#not counting whatever wait I'm gonna need for when I'm actually able to get an appointment
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my wisdom teeth have been rotting in my mouth for a while (no health insurance means no dental either, yippee) and rapidly getting worse. one just broke a big piece off. ow.
#mud rambles#i'll have dental next year but obviously lol. I still have to wait at least two months#not counting whatever wait I'm gonna need for when I'm actually able to get an appointment#kill me
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Touch Tank
Pairing: Loki x Reader
Word Count: 5.5k (look it wasn't supposed to be this many- my characters got away from me)
Warnings: sheesh, oral (f receiving), fingering, handjob, creampie, Loki is very soft and worshiping, unprotected sex (be safe) I think that's it idk this is kind of mild compared to some of my other stuff- could be waaaay more raunchy lmao
Genre: fluff, smut
Summary: Loki is not the easiest person to get close to, but you're not deterred by his standoffishness. He deserves a friend in the tower and you're determined to be at least that much.
He's so pretty when he goes down on me // he tells me he's gentle when he wants to be // I think he wants to be gentle with me ~ Touch Tank by Quinnie
***
You rush down the hall, excited for your night out with a group of your non-Avenger friends. You make a point to see your other friends as often as you can to balance those relationships with your ones on the team. After all, living with the Avengers means that you see them all the time, but being an Avenger is not all there is to you. Walking into the main room you're surprised to see Loki sitting at the kitchen counter, just kind of staring at nothing.
"You alright Lo?" You ask him carefully. Your question seems to pull him out of whatever trance he was in.
"I'm fine." He says, though his face isn't convincing.
"Okay? Happy staring- I'm going out so- I'll see you later then." You frown heading over to the main elevator. Loki's not exactly close to anyone in the tower except Thor, and even that he'd argue is false but you always make a point to include him even when the others ignore him a bit. As you ride down to street level you can't help but wonder what has him so pensive up there by himself. On the street, waiting for a taxi to flag down, you can't get yourself to shake Loki from your mind so- reluctantly you dial one of your friends.
"Y/n!" Your friend's excited voice practically yells down the line.
"Hey! Listen, you know I hate to do this, and I wouldn't if it wasn't important, but I'm not going to be able to make it out tonight, something's come up. I'm okay, I just can't come. You guys have fun! I want loads of pictures and a play-by-play once one of you returns to life tomorrow yeah?"
"Aw we're gonna miss you!"
"Ditto! But I'll see you guys soon! Tell the girls I said hi!" You say.
"Of course! Take care, and call if you need anything!"
"Same to you!" You blow a kiss as you end the call and sigh. "Dammit Loki." You roll your eyes as you turn around and go back inside. You ride the elevator back up to the main floor where Loki is still sitting at the counter. You knock on the counter in front of him and grab a bottle of water from the fridge.
"Aren't you meant to be going somewhere?" Loki's eyes narrow at you.
"I was, but I called my friend on my way down and she's actually not feeling too hot so we decided it'd be best to reschedule once she's feeling better." You shrug. You know better than to tell him you cancelled your plans because you saw him moping at the counter. He'd flip at the first possible hint of you pitying him, even though that isn't what this is.
"I see."
"Do you want to watch a movie or something?" You offer.
"What?" He scoffs.
"Well- I was supposed to be spending time interacting with people tonight and that fell through but I'd feel kinda bummed if I spent the whole evening alone now after all the mental prep to be social so if you can be so terribly bothered to hang out for a bit I'd- value that." You say. Loki looks you over as he considers your words and then he sighs.
"I suppose I could spare a few hours, but only because I can't stand watching you mope around the tower the way you do whenever you're disappointed, it's pathetic. But this favor is a huge inconvenience to me I just want you to know that." He says and you have to fight the urge to smile. You know the show of bravado is for his own sake more than anything, and you're willing to let him have it, but it's funny to think of how much rationalizing he's doing to convince himself it's alright to spend time with you.
"Your sacrifice is both duly noted and greatly appreciated. I can offer you compensation in the form of a meal or freshly baked cookies." You say. Loki's eyes light up very briefly at the offer of cookies, he'll never admit it out loud but he loves your baking, he always eats almost half a tray when you make them.
"You know Midgardian food has very little appeal to me, but I suppose a batch of cookies will do." He says with feigned disinterest.
"Do you want them now or at a later date?"
"I have no interest in dragging this out, so now would be better."
"Alright, give me five minutes to change, I'll make you some cookies and we can throw on a movie." You smile at him. You change out of your dress and into a hoodie and shorts. Twenty minutes later you're sat with a tray of cookies and a few other small bites with some random sitcom on the TV.
"I don't understand the point of this. Is there even a plotline?" Loki scoffs.
"Yes but only a little one."
"A little one?"
"So there are a number of shows that you can throw on and watch out of order with little consequence. Like if you do watch every episode in order there is a throughline of like character development and life changes but if you jump into, let's say, season 3 episode 2, you'll just see some funny little antics that are mostly inconsequential and chances are will not come up again until maybe the finale where they recount all their little goofs over the years." You explain.
"Why?"
"Mindless entertainment? It's nice to have something to watch that you don't have to be aware of watching." You shrug. "Lots of shows have complex storylines and characters that need to be paid attention to in order to comprehend what you're watching. Sometimes you don't want to do all of that." You shrug.
"If you don't want to think about what you're watching, why watch anything?" He frowns.
"Pass the time, fill the silence, any number of things. Like we have one on but we're talking now so we're not really paying it any attention, but because it's a sitcom we're not missing anything vital because there's nothing vital to miss. And when this conversation lulls to a stop we'll just tune back in and pick up wherever it's at."
"Your Midgardian habits are very strange." Loki hums.
"What do you do when you're bored and want to be entertained without much effort?" You ask him.
"That specific phenomenon I'm not quite familiar with. If I'm bored, I read, practice spells, on Asgard there wasn't much time for boredom." He shrugs.
"Well, things are different on Midgard. And seeing as you hate everyone and everything about this place you may find yourself well acquainted with that specific phenomenon sooner than you might think." You say.
You gotta say you're pretty proud of your ability to interact positively with Loki. When he first started living here you never would've guessed you'd be watching movies and having silly conversations like this. He's always been rather closed off from the team but perhaps that's something you can actually work around.
*~*~*
"Loki!" You call when you catch him in the hall.
"What?" He rolls his eyes.
"Are you busy?" You ask.
"Why?" His eyes narrow suspiciously.
"Well I was meant to go to the aquarium with Thor today-"
"Thor is on Asgard." Loki says.
"Yes exactly." You nod. You weren't meant to do anything with Thor today, but it seems the key to the trickster god is minor deceptions.
"Did he forget you were going to this 'aquarium' today?"
"It would appear so. Which- I'm not mad about really but these tickets did cost money and I can't exchange them for another date so I was hoping you'd be able to replace him that way the ticket doesn't go to waste." You explain to him.
"You don't have anyone else you could ask?" He huffs.
"Not on such short notice." You shake your head.
"How short is short notice?"
"We need to be there in forty minutes."
"Oh you have got to be kidding me." Loki scoffs.
"If you come with me, when we get back I'll bake you a batch of cookies." You offer. It seems to be the easiest way to get him to do things. You watch Loki contemplate for a moment before he caves to his inner discussion although you're not sure there was much of a debate once you offered baked goods.
"Very well, I'll go so you don't waste your money, but you can't keep bringing your nonsense to me in exchange for cookies." He says.
"Of course not!" You smile knowing damn well you will be doing it again if you see fit. Loki will never admit to enjoying your company or wanting you to make him cookies, but considering he always accepts your offers and never truly complains when you're together, you know the irritation is only a front. "We'll leave in 15 minutes 'kay?"
"Very well." He says. You head back to your room to get yourself together and 15 minutes later you meet Loki by the kitchen.
"Ready Lo?" You ask.
"Yes let's get on with it." He says. You loop your arm through his as you leave the tower and you're surprised he doesn't protest the contact, but you won't bring it up. At the aquarium, you excitedly talk about all your favorite exhibits as you walk from section to section. "So what was the plan exactly?" Loki asks.
"What?"
"With Thor, why were you bringing him here in the first place?"
"Oh! Well because there's a lot he still wants to learn about Earth so I've been trying to take him places where he can learn a number of things at the same time." You shrug.
"And how is that going?"
"We've done the zoo and a couple of museums already so I'd say not bad. Oh, we're by the jellyfish, you should see the touch tank!" You say.
"The what now?" Loki frowns. You grab his hand and lead him to the shallow tank of water off to one side.
"This is a touch tank. These are jellyfish, they're like 95% water and don't have brains, some of them are dangerous, but these ones are pretty harmless and you can touch them! Only on the tops of their heads though. Like this." You lift his hand up and push down all but two of his fingers and then slowly, you guide his hand into the water. "You have to be gentle." You tell him softly as you let his fingers touch the top of a moon jelly in the pool. You turn to Loki with a small smile only to find him already looking at you very intensely.
"I'm quite gentle when I want to be." He says quietly. You step back a bit and clear your throat, dipping your own fingers in to touch a jellyfish for yourself.
"Well I hope you want to be gentle with the moon jellies. This is one of my favorite things here." You tell him.
"So anyone can just walk up and pet the jellyfish?"
"Yeah! Isn't it cool?"
"Sure." He nods.
"Wait till you see some of the other Jellyfish they've got here! They're insane!" You take his hand again and walk further into the jellyfish exhibit.
"They have more open tanks of creatures?"
"Oh- no all the other Jellyfish are in closed tanks." You giggle.
"Just as well, you said some are dangerous, no?"
"Well, yes, but aren't they just so beautiful?" You say looking at one of the tanks.
"Breathtaking." Loki says before he can help himself. He clears his throat, lucky you're so captivated with the floating water creatures that you don't even notice his eyes on you as opposed to the exhibits.
"Thank you for coming with me." You tell him.
"You bribed me."
"True- but you still could have said no. Especially since you're not even a fan of our, how do you say it? 'Mediocre Midgardian food'."
"Yes well, you pout when you're disappointed and it's incredibly displeasing to see. The whole tower suffers your moods. And while Midgardian food is mediocre yours is- the least. Plus I can rub this in Thor's face."
"I see you really weighed those pros and cons." You chuckle.
"I must. If I'm to disrupt my entire afternoon on such short notice." He shrugs. You roll your eyes and pull him through to the next exhibit but the smile on your face can't be hidden.
~*~*~
You hum to yourself as you enter the tower library.
"Good morning Loki." You say immediately spotting him on one of the lounge chairs. He's always in here, it's like his sanctuary and over the last few weeks you've found it easy to interact with him.
"It's 3pm y/n."
"It's morning somewhere Lo, time is arbitrary, don't be a grump." You shrug.
"What are you doing here anyway?" He rolls his eyes.
"Utilizing the insane collection of books we have considering there's only like 3 people living here that would ever pick up a book for from here."
"You've been coming here a lot lately."
"Why should you be the only one taking advantage of this big otherwise undisturbed room?"
"The best part of this room is that none of you come here."
"If you want to not run the risk of having to interact with anyone who lives here to might I suggest your room which has a lock on it." You smile brightly.
"Very funny." Loki scoffs.
"I thought so too!" You snap back. Loki gives you a dry look.
"Must you be so-"
"Charming? Witty? Adorable?"
"Not quite the adjectives I would've chosen." He says.
"Well next time finish your sentence." You wink at him.
"Are you trying to get under my skin?"
"Of course not! But it's pretty easy."
"Why must you bother me?" His eyes narrow.
"Maybe because you like talking to me more than you want to admit."
"And why would you think that?"
"Because you always do."
"Do what?"
"I'm sure you can figure that out." You say turning to leave the library.
"Do what y/n!?" He calls after you. "You didn't even get a book!" He shouts as the library doors close behind you. Loki frowns to himself for a moment and then decides to contact the only person he'd ever go to for advice on any subject. A looking glass spell slowly brings Frigga to life above his palm.
"Mother." He gets her attention.
"Loki?" Frigga picks up her looking glass with a smile. "Hello my darling boy. So lovely to hear from you. Thor tells me you're well."
"In the physical sense, yes." Loki nods.
"What troubles you my dear son?"
"I think Midgardian women might be more confusing than those on Asgard." Loki says.
"A woman? Do you feel for her?"
"Don't be ridiculous mother." Loki's words come out as a breathless chuckle.
"It is not ridiculous. She plagues your mind. Why, if you do not feel for her?"
"Truthfully I'm not sure." He frowns.
"Have you considered that you feel for her?"
"How would I know?"
"I believe the fact that you are asking may perhaps be a strong indicator already. This girl, do you see her often?"
"She lives here so yes." He nods.
"I mean intentionally darling." Frigga smiles.
"What?"
"Walking past her in the hallways is not quite what I'm referring to."
"Oh- well she's the least insufferable person here so- sometimes, yes. Though it's usually her bribing me to do things when her other plans fall through."
"What do you mean?"
"Well she invited me to this water creature house they call an aquarium a couple of weeks ago because Thor forgot he was meant to go with her."
"Are you sure Thor was meant to go with her?" She asks.
"I don't follow." Loki shakes his head.
"I wonder if this girl is playing tricks on my trickster." Frigga smiles knowingly.
"Do you overestimate her or underestimate me to believe I could be outsmarted by a mortal?"
"It is not a blow Loki, be calm my son. She plagues your mind when she is not there, she has made her way to a spot many people never have the pleasure of knowing within you. I believe she has stolen your heart and even you do not know it yet."
"What makes you think that?"
"In all your years Loki you have never once asked me about a girl. And this one seems to have you quite... wrapped."
"I resent that notion." He scoffs.
"What made you contact me?"
"Well she was-" Loki stops himself, his mother has already decided Loki is a goner, perhaps he shouldn't feed her any more information.
"She was with you Loki?"
"I spend a lot of time in the library. She came by and we had a short conversation that's all."
"What did she say?" Frigga asks.
"She thinks I like her more than I do. Or rather more than I will admit. I asked her why and she refused to answer."
"Well- what would lead her to believe that?"
"I have no idea." Loki scoffs.
"How is your relationship with her different than with the others?"
"I don't speak to the others. I only speak to her and Thor."
"Tell me about her."
"She is- happy, but not like Thor- his happiness is loud and aggressive she is- a calmer happiness. She seems to be crucial to the peace in this madhouse. Not for me, for everyone. She's also frustratingly smart, she has a comeback for everything and- it's nice to feel as though someone on this dreadful planet can match me- even if I find it vexing at times. Also she bakes- I don't quite enjoy Midgardian food but her treats are quite good though I refuse to tell her that-"
"I'm sure she knows." Frigga says with a soft smile.
"Why are you smiling like that."
"If you could see your face when you speak of this girl you would know like I know that your heart is no longer yours."
"My heart is very much still-"
"No darling. You may not realize but your mind has already given your heart to her. Follow your heart to her. Allow yourself to go there. It will do you good and you deserve it."
"Mother I cannot." He shakes his head.
"You can, and I suggest you do soon. If you do not tell her she has your heart you risk her unknowingly breaking it. Though I sense she is more aware than you may think. Certainly she's more aware than you are."
"You keep saying that-"
"There was no day planned with Thor. I would bet money she wanted to go with you, but you are a tricky thing. To catch fox you must think like one."
"What do I do mother? If you are right and this girl does have me, what do I do?" Loki asks.
"Be kind, be honest, be true. Don't wait too long." Frigga warns.
"Don't wait too long?" He frowns.
"Yes child, that woman will not wait forever for you to wake up."
"What if she is not waiting?"
"You misunderstand. I'm not saying she is waiting on you to come to your senses what I'm saying is that affections change one day she may not enjoy your time as she does now, someone serious may woo her and you miss your chance entirely, stars forbid it but something could happen to her or you. Do not get in your own way Loki, you have a tendency to do that."
"I do not get in my own way."
"Loki." Frigga says, leveling her son with an unimpressed look.
"I will consider your advice mother thank you." Loki cedes.
"Good. I will expect an update soon so be prepared for me to check in."
"Of course mother. Take care."
"You too my son." Frigga sets her looking glass down and Loki disconnects his end of the spell with a sigh. If Frigga is correct, Loki has much to consider, and rather quickly based on her warnings.
*~*~*
When the door to the library opens you don't bother looking up. The book you're reading is far too interesting to stop mid-page.
"What are you doing?" Loki jumps when he walks passed you. You look up momentarily, debating how badly you want to make a stupid joke.
"I'm practicing my backhand spring." You say flatly.
"You're sitting on the couch?"
"I'm also holding a book and yet you asked what I'm doing. I don't know what answer you expected honestly." You shrug.
"I just meant you're not usually sitting around in here."
"Is reading in the library that odd to you?" You chuckle.
"Well- no. I was just expecting the library to be empty." He says.
"Would you like me to leave?"
"Why would you offer to leave? You were here first."
"Yeah but I can read anywhere. Your hermit tendencies limit your spaces far more than mine."
"I am not a hermit." Loki rolls his eyes.
"Of course not." You hum.
"I'm not. I just have no desire to waste my time having unintelligent conversations with the uncultured morons that live here."
"Well don't let me bother you then."
"Not you, the others. And you can obviously stay."
"Why thank you for deeming me worthy enough to stay in your presence." You quip dramatically.
"It's not as if you care what I deem anyhow."
"True, that was sarcasm. Happy reading." You turn your attention back to your book and though Loki would like the conversation to continue he can't think of anything to say to justify pulling your focus from the book you're so clearly captivated by. You're in the library with your book for a few more hours and during that time Loki cannot help the way his eyes wander to you every so often, he doesn't even realize it's happening at first but once he does his mother's words that have been in his head for the past 2 weeks ring even louder.
~*~*~
"Y/n!" Wanda practically sings as she walks, no from the sound of it she's skipping, over to you at the kitchen island.
"Yes Wanda my dear?" You chuckle, setting your sandwich back on its plate.
"You know our coffee shop?"
"Around the block?"
"Yep!" She nods.
"What of it?"
"Well I heard through the grapevine that someone who works there has a crush on you."
"You heard- through the grapevine?" You quirk up an eyebrow at her.
"Cassie told me."
"How did you end up in that conversation?" You chuckle.
"Not the point, we should go down there!" She suggests excitedly.
"I'm eating a sandwich-"
"Not right now, tomorrow morning."
"You wanna tell me- who this mystery crush is? Because I'm not going anywhere if you don't tell me." You say biting your sandwich.
"It's Elliot."
"Oh he's cute-"
"Wanda." Vision calls as the main elevator arrives.
"Soooo we'll game plan when I get back?" She asks walking backwards.
"Fine." You shake your head and chuckle as she disappears in the elevator with Vision. You take a bite of your sandwich, presumably alone again, only to hear a throat clearing from behind you. You look over your shoulder to find Loki the source of the sound.
"Oh hi Loki." You say covering your mouth.
"Hello." He mutters.
"What brings you out of hiding today?"
"I'm not a hibernating bear you know."
"Of course not." You hum. Loki opens the fridge to grab something to drink, although it's mostly just so he can convince himself to bite the bullet and confess to you before this 'Elliot' from the coffee shop has an opportunity to turn your head like his mother warned him of.
"Do you have a moment? I know you're- eating but I'd like to talk- about something." He says awkwardly.
"Sure. I can use multiple senses at once. What's up?" You ask taking another bite of your sandwich. Loki opens his mouth a couple of times before he frowns. "Is something wrong Loki?"
"I don't know." He says, brows furrowed as he looks at the floor.
"You don't know if something's wrong? Are you dizzy? Dehydrated? Feverish? Do you need to sit down?" You sit up, concerned.
"No, I don't."
"You sure? You look kind of- constipated. I think you should sit down."
"I don't want to y/n." He grits out.
"Okay, calm down no need to get angry with me for caring."
"You said I look constipated!"
"Well you do! But only a little bit!"
"This is not going at all how I planned it?"
"What are you on about Loki?" You frown.
"Nothing it was just way easier to do this in my head."
"Easier to do what?"
"Never mind. Enjoy your lunch." Loki pivots and you almost knock over your barstool trying to stop him from leaving the kitchen.
"Not so fast god of mischief tell me what it is you're so panicked about."
"It's nothing y/n." He rolls his eyes.
"Nonsense. If it were nothing you wouldn't have made such a big deal out of it in the first place." You tell him.
"Yes, I over reacted, which is what I just realized and why I'm no longer interested in having this conversation." He says completely avoiding your gaze.
"Don't be a coward Loki." You snap.
"I beg your pardon?" His eyes widen.
"Don't be a coward. I've never known you to shy away from sharing your thoughts even when nobody asked don't tell me suddenly you're incapable of speaking your mind."
"I am far from incapable." He says.
"So spill it." You push.
"And if I don't?"
"Then you're not who I thought you were."
"Over a personal thought?" His eyebrow raises.
"It's the principle. What have you got to lose that makes you so fearful of your own voice?"
"Something I didn't even realize was important to me until recently." He says quietly.
"What's that?" You ask. Loki's eyes scan your face for a long moment, and if not for how close you are you'd swear he's holding his breath for how shallow it is.
"You." He whispers.
"I'm not going anywhere." You shake your head.
"I'm afraid you may take that back if you hear that which I refuse to say." He says.
"Is the reward worth the risk?" You ask.
"If I'm lucky."
"I'm disappointed that you see me as someone so easily run off Loki."
"That's not what this is." He shakes his head.
"No? It sounds like it."
"Do you see me as somebody that could be loved?"
"Of course I do. Thor loves you unconditionally. Your mother too from what I've heard."
"Do you see me as somebody that could be loved, by you?" This question is far more hesitant.
"Is that what you want?"
"In time, yes." He nods and a stray giggle escapes your lips.
"That's what you thought would drive me away?!" You shake your head. "Maybe you haven't noticed but I put quite a bit of effort into creating time to spend with you."
"Oh come on it's mostly coincidence, your friends canceling or Thor forgetting you had plans."
"You silly trickster. I chose to spend that time with you." You say.
"To be clear- does that mean you're as taken with me as I am with you?" Loki asks.
"You're taken with me?!" You blink at him in shock.
"Yes was I not clear about-"
"I'm joking Loki I just wanted to hear you say it directly." You smile.
"You vex me." He breathes out.
"And yet you like me anyway. Even more than I expected."
"Don't boast."
"How can I not?" You ask.
"I can think of a few ways to stop you."
"You can try Loki but I'm not so easily swayed." You taunt. Loki's hand comes up to your cheek and he kisses you. His lips are soft and he kisses you as if he's got all the time in the world. When Loki pulls away your eyes flutter open with surprise.
"How's that for sway?" He smirks.
"I'll admit that wasn't a terrible start." You breathe.
"Oh yeah?" Loki lifts you into his arms suddenly and you squeal in surprise as he carries you to his room. He lays you gently on his bed and kisses you again. "Not a terrible start is not enough." He hums trailing to your neck, peppering your throat with kisses and light nibbles. Loki pulls your shirt over your head. "Stars above you're beautiful." He mutters trailing his fingers delicately across your newly exposed skin.
"I'm not a flower you know." You giggle, the soft touches making you feel ticklish.
"What do you mean?" He frowns.
"Nothing bad. You're just being much more gentle than I'd have expected." You tell him caressing his face. He pauses for a moment as you trace his features.
"Do you remember what I said at the aquarium?"
"About the hammerhead shark reminding you of-"
"No about being gentle you silly girl." He says with a disbelieving chuckle.
"Oh! Yes that you can be when you want to be."
"Precisely."
"I didn't realize it applied elsewhere."
"Do you not like gentle?"
"Gentle is good." You shake your head. "Just unexpected." You smile. Loki returns your smile and leans down to press kisses down your abdomen. He pulls your shorts and panties off together, kissing your calf ones you're freed from the fabric. Loki's eyes are on you as his lips glide up your leg, opened mouthed kisses until he reaches your thigh where he bites at the skin, just enough for you to feel it. With one last kiss to your hip, Loki buries his face in your heat. You gasp at the first feel of his tongue against your center. His movements are unhurried as he watches your reactions to his mouth. When he finds the rhythm that you react the strongest to he sticks to it, enjoying the whimpers and moans he pulls from you and the way your body grinds against him.
"Oh god." You pant, one hand tangling in his hair. When you feel two of his fingers slowly glide into your entrance and curl upwards your eyes shoot open with a whine that makes Loki hum against you. You glance down at him, surprised to see his green eyes peering up at you with something akin to adoration shining in them and despite the pleasure building in your belly all you can think about for a brief moment is how... pretty he looks. Of course, that train of thought is lost when Loki wraps his lips around your clit, focusing his attention on the sensitive bundle of nerves. Between his tongue and his fingers you don't have a chance of staving off the orgasm that washes over you soon after. Loki works you through it, only pulling away when your breathing starts to steady.
"You are a vision in the heat of release you know." He says a hand on your chin to guide your attention.
"No, I did not know that." You smile reaching up to undress Loki. You pull his shirt over his head, littering his chest with kisses as you undo his pants but don't pull them down. You slip your hand into the waistband of his underwear stroking his hard hot dick.
"F-fucking hell you might be the death of me." Loki breathes out shuddering beneath your touch.
"I sure hope not. I quite like you alive you know." You joke with a giggle. Loki grabs your wrist and shakily pulls your hand from him.
"Right, if this goes on I'll embarrass myself." He says with a slight chuckle shifting to pull his pants down enough to free himself. He lines himself with your entrance and slowly works himself passed your walls with short rolling thrusts, deeper each time.
"That's nothing to be embarrassed about you know Loki." You tell him, admittedly a bit winded as he fills you.
"Maybe not, but I'll admit it's not ideal for our first time together." He groans as he bottoms out.
"Don't get caught up in expectations Loki." You tell him.
"Only my own darling." He says. Loki holds still for a few moments, allowing you to adjust to his size, only moving when you begin to grind against him.
"Move, Loki, please." You groan. Loki lets out a breath as he starts a steady rhythm. He's immediately a string of groans and curses in your ear as he fucks you, his sounds mingling with yours beautifully.
"Gods you feel even better than I could've imagined." He pants out between thrusts.
"Don't stop baby. God you feel so good." You moan, grinding up against his hips to meet his movements. Loki reaches between your bodies and his fingers find your clit, rubbing tight circles against the bud that turn your quiet moans to loud whines.
"Come on darling, I want to feel you cum on my dick. Please y/n- let go for me." Loki coaxes, kissing at your throat again and it doesn't take long for your body to tense with the feeling of another orgasm. Loki groans deeply as your walls tighten around him from your release.
"Did you like that Loki? Feeling my pussy clench from cumming for you? You're close aren't you? Come on baby, cum for me."
Loki's thrusts speed up a bit, then falter, and stall altogether moments later as you feel the heat of his release inside you. Loki kisses your shoulder gently as he comes down from his orgasm, your fingers stroking his hair a comfort he wouldn't have thought he'd enjoy.
"You know- I know you were trying to get me to stop boasting but if boasting always ends with us like this I'm inclined to do it more often." You say after a few moments of silence and Loki chuckles against your neck.
"Boasting is not a prerequisite my darling." He says sitting up. Loki conjures a damp cloth and gently dabs first your face, then your neck, and carefully between your legs before helping you into his shirt.
"Well what is?" You ask.
"There isn't one you tricky girl." He chuckles pulling you into his chest.
"How am I the tricky one here?"
"You caught the fox, I think that's worth some tricky points."
"What fox? Are you the fox?"
"Mhm." He nods.
"Well- then that's by far the best thing I've ever caught." You smile up at him.
"The fox isn't complaining either." He hums and you cuddle closer to him. This hadn't exactly been your original gameplan with Loki but this is way better than any outcome you could've expected.
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Set The World On Fire
Chapter Four
Lando Norris had been incredibly angry when they met. Incredibly angry, but sweet enough to help her. Turns out he just needed somebody to talk to, somebody to be there for him.
He was easy to fall for, and that put her in a world of danger
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She was late for work, again. Her boss was going to kill her.
Just like last time she rushed around the house, grabbing what she needed before she left. This time she managed to grab lunch before she rushed off to the office.
When she got there, nobody noticed how late she was. There was a buzz of something else as she slipped into her cubicle, unnoticed. Everybody else was looking towards the bosses office, whispering to themselves.
"What is it?" She asked the girl in the cubicle beside her own as she leaned over.
The girl in the cubicle was also looking towards the bosses office. Staring, actually. "The hottest guy I've ever seen just walked into Oliver's office," she hissed. "Does Oliver have a son?"
"No way," Y/N answered. She too found herself staring towards the office, captivated.
Inside of the office, Lando was beating the shit out of Oliver Cooke, boss of HC Publishing. "You got the money yet, Oliver?" Lando asked between punches. His knuckles ached in the best way.
"Yes!" Oliver cried, thanking god that his office was soundproof. If his employees heard this, he'd never get over it. "Yes, I'll pay you!"
Lando stopped punching just long enough for Oliver to run over to his chest and pull out a stack of bills. He handed it to Lando, flinching when Lando raised his hand to count the stack of bills, to make sure all of the money was there.
"Pleasure doing business with you," he said and strode out of the office.
Immediately the employees went back to work, glued their eyes back to their computer like they hadn't just been waiting for him to walk out of the office. The girls were pretty, and he couldn't stop himself from glancing into the cubicles.
Until he came across her.
"Y/N?"
She looked up at him, her eyes wide in surprise. "Lando, what the fuck?" But then a smile crawled across her face. "Are you stalking me? I'm flattered but, seriously, you didn't have to go to this length."
"Not stalking," he said quickly. "But incredibly surprised to see you. I had no idea you worked at HC Publishing."
That was because she hadn't told him where she worked. They talked about everything but their jobs when they drank in his club. "Listen," he said as he leaned against the cubicle. "I've got to go to Spain for a few days. Do you wanna hang out before that?"
"As long as we can do something that isn't drinking in your club until the early hours of the morning. If I'm late again, my boss is gonna kill me."
Lando could do something about that. One word with Oliver, one flash of his bloody knuckles (which were currently hidden in his pockets) and she'd be able to do whatever she wanted in this place.
"Do you wanna have dinner at mine?" She offered.
"Yours as in where you live?" Asked Lando. He had no need to know where she lived, but it would certainly help. "Yeah," he answered, nodding his head. "That would be nice."
"Perfect," she said and quickly wrote something down. "I finish at five." She ripped the piece of paper out of her notepad and handed it to him.
Lando couldn't stop himself from grinning as he said his goodbyes. He was practically skipping out of HC Publishing, and he didn't give a flying fuck who saw.
"Y/N, what the fuck?" Several of her co-workers called.
She looked around at them. "What?" She asked as she logged into her work computer. "What did I do?"
"You know the hot guy that had a meeting with Mr Cooke! How?" They all asked as they crowded around her cubicle. It was all very intense.
She was the talk of the office for the rest of the day, a never ending source of gossip. She ignored it, pretended not to hear it when they theorised how they knew her. There were several people that theorised that she had slept with him, others that had kinder theories. One person straight up asked if they were childhood friends.
The end of the work day couldn't come quick enough. As soon as the clock hit five, she grabbed her things and rushed out of the office. Her co-workers were still whispering even as she left.
As soon as she got home, she checked in her fridge. There wasn't enough in there to make a decent dinner for two and she wanted to pick up some wine.
Showering and changing into her sweats, she headed down to the shops. It was a small shop and everything was marked up, but she still shopped out, purely out of convenience. She bought what she needed, plus two bottles of wine, and headed back up to her apartment.
With no idea what time Lando was arriving, she began cooking. She multitasked, managing to get dressed while she cooked.
What she didn't know was that Lando was outside of her apartment. He was dressed down, his suit jacket missing and the top three buttons of his shirt open, revealing his necklace against his chest. He leaned against one of the trees lining the street opposite her apartment and stared up at the apartment he thought was hers.
She ran past the window on her way to and from the kitchen and Lando knew. It was definitely her apartment. The area around wasn't the nicest; Lando had done enough shady deals in this area to know. An uneasy feeling settled in his chest.
He strode forward, making his way into the building. He already had her addressed memorised, reciting it in his head as he climbed the stairs to the third floor. Lando passed two other front doors before he was standing in front of her apartment. The light in the hallway above him flickered as he raised his hand to knock.
"Fuck!" He heard from the other side of the door. There was a crash before the door opened and she stood there, hand on her hip as she smiled. "Welcome to mi casa," she said and stood to the side, letting him in.
Lando looked around as he strode in. There was no sign of what had made the crashing noise, and he could only assume that she had cleaned it up. "Nice place," he said, looking at the pictures on the walls.
There were some generic ones that she obviously hadn't changed from when she bought the frame. Pictures of family, pictures of pets, pictures of friends. They made her walls bright and colourful.
She had lights strung up around the apartment. Comically large hearts lit by fairy lights, classic chilli pepper lights and more. The couch was covered in blankets and cushions and a giant eight ball rug on the floor.
The apartment had a good feeling spreading through his chest.
"Thanks," she said as she pulled the first bottle of wine out of the fridge and opened the top. "My friends say my calling is interior design. My bank account says to stop buying everything that looks cool." She poured out the wine and handed a glass to Lando.
They tapped their glasses together and she invited him to sit on the sofa. They talked and she managed to take his mind away from his impending trip to Spain. Periodically she ran off to check on dinner and set the table.
After a good fifteen minutes of drinking and chatting, she plated up the food and invited Lando to join her at the table. He brought his wine with him, slipping into the seat opposite her as she lit a candle.
"Do all the guys get a candle lit dinner?" He asked with a teasing smile.
"What guys?" She answered through a laugh.
For a moment, they ate in silence. Well, almost silence. Lando let out a series of moans as he took the first bites. "Fuck me," he said as he got more food onto his fork. But he had no more positive words as he wolfed everything down at an inhuman speed.
She was eating just slightly slower. "So, why were you at the publishing house?" She asked as she picked up her glass.
Lando stopped eating. He should have expected her to ask, but he hadn't. "Uh," he began, trying to formulate a lie. Not that he wanted to lie to her, but he wanted to keep her as far away from his world as he could. "Uh, the people I work for own the building that you guys rent," he said. "I was... having a chat with Oliver about the changing rates," he finished and quickly went back to his food.
She nodded. "It's kind of cool," she said, her gaze on her food. "That you guys own the place where I work."
Lando nodded in agreement, but mostly because he didn't want to say anything else on the matter.
But she had more questions. "You said you're going to Spain, right?" She asked and he nodded his head, still eating. "So, what're you going for?" She asked enthusiastically. "Family holiday?"
Again, Lando didn't want to lie to her. But he had no other choice. He told her as much of the truth as he could. "We're having a wedding out there," he answered.
"A wedding, huh? Fancy."
No, it was going to be traumatising, Lando thought as he finished his food. It was going to be a beautiful ceremony, he knew, but he was dreading it.
It was switch turned on in his head. "Hey," he said suddenly. "Do you wanna come with me for the wedding?" He asked.
"Seriously?" She asked, surprise in her voice.
He nodded his head. "Yeah, hell yeah! It's gonna be a nice ceremony and they'll have an open bar, and I could use the moral support."
"I'd love to, Lan," she said, letting a smile cross her face. "Thanks. I can't wait."
So much for keeping her as far away from his world as he could.
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I have to do EVERYTHING myself. Tell me, you guys, why nobody is simping for Mammon??? He is hawt and i lobe him so here are some Mammon (Helluva Boss) x GN Reader headcannons :] Jst sm romantic stuff 🫠
Its all lowk ooc cuz he's an asshole but I'm delulu so lets go.
♡ I need to be honest w/ you guys, he's the sin of greed. This man is an inherently selfish lover. But its okay it checks out.
♡ With that, he's a very greedy lover and he wants all of you whenever he can;
- Hands are always on you, and he has four of them! All the better to hold you with, seriously, one hand will be wrapped securely around your waist whilst the other rests atop of your head.
- I reckon he'd be fond of carrying you, I mean, he's HUGE, and assuming that you're an average sized demon, shark, hellhound or sinner or whatever you are, he's gonna tower over you like a baguette to a croissant. But he wants your face close to his. The solution to this? Hold. When he's not busy, your in his arms, or on his shoulder.
- His persona is very touchy feely so he can get away with a lot of this in public! And I think he's a big fan of PDA. He likes asserting the fact that you are his, he's quite possesive in that aspect.
♡ In addition to this, webs;
- The giant spider has webs.
- HE HAS WEBS.
- His webs are a weird sort of pride, when he sees them on you. He's one of the only demons who can make them, and so when they're on you, its essentially a statement of possesion.
- Its nothing too 'out there' maybe just a bracelet, or a necklace, or a hairtie (if you have hair 🧑🦲) But its somewhere people can see.
- If someone tries to flirt with you whilst your wearing it then he has an excuse to get all pissy.
- He isn't against tying you up if the two of you are having a moment and you try to get away. Whatever else you need to do, it can wait. He's the king of greed and he wants to indulge.
♡ He's enjoys having everything, but he also enjoys YOU having everything so expect to be bathed in lavish gifts and prizes;
- Most of the time he won't be able to go with you personally, so he'll send one of his assistants to take you shopping.
Only the best places for you.
- He knows exactly what you like too! He has a person who keeps track of all the things you like, follows you around and takes note of the things you appear interested in. This has lead to a few Birthdays where you were shocked to find a gift you hadn't even mentioned to Mammon yet.
♡ There is never a moment where you may feel he doesn't love you. Ever since he asserted himself into your life, it has been made extremely clear;
- He's very busy and doesn't always have the time for you, so, whenever he is free he ensures you will be at his side.
- He's good at hiding his feelings but he'll slip up, quite often actually, when it comes to you. He'll find himself staring, in awe, at your astounding presence.
- He's not good with his words, though, he never knows what to say to you, or how to express his feelings so its the gestures that count. Mostly buying you things, as I said before, but it gets the point across.
RAAAHH I LOVE HIM
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Hypno Handyman Inc.
So I got this idea about a week ago: what if I used some hypnosis to help my failing repair business. See, all of today's young men are afraid of getting their hands dirty, and it's been impossible to hire any of those pansies. So I thought, 'Why not hypnotize them instead?'
This is Tim and Jim. They're identical twins, but I made Jim shave his head so I could tell them apart. Wait, maybe that was Tim. I don't remember, but it doesn't matter anymore! What's important is that they've been thoroughly hypnotized. Just look at the dopey grins they always have on!
These brothers were once my neighbors, back when they were influencers or something. I'm not really sure what they did for work, but now they are actually contributing members of society. I did them some good, bringing them under my control. Now they actually enjoy all the long hours and hard menial labor.
"Go ahead and tell 'em what your doing, boys!"
"Sure, boss," Tim answers brightly, "Jim and I are just grabbing some tools for a job. Mrs. Jones has a leaky pipe again."
"This is the third time this month." Jim explains with a blank smile.
I chuckle and shake my head. Mrs. Jones, the retired widow, was almost definitely just calling so she could oggle these young men as they tinker with a problem she made up. She's definitely wasting my employees' time, but I don't mind as long as she keeps paying.
"Just remember your new mantra, boys," I check.
Their bodies stiffen as they robotically relay what I taught them, "We work for you. We are your handymen. We work hard, stay humble, and always respect our client and our boss."
"That's right," I beam with pride, "Go ahead and unbutton your uniforms, boys. If Mrs. Jones wants a show, you're gonna give her one."
"Yes, boss!" they declare, smiling as they loosen their shirts before packing their tools in the truck.
They used to have a real attitude problem: thought awfully highly of themselves since they were 'TickTock famous' or whatever. Obviously, that was the first thing I corrected in their personalities. Tim and Jim are now just the perfect humble and eager-to-please workers they should be. I don't think I've seen them drop those stupid smiles in weeks!
This here is Rodrigo. He used to be a model or something, which meant he had practically no skills or common sense to begin with. At least his simple mind was super easy to hypnotize. I tried programming a bunch of common knowledge about plumbing or mechanics in that head of his, but it never stuck. That's why I always have him doing the simple heavy lifting.
"What's up, Rigo! Working hard?"
"Yes, boss," he reports with a heavy breath, "I'm just hauling the fresh supplies into the garage."
"Glad, I can count on you, boy," I clap him on his shoulder, pleased to find his hard work soaking into his uniform, "It's hard work, but someone's gotta do it!"
"Yes, boss," he agrees, and turns his head to the floor as he gets back to it.
I doubt that boy ever had a hard day of work before he met me. He didn't have a shred of real muscle on him when I found him. The only thing his pretty arms could carry were a bunch of shopping bags from the mall.
He threw all that fancy attire away after I had him under trance. I think those clothes on his back are the only thing he owns now. It's not like any of my guys need something nice to wear. They're just my handymen, after all, and I intend to milk their hard-working asses for all their worth.
This last guy is my newest recruit. He came crawling to me when he got fired at his last job. His name is Cameron, and he's been quite a handful. Out of all the idiots I've hypnotized so far, he's been able to resist the most.
He's still thoroughly under my control, but I can't seem to control his thoughts like I can with the other guys. That's why I have him doing all the nastiest jobs. Hopefully it'll break that strong will of his!
"Hey, Cammy," I call.
"Don't call me that!" he snaps, "I'm not your damn puppet like those other freaks!"
His words have venom in them, but his body doesn't seem to agree. His head stays bowed in a mock of submission as he diligently searches the supply closet.
"What you lookin' for, Cammy?" I ask.
"The fucking plunger! You've got me on clogged toilet duty, remember?" he growled in frustration, "How long are you going to keep me doing this?"
"There's a lot of people who aren't willing to clean their shitters," I explain, "And you'll keep doing it as long as people will pay!"
I let out a sigh as Cameron continues to get more and more frustrated. Despite his radical glare, his body can't stop searching for that plunger.
"It's in the bathroom," I finally admit, "Go ahead and kiss each of our shitters while your in their."
Cameron's face twists in disgust as his body obediently marches past me, carrying him to our company restroom. He's clearly angry beyond words for being made to degrade himself once again. One day I'll get him to see me as a respectable employer just like the rest of the guys do. It's only a matter of time.
"Hey Cammy!" I call before he leaves, "Don't forget about tonight. You remember what we discussed yesterday, right?"
Despite all his internalized rage, his eyes glaze over as my hypnotic instructions kick in, "I'm on house duty. I will cook, serve, and clean up dinner for you and the rest of the men. I will be ready to give massages and showers to you and the rest of the men. I will not let myself relax until you and the rest of the men have no need of me. I will be on house duty every night forever, until you say otherwise."
"That's right," I smile in amusement, "Carry on!"
His vacant stare melts away, and he quickly adopts his trademark glare. His hands ball into fists like he's about to fight back, but he just turns and walks down the hallway. I chuckle at the idea of him in that empty bathroom, angrily kissing each of our toilet seats.
I put aside Cameron's defiance and relish just how far my repair business has gone. Not only am I making a ton more money than when it was just me, but I also have a whole flock of guys to keep me company. Even though they are all products of a weaker generation, I am well on my way towards turning each of them into real men like myself.
Already, I have Tim, Jim, and Rodrigo sipping beers and watching football with me after work everyday. I'll tell you that none of those boys enjoyed either of those things before they met me. Eventually, I'll have them genuinely laughing at all my jokes too!
Whether or not Malcolm comes around, is honestly unimportant. As long as he keeps up the disrespect, I'll keep him in the worst jobs and the longest hours.
I'm telling you, hypnotizing your employees is the way to go! So, let me know if you need any help getting your workers under your control. Or just let me know if you need a good old-fashioned handyman to fix something for you!
My boys will do anything as long as you fork over some cash...
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She's just dropping by to gear up
Jill valentine x cashier/soldier!Fem!reader (at the gas station)
tw: This contains smut, interact with caution. nsfw, some breast play, fingering, dom!Jill, sub!reader, some alcohol, Jill loves to tease, kinda a fall in love in first sight
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“Day 258,” you signed, crossing out a date off your notebook. Your work here has become more and more boring, can't help it, you gotta pay the rent or else you'll be on the street, turning into a zombie.
Ew, thinking of it makes you shiver.
Lucky for you, there's not much people actually come to this gas station for anything so it allows you to blast music, when all you need to do is keep this place clean. Afterall, this is not just some normal gas station by the road. This gas station is also counted as a safe zone from the virus, if zombies start to roam around this area, which means things get way out of hand.
It's not everyday a new virus is created.
From the day you've been assigned here, it's only Chris who appears here, he’s on mission more than anyone, eventually both of you become friends. Sometimes he would invite you to have a drink with him.
Other than that, taking out the trash has never been your favourite of all the stuff you gotta do, no one likes going to the dark back space of the station, you really should push the trash bin next to the station at least there's a little light there.
You heard a car stopped in front of the gas station that made you jump and run back to the cashier. It's a truck, looks very dirty, you silently judge it but when a woman with short hair walks out from the truck, you keep your judgement away.
“Welcome!” You put on your smile.
Oh my gosh, finally a customer after so many days.
“Hi, I would like to stock up,” The woman said, holding her s.t.a.r.s badge up, Jill Valentine, she looked so tired.
If only I can help her rest.
“Yeah, follow me,” you swiftly shut down the gas station, pressing the button under the cashier, then a secret room appeared, “everything you need should be there.”
“Thank you.”
You watched her walk down the stairs to the room then you followed behind.
“So, why is a girl like you here?” Jill asked you as she's checking up on the stocks.
“Well, the pay is high, and I need to pay rent,” you shrugged your shoulders.
“Won't it be boring? Missing out on the actions?”
“Well if it takes for someone like you to show up here, I'm pretty sure it's worth it,” you chuckled.
To look closely, she's just too hot for you to not take your eyes off, you can't stop staring at her.
“Say, too busy to catch a date after whatever you're gonna do after?” You asked, believing your confidence could get you a date with Jill.
“That will depend on if I made it back alive or not,” she softly chuckled.
“I pray for your return, Jill.”
“Thank you.”
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A week has gone by, you're still hopelessly waiting for Jill to appear, for once you were looking forward to getting a date, especially since you work in a place that's basically isolated from the city. The whole week gave you a lot of time to think about what kind of date you and Jill could do, but also at the same time, who will take over your place if you asked for a leave? Chris is the first name that appears since you only know him but you can't possibly ask him for that because you're gonna go on a date and he's actually higher rank than you are.
Oh Jill.
You wanted to see her so badly, your mind has been nothing but her face projecting everything and everywhere.
“Y/N.”
“Oh Chris, stock up?”
“No, not today, I'm taking the time to rest,” he bitterly smiled. All those missions he went to must be hard for him, at some point you can't even think what you would do if you were sent to fight zombies.
“Well, if they are asking for you, everything you need is here to get ready,” you laughed and brought out your secret stash, “do you think you'll be able to drink?”
“Call it your lucky day today.”
Three bottles have been emptied out, and Chris is on the fourth bottle.
“Ugh, I am so needed to get my tolerance up,” you complained at your poor tolerances with alcohol.
“Don't beat yourself up, you did better than last time,” Chris laughed.
“Sometimes, I feel like it's a great idea they don't have cameras here, only for the road outside,” you fell onto the counter, the alcohol slowly kicking in, causing your vision to turn wobbly.
“Chris, do you happen to know someone called Jill Valentine?” You asked.
“Jill, yeah I know her, she's my friend.”
“Is she doing okay? I wanted to see her,” you mumbled.
“How do you know Jill in the first place?”
“She stopped by to stock up,” you answered.
“She just recently reported in from her last mission.”
“I see.”
Jill must've been taking a rest after the mission, she'll appear when she is finished. That's what you told yourself.
An hour later, Chris is fully defeated by the alcohol, you have to drag him down to the basement room to let him rest there while you're still trying to sober up. When you got back up to the surface, you spotted a motorcycle outside the gas station and someone was on it. You thought it's someone asking for directions so you talked to them through the small window.
“Hi, sorry the station is closed at the moment,” you speak through the small window, if Chris isn't on a mission, no one is.
“I'm here to pick up my date,” that familiar voice that has been dangling onto your mind for the past few days.
“Jill?” you excitedly asked, hop out from the shop.
“Is this a bad time?” She asked.
“No, not exactly, it's just that I have a drunk passed out Chris Redfield down the basement,” you laughed.
“Chris? What's he doing here?”
“Well, to be honest, it's usually just him showing up here to stock up so eventually we became friends,” you explained.
“So, I'm taking it that you can't leave?” Jill asked.
“I can't, Chris is here and I'm actually still trying to sober up,” you awkwardly chuckled.
“That's alright, we can chill here.”
“I'm so sorry if you have any plans for today, I'm sure next time we can do it.”
Just like that, you and Jill had the date on top of the rooftop, it wasn't really bad, both of you took the chance to know more about each other.
“Well, I know I'm still trying to sober up, but can't spoil the fun for you,” you brought up the remaining alcohol that's left from you and Chris.
Both of you think that it would be fun if you and Jill play some games, such as truth and dare, so the game is on. You started out with asking simple truth and dare for Jill, taking it as a chance to try to know her better, Jill did the same, until you decided you wanted to do something more.
“Truth,” Jill chooses.
“Jill, why did you choose to be on this date?”
“Is that even a question that can be asked?” She frowned, hiding that slight blush off her face.
“C'mon, I'll let you ask the similar question to me later.”
“Well, you're cute, and you have the confidence to ask me out on a date, and from all those talks we had just now, you're an incredible person, and I would love to know you more,” Jill answered.
You hope it's illegal because of how Jill is making you blush at the moment.
“Truth or Dare?” Jill looked at you.
“Dare.”
“Do the one thing you wanted to do so badly right now,” Jill smirked.
“Oh wow, okay, embrace yourself then,” you chuckled as you moved from your seat, moving closer to Jill, both of you looked at each other as you leaned forward for a kiss on her cheek.
You and Jill hold eye contact, she rested her hand on your cheek, looking into your eyes then she leaned forwards, left a kiss on your lip. You returned one back, and she did the same. Jill pulled you closer towards her as she kissed you.
Jill slowly pulled away, holding your hands and rushed down to the basement, a different room from where Chris is sleeping in, she slammed the door, inviting you to join her on the bed that's supposed for pass by soldiers to rest in.
You can feel her touch, slowly caressingly running up and down your body as her soft cherry lip pressing onto yours, giving you the kisses you'll never forget. Her kisses were harsh but yet sweet, brushing your hair to the side as she played with your ear, giving that tingling feeling but all you can focus on is her lip, needing every taste of it.
Jill slowly moved her hand inside your top, drawing circles on your cute tummy, drawing a sensation in you, her hand moved more further up, lifting up your top, revealing that black lace bra. Jill breaks the kiss as she turns her focus to your body, “what a gorgeous you are, sweetie,” as she's sitting on you, looking down. Jill admired your body a little longer, when she met your eyes again, she could see the desire you are wishing so badly for.
You wanted to kiss Jill so badly.
You wanted her touch everywhere on your body.
You wanted to feel her.
You wanted to be hers.
But Jill just looked at you, with a small smirk on her face, she's enjoying this.
“Please Jill,” you mumbled, you felt the heat on your face so you tried to hide your reddened face as you tried to form words.
“Yeah, sweetie?”
You know, she wants you to use your words to beg for her, you slipped your needy side to Jill and now she’s waiting for you to tell her what you need.
“Manage to get the conversation out for a date, can't say what's next?” Jill leaned closer, whispered in your ear, fingertip drawing around your body, teasing your poor desire.
You started to blame the alcohol you drank with Chris just now, you can't think straight.
“I want you Jill,” you looked into her blue eyes, babbling out the words, “I need you Jill, I want to feel you, so badly.”
“Good girl.”
Jill single handedly unhooked your bra, removing every pieces clothings of yours, leaving your naked body bare on the bed. Her hand cupped up your breast as she gently sucked on it, while her other hand fiddled the other lonely breast, muffled moans started to fall out from your mouth, you had your mouth covered, afraid that Chris would hear you.
“It's okay, no one is going to hear us,” she looked at you, admiring the expression you have on your face at the moment, then continued back what she's doing.
You couldn't tell how long it has been for Jill enjoying her time with your breast, she made you feel so good but yet a part of your body is throating for more.
“You gotta use your words to ask for what you want,” Jill pinned down your lower body, you immediately looked down and realised what you did, a dark spot stained on her jeans.
“I want you Jill.”
“Where?”
You held onto her hand as you guided her to the between of your thighs, “here please.”
Jill leans in for more kisses as her hand continues drawing circles the area between your thighs, you wish her to touch, but she likes to tease you a little longer before giving you what you ask for. You squirmed under her touches, you started to beg Jill, mumbling words into her ears, letting her know just how badly you wanted her.
Jill slowly inserted her middle finger in your cunt, spreading up your inside, your body squirmed as you gripped on both of her shoulders, she started to push it more deeper in, as her thumb rubbing on your sensitive clit. Jill could feel every twitch you made, your sweet moans getting louder and louder in her ears, babbling words that can't be understood as she picked up her pace.
Your hip started to lean upwards to Jill, she knows this movement of yours proves that you're close so she pulled away, leaving you groaning and whimpering, asking why she pulled away. You know damn well the answer, she loves to tease and she will take every opportunity she has to tease you until she thinks you deserve to cum.
Jill gives your clit a few gentle rubs, then spreads your inside with two fingers this time. Jill quickly picks back up the pace, your slick juice dripping down from her hand and your thighs, the sloopy sound as Jill thrusted her finger in, hitting the spot, tells just how wet you are. Jill found your mumbling as you're trying your best to cum, cute. She wanted to tease you so much more until you can't even say anything but continually cumming on her fingers but you've been a good girl for her.
“I love you Y/N,” she planted kisses around your neck, your collarbone, your breast, your arch up tummy.
“I love you too Jill,” your arm wrapped around her shoulder, head resting on Jill's shoulder, mumbling her name with the mix of your moans.
“I'm gonna- cum,” you mumbled out, hooked your legs around Jill's waist, gripping harder onto her shirt.
“Cum for me sweetie, cum for me, Y/N,” she whispered into your ear.
Your eyes roll back as your head throws back while you are still gripping onto Jill's shoulder, your hip leans upwards and stays there for a while as you feel the electric shock running through your body and letting out the loudest moans.
Your body immediately flopped back on the bed, trying your best to catch your breath. You could feel Jill caressingly brushing your hair, a soft kiss on your lip, “you did a great job.”
“I love you Jill.”
“I love you too Y/N.”
Hands holding onto each other, Jill flopped on the bed together with you, pulling you closer so she could cuddle with you.
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an: Here's my pardon approach, this is the first time working on the smut, please pardon me for any mistake I've made, and ofc, do let me know which part could be improve so I can learn from my mistake ;-; I hope you guys somehow did enjoyed it ❤️
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Imagine this is how it ended:
“And I might have lied,” Jill softly chuckled.
“What did you lie about?”
“The room is not soundproof.”
“Jill!” You jolt up, looking at her.
“I'm pretty sure Chris is still asleep at the moment,” Jill pulled you back into her arms, “we'll worry about it later.”
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If you’re still taking fic prompts, maybe Sanji with a plus-size reader?
|| I will do my best, I don't typically go into much detail on body types when writing so that people can imagine themself but I'm not sure if I do that too good
I also tried to make a banner for the first time, ignore how bad it is I need to find better pictures :(
Beauty
Featuring: OPLA!Sanji x Fem/PlusSize!Reader
Warnings: Sanji being Sanji, Fluff, Mildly Suggestive, Bad Flirting
Word Count: 723
You were beautiful, you knew that, and actually so did everyone else just by the way you walked around and wore whatever you wanted to without the lingering eyes that would give you stranger looks. You could take of the world with your confidence, living your life to the fullest, and not letting anyone else ruin that for you.
Sanji noticed it too, as you radiated with beauty and confidence. It’s what drew him to you the first time he saw you walk into the Baratie, he was being forced into waiting tables again. He shared a few curses under his breath as he made his way into the main dining area his eyes scanning the few people within the dining hall before his eyes landed on you. His breath hitched as he took in the sight that you were, he ignored the other tables that were within his section and made a straight shot towards your table.
“Good evening, How can I help the most radiant lady on this night?” He asked, the flirting was obvious, especially with the way he looked at you a mischievous grin that peeked out from the corner of his lips. You looked up from the menu you had kept your eyes on and met them with his, Sanji felt his breath stop as your eyes met. They were beautiful and, god, were you making him nervous, he’s never really felt this nervous around other women at the Baratie, but something about you… The poor boy was awe-struck.
“Evening.” The simple word that slipped from your mouth caused him to straighten his back, “I’ll take your fanciest cocktail please.” You turned your head to look back at the menu, to study the different cocktails not really wanting any specific kind of cocktail. Sanji watched the way your eyes scanned the menu and the way your hands held it so gently, he found himself getting lost in thought by how your hands would feel while he held them.
You looked up and noticed the way his face just looked as if he was somewhere else in the world, you furrowed your brow and chuckled. “Are you alright?” Your head tilted and you gave him a soft gaze, Sanji snapped back to reality and his cheeks became a slight tint of pink. “Just, lost in your eyes.” He flirted, though it came out a bit more corny than he really wanted it to be and it was noticeable by how the tip of his ears turned red. You giggled at his flustered state and nodded, turning your sight back to the menu.
“How about you just surprise me, hm?” You ask him, turning to look back up at him. Sanji nods, “Anything for the radiant lady.” He says, sending a wink your way before he turns and made his way back to the kitchen.
He would get in trouble with Zeff, but that didn’t matter. You needed the best and Sanji knew he could give you that.
You and Sanji had been in a relationship for a year now, assisting the Straw-Hats in their adventures and following your own two separate goals.
A day didn’t go by where you wouldn’t hear praise from Sanji or even simply feel him touching you all over, he couldn’t keep his eyes and hands from you. It didn’t matter if you were in front of the whole crew, Sanji would find a way to have his hand somewhere. He also really enjoyed being able to hold your thighs (maybe even letting you sit on his face occasionally.)
This man was in love with you and your confidence, even aware of your confidence Sanji enjoyed reminding you how beautiful you were and how perfect he thought you were. He wasn’t gonna let you go even a second without making sure you knew how amazing and beautiful you were, You never grew tired of it cause if anything it just boosted your ego.
But the other straw hats? God, it was annoying as hell, they all thought you were pretty and perfect as well but hearing Sanji go on and on about it became annoying to the point they’d all just leave the room to let you two have some quiet time.
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Hii.. so i have a request... JJ x daughter reader where JJ sees her daughter's girlfriend sneaking out from her window. JJ goes to talk bc her daughter hasn't told her yet that she also likes girls and that she has a girlfriend. Reader also thinks JJ will be angry but she's totally supportive, bc actually JJ tell her that she has kissed girls in college
Caught
pairing: jennifer jareau x daughter reader
category: fluff
warnings: making out, innuendo
word count: 732
age: 17
summary: your mom catches your girlfriend whiles she's sneaking out of your house and she reveals some of her secrets
I smiled against her lips as she kissed me. We were finally able to have some alone time after three weeks. She gently pushed me down onto my bed while tugging on my shirt, pulling away my lips so I could give verbal consent. "It's ok." I whispered. She smiled wider and took my shirt off.
We both froze as we heard the garage door open. My mom was home? She wasn't supposed to be home for another two days. I gently pushed Claire off of me. "Out the window." I whispered.
"You're on the second story-"
"It'll be fine. My mom's gonna kill me if she sees you." She nodded and opened the window and dropped down, I heard her gasp a bit but she didn't yell so I closed my window. I didn't even realize that Claire that had escaped my room with her shirt still in her hands until my mom opened my door and looked me up and down. "Hey."
"Are you just going to pretend like you're not half naked and that I didn't just see a girl climbing out your window carrying your clothes?" I narrowed my eyes.
"What now? That didn't happen." My mom walked over to my dresser and threw me a shirt.
"I'm not mad honey." She tapped her neck. "You've got a little something there." I touched my neck and grabbed my mirror. It was a hickey. I could tell she was trying not to laugh while my face was burning up. "So...you have anything you want to tell me?"
"Me...and women...yes." I struggled to get words out.
"You and women yes?" She snorted.
"I...women. You know?" I was trying to p it my shirt on but it wasn't working. "They're great."
"Yeah. Yeah I know." I was finally able to pull the shirt down over my head and I looked at my mom, my jaw hanging down.
"You know?"
"Yeah. I've had some experience." She sat down on the edge of my bed.
"What?"
"Yeah. In college. Come on, you can't think that I've only had fun with men." I sat down next to her, completely dumbfounded.
"But you- you never said anything."
"Neither did you and I knew."
"But that's not fair. You're a profiler." I pointed out.
"Ok. That's true."
"Well when did you know?"
"College."
"Oh." I took a deep breath and nodded. This would've been good information to know before I acted like a complete idiot in front of her, thinking she would kick me out of the house.
"Yeah. Look, I don't care who you kiss or who you have sex with. As long as you're using protection-"
"I only like women." I clarified. "So...I don't need condoms or birth control or whatever." She nodded.
"Ok but you can still get STD's." I groaned.
"Mom I don't want to talk about this."
"But you're having sex, we need to-"
"How about not now though?" I offered. "This is already awkward, you know?" She chuckled.
"Ok fine. But tomorrow."
"I already had the sex talk at school, so how about never?"
"Mm. I don't think so. I need to pass on my wisdom."
"Your wisdom?"
"Yeah. Like what moves-"
"Oh my God mom I don't need to know your moves in bed!" I laughed, praying she wouldn't continue.
"Well there's one where-" I put my hands over my ears.
"La la la la la I don't want to hear it." I waited until her lips stopped moving before I took my hands away.
"Ok. Fine. I won't tell you."
"Thank God." I let out a sigh of relief and sat back down next to her.
"Oh stop it, it's not that bad."
"Figuring out what my mom does during sex? Oh yeah that's not bad at all." I said sarcastically.
"Ok fine." She laughed and put her arm over my shoulders. "But I do want you to know that there's no judgment here. I will love any girlfriend you have. Unless they're bad to you." I nodded.
"Thanks mom."
"Of course honey. I always have your back." I smiled up at her as she kissed my forehead. "Just ket me know if you want any tips." My face fell.
"No. Never. That's not happening. Do I have to spell it out for you?" She laughed.
"Just jokes. Just jokes. I love you hon."
"I love you too."
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Happy Birthday, Eds
You finally saved up enough to get Eddie a fantastic birthday present. Obviously, he has to show you his appreciation.
Eddie Munson x F!Reader smut
Warnings: Smut (18+, minors DNI!), oral sex (F and M receiving), vaginal sex, switch!Eddie, breeding kink if you squint, degradation, thigh riding
Word count: 2.1k
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You smiled as you pulled into the school parking lot, leg bouncing in anticipation. It was Eddie's birthday this weekend, and you had been able to save up enough to get him a gift you were super proud of.
Walking towards the theater where Hellfire was meeting for the night, you could already hear Eddie and Mike arguing about something. As you opened the door, Dustin's head whipped around, smile growing once he saw you.
"Y/N!" he yelled. "Thank god, can you please tell Eddie to stop yelling?"
You chuckled, pulling him into a hug.
"Do you mind coming to help me with something in my car actually?"
:readmore:
"Uh...sure?" he replied, raising an eyebrow at you in confusion.
"Come on," you said, leading him out of the theater. "They won't even notice we're gone."
Once you were in your car, Dustin in the passenger seat, he finally spoke.
"Alright what is this about. I don't need Eddie coming out here and seeing me with you and kicking my ass."
You laughed, ruffling the kid's hair.
"Relax, Dustin. I wanted to show you what I got Eddie for his birthday."
You leaned across to the glove compartment, pulling out the black velvet box.
"HOLY SHIT. Are you proposing to Eddie? That's SO you guys, going all unconventional and-"
"Dustin," you cut him off. "I'm not proposing. Look."
You opened the ring box, watching as Dustin's jaw dropped.
"Ho. Ly. Shit."
It was a new ring, stainless steel like the rest of his.
"How did you even get this?" Dustin asked, taking the ring out and turning it over in his hand.
"Saved up a ton from the bar, drove out to a guy in Indianapolis, had it custom made." You couldn't help but smile, watching the twinkle in Dustin's eyes.
"He's gonna love it".
You walked back into the theater, Eddie and Mike still arguing over whatever-the-fuck. Dustin groaned, walking over to find his seat.
Eddie looked up, just now noticing your presence it seemed.
"Hi sweatheart," he grinned, standing and sauntering across the room to you.
"Hi baby," you smiled, linking your arms behind his neck as he pulled you towards him by your waist.
"Missed you," he muttered into your ear, leaving kisses down your neck.
"Eddie it's been like a day," you chuckled, pushing him off to spare the younger members from watching their DM get handsy in front of them.
"But I always miss you when you're gone," he whined, taking your face in his hands. He pulled you in and kissed you sloppily, causing you to pull back, laughing as you wiped your mouth.
"You're ridiculous Munson," you said, a blush creeping up on your face.
"We're still good for the weekend, yeah?" he asked, throwing his arm around your shoulder as he walked you both back towards the table.
"Yup. You, me, and my shoebox of an apartment," you smiled up at him. A smirk spread across his face.
"Can't wait."
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A few hours later you were at your apartment, unlocking your front door.
Or, you were trying to, at least.
Eddie had himself wrapped around you from behind, giving shallow rolls of his hips, causing your hands to falter with your keys as you felt his dick rubbing against your ass.
"Eddie," you hissed at him, dropping your keys for the third time.
"I want you," he breathed into your neck, sucking a hickey onto a clearly visible spot of your shoulder.
"Fuck," you groaned, finally turning the doorknob. You grabbed the keys from the lock as you both fell into the apartment, turning around and pushing Eddie back against the front door. His hands traveled under your shirt, hands grabbing onto your hips as you locked the door over his shoulder.
"Wait, Eddie, shit, hold on," you said, untangling yourself from his arms.
"What's wrong?" he asked, immediately pulling back, looking at you with concern in his eyes.
"I forgot something in the car, I'll be right back!" you called over your shoulder, already running out to the car. You smiled, reaching into your glove compartment and stashing the ring box in your back pocket. You walked back inside, watching as Eddie spread himself out on your couch.
"Alright. Close your eyes."
He looked up at you and you noticed the slight twitch of his dick in his jeans
"It's not sexual, horn dog. It's your birthday present."
"You...you got me a present?" he asked quietly, sitting up straight. You smiled softly at him.
"Of course I did, Eds. Now close 'em."
He smiled, closing his eyes and holding out his hands. You decided to take the ring from the box and placed it in his hand, hoping to avoid having the same confusion that Henderson had earlier.
"Open."
You had sat down on the coffee table in front of him, smile wide with anxiety. His eyes opened curiously, pulling the ring closer to observe it.
"Holy shit."
You had the ring customized to have a d20 on it, with the 20 face side up.
"Do you like it?" You asked, watching as he repeatedly turned it over and over in his hands.
"Do I love it?!" he finally spoke, looking at you with wild eyes. "Baby this is...this is the nicest thing anyone has ever given me".
You watched as he slipped the ring on an empty finger, your legs squeezing together involuntarily. You'd be lying if you said this gift didn't benefit you in some way. He knew how much you loved his fingers, and just watching him fidget with his rings would turn you on.
"Happy birthday Eds," you smiled, looking up at him.
"Come here," he whispered, patting his thigh. You scrambled over to the couch, straddling one of his thighs, biting back a moan as you felt the added pressure on your clit.
"Why'd you get this for me, baby?" Eddie had his hands on both your hips, grinding your body down against his thigh.
"Eddie..."
"Answer me," he said, squeezing your thighs with his hands. "Was it so you have something new to look at when I fuck you with my fingers? Hm? You wanna suck on my fingers baby?"
You nodded furiously, opening your mouth and sticking out your tongue.
Eddie smirked. "Good girl." He pushed two of his fingers to the back of your throat. Your lips immediately closed around them, sucking while your tongue moved between them. Eddie groaned, lifting his thigh against your center as you ground down against him.
"Take these off baby," he said, unbuttoning your jeans. You stood quickly, taking off your jeans and climbing back onto Eddie's thigh. Two of his fingers ran against the front of your underwear, a moan leaving him as he felt how wet you were.
"Fuck, babe, you soaked through these." His hands were back on your hips, moving you against his thigh. You groaned above him, biting down on your lip.
"Eddie please..."
"Please what?" He smirked.
"Want your cock baby please," you whined, feeling yourself leaving a wet spot on his jeans.
"Oh sweetheart, it's my birthday. We have a long way to go before you get my cock." He smiled up at you, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.
You whined, letting your head fall against his shoulder. You felt his hands fall to your underwear, gripping the side firmly.
"You like this pair?" You could hear the smile in his voice.
"No," you said, voice muffled by his neck. As soon as the word was out of your mouth you heard the ripping of fabric. You shuddered as you felt his denim jeans against your now bare cunt.
"Make yourself cum on my thigh and then we can talk about you getting my cock," Eddie said, bringing an open palm down against your ass. You moaned out, rubbing yourself faster against him.
"Eddie please I - I need more."
Eddie laughed, causing you to clench around nothing.
"You get off like this, or you get nothing else. Got it?" You nodded, leaning your head back down against his shoulder, angling yourself so that your clit was dragging directly against his jeans.
"Fuck Eds," you breathed out, biting down on his neck.
"That's it, baby...make a mess for me..."
You cried out as you felt yourself coming, continuing to grind down against him, dragging your orgasm out.
You were whimpering by the end of it, pulling yourself off of him from overstimulation.
"That's my good girl," he cooed at you, dipping his fingers between your folds. He brought his soaked fingers to his mouth, moaning as he sucked the taste of you off of them.
"You want my cock now baby?" You nodded. "Go to your room. Clothes off."
Your hurried off Eddie's lap, removing your few remaining pieces of clothing just as he walked in behind you. He stripped himself quickly, crashing his lips against yours. You moaned into his mouth, tasting yourself on his tongue.
"On your knees baby," he said, pulling back as he sat on the edge of your bed. You frowned slightly as you sank to the floor.
"But..."
"You wanted my cock, right?" he asked, pumping himself in front of your face, pre cum leaking from his tip.
You nodded.
"Open up sweetheart."
Your mouth fell open as Eddie grabbed your hair into a ponytail with one hand while the other slipped his cock into your throat.
"Fuck baby...feel so fucking good..."
He was thrusting into your mouth, your nose pressing against his pubic bone. His tight grip on your hair had you moaning around him, and you could feel wetness dripping down your thighs.
He quickly withdrew himself from you, picking you up by your shoulders and tossing you back on the bed. He pried your legs open, mouth immediately attaching to your clit. You moaned loudly, back arching off the bed and hand tugging on his hair.
"You taste like fucking heaven sweetheart. I could die happy down here," he spoke against your cunt. Your cheeks grew red at the loud sloppy noises your wetness caused.
"Eddie..." you whined, sitting up on your elbows to watch him. That's when you noticed his bare cock rutting against your blanket. A smile spread across your face.
"Aw, poor baby...my pussy gets you that turned on that you're fucking against my blanket like some little slut?"
He continued eating you put but his eyes looked up to you, moaning and nodding as he wrapped a hand around his dick.
This was what you loved about Eddie; the two of you could switch control so easily.
"You want your dick inside me?" you asked, watching as his eyes lit up, murmuring affirmations against your pussy.
"Get yourself off just like that. Then you can cum inside me."
He groaned in defiance but you watched as he rolled his hips harder against the end of your bed. He starting to whine, the sound causing your second orgasm to start building.
"Just like that Eddie..gonna squirt all over your face. That what you want?"
You heard Eddie swear, yelling as you watched his hips still, cum spreading across your blanket. He continued licking and sucking your clit, causing you to cum against his face.
Eddie didn't stop as he felt you cum, continuing to eat your pussy, drinking up every drop of you. When he finally pulled back his face was glistening with you, a goofy smile plastered across his face.
"God I fucking love when you do that, baby," he smiled, climing up your body to place kisses against your face. "So goddamn beautiful."
"Shut up," you muttered, tucking your face to hide beneath his hair.
Eddie took your face between your hands, forcing you to look him in the eyes. God, those eyes.
"You are so beautiful, sweetheart. I love my present," he said, lips resting against your forehead.
You peaked behind him at the clock on your bedside table.
12:01.
"Hey Eds?"
"Mmm," he muttered, already wrapped around you like a koala.
"Happy birthday love," you whispered, climbing on top of him, beginning to kiss down his body.
"Baby..."
"Shhh..." you shushed him, pumping his cock with one of your hands. "I believe I was promised you would fuck me if I came for you?"
You smiled down at him. Eddie returned the smile, opened his mouth to respond as you sunk yourself down onto him in his entirety.
"Fuck...just like that..." Eddie grabbed your ass, quickly fucking himself up into you.
"I love you so much Eds," you cried out, already close to release thanks to overstimulation.
"I love you too sweetheart...so fucking much. Oh fuck I'm gonna -"
"Cum in me Eddie, please cum inside me. Want to feel you fill me up."
Eddie came quickly after that, you following behind almost immediately.
He rolled off of you, pulling you on top of his chest. You quickly wrapped your arms around him, already dozing off.
"Happy birthday, Eds."
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(MSG: The Witch from Mercury) Suletta and a Mechanic Reader fluff
I'm glad to show off my tanuki daughter any chance I get. And to just feel more authentic to the show, reader is not an S/O yet.
(Y/N) felt terribly confused, yet very intrigued by Suletta's big sister.
Aerial was supposedly not a Gundam, yet it clearly showed signs of having a PERMET system and fought with terrifying efficiency.
But it had no signs of it actually being one since Suletta was able to pilot it without getting killed in the process.
(Y/N) "Hopefully, she'll be okay...-"
(Suletta's Voice) "(Y/N)! I brought lunch!"
Her voice snapped their attention back to the present and their growling stomach.
(Y/N) "Okay, one second!"
As soon as the elevator platform hit the ground level, Suletta eagerly offered a small boxed lunch to (Y/N) wearing a big smile.
(Suletta) "Thank you again so much for helping out with Aerial! Her thrusters seem to be off during practice lately."
(Y/N) "It's no problem. Honestly, I should be thanking you for letting me even work on her. She's a marvel of engineering!
Suletta beamed with pride as she looked up at Aerial.
(Suletta) "Yeah, she's incredible. So is everyone else, too!"
Everyone else?...Oh, she must have been referring to the bits on Aerial.
(Y/N) also realized how Suletta wasn't stuttering at all. It seemed like when she's talking about her family, all her worries melt away.
It was endearing.
(Y/N) "You really look up to them, huh?"
Suletta gave them a quizzical look.
(Suletta) "Well, they're my family. Wouldn't you as well?"
(Y/N) "Fair enough. Let's get eating, shall we?"
Suletta nodded and both of them sat down to a relaxing lunch.
While (Y/N) was thinking what needed to be done on the thrusters, they heard Suletta begin to mumble to herself.
Turning to face her, she was holding up a hand with her fingers extended, counting them with a sandwich still in her hand.
(Suletta) "...ve lunch with fr..."
(Y/N) "Suletta?"
(Suletta) "EEP!"
Suletta suddenly recoiled, surprising (Y/N) as well.
(Y/N) "S-Sorry! I didn't mean to startle, but what are you doing?"
(Suletta) "U-Um...Promise you won't laugh?"
(Y/N) nodded.
(Suletta) "I-I made a list of things I wanted to when I went to s-school. Having lunch with friends is one of them."
(Y/N) remained silent for a moment to process what she said before smiling.
(Y/N) "That's it? There's no need to embarrassed by that, that's perfectly normal!"
(Suletta) "R-Really?"
(Y/N) "Yeah, especially if you've never been to school. Actually, now that I think about it, what do you know about school? I thought I remember you mentioning to Miorine you wanted to open one on Mercury?"
Suletta's anxious expression quickly melted away and was replaced with enthusiasm.
(Suletta) "Yeah, I did! Aerial actually taught me everything I know. We can go up there and watch the films she has!"
Suletta looked up to Aerial and shouted.
(Suletta) "Aerial! Can you get those old-school documentaries ready? We're gonna eat in the cockpit!"
It was endearing to watch Suletta get excited about the things she loved to (Y/N).
Hopefully they could-
(Y/N) ...D-Did I just see a response from Aerial? No one's inside the cockpit, though...
Suletta looked at (Y/N) expectedly as she waited on the elevator, holding her lunch and practically shaking with excitement.
(Y/N) smiled back and went on the platform, hoping they were just seeing things.
Because if they did see what they think they did, then they'd feel sorry for whatever bastard broke poor Suletta's heart in front of Aerial.
Hell hath no fury like a big sister watching their little sister cry.
#gundam witch from mercury headcanons#gundam witch from mercury imagines#gundam witch from mercury x reader#suletta mercury#suletta mercury x reader#gundam aerial
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The day when tiva shippers won: an unneeded and unrequested reaction chronicle by theonewithval
February 28, 2024.
I'm about to have dinner, when I start seeing THINGS on my tl on twitter. Apparently the big bomb is about to drop. I've been on the edge of my seat for more than a week now, IS IT ACTUALLY HAPPENING TODAY?
TICK.
I can't. My heart is pounding. My mom keeps talking about a million other things and I just can't focus, I can't even understand what she's saying. I feel like I'm gonna pass out. Everybody on twitter is having the same reaction, I'm not the only one whose anxiety is over the roof. It's something that is going to change my life, of that I'm certain. I need to get whatever they're planning to tell us NOW.
My mom calls me: dinner is ready. What if something happens while I'm eating and I miss it? I'm feeling so nervous, my legs are shaking and I feel weak, and I don't know whether it's because I'm hungry and need to eat, or because of the thought of the big news I might get today.
I finish eating, I pick up my phone, immediately checking twitter, again.
TICK.
WAIT WHAT IS THIS TICK TICK BOOM THING? I'M LOSING MY MIND. I CAN'T TAKE THIS ANY LONGER. I FEEL LIKE TONY DINOZZO WHEN HE GETS OUT THE CAR IN JUDGEMENT DAY AND YELLS. YES I'M ABOUT TO YELL.
My mind starts racing: what if something happens when I'm sleeping and I'm not here to see it? I WOULD MISS THE CHAOS. NOPE. NOT A CHANCE. I CAN'T SLEEP LIKE THIS. I hop into bed, switch my tv on. I need to get my mind off this or I think I'm gonna pass out. Seriously. Italia's got talent is on tv, I'm gonna watch that.
*checks her phone and twitter every two minutes*
What if they drop the bomb at 9est? My god, I can't live like this. THIS HAS TO HAPPEN NOW. I CAN'T SLEEP WITH THAT THOUGHT IN MY MIND. IT WOULD BE 3AM HERE, AND NOW IT'S 10PM.
I text @sweetsouldhavernas: I need support. At this point, it can either be any minute now or in a couple of hours. We kinda start losing hope, maybe we're going to have to wait more, BUT WE CAN'T ANYMORE.
*prays and cries in italian*
I switch my tv off, at this point I'm not even paying attention to it. People on twitter have completely gone crazy, posting old tiva pics, hoping for a miracle. I furiously refresh my tl every two seconds. Yes, literally. And then...
BOOM.
THE BOMB DROPS. THE MIRACLE HAPPENS. A tvline article on my tl, with a pic of Tony and Ziva stuck in the elevator, at the end of season 9. I THOUGHT THE EARTH MOVED. YES, EVERYTHING IS MOVING, SPINNING AROUND ME. MY HEART IS BEATING SO FAST I CAN'T CONTROL IT. MY HANDS AND MY LEGS ARE SHAKING. THANK GOD I'M IN BED OR I WOULD FALL ON THE GROUND. TONY AND ZIVA. TOGETHER. IN A SPIN OFF. THE BIGGEST THING I EXPECTED WAS A CAMEO, BOTH OF THEM IN THE ORIGINAL SERIES. LIKE ARE WE SERIOUSLY GETTING THEM, FOR TEN EPISODES, BEING A COUPLE, BEING A FAMILY, RAISING THEIR DAUGHTER, LOVING EACH OTHER? INSANE, JUST INSANE.
*starts typing nonsense*
*completely loses control of her hands, uncontrollably shaking, not being able to type properly*
*rants in italian*
I feel like we won the world cup. We did it, my friends, we did it tiva nation. And it feels so freaking amazing. I keep watching us slowly finding out what the future holds for us, and we have never won like this. It's so incredible, I can't believe it. Time passes and I don't even realize it's 1am here, I won't be able to sleep, I've got a headache but I don't care, it's been so worth it.
Jokes aside, it's been a lot to process and I think I haven't 100% realized what happened, still feels like a fever dream, but what I can say is that this has literally been one of the most important moments in a fandom, one of the happiest. I've been in this fandom since 2012, twelve years and still counting. I want to hug 17 years old me and tell her it's gonna be okay, that we're gonna have them back, that she's still gonna scream and lose her mind because of them. This girl was 17 when she first saw them in under covers, her first episode ever and fell in love with them. This girl back in 2013 thought they were never going to see each other again, that she lost her most important ship ever. This girl, when family first aired, spent the whole morning after the episode aired, crying in bed for one of her favorite fictional characters ever, because not only she lost her, Ziva, but she lost her ship again, one more time, this time in such a terrible way. They had a child, yes, but they didn't have the chance to be together and I was furious. It was a sensitive subject, every time the reruns aired on my tv every year and I missed so much it hurt. But then, in 2019, we found out there was still hope after all. Ziva was still alive. She reunited with Tony in 2020, with their little girl, finally free to love and to be loved. And now we're here? About to witness them being a couple, a family, raising their daughter, bantering like an old married couple, flirting, working together, getting what everybody of us has always wished for, but thought it was too big of a thing?
If this is a dream, then don't wake me up. It's gonna be amazing, I know that, for sure.
#Just had to write this somewhere#I know this is nonsense I don't expect people to read this#I'm gonna come back here and read this every time I want to remember this ICONIC day#Always in our hearts#Don't mind my awful english#tiva#Tiva spin off!!!#WE WON#ziva david#tony dinozzo
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Anyway... headcanon post: Yomi is cognitively impaired. Sources? the depths of my twisted mind ;3
Sometimes has quote unquote good days where his symptoms don't get as severe (or he/others don't think they do), sometimes he gets worse, it varies on the phase on the moon, the earth's axis and the horoscope. (according to Guillaume, it's all because he's a libra) (he attempts to squash her like a bug every time but she's just too fast man.....)
Slow reaction times (although it gets weird sometimes). Sometimes it's delayed by just a second or a few, sometimes for way more which causes problems ranging from mild annoyance to literally almost dying via honda tire. An example of this is when he might walk to a crosswalk, forgets that he actually needs to check if any cars are coming, walks onto traffic, oh look a car. He notices a car car coming, stops, knows he should move out of the way in that scenario, but it just doesn't occur to him to do that, and he just stands there staring almost completely frozen, deer-style, until finally either, A.) he realizes "oh shit I'm about to get ran over so that's what's happening maybe" and fucking bolts to the side at literal last minute, or B.) the driver stops for him and is about to leave the car and scream at him about it, before noticing that's the director and almost shitting themselves from raw fear then profusely apologizing. You know those crosswalks at Kanai Ward, that detect pedestrians and stop oncoming traffic for them? While they were mostly created for the citizens, an also big reason why they were able to exist is because the Yomi Squad funded it so well in order to stop him from killing himself one day. The bicycle paths are still a problem though and have claimed many of his bones to this day
Knows the city pretty well (allegedly), and is able to get around via yomi autopilot. He just walks with zero (or extremely irrelevant) thoughts in his head, not paying attention to almost anything, just getting guided by habit/reflex/walking on the same path so often he just memorizes when to turn or enter while not even having to look where he's going, you get me right? He'll probably be fine. As long as he doesn't snap out of it and regain consciousness. In that case he's reminded he exists, looks around, thinks "where the fuck am I", remembers what he's supposed to do after a moment, but then forgets how he even gets there in the first place and is effectively lost. So what he does is to recount every single detail, instruction and direction in which path he usually takes to get him to a point where he is currently (which might. take a While), and then he finally remembers where he is and can carry on as usual. Do NOT disturb him in this state or he will completely lose his train of thought and get incredibly pissed he has to do it all over and violently take it out on you or perhaps even everyone around too.
^How he deals with the above things is that he simply very, very rarely travels without somebody else, which either Martina or F-Zilch (not counting occassional Cop Entourage as that's a bit different). If they aren't available, he either picks some other (preferably quiet, the chatty types are always the most insufferable) employee of his, or just goes alone or refuses to leave his house at all that day.
Sometimes when someone is speaking to him he can feel that he's not gonna register any word of what they're gonna say and just loses focus. No, he won't ask them to repeat themselves, that's for pussies like Seth, if he didn't hear whatever it is they wanted to tell him then maybe it just isn't that important. Maybe.
Takes an awful long time to shower, as soon as his skin makes contact with water he ceases awareness of existing and he has to wait until he remembers he's alive until he keeps going. (though that isn't the sole reason as to why he cannot do it faster. but it's a part in it)
Tries to make an effort to keep track of important events via lists, reminder notes and planners, or frequently ends up asking his vice director Martina about certain things that happened beforehand (if they did at all) or are about to happen, since he's for sure not gonna remember that himself. Usually, at least. Sometimes he does have his memory down to every detail but only concerning certain things his shit brain cares about more, such as "during that exact time that evening Seth blinked at you rather disrespectfully" or "here's that masked freak's speech to you that morning, perfectly recalled, down to the last detail, for you to dissect and get mad about for the remainder of the week"
All of these annoy, stress out and infuriate him greatly
#clarifying once again that is a personal headcanon of mine. i am. so tired. or maybe im not and its just regular blank Sylwester brain.waow#(anyway do not clown on this i am begging)#mine#rain code#yomi hellsmile#idk how coherent that is you by now know to not expect me to be comprehensible anymore + its almost midnight. i should sleep
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People are always surprised when they find out that St. Patrick's Day is NOT my favorite holiday. 'But Johnny, it's a drinking holiday! You love to drink! You're a black belt in beer drinking!" you might say...
And I'd say that some of us don't need a special holiday just to get shitfaced. Every day is a drinking holiday if you've got a strong enough liver. Besides, goggle told me St. Patrick wasn't even Irish! He might've even been - gasp! - Italian. All that stuff about him running off the snakes is bullshit, too.
(Fun Fact #1: There were never any snakes in Ireland for him to chase away. What a fraud! Wonder if Silver is descended from that douche.)
And don't even get me started on all that Luck of the Irish, wearing green, drinking green beer crap. Green, green, green.
BEER WAS NOT MEANT TO BE GREEN, PEOPLE!
Okay, so I admit that I haven't always had the greatest luck on St. Patrick's Day. And that's not even counting all the times Dutch and I got arrested back in the day. But that had nothing to do with me refusing to wear green.
(Fun Fact #2: 99% of leprechauns are actually just little people paid to dress up in costume, and they really don't appreciate being tossed. The more you know.)
The kids seem to think differently, however. Miguel and Robby said my luck could use some improvement, so they went to the mall yesterday and bought me a green shirt to wear to the dojo St. Paddy's Day party.
Why are we having one of those, again? Beats me! Literally no one in our dojo is Irish, except maybe those two red headed dweebs. And I don't even remember their last name, so who fucking knows.
Look, I'm a sensei, not a genealogist.
Whatever. The point is, they can take it back because I'm not wearing some lame 'Kiss Me, I'm Irish' t-shirt. Over my dead...
Wait a minute! Hang on, maybe I spoke too soon. This is actually kinda - dare I say it?
Badass!
My kids totally rock! They somehow managed to find the one St. Patrick's Day shirt on the planet that I'm actually happy to wear!
Seriously, check it out! This is the most 'me' shirt EVER.
Not sure how they think this is gonna keep me out of trouble, though. Like, my ass is very pinch-able. This is just daring someone *cough*larusso*cough* to go for it. And then I'll be obligated to punch him in the face, because I'm a man of my word.
At least when it comes to punching people.
Basically what I'm saying is, if I get arrested again, it's technically their fault.
Ta-da! All dressed up and ready to pound some green beers!
I called up Barnes and Chozen, and after the kids' dojo party, we're going on a pub crawl! Time to show the filthy casuals how it's done!
(Fun Fact #3: LaRusso's coming too, he just doesn't know it yet.)
Miguel told me where they got the shirt, so I'm gonna go buy matching ones for the whole posse. This is gonna be awesome!
Hope LaRusso's got enough money to cover our bail, because we're definitely getting arrested tonight. Happy St. Patrick's Day, everyone!
Remember kids, green beer is an abomination, do not drink it.
BUT! If you do choose to drink today, do so responsibly! Unlike me.
#the continuing adventures of skelly johnny#st. patrick's day edition#skelly johnny#johnny lawrence#cobra kai#happy st. patrick's day!#why yes i did track down the stupid shirt that inspired my fic shut up
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Orange
A/N: ...can y'all blame me for having a lot of feels for this man? That being said, I'm a bit nervous to post my first Steve blurb but I'm so glad this one was requested by my dear @starryeyedstories. I really hope you like it 🧡!
Fall prompts 🍂
Orange
Pairing: Steve Harrington x reader
Word count: 640
The sun was barely up when you woke up, and if you were right - and a little optimistic - you had slept somewhere between 3 and 4 hours. Whatever creature was going after you this time had you running on little sleep and taking turns to watch outside, but even then, with everything that had happened, you could barely sleep.
Stretching and realizing you are not going to be able to sleep anymore you head outside, avoiding stepping over any of the sleeping bodies of the teenagers lying on the floor. With a quick glance at the clock you confirm Steve must be on watch, making the thought of going outside just a little bit happier.
As soon as you open the door you are hit with the cold dawn air. Steve is sitting on the bench that overlooks the forest in front of the cabin - his cabin, the one his parents bought one day and then never came back -. The porch has the perfect view of the road that connects to the highway from where any unwanted visitors may arrive. At the sound of the door, Steve looks at you and smiles. His sweatshirt, the yellow one that you couldn’t wait to steal back, matched the orange tones from the leaves that had fallen on the floor and the single ray of sun that was starting to creep up to light his face, and somehow with it, despite the weather, Steve looked as if the autumn sunrise was not cold at all.
He has barely rested either, you can see it in his heavy eyelids and glassy gaze, a hint of worry on his face too. He’s not hiding it this time though, not like when the kids are around and he’s trying to keep his cool; there’s no point in doing it when it comes to you.
“What are you doing up?” Bat in one hand and a cup of coffee in another, he greets you as he sees you walking towards him to sit beside him.
“Couldn’t sleep.” As you hug his waist you sneak your hands under his orange sweater, relishing in the warmth that the fabric and his skin had created under it, a pleased hum escaping your lips. “And I’m cold.”
“Jesus Christ- Yeah, I figured that one out.” He can’t help but shiver from the touch of your ice-like fingers.
“It’s hard not to be cold when you take the sweater away from me.” Your tone is serious but when he looks down at you the smile on your face gives you away.
He could answer back anything, about how it is actually his sweatshirt and shouldn’t need to ask for it, or how he does get cold too and needs it from time to time, yet right then when he looks at you, with your eyelids close as you cuddle closer to him, finally warm again and finding the perfect spot after a restless night, he goes for a simpler answer… “It smelled like you.”
You smile against his shoulder, placing a soft kiss there that makes him tug you even closer to him. “Steve Harrington is a romantic? I did not know that.”
Steve chuckles against your head, hiding his reddening cheeks from no one but the dry leaves on the floor. “Don’t tell them, they’re never gonna let it die if they find out.”
“I won’t, don’t worry.” Silence settles on both of you again for a minute, just listening to the wind and the birds that come with a quiet morning. Steve is sure you have fallen asleep in his arms, and he’s starting to feel this pride and warmth that he’s never felt before at that thought alone, but after a beat, you speak again: “You need to give me the sweatshirt though.”
After one more kiss on your temple and a little chuckle, he just can't help but accept. “It’s all yours, baby.”
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#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington blurb#steve harrington one shot#steve harrington drabble#steve harrington headcanon#steve harrington fic#steve harrington fanfic
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Liveblogging Dracula Daily - May 3
So... apparently today is a tumblr holiday considering how much this particular tag is skyrocketing to trending, so I decided to subscribe to Dracula Daily and experience the story for the first time this way.
Yeah, I've never read Dracula, and basically all I know about it is vampires and Transylvania (spelling?) and that MatPat went viral for a... chair scene I probably don't need to go into detail about (only because I'm sure the venn diagram of people who read DD and people who follow MatPat already know about it).
So... enjoy this girl's first look into this 127-year-old book. First entry, let's go!
First off, I don't think I'll be able to read this without picturing MatPat as Jonathan so that is just going to stick around. Late trains are a plague on the world, one time my dad and I were up until about 3 in the morning waiting for a layover train in Chicago. Fun times.
OK one thing I do know about this is that there's a weird amount of recipe-tracking and apparently paprika so just for funsies I'm gonna keep a count of both. Recipe count: 1 (chicken w/ red pepper) ; Paprika: 1 (name of chicken).
Ooh, the British Museum! *insert joke about stolen artifacts here* Yeah, big brain moment to actually look into the country you're traveling to. I feel like that's something I would fail to do tbh.
I should probably keep track of all this. Carpathian mountains contain Transylvania, Moldavia, Bukovina. And the castle isn't on any maps which nowadays would probably be suspicious but I guess back in 1897 it wouldn't have turned so many heads. Oh this next section is all geography isn't it
Ok. Saxons and Wallachs in the South, and Wallachs are descended from Dacians. Magyars in the West, and Szekelys in East and North. ...no disrespect to any of these groups if they're real (I'm not sure) but these names look a bit like someone trying to scoot around the rules with a word in scrabble. Oh and apparently the Szekelys are descended from the Huns (Let's get down to business!!!). And all of the superstitions in the world are written down in one place in these mountains? Logistics?
"I did not sleep well, though my bed was comfortable enough" literally me every night this past week. Might be time to go back on the melatonin. Paprika count: 2 (cause of weird dreams? Can paprika give you weird dreams? *google* doesn't look like it) Ohhhh the paprika made him thirsty so he was up all night drinking water. That makes more sense.
Oh my god Paprika count: 3. Part of his breakfast. Incidentally, Recipe count: 2 (corn flour porridge and eggplant stuffed with... whatever forcemeat is. Mixture of meat and vegetables. Okay then) Ha! And again with the late trains. It really sucks when you do so much to be on time for something and then the something decides to make itself late.
Well now I wanna see this scenery out the train cause it's described super pretty. Alright these are some very interesting-looking outfits being described here. Cowboy hats? Were those even a thing when this book came out? I mean obviously yes they were if they're in this but like... what.
OK Bistritz is the town near the castle, yes? And apparently this town has been through some stuff. 13,000 death count, yikes!
I love how this guy is so happy his hotel is old-fashioned. Like that's such a definite eager history nerd moment. I can see why tumblr likes this guy.
Well that letter is a lot more friendly than I'm aware this turns out. I guess I'll see how it turns batshit crazy in the next couple days? I don't actually know how this story is really paced, but hopefully the next update happens tomorrow cause I really like this.
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Hermittober Day 12: Fool
what came before:
day 1: frost - day 2: time - day 3: fortune - day 4: bound - day 5: sand - day 6: bread - day 7: fall - day 8: blossom - day 9: betrayal - day 10: sacrifice - day 11: burst
look I had An Idea about the ravager costume prank and this is where it lead me.
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"Hey! Hey! That's- no! Too many!"
Bdubs ran across the River of Souls as he saw yet another ravager start chasing him. He wasn't really thinking about where he was going, but he ended up running to the berry bush under the bridge in the TNT room, because at least he would be safe there.
He ate a couple of berries and took a moment to think about what he'd just been through. "So. Wait. Hang on. There were-" He closed his eyes as he retraced his steps. "One by the entrance, another two in the circle room, then another came from- that- that's four! Four ravagers! Tango! That's too many!"
A ravager's growl from above alerted him to yet another ravager nearby but he couldn't see it. He snuck down and around, keeping under the bridge until he climbed back up to the upper level where he could now see the ravager coming up the path from the dripstone, charging straight for him.
"No! Five! Five ravagers!" was all Bdubs managed to get out before sprinted away, turning down another corridor, where another ravager peeked out from around the corner. "Six! Tango! Tango! No! That's too many!"
Bdubs didn't really stop and think, though. He ran. He simply ran into the crypt to go hide in a corner, hopefully away from more ravagers.
"Wait. Wait. Hang on. If there's five though. Doesn't this mean that- Where's the ravagers up here?" Bdubs said, suddenly remembering where the ravagers should be.
He snuck down towards the throne room, peering in to see a ravager there too.
"Alright. Alright. Seven. Okay. That- ahaha, yeah, that seems like a lot. But it's not like they're all in one spot, right?"
He wasn't entirely reassured by this but pressed on nonetheless. He just needed to find a key and then he'd run down to the caves and see if there were fewer ravagers there.
"Gonna be a bitch getting back through here though, that's for sure," Bdubs muttered as he searched in the lava room for a key and picked up only a coin and some more berries instead.
As he went to peek around the corner and see about getting to the key room, he saw another ravager (or was it the same one?) charge straight at him. In his panic, Bdubs cornered himself in the lava room. But instead of death, as he tried to make the parkour leap onto the lantern, there was something that felt more like a headbutt or a punch and a voice saying 'boo!'
"Tango! Gah!"
Bdubs stumbled, lost his footing, shoved the ravager away, and ran. Straight into the path of another ravager. rip Bdubs. Well, it was a shit run anyway.
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"Hey, what's so funny?" Bdubs said as he grabbed his things and brough the game to an end. "You finding my deaths so funny, are you, Tango?"
Tango's giggling turned a little more into a laugh. "Hey, you're the one who ran into a ravager! Oh, it was so funny! You didn't even see the other one who actually hit you!"
"Yeah, yeah, whatever, I'm glad you're entertained by it anyway," Bdubs said as he grabbed his deck and opened the door to leave.
"Always, Bdubs!" Tango said.
Bdubs scowled. "Well, if there hadn't been like nine thousand ravagers in there, maybe I'd have done better!"
"Oh, were there a few more ravagers in there, hey? Oh, that's interesting, I must have lost count as I was adding more to replace the ones who'd died," Tango said, as seriously as he was able to.
"Hey! Shut up! You try running in there with that many ravagers! I'm sure you'd die just like I did!" Bdubs said.
"Oh, sure! But that's also because I'm just bad at my own game. Are you sure there were extra ravagers in there, though? Because I'm sure there were only five last time I counted. Seriously. There should be only five," Tango said.
"Well, now I don't know anymore! Maybe I counted 'em wrong. Saw two when there was only one. Also, hey. Hey! You were- hey! You shoved me in that lava room, didn't you? Were you trying to trick me?" Bdubs said, realisation dawning on him as he remembered what had happened.
"Oh, you finally worked it out, hey? Well done, Bdubs! I though the 'boo!' might have given it away sooner but it seems not! You were too busy panicking!" Tango said.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever." Bdubs shoved him with his shoulder, though he was more mad at himself for not figuring it out than mad at Tango for pulling a prank on him.
"Hey, look, I'll refund that one, alright? Failed run, there was a troll in the dungeon. You wanna see how I did it, though? I think you'll enjoy it," Tango said.
"Oh, sure, yeah! Like, you looked like the real thing! I didn't even notice!" Bdubs said.
"Well, then, Bdubs, follow me up to the roof, where no one can see us," Tango said.
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The ravager costume comprised of a mask, and a cloak, which didn't seem to be enough to Bdubs? But he trusted Tango, and got down on his hands and knees when Tango asked, and that- well. That's when the magic happened.
At least, he thought it must have been magic. How else would his body suddenly- change? Not that he was- well. Did he change? Or did his brain just change into a ravager? He wasn't sure. But his body sure moved like one. He saw Tango in front of him and wanted to both smash him and also obey him, and he wasn't sure which one at that point in time. He growled instead, and Tango laughed.
"Good boy! See? You're no different to all the other ravagers down there. I think you'll be a fine addition to the caves. We're due another down there anyway. And I think I'm going to call you… Blind Man's Bluff, because you absolutely never saw this coming," Tango said.
Bdubs wasn't sure what to do. How to react. He stamped his feet. Wanted to headbutt Tango, but something seemed to be stopping him from doing so. Growled. Went to bite him but Tango grasped his jaws with his hands and firmly closed his mouth.
"None of that, thank you! You do not attack your Dungeon Master!" Tango said.
Bdubs tried to wrestle free but Tango let him go and his words seemed to leave him paralysed. Tango wrapped something around his neck. Something heavy. A collar maybe? He didn't know. Just knew that he was suddenly Very Hungry, and all he cared to eat was whichever Hermit was silly enough to get in his path.
"Good boy, good boy. Now, you behave yourself as I take you down to the caves, alright? And if you die down there, well. That's on you, really. Go and eat all the Hermits for me, that's a good ravager," Tango said, rubbing his snout gently.
Bdubs definitely would. He'd eat so many Hermits they'd never catch him!
#hermitcraft#fanfic#hermittober#decked out 2#bdoubleo100#tangotek#transformation#masks and costumes#tango's ravager prank#bc the dungeon always needs more ravagers amirite?#hermitfic
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