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cuubism · 2 years

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some (semi)crack-treated-seriously for @magnusbae, featuring Hob (accidentally) rescuing Dream, the awkwardness of summoning your naked crush into your living room, and Hob being absolutely ride or die and ready to kill people at a moment's notice

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It was pure luck that brought Hob to the antiquities sale. Later, he would wonder if perhaps Fortune herself was also an entity, and had been looking out for the Dreams which so often brought her to fruition.

Hob found the poster for the thing by chance when he stumbled over a curb on his way home and nearly faceplanted into a lamppost. And it was similarly by chance that Hob was available that night. By chance, it was not far from his home. So many moments of happenstance stacking up into a bit of luck he’d be grateful for for the rest of his life.

Hob was always interested in any supposed magical artifacts. He knew that magic of some kind existed – no matter that his Stranger refused to tell him anything about himself, Hob was well-aware that he was not human and held powers of some kind – but it could be hard to discern real from fake. Hence, his habit of attending whatever strange auctions might pop up – more for curiosity’s sake than for the need to buy anything.

This sale was different.

This sale had something Hob recognized.

He froze in front of the display case, grip going tight around his glass of wine. Behind the glass panels of the case, a familiar ruby pendant glimmered. It caught the light strangely, reflecting prismatic bursts of rainbow in obliquely wrong directions, and that alone would have immediately alerted Hob to its not being a normal ruby even if he hadn’t been intimately familiar with its proper owner.

Where the hell was his Stranger?

Hob had only seen the man—being—six times, and therefore couldn’t make a wholesale judgment that he never went anywhere without the ruby, but he knew for sure the Stranger wouldn’t have let it wind up here, about to be delivered into the hands of any asshole with enough money.

So where was he?

Disturbed, Hob returned to his seat, waiting for the sale to start. He was tempted to simply break the glass and take the gem, but getting arrested wasn’t particularly on his list of fun things to do on a night out. So he’d have to do things the legal way.

One benefit of being extremely old: Hob had a lot of money to throw around. And while something in him rankled at having to buy something that was clearly stolen from his friend, he had bigger concerns.

Concerns that rattled around his mind as he walked home, ruby tucked safely in his pocket. Concerns whose screaming rose to a fever pitch as he sat down at his kitchen table, looking at his Stranger’s gem under the lemony kitchen lights.

It felt warm in his hands, the cut edges of the gemstone surprisingly smooth. The crimson at the heart of the jewel’s many faces was full-bodied as an old wine and deep as the sea; easy to get lost in.

Hob tore his attention away, looking instead at the empty apartment. The pendant chain pressed into his hands as he held it tighter, the jewel growing ever-warmer between his palms.

“Where are you, Stranger?” he murmured to himself. Hob had no way to contact him, and there were forty years yet before they were meant to meet – if his Stranger even decided to show up. “I hope you’re alright; I hope this”—he squeezed the gem—“doesn’t mean something horrible’s happened.”

He sighed. “If only you were here.”

The room shifted around him, like Hob had taken two steps backward in time and changed direction. Hob might not have even noticed if he hadn’t been staring absently in the direction of the living room at the precise moment that his Stranger appeared on the couch.

Hob jumped so high he banged his knee on the underside of the table. His Stranger seemed equally baffled, looking at his own hands, touching the fabric of the couch as if unsure it was real, then finally looking up at Hob with wide eyes.

Hob stared back at him, breath quickening. Somehow—he could only assume—the magic ruby had fulfilled his wish and summoned his Stranger here, but why was he naked? Oh God, this was Hob’s fault for having one too many… uh… dreams—

“Hob Gadling,” murmured his Stranger, voice hoarse but with wonder in it. “You have rescued me.”

“How?” This was all a lot to take in, but Hob went over to him anyway, pulling a blanket from the back of the couch and wrapping it around his bare shoulders. It was unnerving to see him so… unrefined. Disheveled. Hair a mess and body unprotected. “Wait, rescued from what?”

His Stranger’s gaze zeroed in on the ruby, still lying on the kitchen table. Hob wondered if he might be angry, but he just tilted his head in curiosity. “Now, just where did you come across that?”

“Um.” Hob forcibly tore his attention from the narrow line of his Stranger’s neck and shoulders – had he always been that thin under all those fine clothes? Had he eaten at all recently? Rescued from where? – and back to the gemstone. “Bought it. Just a few hours ago. No idea where it was before that. Knew it was yours, though. But no way to get it back to you.” Shit, he was rambling.

“And you used its power to summon me.”

Hob rubbed at the back of his neck. “That… wasn’t intentional. Though, I mean, probably would’ve been if I’d known you needed summoning.”

His Stranger stood, walking on wobbling legs – again, Hob wondered with deepening concern, rescued from where – blanket wrapped around him like a cape, to pick up the ruby from the table. A shudder ran through him as soon as he touched it and he seemed to stand straighter, taller. “How did you use it?”

“Just— just wished you were here so I could make sure nothing horrible had happened.”

His Stranger’s mouth tipped up into that tiny, fond smile Hob had seen so rarely but missed so dearly. “So you could make sure nothing horrible had happened?”

“Hey, you yourself just said you were rescued. Was I wrong?”

“No.” His voice was resigned now. He turned back to Hob, still holding the ruby. It looked far more fitting in his elegant hands than in Hob’s. “You have pulled me from an unjust imprisonment, and recovered one of my tools. I owe you a great debt.”

“You owe me nothing, friend.” Hob cringed internally as the word slipped out, but his Stranger didn’t deny him this time. “I would do it again. Though I’m still not entirely sure what I did.”

His Stranger sat down at the kitchen table. He must have been exhausted, mustn’t he? Who knew how long he’d been imprisoned. God.

Feeling restless at the thought, Hob busied himself making tea, as his Stranger explained, “The ruby contains some of my power. In the hands of humans, it can… bend certain happenings. I am grateful it was not in your possession for longer; it has the tendency to drive men mad.”

Great, Hob thought, of course it does. Kind of like you, my friend. Not that Hob had ever claimed not to be mad, from the start. “Does it usually summon whole beings, though?”

“No. It is curious… I will have to explore this more at a later time.”

Hob placed two cups of tea on the table, nudging one towards his stranger until he, reluctantly, took it. Though as soon as his skin touched the warm ceramic, he wrapped his fingers tightly around it.

“Are you alright though, my friend?” Hob asked, sipping on his own tea. He kept his tone low, casual, gentle, anything not to scare him off. But could he be scared off? Could he actually do whatever sort of quick, magical departure he usually did to disappear before Hob could possibly follow him out of the White Horse? The thought that he might not have the power for it made Hob a little sick to his stomach. “I don’t know the circumstances of this… imprisonment… but I would like to know if you’re alright.”

“I am… alright,” said his Stranger, in a tone Hob did not believe whatsoever, “but I am yet to be truly free. Your use of the ruby sprung me from Burgess’s glass prison, and restored some of my powers, but the binding circle remains intact. Without breaking it, I am bound here.”

Hob gripped his mug so hard it started to burn his fingers. Fuck whoever this Burgess guy was. And he knew, just knew, that his Stranger was downplaying by several orders of magnitude how awful it had been. What gave this guy the gall to capture a being like his Stranger, a being so beyond their mortal plane?

A being so… exquisite. So independent. So free.

“So you have to head back to break it, is what you’re saying?” Hob asked, shaking himself.

“Yes.”

“Well, alright, then,” said Hob, taking a fortifying gulp of his tea. “Then I’m coming with you.”

His Stranger looked—to the extent he ever made such an expression—alarmed. “No.”

“Yes. I’m not letting you walk back into a place you were imprisoned with no backup.” Hob crossed his arms. “As you may know, I’m a fair hand with all manner of weaponry.”

The stubbornness settling on his Stranger’s face ceded into amusement. “I am sure.”

“So that’s settled, then.”

His Stranger didn’t protest again. Hob wondered when the last time was that anybody had tried to help him. How long had he been in there?

“If you come along, you may not like what you see,” cautioned his Stranger.

“Are you saying you’re going to wreak horrible vengeance on them? Cause yeah, I’d hope so. You better save one for me, though.”

Again, his Stranger looked startled, but Hob just grinned.

“So, are we going now, or do you want a fortifying supper first?”

His Stranger was starting to look as whiplashed as Hob had felt when he’d suddenly appeared. “You would… feed me… supper?”

“Can��t go around killing people on an empty stomach.” Besides, Hob thought, more tenderly, you look like you need some care.

But his Stranger shook his head, coming back to himself. “We must not tarry. I do not know how my realm has fared in my absence.”

“We’ll grab a meal later, then,” Hob said easily, and was rewarded with a tiny nod and smile.

He stood, and offered his Stranger a hand up. Their gazes met, and Hob caught a glimpse of that same wonder he’d seen briefly before, when his friend had just been summoned. Confusion and hope at having a hand held out to him. Hob just smiled at him in return.

After a moment, the Stranger took Hob’s hand, pulling himself to his feet with a strength Hob hadn’t expected after such an imprisonment. He clasped the ruby pendant around his neck, and it lay gleaming against his bare sternum. Hob suddenly had to look away.

“We should, ah.” He had to pause to cough, and could just see his Stranger smirking out of the corner of his eye, the devil. “We should probably get you some trousers first.”

#the sandman #dreamling #dream of the endless #hob gadling #my writing #listen magnusbae and i have a lot of insane crack headcanons and this is nowhere NEAR the worst #not even close

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candy69gurl · 20 days

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i was thinking a jjk req.

the reader is shy and kind but one day as they were pushed towards his limits and saw Yuji hurt,they lost it so they true power pops outs,they become more derangered,crazy,bloodthirtsy as they slash the head off of the enemy and did a mass genocide of their opponent and they laughed isterically covered in blood with a toothy sharp smile like this?

and they basycally become more fast and stronger

(idk this is more based on my jjk sona but...i hope its okay?)

Unstoppable

Yuji Itadori x gn!reader

Warnings- mentions of violence (fight with curse)

wc- 1.5k

Tags- @sweetchildcloud @rabbidbunwy

Your concerns prove to be prophetic. The Special Grade Cursed Spirit regroups, reemerging with renewed vigor. This time, it's bearing an even darker countenance, lunging with a vengeance. Unable to react in time, Yuji gets knocked unconscious by its unrelenting onslaught.

Helplessness floods you as you watch Yuji collapse under the Cursed Spirit's brutal attack. Fear gives way to determination, driving you to action.

You could vaguely hear their conversations as they passed by. They spoke of all sorts of things—the current status of the curse and how the first semester of school was going for them. Nothing overly interesting, but nothing to complain about either.

However, someone caught up to you quickly and walked along with you.

“Hey.”

You looked over to see a tall guy with strawberry blonde hair walking alongside you.

“Hi,” you mumbled, feeling your cheeks flush slightly at his sudden appearance.

“I heard you’re the new kid on campus—Y/N, right?” Yuji asked, smiling warmly as he walked beside you.

“Yeah,” you confirmed, still not used to hearing yourself admit such a thing out loud.

“Well, don’t worry too much. You’re among friends here,” he continued with a reassuring grin. "I'm Yuji Itadori, by the way. And we're in the same class, so we'll be seeing a lot of each other. You can come to me if you ever need help or just want to chat, alright?"

Yuji's hand brushed against yours briefly, giving it a gentle squeeze before letting go. He had a friendly demeanour that put you at ease, making it hard to ignore the butterflies in your stomach. Your cheeks felt warmed once again, and you found it difficult to meet his gaze. You managed to muster a forced smile in response.

"Thanks, Yuji... I really appreciate that. I'm still getting used to all of this." You gestured towards the school, trying to hide your nerves behind a polite facade.

As the weeks went by, you and Yuji grew increasingly comfortable with each other. The once-strained atmosphere transformed into an environment of easy camaraderie and mutual understanding. Sharing laughter, tears, joys, and fears, you began to feel a bond unlike any other.

Today, after a particularly grueling training session, you were hanging out with Yuji. The city lights flickered below, casting a prismatic glow upon both of you.

"You know…" Yuji started softly, shifting to turn onto his side to face you

"We're getting pretty close now, huh?" He asked, his eyes reflecting the twinkle of stars overhead.

"Yeah..." Your fingers hesitated before seeking out his hand and intertwining your fingers with his. "It feels like...we're unstoppable together, you know?" You whispered, glancing at Yuji's hand that now rested securely in yours. The warmth from his touch made its way up your arm, spreading throughout your entire body.

"Unstoppable," he repeated thoughtfully, tilting his head slightly.

"I like that," Yuji murmured, leaning closer to you, "you know Y/N, I don't want to lose you. Never"

You looked at his eyes, his eyes sparkled with love, "I don't want to lose you either"

"Y/N, I promise I will always protect you", he moved a strand of your hair from your face. Your lips were mere inches apart when the sweet moment between you and Yuji was abruptly interrupted by a blood-curdling scream echoing through the night air. You exchanged panicked glances before springing into action, charging towards the source of the piercing sound.

Upon reaching the location of the scream, you and Yuji found a small child, who was in the verge of death. A special grade cursed spirit, with its twisted, tendril-like limbs writhed about, wrapping the child.

Terror overwhelmed you as you beheld the horrific sight. The little child, trapped within the sinister, grasping tendrils of the Special Grade Cursed Spirit. As you retreated, fear etched every line of your features, tears streaming down your cheeks.

The sheer magnitude of the threat hit you like a ton of bricks. This was your first encounter with a Cursed Spirit - no amount of education or training could've prepared you for the raw horror of it. Tears streamed freely down your face as fear seized your heart.

Yuji, however, remained stoic, his gaze fixed firmly on the terrifying beast before him.

"Stay back!" Yuji barked, already preparing to engage the monster. He activated his cursed technique, and his eyes gleamed with determination as he lunged forward. His fists connected with the massive creature, sending shock waves through its form. The child managed to escape it's grip, running away from the area as soon as he could, crying for his mom.

From a safe distance, you watched in terror as Yuji fought valiantly against the monstrous curse. His fists lashed out with incredible speed and power, cracking the ground beneath him. Yet, the creature seemed unfazed by his assault.

Despite your overwhelming fear, you wished desperately to assist Yuji. You knew that standing idle while he risked his life would be irresponsible. However, paralyzing dread gripped your body, holding you back. Sweat dripped down his forehead as he continued to strike the massive entity.

In the midst of the battlefield, the air shimmered with the intensity of Yuji's battle against the colossal Cursed Spirit. Each punch sent tremors rippling through the earth as he tirelessly sought to free the trapped child. His cursed technique radiated power, painting the air with a blue aura.

Against this relentless onslaught, the creature's form quivered, yet it did not falter completely.

The air around Yuji grew thick with anticipation as he readied his ultimate move. With a swift motion, he darted forward in a blur, utilizing his Black Flash technique.

His movements became a blur, leaving streaks of distorted air in his wake. The Cursed Spirit was caught off guard, struggling to keep up with his rapid attacks. Witnessing this display left you in awe, even amidst the terror.

For a brief moment, hope sparked in your heart. Just as Yuji landed a devastating blow, the enemy's remaining tendrils recoiled, vanishing into the shadows. The freed child lay unconscious on the ground, narrowly escaping death.

Your heart pounded wildly in relief as Yuji staggered back, panting heavily from the exertion. He collapsed onto one knee, a mixture of satisfaction and exhaustion etching his features.

"Are you okay?" you asked him.

"I'm fine," Yuji managed, forcing a brave smile despite the strain evident in his voice. But the curse's swift strike left him comatose.

Closing your eyes tightly, you summon the courage to fight. Drawing from the lessons learned at Jujutsu High, you focused on the curse, attempting to channel your powers to aid Yuji.

The newfound resolve surges through your veins, pushing away the fear that have previously paralyzed you. With a deep breath, you focus intently on the Cursed Spirit, determine to aid Yuji.

As the enemy draws near, your cursed energy ignites, it surges into your katana. The demonic essence within you seethes, fueling a thirst for destruction. Like a frenzied predator, you unleash your power upon the Cursed Spirit. Your once-friendly features contorts into a ghastly, bloodthirsty visage as you swing your weapon, decapitating it with a single stroke.

Blood dripping from your teeth, staining your smile crimson as you laugh maniacally. "That's what you get bad for attacking innocent people," you cackle maniacally, showering the area with gore as you continue your rampage. Your laughter echoes eerily through the silent night, punctuated by the sickening crunch of each blow.

Finally, exhausted, you collapse to the ground, panting heavily. Purple Blood paints your hands and clothes, creating a gruesome tableau. Your laughter subsides, replaced by heavy breathing as the adrenaline begins to wear off. A wave of guilt and horror sweeps over you, washing away the madness. Your eyes lock with Yuji's unconscious form on the ground, and remorse floods your heart.

"Y-Yuji…" you manage, reaching out tentatively to touch his chest, checking for any signs of life.

Thankfully, Yuji stirrs slightly, his eyelids fluttering weakly. Relief washes over you as you realized he was still alive.

"Y-Yuji!" You cry out, squeezing his hand gently. "I'm sorry... I didn't mean to do that... But we couldn't let those monsters hurt you again..."

He opens his eyes slowly, gazing at you with confusion and concern.

"Y/N..."

Relief floods Yuji's expression as he recognizes your efforts to save him. Gratefulness wells up within him, culminating in a tender smile.

"You...you saved me..." He murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper. His eyes turn teary, "Sorry I couldn't protect you."

"No," you shake your head, wiping away a stray tear, "it's part of the job... protecting each other."

He pulls you close, and as he does, you feel a warmth spreading from your core outwards.

"Thank you..." Yuji whispers, his lips brushing against yours in an intimate gesture filled with gratitude and affection.

The kiss deepens, fervent yet gentle. The lingering scent of battle hangs heavy in the air, but it only serves to heighten the intensity of the moment. Passionate, yet gentle, Yuji's kiss leaves you breathless. In this embrace, all outside stimuli fades away, leaving only you two.

Drawing back slightly, Yuji gazes lovingly into your eyes. "You're amazing, Y/N," his voice is husky, laced with emotion.

"Thank you, Yuji," you respond, "I am nothing without your support"

"Together we are unstoppable, Y/N", his forehead touching yours. The moonlight cast a soft glow upon your faces as you share a loving look, your hearts beating in unison.

"Always by your side, Y/N," Yuji promises fervently, leaning in for another tender kiss.

This time, the kiss is slow and deliberate, filled with love and appreciation. It lingers, fueled by the strength of your bond. When he finally breaks away, he smiles softly.

"We're going to be the strongest duo".

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soapymansuds · 7 months

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OKOKOK, I just saw a Reel that gave me this idea and it’s rotting me from the inside out so I’m giving this to you. You’re welcome ig?

Tags!!!! SWF, Ghost, Soap,Price, Gaz, Male Reader, Motorcyclist Reader, The circus??, Use of Y/N, He/Him pronouns, Spelling errors, Grammar errors, was written in the middle of the night, Author is still getting used to Tumblr formatting please be gentle with him, OOC

It had been a long few months. Between missions, paperwork, and training, the team barely had time to rest. So seeing as the latest pile of papers was dissipating and nothing particularly interesting seemed to be happening, Captain had an idea.

“You’re kidding, right?” Ghost chides from his seat in the commons with a disapproving tilt of his head.

“No, no I am not. We’re going to the circus.” Price grins, arms wide as if attempting to force the boys to accept the idea. “C’mon, we’ve been working so hard, we deserve a quick break, and this seems like the perfect opportunity. Nothing takes your mind off things like overpriced beer and overly fried foods.”

“Well I for one, m’excited! I havnae been to the circus since I was a tot.” Soap claps, standing to join his captain in rousing the troops. His first order being to clap Gaz on the shoulder in encouragement. He shakes his head with a chuckle but stands with them anyway sighing, “Hell, why not.”

They all stare expectantly at Ghost, who pinches the bridge of his nose with a shake of his head before standing up with a groan. “Fine.”

“Alright.” Price claps his hands in front of himself. “Let’s get going then.” He grins, squeezing Ghost’s shoulder appreciatively.

~time skip~

As they finish parking and piling out of the Jeep, Gaz takes a moment to acknowledge the obvious. “More of an arena than a tent, dontcha think?”

“More airflow I s’pose.” Soap shrugs, slinging an arm over Ghost’s shoulder as they find the entrance.

Once inside, the stench of grease and children floods their noses, but Gaz seems to be the only one fazed, with a gentle shake of his head as if he could shoo the smell away.

“Right, well I’m off to find the booze. Have fun lads.” Price grins, tipping his hat as he wanders off. Gaz is next as he spots the rows of carnival games, walking off silently towards the sharp shooter game.

“So what catches your eye L.T.?” Soap nudges Ghost, who seems uninterested in anything really. He shrugs as they keep walking, searching for something to stare at until he’s allowed to leave. The hum of a motor catches his attention as they near a crowd circled around a fence. The closer they get, the more they can see. A ramp, a hoop, a big metal ball, and a motorcycle. But to their surprise, the motorcycle seems to be driving itself, nearly hitting the ground and it spins in circles on its side. The bike is pearly white, prismatic reflections dancing in the sunlight as it moves.

“Oh! A trick rider! Always wanted to be one when I was young.” Soap pulls Ghost closer to the rail to get a better view. As they approach, they notice the rider. A man a bit shorter than the two, fully covered in red and black leather gear with a matte black helmet. His visor is golden and stretches oddly to his chin unlike a normal helmet. ( https://images.app.goo.gl/UKZg4c2wA4JpYGkt9 for reference)

He raises his arms at the applause, and despite not seeing his face, you can tell he’s smiling. Suddenly, the bike changes course, bumping off a ramp and steadying itself upright. It points straight at the rider and keeps moving like it’s going to hit him. He doesn’t seem to notice and the crowd erupts, desperate to warn him of the danger. As they start screaming, he looks over his shoulder, and within inches of his life, he grabs the bike by the handles. He bounces into the air, standing upside down above the handles. The crowd cheers louder still as he spins the bike around, and falls beautifully into the seat. He skids to a stop mere inches from the boundary. Mere inches from where Soap and Ghost stand. Soap’s grin, wide and dopey, seems to draw him in.

He takes a moment to size them up before nodding, seemingly to himself, and waving them in. Beckoning them past the border and towards himself as he turns the bike back towards the center of the ring. They stand for a moment, unsure what to do before he nods his head inward once more and they hop the steel rail.

He takes a moment as they enter to hype the crowd for their arrival as if they were planning to be their from the beginning. He then leases them to the huge metal ball, swerving in front of them to drop the ramp and ride in. They stand outside the dome, but Soap’s smile never falters. Even as the rider waves them into the sphere.

As they get in, the rider drops his kickstand and hops off the bike, both to close the door and to talk to his new “assistants”

He lifts his visor just barely as he turns back to them. “Alrighty boys! Welcome to the Doom Dome!” He raises his arms and the crowd follows with avid cheering. “There are a couple of rules, and most of them are Do. Not. Move. Got it?” He grins and it’s just barely noticeable under his visor.

“Sir, yes Sir.” Soap laughs with a goofy salute. Ghost simply nods. The rider tilts his head at him with a floppy smirk, trying to decide if he’s unamused or just the quiet type.

“Words, Big Boy. I gotta know you’re hearing me.” He extends a hand, an attempt at breaking the tension. “I’m Y/N. And you are…?”

Ghost seems vaguely taken aback by the statement, but shakes his hand on instinct, mumbling out “Ghost.”

“Ghost!” The rider calls at the crowd and the scream in excitement. “Anddd…?” He reaches for the other man’s hand, who takes it, grinning like an idiot. “Call me Johnny.”

“Johnny!” The crowd roars again. “Alright boys, I need you back to back. Can I put my hands on yah for a sec?” He hold his arms up just barely before both men nod at him. “What did I say about using your words?” He juts his hip dramatically, crossing his arms with a giggle. Both men respond “Yes sir.” quicker than even they had expected.

“Atta boys!” He grins, placing a hand on both of their chests and maneuvering them to be back to back. Once he’s satisfied with their position, he swing a leg back over his bike. “Now don’t move. Kay?” He gives them a thumbs up, which they return, and he slaps his visor down. He swings his arms up to instigate the crowd, successfully causing them to starts screaming. Ghost notices for a moment that the crowd has nearly doubled since they left it, and he finds himself grateful to be in here not out there. But the though doesn’t last long as a tire is suddenly directly in his view. It spins wildly for a moment before disappearing as quickly as it had appeared. He feels the wind as the bike loops around him, adrenaline playing with his nerves just slightly. He can feel the excitement radiating off Soap in waves, and as he turns over his shoulder, he’s sees the exact wide eyed slack jawed look he was expecting. Soaps eyes trace the biker’s every move like a dog following a treat and Ghost can’t help but chuckle. As he turns back to facing forward, he flinched back just barely, as a hand reaches off the bikes handle and reaches down to tap his nose lightly as he passes. He follows the hand as it reaches out for Soap, ruffling his Mohawk as he circles.

His hand lifts back up to the bike as he begins looping vertically. The motor roars in both their ears as the bike does loop after gravity defying loop and Ghost can feel himself grin at the dizzying sensation of it all.

As the bike slows down, eventually stopping in the same place it started, the crowd goes wild. He drops the kick stand again and opens the door of the dome, waving for Ghost and Johnny to follow him. They do as instructed and he leads them to halfway between the crowd and the dome. As he stops, he fidgets with the underside of his helmet before sliding it off completely.

Soap can’t help but stare at him, hair tussled from the helmet, smile stretched ear to ear as he takes both their hands in each of his and raises them to the crowd. As if declaring them victorious. They defeated the Doom Dome. The crowd continues to scream as he lowers both their arms and steps forward to thank them. Soap looks ver the smaller man to Ghost, who shares an understanding look. This guy was down right pretty and neither one knew what to do about it. But as the crowd dies down and wanders off, he turns back to them, grin as wide as ever.

“Y’all did great!” He laughs, picking up his helmet. “You ever done that before?” I tilts his head curiously and the boys can’t help but think he looks like a puppy. All dopey grinned and doe eyed.

Soap answers first. “Na, we’ve never been in a Doom Done before, but it’s been my dream since I was a wee tyke! Wanted to be jus like you when I grew up.” He laughs, ruffling his hair a touch.

“Woah! Y’all ain’t from around here, are yah? Is that Scottish I’m hearing?” His eyes grow impossibly bigger.

This time, Ghost speaks. “Yeah, we’re just visiting.” And Y/N’s head tilts towards him.

“Oh! Well it was real nice of y’all to stop by our little circus!” His eyes close appreciatively. “Hey, I tell you what. You boys seem nice. And you said you wanted to be a rider when you were a kid, yeah? Here. Have my number, in case y’all ever wanna learn to ride! I got a couple o’ old practice bikes in storage. I’m sure they’d be happy see some use!” He pats himself down a moment, before pulling out a pair of business cards and holding them out to each of them.

Soap takes it gladly, and while Ghost is vaguely more apprehensive, he takes it anyway was Soap beams at the card. “I think I’ll have to take you up on that!”

“Please do! I’ve got to skedaddle, but it was real nice meeting you boys! Come back any time, Kay?” He waves as he wanders back to his bike and walks it out of the arena.

~I don’t know how to end this, so this is it. Xoxo, K.O.~

#ghost mw2 #soap mw2 #ghost x male reader #soap x male reader #cod modern warfare #cod fanfic #cod x male reader

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mochie85 · 1 year

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Desire

One-Shots Masterlist Complete Masterlist

Summary: This is the prequel to Pheromones. You and Loki were sent to gather intel on a new drug that's being manufactured in Madripoor. Pairing: Loki x Female Reader Word Count: Over 4K Warnings: One-bed trope. Fake Marriage trope. This has hard fluff. There are no actual acts but there are steamy moments. Dividers: @firefly-graphics

It really shouldn’t have surprised you. A classic setting in the modern streets of Madripoor. A top-secret mission that only you have the skill set to accomplish. Getting to spend an obscene amount of forced private time with your long-time infatuation. It all seemed like a trademark recipe for a rom-com movie. So, of course, it shouldn’t have shocked you that there was only one bed.

Both you and Loki entered the bedroom suite to stare at the offending furniture only to drop your duffel bags down simultaneously.

“Well, darling, shall we?” he asked with a playful glint in his eyes.

“Shall we what?” You asked slightly hopeful. Slightly cautious.

“Set up, of course.” He said pragmatically. “What exactly are we here to witness?” Loki said moving towards the windows. He moved with the grace of a predator. He looked like one too, in his expensive dark suit, the top button loose on his white linen shirt.

He held the curtains back to watch the tall office building across the street. The nightclub on the top floor bursts with prismatic lights and shadows dancing to unheard music. You followed and stood behind him, watching the windows across the way.

It was a supposed front for the distribution and manufacturing of the latest drug to hit the States. You and Loki were posing as honeymooners. Rich, honeymooners looking for a good time that would remain discreet and classified to mummy and daddy’s open wallet.

“We should take turns if they want us to monitor them 24/7.” You posed. You started to take your strappy sandals off as well as the jewelry you had on. Loki could hear you start to undress and it took all his strength and poise as an honorable gentleman to not turn and watch you. But he was the god of mischief after all.

“I’ll take the first shift. Go ahead and sleep. It’s been a long day for you.” he said, still looking out the window, watching your reflection through the glass.

“Thank you.” You said quietly. “I’ll be…” you started.

“Don’t worry darling. I know where you are if I need you.” He smiled. He left you with a nod and a smirk as he closed the door to the lone bedroom not once having turned your way.

Feeling rejected that your brazenness wasn’t received, you spent an extra amount of time in the shower, only leaving after you imagined him deciding to join you. Hoisting you up against the smooth tile, his godly cock burying deep inside you as his grunts echoed in the open shower.

After finishing your nightly ritual, you lay there on the soft sheets, listening to what Loki might be doing outside in the living room. You fell asleep to his quiet shuffle across the floors. You felt safe knowing that he was out there watching guard as you drifted off. You weren’t sure, but you thought you could hear his deep voice humming a soothing lullaby.

You woke up to the sun glaring through your windows. You stretched and moaned feeling the spacious mattress you were sleeping on. I should probably remake the bed. Considering it’s the only bed in the entire suite and you and Loki would have to share it. You wouldn’t want him thinking you’re a slob.

Wandering into the living room, you were pleasantly surprised at the surveillance equipment Loki managed to set up on his own. Multiple monitors and a couple of keyboards were arranged at the lone table in the entire suite.

“Looks like you were busy.” You said clearing your throat.

“Good morning. Yes, I got bored and decided to tinker around a bit.”

“You didn’t need any help? You could’ve woken me up. I wouldn’t have minded.”

“No. You looked so peaceful. I couldn’t disturb you.”

“Oh. Thank you,” you said making you wonder when Loki came into the room last night.

You sauntered your way to the small galley kitchen and made yourself a cup of coffee. You hummed, taking the first sips as you sat next to him in front of the surveillance office he set up. He crossed his arms and sighed. Boredom dripped off his every pore. “Remind me again why I decided to join your merry bunch of misfits?”

“Because you look good kicking ass!” You blushed, offering the compliment as a joke. Loki turned to you with a smirk.

“I do make it look bewitching, don’t I?” he teased.

“Why don’t you go to bed? You’ve had a long night. I’ll take over.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. Go. Sleep.” You commanded. Loki rubbed his face and sighed as he got up weary from staying up all night. You watched him as he ran his fingers through his hair and worked the last of the buttons off on his shirt.

“You will wake me if…”

“Don’t worry, darling. I know where you are if I need you,” you said trying to mimic his accent, using his own words against him. Loki exhaled a puff of air as he smiled back at you.

After luxuriating in the hot shower, he readied himself for bed. He only realized when he stepped out that you had made the bed earlier. You fixed it to look like you hadn’t slept in it at all. Would it be peculiar if I slept in the same bed? It’s not as if she’ll be using it while I’m in here.

The thought of sharing a bed with you came unbidden into his mind. He looked at the mutual bed as he towel-dried his body off. Thoughts of taking you under him and whispering rude things in your ear made his abdominal muscles clench and blood rushed down to his straining cock.

Loki shook his head furiously as if he could shake the thoughts out of his head. He can’t think about you like that. Especially not right now. You were both on this mission and any distraction could mean the difference between a small cut or serious bodily harm.

Loki laid down on his stomach with a loud sigh. He wondered when he would ever have the courage to tell you of his feelings. He only volunteered on this mission because you would be away for almost a month and he couldn’t stand not seeing you for that extended amount of time.

Loki closed his eyes and relaxed into the soft mattress. She can kick me off if she has a problem with me sleeping here. A grin played on his lips, hoping very much that you would come into the bedroom.

Loki fell asleep to the smell of your floral shampoo on the pillow and the quiet movement of your feet outside the doors. Knowing that you were out there, essentially waiting for him, made him content and he fell into a deep slumber.

Loki woke to the sunset blaring down on his face, turning the bedroom into a bright orange hue. He opened the doors to the aroma of food wafting over to him. Having just woken up, he sauntered out into the living room with only his silk pajama bottoms. His hair was unruly and curled around his shoulders.

“Hi, sleepy head. You woke up just in time. I ordered takeout.” You said pointing to a paper bag on the dining table next to the kitchen. When you turned to address him, you nearly choked on your drink, leering at him as he came out of the lone bedroom.

He stifled his yawn, stretching his hands toward the ceiling. You took this time to follow the soft dark curls of his hair that trailed from his abs down to where his pajamas had ridden low past his sharp hip bones.

“Darling, are you all right? You look a little flush.” He asked as he made his way over to you. He tilted your chin up gently to look up into his eyes trying to make certain you didn’t become ill during the day.

“Yes. Uh-hum.” You nodded your head.

“Your blush suits you,” he whispered, causing your skin to burn at his touch and your face reddened even more. His scent overflooded your senses. If he didn’t move from you soon, you would take his fingers, which were caressing your face, into your mouth and show him exactly what you could do.

Just as you opened your mouth he looked over to the table and moved to the bag filled with food.

“Wonderful. I’m famished!” he said opening the bag and taking out the contents. “Anything to note on the building?” plating some noodles and chicken.

“Some sketchy trucks came by earlier.” You remarked, clearing your throat. “In half-hour increments for four hours. Not labeled. Non-descript. If we want a closer look, we might have to attend that nightclub up top,” you reported. Loki nodded as he handed you a plate of food.

“Thank you,” you whispered.

“My pleasure,” he answered. It was then that you got a good look at him. His eyes were two different shades of blue and green, like the ocean. His sharp nose and pointed chin framed his face so strongly that it made him look regal.

He twirled the noodles on his fork as he rested his feet on top of the coffee table, leaning back. He caught you staring at him midway between putting the fork in his mouth and was surprised. “What is it?” he asked.

“Nothing. I’ve never seen you so…relaxed before.” You smiled. “I kinda like it.” You turned away, looking out the window, hoping to hide your blush.

And so, it went on for three weeks. In the mornings, you would wake up to fresh coffee and sometimes a pastry. You were always surprised to note that your cup was ready for you. Made just the way you preferred, with two sugars and cream. You and Loki would relay all the happenings and everything he observed during the night. Then you would switch shifts.

Loki would go to sleep each morning, grateful for the fact that you made the bed, deeply inhaling your scent on the pillows as if you were sleeping right next to him. Then he would wake up in the afternoon to the smell of dinner. Sometimes takeout, sometimes cooked by your own hands. He appreciated those the most.

Until one afternoon, just one hour shy of Loki’s alarm going off, you woke him up.

“Loki. Loki wake up!” You shook his shoulder. Still half asleep, he grabbed your arm, turned you over his body, and pinned you down on top of the bed. His hands cuffing your wrists on top of your head.

Loki growled. His face was a mix of irritation and fatigue as his half-lidded eyes narrowed on you lying underneath him.

Your eyes were wide and dilated, trying to take in his proximity. The first purple hues of your blush started to appear, and Loki took a deep breath inhaling your warm floral scent.

“What are you doing here, pet?” he said hoarsely, his voice cracking. His hips pinned you down as his fingers tightened around your wrists.

“The v-vans stopped coming,” you stuttered as Loki continued to trail his nose down your neck, making you breathless and moan. “Expensive sports cars and dignitary vehicles were com-coming instead.” Your moans made him grind further into you. You could feel his hard shaft pressing against your already wet cunt, sending jolts of pleasure throughout your hips.

Your mind was gone. You couldn’t think straight as Loki grazed your jawline with his teeth. “There’s going to be a sale going on tonight and we need to be there.” You groaned out.

Loki’s eyes snapped to yours. His clear eyes furrowed with confusion as he took in your dazed ones under him. A sense of wakefulness finally caught up to him as he realized what he had just done.

“Why wake me now? Couldn’t this wait?” he whispered, more to himself than to you. Lifting himself off of you, he turned, lying next to you in bed.

“No. Steve just called. Said he wants us to pull out tomorrow morning. If we don’t get anything tonight, we would be going home with nothing to show for it,” you tried to sound professional. You tried to slow your breathing and contain your heartbeat within your chest.

“So, what do you propose we do?” he said as he let your aroma wash over him. He turned his head in your direction, and you turned in his. Your hair was caught in between you and the pillow, covering half your face with sultry allure.

“Let’s go to the club. We’re supposed to be a honeymoon-ing couple. We haven’t left the hotel room since we got here. People will think it’s suspicious.”

“I don’t think it’s suspicious for newlyweds to never leave their room.” He chuckled. You playfully hit his arm as a joke, and he caught your hands. He brought it up to cover his cheek as he turned his whole body to face you. “Is this really that important to you?” His thumb grazed the back of your hand, holding your touch in place.

You felt his smooth skin under your fingertips as they took on a life of their own and started twirling the locks of his hair. “I don’t want our hard work wasted for nothing, Loki. If we leave now we’ll have nothing to show for it.”

His face inched closer to yours on the bed. You looked so ethereal. Your warmth pulled him closer, enticing him to keep you there on the bed. “All right,” Loki whispered. “We’ll go. We’ll look around, see what we can find,” he whispered. The happiest grin showed on your face and warmed his heart. “But the moment you see something off, we leave. Do you understand? This was only supposed to be a recon mission.” He commanded and you nodded enthusiastically.

Shortly after, the both of you were getting dressed to attend the nightclub across the way. Loki had worn a dark navy suit with a light blue dress shirt. He had changed his appearance slightly, opting for short dirty-blonde hair and a slight stubble to adorn his face.

Once again, Loki was finding it hard to keep his eyes off you as you slid your dress onto your curvaceous frame. A low-cut, backless dress held together by a single knot on the back of your neck. He was watching you struggle through the reflection of the window when he finally decided to turn and help you.

“You know…” he started, as his fingers adjoined the zipper on the side of your dress, “…we would have to act like we are actually married. As if we were madly in love with each other,” he stated.

You hummed your agreement. You knew that it wouldn’t be too hard to act like you were infatuated with Loki. You just hoped that you could recover from the fact that he wasn’t interested in you after this mission. You turned around to look into his eyes, “That wouldn’t be too hard,” you smiled.

He let out a small chuckle as he looked down and noticed your wrists. Bruises had formed where his fingers pinned you down earlier in the bed. He held them up as he conjured thin gold bangles to hide them.

“If we were a real couple, do you think we should be hiding them?” you asked absentmindedly. Loki looked up at you through his lashes. His smile grew wide as he learned something about your predilections.

“In that case, darling, let’s make it more believable. Shall we?” He twirled you around and pulled your body flushed with his. “For instance, if you were mine, I wouldn’t hesitate to mark you,” he growled in your ear. You felt his solid chest on your bare back. His hands trailed up and stopped at the top of your arms. You felt a cool tingling sensation on your shoulders when he touched you.

“I would mark you here, on your strong shoulders.”

“…mark me?...” you replied weakly, and Loki hummed his answer. His nose trailed down your neck again inhaling your floral scent as small bite marks appeared on top of your right shoulder. His hands continued their way to your collarbone. His light touch making you shiver.

“And with my mouth, I’d gently suck on your skin right here until you bruised. Trailing down further until I reached your navel.” His finger slid down your front, feeling his touch in between your breast. A cool trail of his seidr followed summoning light bruises to mark you sporadically where his fingers had touched you.

His other hand reached around your throat, wrapping his fingers gently, but firmly, along your long neck. “Hmm…and my hand would look so fetching around your throat, keeping you breathless.” Coolness tingles around your neck as you shivered at the image he put in your head.

A breathy moan escaped you, unbidden, and it made Loki smile with pride. His fingers brushed your lips as you opened them, making him trace your pout with the tips of his fingers. “And these would be swollen from my endless kisses,” he purred.

You felt his touch all over your body. You felt his seidr caress you. Enveloping you in a cool embrace as half-hidden marks appeared on some of the more delicate parts of your body.

Loki pulled his body away from you and circled you. He looked you up and down, appreciating his work. “Hmm…”

“How do I look?” you asked coyly.

“Like you are mine,” he growled. A smoldering heat crept up your body, making your body blush and the marks he placed more prominent.

“What about you?” you asked bravely. His flirtatious behavior giving you the courage to ask. Loki raised his eyebrow in response. “Don’t I get to give you my marks as well?” you expressed.

You once again closed the gap between the two of you and nuzzled against his neck. You pulled his dress shirt down to the first open button. “I don’t have any magic.” He felt your lips vibrate at your words. His hands gripped the sides of your dress pulling you closer to him. “So, I guess I would have to do it the old-fashioned way.”

You began by licking a small stripe on his neck. You opened your lips to kiss and pull on the small patch of skin between his neck and collarbone. The scent of his cologne mixed with the tangible trace of his own musk made you feral.

Loki sighed and whimpered feeling your lips on him. He closed his eyes relishing every draw of your lips. Every scrape of your teeth. Every breathless moan you let out against his skin.

When you finished, you looked up into his eyes. Their playful glint was gone, replaced by deep longing and a savage desire. He lifted his face, looking down at you. Your mark flashing proudly on his fair skin. “How does it look?” he rasped. His voice was subdued, trying to contain the passion he was experiencing inside.

“Like you belong to me,” you said quickly. You gave him an innocent kiss on his cheek and smiled. You proceeded outside to the living room, leaving Loki standing there watching you walk away from him.

Outside the club, it was hot and humid. Sweat had trickled down your back. Loki tried to keep you cool with subtle touches here and there combined with his chilling skin. He dutifully played the husband who couldn’t keep his hands off of his new bride.

Inside the club, the air was thick and not much drier. They were misting water to keep the clubgoers cool and happy. The drinks were readily available and inexpensive, served by masked waitresses and barmen.

Loki openly handed the bouncer a $100 note to get bumped up to the front of the line. You both had to keep appearances up as you reserved a private booth for the two of you with bottle service to last the whole night. The two of you were attracting a lot of attention from everyone who wanted to scrounge in your supposed wealth.

Sitting next to him in your private booth gave you an opportunity to watch different parts of the club. You leaned in close to Loki, your hands trailing down his neck where your mark still bruised. You whispered in his ear all the things you were observing. “The bartenders keep giving away small shots of alcohol with some of the drinks. Do you think the drug is in the shots?” you whispered as you inhaled and crossed your leg to rest over his knee. You noted how that simple act took a lot more effort than it should have.

Loki trailed his hands up your calves and whispered, “I could care less darling. I find myself unable to concentrate at the moment.” His hand traveled under the hem of your dress as his face got dangerously close to kissing your neck.

He savored your warm floral scent. How it haunted him every time he went to bed and smelled your perfume on the pillow. He also detected another fragrance. Something earthy. Something darker. It smelled like an invitation. Like a tempting piece of Valhalla waiting to be consumed. It drove him mad.

You looked back at him in shock. What had come over him? His face contorted in passion and longing. You couldn’t help but respond in kind. Your movements started getting slow and heavy as you reached for his face.

“Loki…” you murmured. “Loki…I think we’ve been drugged.”

Loki’s mind was going miles a minute. He couldn’t think straight. He took a deep breath in and inhaled your aroma once again and the intoxicating need you had let out. He could smell your desire.

Shaky, he looked around. The sprayers misting the club had gone off, enveloping the room in a haze. It’s a gas! The drug is in the mist!

You had started leaning towards Loki. Your body started shutting down. “Loki, I…I’m blacking out…call…help…”

“Darling, let’s go. We need to go back to the hotel room.” Loki pressed the distress signal that was located in your purse. He carried you by your hips, hoping that it would look believable enough not to raise suspicions that you were both under the influence.

“And ver do you tink you’re going, Avengers?” A callous voice said from behind Loki. A tall, burly man in a suit wearing a transparent mask stepped out from the shadows. “Vee don’t take kindly to people snooping around. Do you like the special mixture we made for you? Breathe deep, my friends. For it will be your last.” The man smiled as he reached for a weapon inside his breast pocket.

Loki couldn’t think of anything else to do but try to transport the two of you back to the hotel lobby or somewhere public, where there are lots of people to hide with.

If HYDRA knew they were being spied on, then they probably knew which room the two of you were staying at. He couldn’t risk transporting the two of you back there.

Loki brought the two of you to the restaurant he spotted earlier. The waiter, surprised that someone was sitting at a table without his knowledge, came by to see what was going on.

Loki looked flushed and irritated as his breathing got heavier and the air around him started to change. On the other hand, you could barely keep your eyes open, leaning on Loki to help you get around. “Rodgers, get here now. NO. Tonight! We’ve been compromised.” Loki hung up the call.

That was the last thing you heard before your sight faded into black. Your hearing got muted into a single ringing noise in your head. You felt a cold chill as your body stiffened up. The only reason why you didn’t feel scared was the lingering smell of his musk, filling your nose.

“Darling, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

Read Pheromones, the conclusion.

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