’s something I have never doubted. So I guess, when you’re determined about the things you love, it’s easier to turn a blind eye sometimes, and I’m pretty sure you’re aware there are much worse things in the industry than that.”

“Yeah…” Y/N sighed and gave him a shy smile.

“This chaos will be over soon, and no matter how much you hate it now, I guarantee, you’re going to miss it someday.”

---

It was Y/N’s final night in Paris, she was hanging out in her hotel room, getting ready for the gala event as Reeves’ plus one. He had sent a professional glam team to her room for her hair and make up, and Nigel had stopped by earlier leaving a beautiful evening gown for Y/N to wear.

It was a dark burgundy chiffon dress having a corset embedded with bright tiny jewels. Y/N could only wonder how much it was worth, but in the same time, she had other things to worry about too. That tight corset being one of them.

It had too many little clasps in the back, and Y/N was sweating, desperately trying to work behind her. Her arms were burning and her neck was doing almost a 180 degree turn to the mirror, trying to keep track of every little metal piece sliding between her fingers. It was impossible, and she had been aware from the very beginning that in no way she was going to do it herself.

Y/N knew she should have asked her make up team to help her, if only she had thought about it earlier… But it was too late now. Time was not on her side, and Y/N had to think fast. It was either Nigel or Keanu to help her, and the choice was obvious here.

Y/N dialed Nigel as quickly as she could praying for him to answer. It took a few calls for her to realize that Nigel was not available to help. Her only hope was Keanu now, and Y/N didn’t think much before dialing his number. Gladly, he was quick to pick up.

“Can you come help me?” She asked, breathing her frustration to the phone.

“What did you do?” He was always quick to think that Y/N had messed something up.

“What? Nothing, it’s about the dress” She had neither time nor energy to argue, so she just waited for Keanu to confirm that he could come.

In a minute, Y/N heard a knock on her door and rushed to let Keanu in. He was already wearing his white dress shirt with a black tie, but the suit jacket was probably still in his room. For a second, Y/N lost herself admiring his built, his shirt nicely tucked in, accentuating his hefty core. Her hands even shook a little willing to wrap around his sturdy waist.

“If you don’t like it, I’m sorry, but trust me, Nigel knows better,” Keanu spoke closing the door behind him and coming closer into the room.

“It’s not that, I love it. I just can’t deal with the corset, and Nigel won’t answer.”

“Fine, show me.” He crossed his arms waiting for Y/N to bring the dress.

She slowly handed him the gown, and they both stood confused. “Do you want to wear this on top of your robe?” Keanu asked with a cheeky smile, making Y/N blush and shift her eyes to the ground. She was wearing nothing but her panties underneath, and she only had stickers covering her nipples, so naturally, Y/N didn’t feel easy taking the robe off in front of Reeves.

“What? Oh no, I-I’m,” she was stuttering, feeling the burn in her cheeks.

“It’s okay, I won’t look,” Keanu giggled turning around. He was so used to working around unabashed models, that he didn’t even realize at first this could be making Y/N feel uncomfortable.

She looked beautiful as ever, making it hard for Keanu to focus on her corset. In fact, he was stalling, slowly working his way up her spine, wishing this moment lasted forever. With every clasp done, Keanu could see her breasts lifting higher, every little push up was making his breathing increasingly erratic. He tried to look away, but his eyes would wander back to Y/N’s décolleté, perfectly framed by luxurious fabric.

More than anything, Keanu wanted to undo the corset ripping it apart, he was barely holding himself together. But he had to. Y/N was his assistant, a good one in fact, and he had almost ruined it once, so he knew better to stay away this time.

Meanwhile, Y/N was sensing Keanu close, his breath against her radiating skin. She was imagining him kissing her exposed neck, trailing sultry kisses down her bare back. Y/N could feel his fingertips occasionally brushing against her soft skin, waking up little tingles in various places all over her body. She got carried away by various scenarios playing in her head, all of which involved Keanu tearing the dress away.

“You’re all done.” His words snapped Y/N back into reality, and they both shared longing looks reflecting in the mirror. Both of them felt it, neither one dared to do something. “No wait, not yet.” He stepped aside to take a white gold diamond necklace out of the velvet box and came back closer brushing Y/N’s hair over her shoulder. “You look beautiful,” he said, admiring Y/N through the mirror, his eyes following the necklace as it sank down closer to the valley of her breasts.

In that minute, sadness washed over Y/N’s eyes, as she remembered it was her final day in Paris. Her Cinderella story was coming to an end, and Y/N felt like she would never even see Keanu again after telling him she wanted to leave Vogue.

“I’ll meet you at the lobby,” he nodded stepping through the door. “We’re leaving through the front door, so don’t get too overwhelmed.”

She knew she had to tell him. Eventually.

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The gala was overwhelming to say the least. Y/N felt like every event she had participated in during the week was to prepare her for this. Some of the people she could remember from the fashion shows she had seen, and surprisingly, some of them remembered her too.

Of course, she didn’t magically turn into a social butterfly, but her time spent in Paris definitely helped to open up her shell. Y/N was amazed how she only needed one person to believe in her in order to become a confident woman, or at least she was getting closer to it. Unfortunately, the realization only made it harder to leave Vogue.

Y/N kept calling it Vogue in her head, but truly, it was Keanu she didn’t want to part with.

“Y/N?!” She heard him whispering in a strict tone. “What is wrong with you today? You’re all in your head.” He complained, but he also seemed a little concerned for Y/N.

“I’m sorry, it’s nothing. You wanted something?” She smiled, persuading him there was nothing to worry about.

“You have to choose from the menu, I’ve asked you like three times already.” Y/N only gave him an apologetic look, taking the menu from his hands.

During the dinner Y/N tried to constantly be aware, she was afraid to look like a fool drifting away in her mind again. She kept observing the environment, noticing how most of the girls were barely touching their food, and it made her wonder whether she should follow this social protocol too.

It took Y/N two minutes of playing with her food to realize how actually hungry she was. She wasn’t even going to be a part of this world soon, so why bother, she thought. The steak was so juicy, Y/N could almost hear it calling her name, inviting her to indulge.  Ant it was definitely worth it.

As they were waiting for the dessert, the chatty crowd around the table was becoming too much for Y/N, so she excused herself to get some fresh air. Also, she wanted to prepare her words for telling Keanu she was out, something quick and painless.

Keanu was expecting for Y/N to come back soon, but as he noticed she was gone for a great matter of time, he decided to go look for her.

He found Y/N in the balcony, admiring the sun setting over the Parisian rooftops. Her dress was flowing in the wind as she was leaning over the balcony railing, looking stunning from behind. Keanu even had to stop for a moment to marvel the view.

“You’re okay?” He inquired coming nearer to Y/N and resting his hands on the rail, close to where hers was.

“Yes, just needed some air,” her eyes were set on the Eifel Tower; she had never been to Paris before.

“Did something happen? Because I feel like something’s wrong.” He turned his core towards Y/N, trying to read her face. The only thing he saw was how pretty she was.

“The Bronx Daily reached out, they want me to write for them.” Y/N bit her lip trying to swallow her tears.

“Are you going to?” Keanu was soft, almost compassionate.

“Well yes, I know it’s not Vogue, but at least I’d be writing.”

“So, that’s great news, right?” He raised his palms up, almost ready to hug Y/N. Keanu saw it wasn’t easy for her, so he tried to lighten the atmosphere with his smile. He was genuinely happy for her.

“Yeah, but… You don’t seem too upset,” she smirked, finally finding the courage to look Keanu in the eye. “Was I really that bad?”

“Oh come on, I think we both knew Vogue was only temporary for you.” Y/N raised her brow, thinking what the hell Keanu meant with his words. “You’ve always wanted to write, it’s your chance.”

“Then why did you even bother to take me in?”

“I saw a beautiful girl with so much potential just not enough vigor that I… I don’t know, I guess… I just wanted to show her what she’s capable of, to give her wings, you know.” For the first time Y/N saw Keanu like that. He was timid, even blushing, it was him now unable to keep his eyes up.  

“You know you turned me into a terrible person, right?” Y/N sighed. “I stabbed Emily in the back, I stole this opportunity from her, and I don’t think I deserved this at all. Is that what you’re calling giving me wings?”

“Well, Harpies have wings too,” Keanu smirked making her giggle.  

“And look at the bright side.” He raised his hand up to her shoulder coming to stand behind her. Y/N could feel his touch still being a little uncertain, so she sank backwards slightly, molding herself into his grip. “You won’t have to deal with Emily anymore, who I’m sure is mad as hell.” Keanu continued making them both chuckle, his hands were squeezing Y/N’s shoulders form behind, warming up her skin. The weather was getting chilly, but Y/N was feeling warmth from within, she wanted to be held like this forever.

“Besides, since you won’t be working for me anymore…” Keanu brushed his fingers through Y/N’s hair, fixing a couple of strands messed up by the wind. He slowly pushed one of her shoulders forward turning her around, then carefully drew his hand to cup her cheek, his thumb running just below her lower lip. Y/N’s eyes were glimmering with anticipation, and before she could do or say anything, Keanu’s lips came to join hers.

He was tender at first, slowly deepening the kiss, trying to test the waters before he was sure Y/N was in for this. He even pulled back a little, opening his eyes to check hers. “Is this..?” Y/N didn’t let Keanu finish, wrapping her hand around his nape, pulling him closer again. She felt the kiss with her whole body, excitement and arousal reaching every single cell of hers. It seemed like their hands had only one goal, which was to pull each other close, making them eager for even more. It was impossible to hold back with their lips fusing, dancing around one another, exploring the taste they had been craving for so long. It felt like the kissing was never going to end, but for the sake of their swollen lips, they had to slow down at least for now.

“Do you want to go back for dessert?” Keanu asked, pressing her gently to his chest.  

“I’ve already had mine,” they both chuckled, bringing their lips back closer for another little peck.

“Want me to show you around Paris then?” Keanu grinned, offering Y/N to take his hand. Nodding with enthusiasm, she left another kiss lingering on Keanu’s lips and locked their fingers together getting excited for what else this night had to offer.

-THE END-

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There Are No Rules (1/3)

Keanu Reeves x Reader (The Devil Wears Prada AU)

A/N: This is my entry for @toomanystoriessolittletime​ birthday writing challenge and I’m so grateful for this AU idea, because I have so much fun writing it. The story should have 3 parts, and if everything goes according to the plan, the remaining chapters will be posted over the next couple of weeks. As always, I hope you enjoy!

Summary: Reader applies for a job in a fashion magazine where Keanu is editor-in-chief.

Warnings: insults, anxiety

Words: 1.9K

There she was, standing in the bustling lobby of a skyscraper, ready to go up to the highest floor for the interview at one of the biggest magazines in New York City. A small town girl, desperate to become a world-renown journalist, writing stories she was passionate about. But this had to wait, at least for now. Y/N needed a job, any kind of job, just to make ends meet, and working within a publishing industry, even if it meant she wouldn’t be writing for some time, felt like a good compromise.

The elevator ride appeared to take ages, Y/N was nervously stomping, grasping her petty resume in her hand and repeating her words of introduction. Finally, the door opened, and she stepped into a loud corridor crowded with people rushing back and forward, all kinds of perfumes mixing in the air.

Y/N looked around, finding the reception desk to be empty. Having no idea where to go next, she just stood still startled by the chaos surrounding her. Even though these people seemed ignorant and unwilling to help, Y/N still felt observed, like an exotic animal at the zoo, and completely out of place.

“Are you lost?“ A stunning red headed woman popped up in front of Y/N’s eyes. She was elegant and sophisticated, with an immaculate style, so perfect that it made her seem intimidating. The fact that she was scowling, while examining Y/N with a judgmental look, didn’t help too.

“Uh-I I‘m Y/F/N, I‘m here to meet mister Reeves.“ Y/N’s words seemed to make the woman even more puzzled, and she squirmed crossing her arms with a suggestive hostility. “For the job of assistant,“ Y/N added, feeling her hands getting sweaty and drying them on the sides of her skirt.

“Are you sure you’re in the right place?” the woman pointed to the huge sign on the wall spelling Vogue, and Y/N’s enthusiasm was dissipating with every second spent here, she was already questioning her choice.

“Yes, I’ve been told to ask for Emily, where can I find her?”

The woman lifted her brows looking rather agitated, “Oh God, okay, that would be me,” she sighed rolling her eyes. “After me.” Emily gestured for Y/N to follow her, and an awkward silence settled between them.

Y/N was observing people through the glass doors, every single one of them looked like they were professionals of their craft and it definitely didn’t help Y/N to calm her nerves.

“Listen, I’m just curious, you are clearly not into fashion, so why Vogue?” Emily finally spoke, and she seemed genuinely interested how someone like Y/N could end up in a place like this.

Y/N knew it was probably better to lie, but  at this point, she was convinced the job would never be hers, no one from Vogue would ever even consider her. “I saw a position open online and just thought why not, I mean it was either Vogue or TV guide, so…” Y/N hated herself for coming here, TV guide would have worked just fine for a temporary job, and now she felt like she was going to end up unemployed again.

“Oh, just great, that’s exactly the spirit we’re looking for” Emily’s voice was full of ridicule, “Well, good luck!” Another scoff left her throat as she watched Y/N sheepishly approaching Reeve’s office.

“Good morning, Mister Reeves?” Y/N knocked on an already wide opened door, finding a man in an elegant suit sitting behind a desk full of stacked issues of Vogue. He nodded slightly arching his brow, and Y/N understood that she was expected to explain what she came here for. “I’m Y/F/N, I’m here for the assistant’s position, human resources sent me.”

“Hmm,” Reeves hummed eyeing her from head to toe, like everyone here did. “Okay, sit.” Y/N stepped forward placing her resume on his desk, and carefully positioned herself on the edge of a chair with her back unnaturally straight. She was extremely uptight but she couldn’t help it, especially when everyone here was pitch-perfect, and she didn’t feel so. “And call me Keanu, please,” he said opening the folder, beginning to look at her resume.

Y/N sat there looking at him flipping through her portfolio, she was analyzing every little frown settling in Reeve’s face, but frankly, there weren’t any clear emotions showing, he seemed stone cold, and Y/N didn’t know what to think of it. Did he like what he saw? She wasn’t so sure about that.

“What do you know about fashion?” Keanu leaned back in his chair, pushing the folder away. In that moment Y/N got really scared, she didn’t know what she had expected, it was stupid of her coming here in the first place. Sure she knew what Vogue was, she had heard of a few fashion names before, however, Y/N couldn’t tell what exactly was trending right now, and it showed.

“I don’t know much yet, but I’m willing to learn, I graduated from…” Y/N was trying to come up with something, but she got cut off by Keanu raising his hand up, gesturing her to just stop talking.

“Listen, it’s great you’re educated, you resume is impressive, but I need you to show me some character, you know. Vogue is fierce, thousands of girls would kill for this job, and I have to be sure you can withstand it.”

“I-I can,” Y/N stuttered, feeling like this was the end of it all.

“I’ll be honest with you,” Keanu sighed, fixing the loose strand of dark hair falling over his deep gaze. “You’ll hear a lot of crap from me and maybe even more from others working here, I just need to know you won’t be a whiner about that and you’ll do the job exactly the way I tell you. If you don’t like it, that’s fine, turn around and go.” There was something petrifying about how unbelievably calm he spoke those words, just as if it was the norm in this world of Vogue. Given the way Y/N was welcomed today, it probably was.

For a second Y/N doubted herself, she couldn’t understand why Keanu just hadn’t rejected her yet if she was clearly unfit for the job. Yes, Y/N wanted this more than anything, but she was also getting a little afraid that these people were going to eat her alive.

Before Y/N could say something, the conversation got interrupted by another man storming into the office with his hands full of colorful drafts. Keanu immediately stood up shifting his attention away from Y/N, leaving her with unsettling thoughts. That was when she noticed how tall Reeves actually was, and it only added to his intimidating image.

Y/N could hear everything they were talking about, it was mostly colors and patterns for the upcoming shoot but some gossip slipped in too. Of course it did, it was a fashion world after all, still Y/N couldn’t help but think that it was kind of rude. What kept nagging Y/N the most was the fact that this new man was constantly glimpsing at her, and his glance was judgmental too.

“Who’s that?” he murmured to Keanu, ignoring that Y/N must have heard him as well. Never in her life had she felt more objectified than here at Vogue, but it didn’t matter since she was ready to get going soon.

“That’s, Y/N, my new assistant.”

Y/N couldn’t believe Reeves had just called her that, she was certain that the interview was going south and there was no way she could get the job. But there she was, Keanu Reeves’ new assistant, working at Vogue. Y/N had to gather all her strength trying to play it cool, but the corners of her lips were giving the excitement away.

“I’m Nigel, art director.” He came closer to shake Y/N’s hand, still a little confused whether that was some sort of a silly joke.

He then immediately turned to face Keanu, who had already gotten back to his chair. „Reeves, don‘t worry, I have a new line from de la Renta, we‘ll find something to make her look... umm, well... presentable,“ Nigel exhaled looking at Y/N over the top of his glasses. „Not sure if I have her size, but I‘ll make some adjustments.“

“Leave her the way she is,“ Keanu said in a strict tone, giving Y/N a slight smile. „I like how she looks, it‘s authentic.“

The office stood still. Nigel gulped, failing to understand what was happening, and Y/N was flushing, trying to wrap her head around the fact that Reeves, the editor in chief of Vogue, had just said she looked authentic.

In a minute Keanu eyed her again, arching his brow as his sight was reaching her feet. “Yeah, but the shoes can go,“ he said in a deep voice, turning his chair away to face the New York skyline.

Well, it couldn’t be too perfect.

“I don‘t think I can find the shoes that go with the rest of her outfit,“ Nigel laughed trying to taunt Y/N a little more, but this time it didn’t got to her heart. She knew Keanu liked what she was wearing and that was enough for Y/N to get her confidence back.  

“Then maybe you don‘t have enough talent for what we pay you,“ Keanu told Nigel off without even bothering to look at him. Everything coming from Reeves sounded placid, and it left Y/N wondering whether he ever raised his voice here. She assumed there was no need for him to do so, since his stolid tone was enough to make Y/N shiver.

“Come,” Nigel commanded Y/N, and she was confused, unsure if her conversation with Keanu had ended. For a second she stared at the back of his chair, but he didn’t make a single move, so Y/N decided it was time to follow after Nigel.

Everyone here was extremely fast, nobody wanted to waste time, and especially with her. Y/N had to almost run, trying to catch Nigel’s steps and he wasn’t going to slow down.

“I‘m sorry if you got in any trouble because of me,” Y/N whispered trying to lighten the mood between them.

“Oh honey, you have to grow some thick skin here, that was nothing, trust me.“ Nigel suddenly stopped opening the heavy door leading to a huge closet filled with designer pieces. Y/N had no clue what some of the names written were, but she also didn’t have much time to think about it, since Nigel was already getting away from her.

Afraid to lose him in the labyrinths of garments, Y/N was rushing at Nigel’s pace. “So is he always like that?“ She wondered getting a little breathy.

“No, he seems nicer than usual today.” Nigel handed her classic beige pumps, with label saying Jimmy Choo. Y/N wasn’t sure if that was for real, or Nigel was just messing with her, but she didn’t have the guts to ask again. She would have to see it herself.

“Let’s go, I have places to be.” Once Y/N had her new shoes on, Nigel was hasting again.

She was desperately wobbling after him, her Jimmy Choos were sinking into the soft carpet lining the floor and it left little balance for her heels. “Those are not very comfortable,” she whined, realizing how stupid it was, since nobody cared about her problems here.

Not surprisingly, Nigel only rolled his eyes pushing Y/N out of his closet. “Get used to it.”

-Part 2-

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[toomanystoriessolittletime]

Could I do the “you’ve got mail AU” for Sy? And I’ll post it on my side blog promptandpros ☺️

Yeeeeeees!

Noted. So excited for it ❤️

[toomanystoriessolittletime]

I’m taking closer by nine inch nails and drunken marriage in vegas

noooooted <3

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“Tell me you love me” - Demi Lovato with August Walker for the birthday challenge 🥰

Yaaaaay!

Can’t wait for that one 👀❤️

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Hi, I'd like to write Devil wears Prada AU with Keanu for your birthday :)

Heyyyy

Noted! Looking forward to reading it 😊

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I'm looking forward to all your reactions to this 😁❤️

Just a little snippet for Steph's birthday challenge. This is going to be a Matrix marriage AU. Also if you want to be on the taglist let me know or use the link in my bio to put yourself on the taglists

Your hands were clammy as they held onto Neo's larger one, a red band fastened around them.

"Are you alright?" he whispered calmly, his thumb softly caressing the skin on the back of your hand. Neo had been watching you since the ceremony started, feeling the nervous jitters coursing through your body.

Looking up into his dark eyes, you felt the hairs on the back of your neck stand up, a bead of sweat making its way down from your temple to your chin, the humid air in the holy caves not helping and making the fabric of your dress stick to your body. It was the same style as you usually wore, long and wrapped around your body like a cocoon and yet you felt like it was cutting off the air from your lungs.

All your life you had prepared to one day take over your father's seat on the council but then he started to study the genetics of the people made in the Matrix and of those born naturally. He wanted soldiers to fight the war against the machines and you would have to provide them. "I might be once this is over." you answered him, your voice barely audible over the speech Morpheus held in your honor.

Neo squeezed your hand, giving you a gentle smile as his captain came to an end of the ceremony.

"Just like this ribbon your lives are now tied together. May your days be full of love and healthy children."

The crowd roared and you saw your father smile. Your husband leaned in, kissing the corner of your lips as you felt everything pass by you in a blur. Life had changed the moment you put your hand in Neo's.

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I’m so excited for your writing challenge! Can I do New York by Snow Patrol + Keanu? Thank you and happy early birthday 💖

I am excited too 😅

And yes you can. Looking forward to it ❤️

And thank youuuu