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[jewels2876]

Running Late

Day 4 of the HBC Spring Fling and I’m almost caught up! This prompt was First Dates and I followed up on Admiration - you don’t have to read it but it will make some sense if you do 😊 Thank you to @the-th-horniest-book-club​

Pairing: James Conrad x female reader

Word count: 191

Divider by the lovely @imerdwarf​

James glanced at his watch for the second time in…ten minutes? He made a grab for his phone when the door to the restaurant opened. He sighed in relief as other parts of him stirred. Your simple black dress was short, barely covering your ample behind; the neckline…is that even a neckline when it’s so low? He scrambled out of his chair and pulled out the chair to his right. You flashed him a dazzling smile; a sizzle of heat coursed through him as you slid onto the chair.

“Sorry I’m late,” you started. “Traffic was a bitch for me.”

“If you had left earlier,” James teased.

“If I had left earlier, I wouldn’t have had time to shave.” You gave him a wink and he gulped hard. His gaze dropped to your smooth legs, then to the cage-like stilettos you had slipped on. He gulped again.

“You look lovely.” James adjusted himself subtly before motioning to the waiter. “Would you like some wine?”

“Sure. Although I don’t think it’s the best start to a discussion about self-preservation,” you sassed.

James groaned, knowing exactly where this date was going to end.

#hbc spring fling #prompt: first dates #james conrad #the th hbc #james conrad x reader #james conrad x female reader

[the-horniest-book-club]

Welcome to the Merged HBC

After careful consideration, the mods of the @the-ss-horniest-book-club @the-ce-horniest-book-club @the-th-horniest-book-club and @the-mcu-horniest-book-club have decided to merge the four blogs together into one singular blog, this one.

The decision was not an easy one, but we feel that it is the right move for the HBC at this time.

The four blogs will remain available as an archive of sorts, but we will no longer be posting to them. Nor will we be allowing people to claim prompts from them either.

At this time we are still only accepting drabbles/creations for the 18+ MCU characters and the other 18+ characters of MCU actors. We’ve also decided to not allow real people fiction (RPF).

Moving forward all events and prompt claiming will happen through this blog.

We will be kicking things off tomorrow with a weeklong Summer Send Off event. We’re also accepting prompts and have some prompts ready for people to claim.

We hope you will all join us and have some thirsty fun with us!

Love, The Thirsty Librarians of the HBC  📚

[interrogatormentors]

INTERLUDE 1: ENEMY

Almost a sweep into service as both the Head Admin of the Reichenbach and the Imperial Consort to the Empress, Eridan could say he was living a better life. Ostensibly, he was respected, he was well known, his status was elevated, and he was the jewel of the Empress's eye. He played poker with the Helmsman, another close confidant, and life was good.

(Ignoring the haunting images of those he'd abandoned who had abandoned him in the corner of his eyes. Ignoring the accusations, the screaming the voices he sometimes heard. Ignoring the way his mind couldn't reconcile things, sometimes. That was what the alcohol was for. Especially when his Mistress offered them. Something about her drinks took the edge off in a way he craved after a while.)

So what if there were days he couldn't remember? So what if there were appointments that he'd never scheduled that called his attention? He was fine. He could adjust.

(they kept looking at him there was something in those gazes that grated at him that dredged and pulled and ripped at his thoracic cavity, carving it and leaving it wholly empty)

"Oi, Amps," Eridan heard over the intercom. He blinked, bleary-eyed, and looked up, glancing over the screen and the jumble of numbers that refused to make sense. What was he even looking at? He couldn't remember. The anxiety crawled over his skin, twisting into his sinew and prying it apart. "Aaaaamps. Ampy Ampora Ampo??"

"Admin Ampora," he grunted in response, pinching his nose. "What the hell do you want now, Shakes?"

"Cap'n's been trying to page you for like, half an hour. You good, home skillay?"

"I'm. Fine. I'll be there in a bit. Absorbed in work, muted th' comms." He didn't remember muting his comms, but he probably did. Just another thing he couldn't rely on himself for.

(You're jus' a li'l failure, guppy. The bottom dredges of the barrel. But don't worry, we can fix you up, doll you all good an' prawnper.)

He shook his head. He scrubbed his filed down claws through his hair, missing the brief edge of them, before pulling himself out of his chair and giving himself a cursory overview in the mirror.

(Not good enough.)

He sneered at the reflection, the punched in eyes, the bloodshot gaze, the flush to his face...  It wasn't good enough. None of this was. Not for Her. Not for him, either. He glanced away after straightening up his uniform, grabbing his cape and throwing it over his shoulders. He rubbed at the fuchsia fabric, thinking of Her, because it was the only way to compose himself, to straighten his back.

Shut it off. Turn it off. Shut down until you're the troll they need you to be.

He fixed his gaze, firm and steady, gaze lidded as he stepped out the door. The first thing he did after locking the shit down, of course, was take a shot from his flask. Newly filled for the day, he'd fucking need it. They were supposed to dock again with the HBC Condescension soon enough, and he’d be able to pull himself together again.

None of the old mattered. It didn’t matter, it didn’t matter, it didn’t fucking matter.

He blinked and looked around, realizing that he was on the bridge. He stood straighter as Captain Nekara approached, proffering a salute. It was still a bit jarring for her to return the gesture, but a single glimpse at the fuchsia on his uniform and he remembered that it was what was demanded by his presence now. Even though his position was less than hers, his status was greater. He was greater.

that should make him feel better why didn’t it make him feel better

The older seadweller didn’t look a night changed from when he’d first arrived as a yellowbelly recruit, not a hair out of place as it fanned around her face before loosely pulling back into the ponytail she regularly wore, horns twisting behind her head. Her uniform was decorated handsomely, metals demanding respect and deference. Nekara offered him a weary smile, something about the way her eyes squinted demanding his attention but he couldn’t focus on it. “Admin. I trust things are running optimally today?”

“Requisitioned th’ replacement parts for the antimatters, cap’n, we’ll have ‘em after our next mission as necessary,” he replied smoothly. “Th’ maintenance reports from th’ engineers indicated it’d be th’ optimal timin’ for th’ order window so t’avoid downtime. I was inclined to agree.”

“Trust Bricks to be ten steps ahead,” she remarked softly, fondness in her eyes. He frowned at that. She was attached to her head personnel, clearly, especially considering Fucking Shakes of all things. But Eridan knew better. Attachments give more reason for people to betray you. Hold them at arm's length. “From what I heard from Shakes, your contact had another update?”

Eridan’s jaw clicked as he tightened it again. “Affirmative, cap’n.”

Her eyes squinted as her smile grew tighter. It made Eridan want to vomit. “You can call me Nekara, Admin,” she said, “you know that. You’re one of my head officers. Bricks does it. Spoons does it. Myramy does it. Icrusa does it. You don’t...”

“There’s no need, cap’n,” he replied stiffly. “Is that all?”

She closed her eyes and let out a sigh. “No, that’s not all. The details for tonight’s mission. I wanted to debrief with you—”

“I read th’ briefing about it,” he cut in.

She looked at him, confused. “That briefing was classified.”

“My clearance is higher.”

Her eyes once again lingered down, tracing the cape with an incredibly worried, anxious indiscernible glance. “...of course. That was my mistake in forgetting, Admin.”

“Hostile territory,” he mused as he glanced over to the viewing panes. The vastness of space stretched out into eternity, stars twinkling amidst the inky blackness as though it were waiting for the perfect opportunity to swallow him whole.

“Very much so,” Nekara said softly. Her sharpened claws trailed over the railing and his eyes glimpsed the rings on her fingers as she gripped onto the railing. Three quadrant rings. Redrom, left ring, bronze with Shakes’s incisor set with some brown gems. Far more expensive than what a bronzeblood could typically afford. Blackrom, right ring, with citrines around a tooth he recognized off of Spoons, the head Helming Tech. Left thumb, green, Bricks.

He didn’t say anything. He didn’t need to. It was more information to hold onto.

“The Mefaeians have been inching into Syfora, and sure we have the accord with them but Syfora’s a dead space,” Nekara continued. “They’ll be wanting to get a leg up on us.”

“Let ‘em get a fine taste of our fuckin’ proton cannons,” Eridan grunted in annoyance, fingers dancing over his breast pocket where his flask was hidden. He pulled it out and took a long drink from it, ignoring the way that Nekara needled him with worried eyes her gaze.

“I suppose,” she said, “but I would rather avoid the confrontation altogether. The last thing we need is more maintenance to deal with and those proton cannons are expensive.”

“Already told the uppity fuckers down in ballistics to get from another damn supplier,” Eridan grunted in annoyance. Nekara laughed.

“Unagri lives and dies by the Prizaron supplier,” she mused.

Eridan’s fin flicked, jangling the earrings with his irritation at the mention of the head of the ballistics department. “Overpriced pieces’a shit’s more like it. They jus’ like ‘em ‘cause they’re shiny.”

“Why don’t you come to the dinner party after the mission, Admin?”

The invitation twisted uncomfortably under his skin. “Gonna think about it.”

That was enough to lighten some of the burden off of her shoulders, apparently. “Thank you. Well, I’ll leave you to it, Head Admin. Been a long time since I’ve had a good one, so keep up the excellent work.”

The praise felt a little more hollow than it used to, before he learned what praise felt like from the ruler of their whole world. But he accepted it nonetheless. “Thank you. By your leave.” And with a curt spin on his heel, he departed, off to start his midnight rotation.

—

The mission was simple on paper. Dip into the Syforan galaxy, retrieve the intel from the now derelict vessel so it did not fall into the wrong hands, and dip out.

A simple recon and retrieval.

The fact that it was Syfora, the Deadlands, was exactly the part of the mission where it all fell apart. It was that one simple detail that turned the mission into an ungodly fucking nightmare.

Eridan was checking up on the docking bay when the vessel first rocked. “...retrieval team, status?” Eridan said into the comms. There was a beat of silence. “Repeat: retrieval team, status?”

There was another almost damning pause. Finally, the comms crackled to life. “No bead on the retrieval team's signals, Amps,” Shakes said.

“Captain! Admin Ampora! Their signal’s gone!” said a new voice on the comms. Eridan checked his tablet, seeing the head of communications, Heisar, on the line.

“Send an emergency probe in!” Nekara demanded insistently. “Bricks and Spoons went with them! Get that damn probe in!”

“Cap’n,” Eridan began.

“Save it! I’m the captain, I’m making the call!”

Eridan boiled at being silenced. “Cap’n—”

“Not another word, Ampora, or I’ll have you court-martialed!”

That cracked something in him. If she didn’t want to listen to him? Then fine. He stayed silent as Nekara kept pressing into Heisar, urging a signal to be sent. He looked around the bay, hissing through his teeth as he tried to take stock of what ships they had.

“We got a response!” Heisar immediately announced.

“See? It wasn’t—”

The message played, and Eridan felt a sinking feeling as he realized she’d done exactly what he was trying to be tactful about. The ship’s automatic translator began to sift through the extensive buzzing of the Mefaeian language, converting it to the Alternian tongue.

“Seems like you really care about your folks here, Alternian! We might give ‘em back... if you got the credits for it... we’ve gotta be able to break even, after all! If the price ain’t good enough, we’ll put ‘em on the market. Syfora’s the best damn place for that! Along with this intel the ship’s got? Man, we’ll be set for life!”

“No!” Nekara shouted, and he winced as he heard the sound of a console crunching under her hand. That would be expensive to fix. “Fuck, track it! Track that signal!”

Eridan finally found what he was looking for. His lip curled up, amused.

Beautiful craftsmanship. Stealther, top of the line, kept for last resort measures. Which, based on what he was hearing over the comms, was important.

“Right, bud,” he said slowly to his tablet, “you stay riiiiight... there.” He set it down inside of the maintenance closet. He hesitated for a long second before setting down his cape on top of it, locking it up tight. Mistress would be furious if he let anything happen to it. “Good. That’s about it. Nothin’ that can track a signal back.” 

“...uhhhh, Neks,” Shakes said slowly. Eridan ignored the comms above, popping open the hatch with his credentials before tossing them aside. He didn’t need those where he was going, not with what the message had said.

Intel was already retrieved. Credentials were used. He’d make himself a liability if he had his full credentials on him.

“Not now, Riesse,” Nekara said. “Heisar, what’s your fucking timing on that?”

“Working on it, captain!” Heisar said in a cold sweat.

Eridan carefully started up the cruiser as it rumbled, making nothing more than a soft hum as he calibrated the sensors and began priming the engines.

“Neks!” Shakes yelled.

Nekara’s voice was shrill, causing a horrible bout of static to assault the ship's personnel. “NOT! NOW!”

ENGINES PRIMED. CLOAKING UNIT OPERATIONAL. CHARGE: FULL. READY TO DISEMBARK.

“Shakes,” Eridan said lowly, “open th’ dock or I’m breakin’ it. I know what ‘m doin’.”

“Ahhhhhh... FUCK. Okay. Okay! You win, Amps! I tried to tell ya, Neks!” Eridan smirked as the vacuum blast shields came down, isolating the track with the Stealther from the rest of the docks. It was abundantly clear to the other maintenance and brig workers on hand that something was up, now, and they immediately began sounding alarms as protocol demanded.

“WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?” Nekara roared.

“Hey, I fuckin’ tried to tell you, Neks, your boy’s goin’ rogue!”

With a loud snort, Eridan keyed into the comms. “Right. Killin’ comms now. See ya later, ‘m fixin’ this proper.”

He proceeded to kill the comms by punching his fist through them, resulting in the comms screeching for a moment before falling to silence. The ship shot out like a bullet, shimmering once before it vanished from sight. As the ship moved, Eridan quickly set a program he’d lifted off Psii to run on any vessel as a last resort measure, eyes scanning rapidly over its analysis.

He knew that by using the program, he’d likely ping on the Helmsman’s radar. That was only to his benefit at this time however, so he ignored the clock he was now running on and focused instead on driving onward.

The signal was triangulated, as were several signals nearby. The visuals picked up by the program showed a ship of Mefaeian heading towards one of the many planets in the Syforan galaxy, and so he adjusted his coordinates and speed after running some calculations through to try and intercept the ship.

Certainly, the Stealther was small, but it should be able to fit the rest of the retrieval squad in. He was thinking a mile a minute, adrenaline blasting away the effects of the alcohol his nerves and granting him the steely focus he needed for his absolutely batshit plan. Frankly, this was needlessly reckless, and if his Mistress knew about this she’d be furious, no doubt. It was just enough to make him want to turn back and accept the punishment he’d no doubt get at this time.

But... But there was just something. Something that made him take an extra second, something that pushed him forward. Bricks had done a lot for him. Spoons was incredibly useful for helming maintenance. They were top of their departments and they were... nice.

He ground his teeth. Attachment like this would get him killed. Turn off. Like a husktop. Emotions would do nothing but hamper him. He had to be rational. So he leaned back in the cockpit, glancing around at the equipment he had on hand. He hadn’t the foresight with him at the time to bring along Ahab’s Crosshairs, considering that he hadn’t exactly anticipated doing a sting like this. But he felt grim satisfaction as he saw the silenced pistols loaded in the ship.

Small mercies, at least. Not his weapon of choice, but usable.

He thought back to his time as Feferi’s Orphaner. He thought of the hunt for the stinging meowbeast lusii, so very long ago. They were elusive bastards, horrible insectoid feline creatures that when premature would form packs. Often they were the easiest to hunt when not wanting to deal with the issues of wigglers and grubs. Certainly, it was a grim business, but someone had to keep the imperial lusus sequestered and silent.

It was a testament to his growth that thinking about his experiences as an Orphaner pulled nothing out of him. He felt truly, wholly numb. And he smiled. Because that was an improvement. He didn’t feel a thing about then, about them, and he could do what needed to be done. So he thought of the stealth tactics, he thought of the pincer maneuvers, the divide and conquer tactics, and started trying to put together a plan.

Stealth was of the essence.

It was do or die, and he had no plans to die today.

He got his chance when the vessel pulled into a larger vessel. The maw of the ship’s dock groaned open and as the vessel with the stolen retrieval party entered in, he calibrated the landing with help from the automated landing system.

The hangar was just large enough that the Stealther could hang around until the other ship had deboarded, and then Eridan carefully evaluated what the external cams could perceive. He saw the Mefaeians, lanky lizard-like aliens with an annoying number of limbs and eyes, and he saw them dragging out the retrieval party. Bricks and Spoons looked to be roughed up, though Spoons more so than Bricks. That didn’t bode well. He spotted Yssaol, a subordinate tealblood Admin who had volunteered to go with the team for their authorization, and Traxus, one of the foot soldiers on payroll. He watched them be escorted from the dock, and cursed softly as he heard the drone on the intercom above. He couldn’t understand it, at the time lacking the technology for translating the information.

Inconvenient. Eridan watched, eyes dragging slowly around the room.

One... two. Three cameras. A vent access, hidden behind some crates in the corner of the room. The Stealther was still activated, but he needed to take care of those before he could even begin to scout about. He rooted through the Stealther’s installed kits and grinned fin to tattered fin as he found what he was looking for. It would start drawing some eyes, but perhaps as something attributable to a technological glitch rather than what it truly was.

He activated the frequency jammer. And once the blinking lights on the cameras started to malfunction, flickering to indicate the disruption, he cautiously slid out of the emergency hatch of the Stealther to keep it operational while allowing him freedom of movement. Once he was out he beelined for the boxes, investigating the ventilation hatch.

Standard. Non-Alternian make, obviously Mefaeian, but that made doing this so much easier. Eridan reached and carefully twisting the metal in his hand, he watched in satisfaction as it crumpled with a soft crunch. With that done and, from the looks of it, no alerted personnel, Eridan ducked inside of the vents and began to move. His fins twitched as they guided him forward with the sound of Bricks yelling at their captors and Ysseol’s simpering, navigating the stuffy ventilation as best he could.

He kept following, silent, and after a close call with a sudden drop in the vent systems that led to an awkward shimmy down the vertical descent, they arrived at the brig. He observed as the two remaining Mefaeians from the ship he’d followed shove the stolen members of his goddamned crew into a cramped cell. The cells looked higher tech than other parts of the ship, with a biological scanner lock from the cursory glance.

“Ah, fuck,” Spoons hissed out, rubbing at her swollen shut eye and bloodied up face. “This iiiisn’t what you’d call. Ideal, huh?”

“Nekara’s gonna be pissed,” Bricks agreed grimly as he slumped down, wincing as he cupped his ribs.

“God, fuck, I don’t want to fucking die here, holy shit, what do we do?” Ysseol paced, hands behind his back and gaze frantic as he glanced at the floor, sweat beading at his brow. “She’s gonna come back for us, right? She’s not gonna let us...”

Traxus let out a grunt as they glared at Ysseol. “Annoying,” they hissed. “Always a guy when you’re being a coward. Not doing gender right.”

Ysseol snapped his glance over with bared fangs. “Fuck you. Are you living in the same fucking universe that we are? Where we’re captured?”

Traxus’s eyes moved slowly to the vents, meeting Eridan’s own. Eridan blinked in surprise and offered a wave, and Traxus offered a smile back. “Living in the universe where I have eyes. Look.”

The vent crunched under Eridan’s grip with ease and he slowly pulled himself out to his full height, rubbing at his shoulder.

“Piss poor ventilation they got,” Eridan hissed out as he gave a proper look-over to his missing crew, “but it’s better’n nothin’. Got yourself in a fuckin’ mess.”

Spoons almost let out a yell of delight, but was shortly stopped by Bricks throwing a hand over her mouth. She pouted over at him and he shook his head, raising a finger to his lips. “Plan, Ampora?”

“Gettin’ you outta there. Follow my lead.”

He reached out and crunched the hand scanner and the below gate under his hands with frightening ease. Highblood strength truly came in handy sometimes, and now was one of those. Spoons immediately threw him into a hug and kissed his cheek, leaving his skin crawling and a desire to drink heavily, and she spun on her heel despite looking like hell had warmed her over. “See, it’s all good! We’re all good!”

Eridan glanced around before reaching into his other pocket, pulling out one of the silenced guns. He held it out grip-first, to Bricks. Bricks glanced at it and then back to him, brows raised.

“Trust you best with a weapon right now, Bricks. Yer sensible. ‘M gonna run distraction. Better shape than you. Get to th’ dock in five minutes, ‘ll be there.”

“But—” Traxus began, and Eridan shook his head.

“No. You remember the path back to the docking bay, right? Go.”

Eridan split off at that moment, gun held tightly in his hand and plan made in his head. He moved quickly, quicker than they did in any case, and took the first opportunities to fire shots off at the nearest cameras he could see. Next, he peeled off in the opposite direction, hoping to head towards the more densely populated part of the ship.

Another announcement immediately hit once he rounded the corner, alarms wailing from the speakers, and he stiffened up as he saw personnel rounding the corner. He didn’t waste any time, raising the gun and using his years of training to put them all down. One, two, three headshots before he turned back, aiming to run in a different direction from that.

He had no idea what they’d said. He wished he had a goddamned translator. But clearly, it couldn’t be good, because the alarm was active and he was being hunted.

He shot out another camera before ducking into a side room, only to let out a gasp as he was yanked up off the floor. He flailed his feet as an arm gripped tight around his neck and he bared his teeth with a rattling growl as he thrashed before swinging his foot back with all the strength he could muster. He felt bone easily give way and a screech from his assailant and whipped around, firing the gun at them to shut them up. He lurched back as he felt a bullet skim his arm and whipped around, seeing several more soldiers approaching.

Cornered, he was cornered. He dodged out of the room before seeing more personnel running at him.

How were they finding him so quickly? 

He quickly snarled as he kept running right at the reinforcements, allowing them to believe the feint before he turned his head down at the last minute. His horns, sharp as they were, gored the first obstacle easily enough.

They don’t matter. None of this matters. You must survive. Mistress will not be happy if you die here.

And it was that last line of thought that had his yellow sclera bleeding red as the highblood rage set in properly, making the next few crucial moments a blur.

—

“He’s late. We should just find that ship and go. It’s not here, so it has to be the Stealther, right? He’s probably a lost cause.”

No... he wasn’t.

Eridan could hear it in the distance, panting heavily as he gripped at his ribs. How did he get here? He didn’t remember getting here. He felt tacky with blood. On whole, it barely smelled of his own blood. He felt nauseous and achy and everything hurt. He was tired. His head pounded and his hand trembled tightly around the pistol in his hand that was now useless as it was, bent at an odd angle and dented in with cooling, electric yellow alien blood on it. Gross.

“...why did you do that, Ysseol?”

What were they talking about? What did that mean? Something about the way Bricks sounded made him feel uneasy.

“Because it was the best way to save us, wasn’t it? He said he’d run distraction. If they knew just how freakin’ valuable he was, they’d focus on him, not on us. They’d at least want to keep him alive, being the Empress’s new toy.”

Ice doused his lungs. He suddenly found it difficult to take a breath in.

“That’s bullshit and you know it.” Spoons sounded furious. “He doesn’t deserve that, especially after he came out of the way to save your dumb ass!”

“How was I supposed to know that activating the console would have alerted them?”

“I warned you—”

“But we had to get that information back! It was our fucking heads if we didn’t!”

“And it's our heads if her consort gets captured!” Traxus snapped, agitated. “Use your fucking pan for once, you fucking bulge!”

The gun fired twice, but to no avail. Ysseol let out a sharp sound of pain. In heavily Mefaeian-accented Alternian, one of the obstacles spoke;

“Gun down, Alternian. Hands in the air. Or the teal dies.”

He peeked around the corner to see Ysseol in a headlock and a knife tight at his throat, drawing blood as it did so. The gun clattered as Bricks rose his hands, teeth bared. Ysseol looked wretched, shivering and sniveling like the worm he was.

Anger flared up, and then indifference.

Turn them off like a husktop.

He thought of the Condesce. She wouldn’t want him to put himself at risk for this slime, especially when he had proven the truth of her words. If Eridan trusted anyone, much like Ysseol, they’d stab him in the back.

But then he thought of Feferi, and his throat grew tight.

Turn it off. Don’t think of her. Not now!

He thought of Karkat.

No. No. No.

He was moving before he could even realize it, lunging forward before the Mefaeian could realize he was doing so. It was like time was moving far slower than it ever had, and Eridan bared his teeth and roared as his hands grappled onto the hostile’s throat.

It became a mad grapple and flurry of limbs and unrelenting violence as Eridan continued to attempt to gore his enemy with his horns. It was an ugly, brutal, quick fight and he barely could keep track of what was happening. He swung a fist, feeling bone crunching beneath his hands, and felt his head ping off hard metal, driving wild sparks of pain past his eyelids. But he couldn’t give up. He wouldn’t. So he kept flailing, kept punching, let the wild adrenaline bring him back to the time he’d wrestled a fucking cholerbear lusus before shooting it in the head once he got the reprieve.

Just long enough, just long enough, just long enough. Last longer. Punch harder. Tear flesh and scales apart with your teeth. Be every bit the monster that people think you are. But do not let emotions rule your head.

Then, weightlessness. He let go as the Mefaeian let out a shrill screech, falling from the high platform of the dock they were stationed on to the lower levels. He realized he was falling, too, but let out a choked sound as his uniform was abruptly seized by psionics.

He watched the Mefaeian hit the lowest dock with a final thud. They did not get back up.

“Uch! Frick! Ow, ow, headache, Bricks get him fast please I can’t...”

The psionic grip slowly, shakily reeling him back up was replaced by a more solid grip. He was slowly yanked up as Bricks spoke. “Got him!”

He blinked up at the ceiling of the dock, heaving for air as it all spun around him. He glanced over, seeing Spoons half kneeling back, Traxus on his knees to his other side, and Bricks wheezing as he gripped at his ribs again. He fumbled over to the nearest security console and pulled out a drive he'd been saving for a special occasion. He knew this would get Psii's attention more than anything. Because once he plugged it in, the power went out, replaced by emergency lighting. He watched the screen flicker rapidly, his dear Helmsman's work taking effect with frightening efficiency before downloading all their surveillance and data logs.

They thought they were winning, but this was a last fuck you to each and every one of the dead assholes. And now, it was done.

Eridan felt dazed and angry, so very angry, but as he turned to face his erstwhile crew he only spoke numb, flat words, everything else locked behind an impenetrable barrier. “We leave. Now.”

And as he spoke, the anger drained away, leaving emptiness.

—

The ride back to the Reichenbach was dead silence. Eridan was solidly focused on navigating the ship, crammed as the Stealther was, and did not relax until the ship opened properly, decloaking and allowing them all to escape the miserable, overheating confines of the cruiser. Once they did, it was as if a string had been cut. Ysseol collapsed to the ground in a heap of pitiful sobbing, Traxus slowly pulled out the salvaged drive from the derelict vessel, and Spoons laid flat on her back on the floor.

It was Bricks and Eridan who stayed standing, though Bricks swayed slightly as he propped himself up with the Stealther.

“Ampora,” he said, breathless, “that was bloody reckless. It was also fucking brilliant.”

“Round on the house for our fucking Head Admin, y’all!” Shakes hollered over the comms, jittery with adrenaline and his usual psionic overcharge.

“Posh. Doin’ my job,” Eridan replied, blinking slowly as he realized that his vision was blurrier. The world didn’t seem to be holding up right.

“Whoa, whoa! Steady there.” He blinked once again, staring at Bricks who was staring into his eyes. It occurred to him that everything felt eerily silent around them other than the blood rushing in his fins. Since when had Bricks been holding him by the shoulder to keep him up? Why was he keeping Eridan up...? “...oh, shit. Amps. How bad d’you reckon you hit your head there?”

“I hit my head?”

“...fuck I didn’t mean to, I didn’t—”

“Enough, Yssaol. I’ve heard Traxus’s report.”

“He just... why does he get everything handed to him on a silver platter? I’ve been working for his position for sweeps, Captain...!”

“After what he did for you? He’s bleeding out in Bricks’s arms, Yssa, are you fucking insane? I’ll fucking—”

“ Spoons. ”

“...it’s... what I thought at the time. I don’t have any defense of myself, Captain.”

“I trust you understand why you didn’t get the Head Admin position now?”

“...yes, Captain.”

—

That was the last thing he registered before waking up in the medbay. He was blinking into the room, antiseptic flooding his nostrils, and the docterrors were scrambling about. But this wasn’t his medbay. This wasn’t his ship.

He instead stared up at the bright tyrian eyes of his Mistress, and his stomach bottomed out. He was in the HBC Condescension, that was why it wasn’t his ship. And now he had so much to answer for his failures.

“Mistress,” he slurred out. “Mistress, ‘m sorry.”

“Hush now, guppy. It’s opportune, don’t you fret a fin.” She smiled, her voice soft and dulcet and everything he needed.

“Wanna go t’apologize t’you, s’inconvenient.” It was anxiety, a nerve that stung and radiated agony through him. He had to be good, had to earn her praise, had to be better. He let out a low moan of distress. “Please, don’ be mad.”

“Ain’t mad, li’l guppy.” She crooned as she trailed her fingers down his jaw. He leaned into it, even though it drove a maddening pressure through his head. “Like I said, this is glubbin’ perfect.”

“How?” he asked, confused, not understanding. He looked over, vision all fuzzy and unpleasant, and locked up as he saw something he’d never expected to see set up on an operating table around him.

“You are my confidante,” she said. “You must keep my secrets close, locked tight so no one can pull them from you.”

The helming drive that was installed into all helmsman twisted its tendrils on the desk. It made him sick. It reviled him. He didn’t want that inside his head. He was a seadweller, not a psion, he wasn’t built for that. Psions had the capacity for higher electrical voltages in their pans, they could deal with it, he wasn’t made for this.

“No,” he slurred out, “please no, empress, tha’ll kill me.”

“It won’t,” she said firmly, the lilt vanished from her voice completely. “Stop crying, guppy, brain surgery ain’t so bad. Don’t you wanna be good for me, hon?”

“I do,” he slurred out.

“So you want this?”

Bile rose in his throat, but he swallowed it down and smiled. “Yes. For you, Mistress.”

And she looked happy at that, in a way that was soft and tender and just for him, and his pusher flutters as he smiles shakily. 

“How bad can it be, anyways?”

He was horrifyingly awake. 

He found himself laid out on the mediculler platform, numbed to the nines, strapped down into place as he stared up at the ceiling while desperately wanting to scream and cry and run from this hellish place. His skin crawled with the amount of IVs that pinched into his skin. He was numbed so intensely that he couldn’t even feel her hand on his face, that he couldn’t feel the portion of his skull being removed with his horn—his horn!—and after that all he really felt was the building pressure in his head as they slotted in that thing that he could feel, he swore he could feel it rooting into him, feeding into him like a parasite, until he passed out.

He didn’t think that was normal. It couldn’t possibly be normal. He couldn’t think about looking up if it was normal for the procedure to be like that as he was, certainly dying.

Surely, this was his punishment.

—

When he woke up next, because his head pounded and ached. Everything was healed perfectly, without a scratch, no pain of sutures or anything, and he knew it well to be the tyrian influence. So he slowly dragged himself up out of the bed to realize that he was back in the Reichenbach.

Why is he back here? He was in the HBC Condescension, wasn’t he? He blinked slowly and lethargically, slowly glancing around in a daze.

“Admin Ampora!”

He blinked back over, staring at Icrusa as he was approached. The yellowblood fretted as he immediately began to check every machine connected to Eridan, and the seadweller was confused.

“...‘crusa,” he slurred out, blinking slowly, “wh...”

“Oh, slurring, that’s not good, why did they do that?” He was clearly panicking.

“S...’fine.” Erisan slowly pulled himself out of the bed, only to almost trip as he was gripped by psionics. He turned to face Icrusa, eyes narrowing.

“Sir, you can’t,” Icrusa said softly. “Please. Please, for once, don’t you know what they did to you?”

“Yes,” Eridan answered, trying to tame the slurring as best he could, “I do. I chose it.”

Icrusa’s face went white. “Why?”

Instead of answering, instead of trying to justify the knot in his throat and the agony in his pan, he changed the subject as he gripped Icrusa’s jacket in hand and pulled him in close. “You ain't entitled to th' answer. Now, no one’s t’know about what was done. Even if I have to rip out your tongue, your throat, your fuckin’ airsacks, you will tell no one. Are...we...clear?”

“...s’classified, sir, so I won’t,” he squeaked out. “Pain of execution from the Empress.”

Of course she was looking out for him, she always did. He let Icrusa down.

“Good. Then we’ll never speak of this again.” He looks down his nose at Icrusa, feeling agitated and cornered. He pointedly pulled out every IV, yanked out the breathing tubes from his fucking nose, and scowled as he tasted the metallic taste of blood on the back of his tongue. “Sign my release form.”

He left before Icrusa could say anything else in the matter.

He had to remember that everyone might shown him respect, might seem concerned, but the moment he turned his back, they’d talk about him. They’d rumour, they’d whisper, they’d gossip. They'd sell him out. They’d gladly be his enemy. He could only trust his Mistress. So ignore their looks, ignore the falsities, trust Mistress and Mistress alone. And that was that. He was tempered, he was cooled, and he was ready to keep moving forward. First thing on the agenda was taking those records he stole from the Mefaeian ship and uploading that stupid fucker into his head, along with the rest of the data from the DC Reichenbach and then, the HBC Condescension. If he was to be a secret keeper, he’d do his job diligently.

He paused briefly, catching his reflection in the viewing panes of the exterior hall he stalked down with a purpose.

His left eye was partially swollen shut, nasty scars carved onto his face. That'd need some cover-up, obviously. He couldn't afford to be seen with such blemishes. His Mistress would hate that more than anything. Good thing he could by the best product money could fucking buy in this economy.

Hurts and insecurities could sit by the wayside. Enemies would always exist.

Here and now, he had work to do.

#homestuck #interrogatormentors #eridan ampora #original characters #original troll characters #fanfiction #violence #medical torture #medical trauma #gaslighting #alcoholism #emotional abuse #stockholm syndrome #dissociation #dubious consent

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For drunk Drabbles anyone you want :) based off this

“You found me when I didn’t think I needed found.”

Lost and Found

Pairing: Loki x reader

Summary: You find Loki on a rainy day

Author’s Note: This is for the HBC’s @the-th-horniest-book-club and old fashioned drunk drabbles day! Thank you for the lovely prompt my darling  @marvelgirl7 I didn’t use the quote directly but rather as inspiration, hope that was ok! Thank you all for reading! Much love always! ❤❤❤

Warnings: fluffs

The compound is quiet, the only sound you hear is the rain pelting against the large windows. You walk into the living room, grabbing the tea pot and searching for your favorite tea. The turn of a page catches your attention, and you whirl around.

You’re surprised to see Loki seated by the window with a book. He looks up and gives you a smile. “Hello darling. Sorry if I frightened you.” With a small shake of your head, you assure him it’s fine.

“Would you like some tea?” you ask, holding up the teapot.

“I would love some, thank you,” he replies, watching you intently.

You make the two cups of tea and head over to where he is sitting. He shifts over to make room and you sit down across from him, stretching out your legs and holding your cup between your hands.

“I hope I’m not disturbing you. If you want to be alone I can go sit in my room. It’s no problem,” you explain, starting to move your legs.

He stops you by gently grabbing your ankles and placing them in his lap.

“Not at all my sweet. I find I quite like your company,” he purrs.

You hope your blush isn’t too bright when you dip your head and take a sip of your tea.

“What are you reading?” you ask him, eyeing the book by his side.

“A trashy romance novel as Clint so kindly pointed out. Apparently he loves them. I find them rather comical. I don’t think these men know the first thing about romance,” he says quietly.

“They are definitely entertaining,” you say with a giggle. “I do find some of it a bit over the top though.”

“Would you like to read with me?” he asks, noting the book in your lap.

“I’d love to Loki,” you reply with a bright smile.

#loki x reader #loki x you #loki x reader fluff #loki fluff #loki laufeyson #loki #loki imagine #loki drabble #tom hiddleston #hbc old fashioned drunk drabbles #the th hbc

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TH HBC

Are You?

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[just-the-hiddles]

I Need A Favor | Loki x Reader

A/N:  I know more surprise fics.  This one is for @the-th-horniest-book-club prompt which was one of my favorite Loki quotes, “When do we start?”  Now I chose Loki, which may seem obvious but not in your typical Loki situation. Also, this is the barest bones of editing.  

Pairing: Loki x Reader (I think I wrote it gender neutral)

Summary:  You know Loki’s secret and use it as leverage to get him to do you a favor.

Warnings: Excessive fluff.

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-

It was one of the best-kept secrets in the Avengers Tower. As far as Loki made you aware, only you and Thor knew the truth. If Tony suspected or caught something on the security footage, he never said a word. And well, you knowing Loki’s little secret had been a complete accident. You got turned around one day on the 17th floor and opened a door and there was Loki, in that a ridiculous outfit. Before you could slam the door with on the other side, Loki tugged you into the room.

“You can’t tell anyone what you have seen here today.” He growled as his grip on your wrist.

You nodded. “I promise not to say a word.” Your voice never sounded so shaky as it did in that moment.

“Good.” He released your wrist. “I would hate to have to kill you.” he chuckled as you skittered out of the room and booked it to the elevator.

For the most part, you had kept your promise. There had been a few close calls, one too many drinks with the team, and you nearly let it slip. But no one suspected a thing. Now it was time to cash in your silence for a favor.

“I need your help.” You slid into the chair next to Loki in the briefing room.

Loki smiled at you. He had grown rather fond of your face, he pondered. “What sort of help?” He feigned disinterest by picking at one of his immaculate nails. Like he would ever have a torn cuticle.

You squirmed in your seat as you heated from the inside. Steve and Sam filed into the room. “It’s personal.”

Loki narrowed his eyes at you before realization hit him. “I am afraid I can’t help you.” He returned his attention to the papers in front of him.

“Please, Loki?” you begged. “Someone close to me is celebrating a birthday and I need your expertise. Teach me your ways.”

He shushed you. “Not so loud and not here.” Loki rolled his eyes as you pleaded with wide eyes. “Fine,” He grabbed his phone and typed out a series of items. Loki glance at you for a moment and returned to type some more before finally setting his phone down. “I’ve sent you a list of what you will need. Meet me tomorrow morning at 8, you know where.”

You nodded and turned your attention to the front of the room where Tony turned on his Power point presentation. During the meeting, you sneak a glance at the list Loki sent you and you inadvertently let loose a whistle.

“Something you would care to share with the group?” Tony asked and all the eyes in the room snapped to you. The ones you felt staring at you the most were Loki’s.

“No.” You slumped into your chair.

“Keeping my eye on you.” Tony waved his fingers at you and his eyes. “If there are no further interruptions…” You shook your head. “let’s continue.”

-

The next morning, you paced waiting for Loki. At nearly a quarter past the hour, Loki strolled in.

“I thought you had stood me up.”

“Your precious Captain America caught me in the common area. I had to wait until he left. Unless, you would care for him to know what exactly you and I are doing here together?” Loki raised an eyebrow.

“No, I would not.”

Loki did his best to hide his disappointment, but you noticed anyway.

“So did you get everything I told you to?” Loki cleared his throat.

“I had to go to two different stores, but yes.”

Loki reached over and grabbed an apron and tied it on. “Okay, when do we start?”

-

Several hours later and one use of a fire extinguisher, you stared at your creation, a slightly lopsided two layer chocolate cake with a chocolate frosting.

Loki wiped his hands on his stained apron. “I did not realize flour could shoot that far into the air.”

You shrugged your shoulders. “Talent.” You leaned over and hugged Loki. “Thank you so much for helping me out.”

Loki’s arms flailed in the air while your embrace cracked his ribs. He wrapped his arms around you and squeezed tight. “It was the least I could do for you keeping my secret?”

You giggled. “I don’t understand why you would keep it a secret that you can bake delicious desserts and pastries.”

Loki removed his apron and sneered at you. “I have a reputation to maintain.” He covered your cake with a lid and pushed it towards you. “Now it’s ready to give to the Captain, your boyfriend, lover, take your pick of name.”

You smiled and removed the lid, and pushed the cake back towards him. “Happy birthday, Loki.”

His head bounced between staring at you, smirking, and the cake, which leaned even more than before. “Did you just… how did you… Thank you.” His shoulders slumped.

“You’re welcome.” You reached over and cut a large slice out for him and then yourself.

Loki took at large bite and hummed. “Clever of you to have me bake my own birthday cake.”

Your head dropped. “The plan had been for you to just give me a recipe. I didn’t expect you to help.”

Loki blushed. “I apologize for ruining the surprise.”

You dropped your fork to the plate, enjoying the satisfying clink of metal against china. “Oh, it’s fine because now I can give you the rest of your birthday present early too.”

“I enjoy presents.” Loki placed his fork on his plate.

You took a deep breath. “I hope you enjoy this one.” You leaned over and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. “Can I take you out to dinner for your birthday?” you blurted out as you leaned away.

Loki smiled. “Like a date?”

“Maybe…”

“Are you paying?”

“Yes.”

“Will you kiss me again?” Loki smirked, leaning against the kitchen counter.

“If you want me to.” Your toe dragged across the floor.

“Then it’s a date.” Loki then over and kissed you again. “I think this present. It’s the gift the keeps on giving.” He leaned in and kissed you some more.

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[jewels2876]

Admiration

Hi! RL has just been kind of... real hehehe but I’m still around

Rather than finish up any of my WIPs, I decided to catch up on the HBC Spring Fling theme - shout out to @the-th-horniest-book-club with the Prompt Love at First Sight

Pairing: James Conrad x female reader

Word Count: 198

divider by the lovely @imerdwarf​

You weren’t sure which part of him to look at first: his handsome face, his arresting eyes, the hint of his smirk, or the arms which held a formidable weapon. He turned, his back now facing you and a new dilemma emerged. A breathy sigh escaped your lips; he stopped in his tracks and turned to you. “Is everything alright there?”

Before you could answer, a loud roar echoed through the valley distracting you both. “Just fine,” you breathed, your muscles screaming as you stayed frozen in your spot besides James.

James gave you a once over, nearly shaking his head at the barely there khaki shorts and black tank top that clung to every delicious curve on your body. He wanted to be jealous of the beads of sweat that trickled down your chest, but the monster he was hunting had other ideas. “Just stay behind me and we’ll get through this okay?” You nodded as he raised the sight on the gun. Arms. Ass. No definitely arms. Well…

“When I get you out of here, we’re going to have a chat about self-preservation, got it?” James snapped as another roar sounded.

“It’s a date,” you quipped.

#hbc spring fling #prompt: love at first sight #james conrad #james conrad x reader #james conrad fluff #james conrad x female reader

[the-ce-horniest-book-club]

HBC Wicked Wednesday: November 24, 2021

This November the HBCs are doing something a little different. Each Wednesday, we will be posting three different types of prompts (3 quotes, 3 plots and 1 SFW but suggestive photo) to inspire you to create something for at least one of the 7 prompts.

You will have from when the prompts go live on Wednesday morning (roughly 5 am EST) until the next Tuesday to write a drabble, create a moodboard, etc.

Rules For Our Drabbles:

You do not need to reserve a prompt.

You do not need to tell us which prompt you’re writing.

You can write as many or as few as you’d like, and there is no word minimum or maximum.

You may write for one blog or all four blogs, your level of participation is entirely up to you! Just make sure to send links to the correct blog for the masterlist.

Smut/Fluff/Angst/any combo accepted, please adhere to HBC Guidelines.

To get on the masterlist, DM the link to your drabble(s) to the correct HBC for your chosen character - All Drabble links received within 24 hours of the time frame ending will be added to the masterlist.

Use #HBC Wicked Wednesday on your works!

EVERYONE is welcome to participate!

Here are the prompts for November 24th

Quotes:

"You cant tease me like that and expect not to be punished."

"We need to talk about what happened last night."

"Is there a reason you're blushing like that?"

Plots:

They were just fake dating... right?

Getting paired up on an amusement park that requires even numbered riders.

Blurting out a confession of love

Photo:

Love, The Smutty Librarians of the HBC  📚

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@the-ce-horniest-book-club​​​​

@the-marvel-horniest-book-club​

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TH HBC Kinktober 01

October 1st - Public Sex

@the-th-horniest-book-club​

The balcony offered little shadow in which to hide from the party held inside the hall and your backside was still visible for anyone who ventured too close to the window. But it was enough, for now. You had Loki pinned against the wall, one hand pressed on his chest, the other one inside his pants, gripping his cock and firmly stroking him.

It wasn’t often that you got to tease him like this. That was usually him, touching you under the tables or using his magic to turn you on. This was a treat, and you were going to fucking enjoy it.

You teased his balls with your nails and his cock twitched, his hips thrust forward searching for friction. The way his body responded to your attentions made you smile.

Loki was always so composed and smooth, pretending he was unaffected or uninterested, and in absolute control of his reactions. But you knew him so much better. If there was one person who could break him, it was you. And he would let you.

You pushed your body flush against him and twisted your wrist. Your thumb rubbed the head of his cock, collecting precum and smearing on his length. It allowed you to stroke him faster. Loki grunted. You knew that if he wanted to stop you he would. But you also knew he wasn’t going to. He was too far gone by now.

His hand gripping your wrist was a half assed attempt to regain control. His other hand was on the back of your neck, keeping you in place while he kissed you. Though the kiss was an excuse to muffle all the undignified sounds he was making.

To have him surrender to your will got you absolutely soaking wet, and you wanted to have his cock inside of you. But not yet... this was too much fun.

He was close, you could feel it in the way his balls clenched and his hips stuttered.

“Consider this payback,” you breathed against his mouth and got your hand out of his pants.

Loki’s jaw dropped, temporarily speechless, and he looked at you with murder in his eyes. You stepped and sucked on your thumb, staring back at him.

“You know where to find me if you want me to finish it.”

Loki spat a string of curses that you barely heard as you walked back inside the noisy hall.

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[aliceaddellheidde]

Starbucks

A/N: This one is for HBC 24 hours surprise drabble challenge by @the-th-horniest-book-club​

THEME: Conversations with a stranger.

WORDS: 937

WARNINGS: Anxiety from ordering coffee

PAIRING: Tom Hiddleston x reader (fluff)

DISCLAIMERS: I was in Starbucks once & ordered tea. 🤣 English isn´t my first language.

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London was busy city. Always full of people and now your new home. You found surprisingly warm and sunny February Saturday as perfect time for walk. After two hours in streets you were craving something for boosting your energy and Starbucks across the road was exactly what you needed. You never had chance to go there, but heard about it from your friends, so why not try it? Easy in, easy out.

What you were not expecting was long queue and a lot of people already inside. Smell of fresh coffee and muffins hit your nose and you enjoy it until anxiety came. What to order? How to order? Do you have to say your name? You were standing there, playing with your shawl to calm down, when stranger in front of you turned around. „Excuse me, do you know what time is it? My phone died.” he asked with strong English accent. When you looked up you were face to chest with him. „Uhm, 10 am.” „Thank you.” He turned back and moved forward.

Few more orders and small panic attack later you found him holding your arm. „Hey, are you all right?” This time when you lifted your head your eyes met cerulean blue ones. And then you recognized his face. You were standing with Tom Hiddleston! And he was holding you. You opened your mouth but no sound came out. You looked at menu on the wall and back at him. „You need help with order?” he smiled. „Yeah. I never been in Starbucks before and have no idea what to order. What is good? Should I tell them my name?” ​You were rambling mess. „Don't worry. I can help you. I´m Tom.” „Y/N.” You said. „What would you like? Coffee, tea, smoothie, chocolate? Something to eat?” „Coffee. But they have so much possibilities. How am I supposed to choose only one,” You sighted. Tom let go of you with thoughtful expression and his thumb and index finger were caressing his chin. You followed their movements with your eyes and small part of your brain was thinking how they would feel against your skin. „I´d say you can appreciate something sweet like you.” Tom said and your cheeks got hot and he smirked. „Ok, I´ll risk it.” You smile a little. „Trust me.” „Do you always pay for stranger´s coffee?” He grinned. „Only if it´s beautiful woman with interesting accent.” „You're a charmer.” „Yes, Yes I am. Tell me, how´s that you never try Starbucks?” „I'm not really a coffee drinker. Only when I´m in mood.” „More of tea person?” „Meh. Water is the best.” „What´s so special about today that it deserve a coffee?” „I'm just tired a bit and need something to function properly.” He chuckled and you moved forward. Two more people and you are in front of young man.

„Hello Jamie.” „Hi Tom. What can I get you this time?” „Hot, venti,, two shots, Caramel macchiato and hot, venti White chocolate mocha.” „With rice milk, please.” You said and looked back to floor. „Extra foam on both, please.” „Sure thing. Here or to go?” Tom looked at you and back at Jamie. „To go.” „Excellent. That will be 6,85 £.” Tom took out his wallet and paid before  you could stop him. „Have a nice day you two.” Jamie smiled at them and you followed Tom as lost puppy.

„So, what's your plan today?” „I don’t really know. Hyde park or some museum maybe. Why?” „Mind if I join you?” You were thinking about it. How often do people have chance to meet their favourite actor and he pays for their coffee? You decided you will take that opportunity with all it has. „Nope.” You smiled at him. „Maybe we can try Natural history museum. If you want to go. It´s close” „Sure.” He walked to black Jaguar. „I'm not going in car with stranger.” He looked at you. „I'm not a stranger any more. Or am I?” „We only know each other´s names.” „Lets us make friends then.” You started walking in direction of museum.

„You really don’t know who I am?” „I know you are an actor, my favourite actually, but I don’t know you in person.” You were surprised with how much ease you were talking to him. „What would you like to know?” „Everything.” You both laughed at yours eagerness. „We can play 20 questions.” „I will start. What brings you to London?” „Work with better payment.” „And you work as … ?” „Interior decorator.” „You can draw me new house if I ask?” „No.” You snorted. „That's interior designer. I´m making places nice and colourful.” „Oh, my mistake.” „Its ok. People often confuse those two jobs. What would you be if not an actor?” „Cowboy.” he laughed and then asked one more question right before you walked in the museum.

After long six hours you were parting our ways. „Can I take you on proper date next time?” he asked suddenly. „You don’t have to say yes. I just had great time with you and … .” „Sure.” you interrupted him. „Really? Oh god, thank you! Can I have your number?” He gave you his phone and you added yourself there and handed it back. „I´ll walk you to your station.” „You don’t have to.” „I insist.” „Fine.” He linked your arms and smiled at you happily.

After 20 minutes walk in peaceful silence you stopped in front of the door to the underground. He hugged you lightly and you quickly kissed his cheek and with cheeky grin ran down the stairs for your tube.

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[that-little-zebunny]

Skin to Skin (First Meeting)

Pairing: Loki x Avenger!Reader

Warning: a litol Angst and Panic attack if you will. Brooding God of mischief thats it for now I think.

WC: 1,188

Summary: You're new to the team and end up messing it up with the God of mischief on your first day in. Knowing his reputation you're up for a fun time in the compound.

Note: this is my entry for the HBC's Week of Love event and it'll be for the @the-th-horniest-book-club 🥰 hope you'll enjoy this. Comments and reblogs are very much appreciated. Hugs&Kisses, Zephy

Excited is an understatement of what you're feeling today. You're about to lose your mind most likely. You just got yourself labeled as an Avengers and are now in the compound where other Avengers like yourself-you giggled at that thought- are living.

You got there last night and were able to settle in and fix your room. You decided to wake up super early to try and bake some treats to give your new housemates and give a good first impression. You're already prepared for that you've bought all the things you'll need to bake some chocolate chip cookies so starting early is not a problem.

It was still dark out when you began mixing ingredients humming with the tune of your music blasting on your earpods.

You've always enjoyed baking. Your granny taught you the art of it and how it helps calms your emotions and it just became your favorite thing to do.

You're busy folding the cookie dough when you feel it. The hair on your nape stands. Someone or something is behind you…

You slowly turned and gasped on how close the person is to you and you accidentally touched his bare chest making you gasp as loads and loads of emotions came rushing to you. You stared at him, hands glued on his chest as tears started flowing from your eyes. He frowned at you and grabbed your arm to remove it from where you are touching him.

You tried to calm your brain by turning towards the counter holding both hands on its corner breathing in and out continuously as you counted silently in your head.

You hate this. You hate being surprised by your own ability to feel other beings emotions and thoughts through their skin. You would have been wearing your gloves but you really thought you'll be alone in the kitchen. You didn't even hear him come in. You tried to remember in your brain who it was.

Lean toned chest, smooth light skin and long raven ha….ir. your eyes went wide upon realizing who you terrorized by your ability. Freaking Loki of Asgard! The god of mischief, the god that almost destroyed the earth.

Omg! Omg! Omg!!!

You hurriedly turned to apologize but saw no one. It was as if you've been alone the whole time. You wiped your tears and took a deep breath. This is not the 1st impression that you want with anyone on the team.

You finished baking by 5am and had a lot of time to freshen up on your room before you went to the conference room to meet everyone as per The AI Friday's advice. You went in with a bowl of cookies. Scenarios playing in your head on how this will go and your brain automatically went on how a certain raven haired God will react to you.

You entered the room and felt super small seeing as everyone is around. From the Iron man to the Hulk. You swallowed thickly when your eyes landed on the person leaning on the wall in the farthest corner of the room. He's looking at you sharply as if you're some kind of a ticking time bomb. Crap you already made a very bad impression on one of the most powerful beings in the room.

Tony Stark urged you to come stand next to him and you did. You stiffly walked towards him like a little girl on her 1st day of school hugging her backpack but in your case you're hugging warm stocks of cookies in a glass bowl.

"Good day Y/N." Tony greeted and offered a hand. You accepted it with your leathered covered hand and shook his. "It's been a while. I hope you're able to settle in nicely. We're very excited to have you on our team." He said. Frowning as he saw what you're holding. He lifted the cloth covering you cookies using the end of his sunglasses and gasp. "Well color me whipped. She brought us cookies. You should all taste this, you'll die happy." He excitedly took the bowl from your hands and placed it down in the middle of the huge table. You heard everyone's excited comments as they all took some for themselves except one. Loki is still where he was when you came in and still is staring at you.

"You should taste this brother. It's like Valhalla is in my tongue." Thor commented as he walked back next to his brother holding at least 6 cookies in his right hand and munching on two more on his left.

"I do not eat rubbish." He said. You nervously looked away from them and started your introduction. Everyone was very nice and listened intently as you talked which calmed your nerves.

"What's with the gloves?" Asked Sam Wilson.

You looked down on your hands and smiled. Tony talked for you trying to explain as better as he could. Because you would have done it badly. You're a great fighter, skilled even, you've ranked near Natasha and is very good with techs though as far as you know you're here because of what your hands can do.

"So she's an empath?" Asked Captain America.

"Close." Tony answered back. "She's better than an empath, she can absorb and transfer emotions and thoughts through physical contact. She's going to be a great asset in recovering information from enemies." He grinned. "They can say no all they want but with one touch from Y/N they're a gonner and we, the winner."

"That's very interesting. It's like she's a human lie detector." Bucky Barnes said.

"Kinda..you answered back. Though I can be a lie maker if I want to." You joked. Well day one went on nicely...ish. everyone liked you except for the quiet God. He's been looking at your every move.

You went back to your room and happily reminisced about the happenings with your new team. You can't believe you're able to joke and laugh with them.

You're about to go change so you can go to the gym and train when you see him. He's standing in front of your floor to ceiling window looking away from you.

"You felt something when you touched me." He said emotionless. You stared at his back as you walked further in.

"I-I would really like to apologize for that. I would never want to do that. I didn't expect to see anyone that morning." You said.

"No one will know of this." He said turning around now. You couldn't help but appreciate him even though he makes you super nervous with all his staring. He's very very beautiful.

You didn't realize how close he got until you felt his breath next to your ear making you shiver.

"Speak of this to anyone and I will make your life here miserable." He said before you saw green mist and he's gone. Well there goes your plan on making your stay in the compound as great as it can be. Your knees give out and you end up sitting on the edge of your bed.

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[marvelgirl7]

Fireplace With Loki

Day 4 For the HBC’s Home For The Holidays and its Fireplace time and I felt no one was better than our dear Loki :) 

Written for @the-th-horniest-book-club​

Warnings: Loki Fluff Loki is just a fluff boy in this

Parings: Loki X You 

Home For The Holidays Masterlist

Loki wasn’t one to bother with people he’d usually grab a book and find a spot on the couch. The only person who caught his eye was you the quiet little Avenger in training. You were always smiling and carrying on to him about books you liked to read since the moment you caught his book reading. Loki enjoyed your little conversations they always brightened his day.

Engrossed in Wuthering Heights a book you recommended Loki never saw you come in and start decorating you were humming a tune as you set up the fireplace to be cozy for the holidays. Loki finally looks up at you finds himself smiling as you happily decorate.

“Why it looks very festive darling.” Loki slips out as you turn and smile big at him.

“I’m trying to make it look nice for Christmas.” Your eyes go to the book Loki is reading and you squeal.

“Yay! You took my recommendation! I hope you love it. Sometimes you remind me of Heathcliff and of course Mr. Rochester.” Loki raises an eyebrow he knows of Heathcliff but he hasn’t gotten to a Mr. Rochester.

“When does he appear in this book?” You chuckle as you sit down by him.

“Sorry that’s another book called Jane Eyre that’s next on my list for you to read.” Loki smiles as you look down your eyes widen.

“Your wearing the socks I left you!” Loki turns a slight red as he nods

“They looked cozy my mother used to make Thor and I little gifts like this.” You smile and as Loki’s eyes lock on yours.

“Would you like to as the kids say be cozy together?” You smile big as you grab the blanket and snuggle close to Loki.

Loki moves his hands around and lights the fire and produces two steaming hot coco mugs. You smile at him laying your head on his chest as Loki reads to you.

“Thank you for not being scared of me.” He whispers as you look up at Loki.

“Nothing to be scared of Loki.” You whisper snuggling close.

The crackle of the fire and Loki’s voice make for the coziness night of your life.

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