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vehiclerepairstexas · 1 month ago

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Preventive Maintenance

The Importance of Truck Preventive Maintenance in Dallas: A Comprehensive Guide

Truck preventive maintenance plays a critical role in keeping commercial fleets and individual vehicles running smoothly and efficiently. For companies in Dallas, such as Texas Truck Repair, ensuring trucks receive routine maintenance not only extends the lifespan of vehicles but also prevents costly breakdowns and repairs. This article delves into the key factors that impact truck preventive maintenance in Dallas, exploring various aspects such as truck maintenance, diesel truck maintenance, and the challenges involved.

Why Preventive Maintenance is Essential for Trucks

Preventive maintenance involves regular servicing and inspections to ensure vehicles remain in top condition. For truck owners, especially those operating heavy-duty trucks, this is vital. Preventive maintenance addresses common truck issues such as brake repair, electrical system malfunctions, and engine repair before they escalate into significant problems.

In Dallas, where commercial trucking is a backbone of local industry, maintaining trucks is essential for businesses to minimise downtime and optimise operations. Texas Truck Repair emphasises the importance of this proactive approach by offering a variety of maintenance services, from oil changes and tire repair services to transmission fluid changes and welding repair.

Key Factors Influencing Truck Preventive Maintenance in Dallas

1. Truck Maintenance and Servicing

Regular maintenance ensures trucks operate safely on Dallas roads, reducing the chances of breakdowns. Preventive maintenance often includes routine checks on diesel engines, brake systems, and vehicle diagnostics. These checks allow mechanics to identify minor issues such as leaks or cummins x15 fuel pump problems that could potentially lead to more severe damage.

At Texas Truck Repair, technicians also assess the condition of truck body parts, ensuring there is no structural damage that could compromise safety.

2. Mechanical and Electrical System Issues

A significant portion of preventive maintenance involves inspecting and repairing the electrical system and mechanical components of trucks. Trucks often encounter electrical problems that affect lights, sensors, and control systems. Addressing these issues early on prevents more extensive and expensive electrical failures down the road.

Mobile brake repair and brake line repair services are another crucial element of maintenance. Whether on the road or at a repair shop, brake systems must be checked regularly to prevent failures, which can lead to accidents or costly emergency repairs.

3. Welding Repairs and Bodywork

Trucks, especially service body trucks, require regular attention to their bodywork. Routine welding repair, such as structural welding, ensures that the truck’s frame remains intact and secure. For those looking for specialised work, Texas Truck Repair offers services like cast iron welding to address structural issues, helping to avoid further deterioration.

Routine bodywork, like repairing semi-truck parts or truck accessories, keeps trucks in peak aesthetic and functional condition, preventing rust and other long-term wear.

4. Flexible Finance and Budgeting for Maintenance

Maintaining a fleet of trucks can be a costly endeavour, which is why businesses must consider the financial impact of regular preventive maintenance. Flexible financing options allow companies to spread out the cost of essential services like engine repair, diesel works, or clutch repair, making it easier to stay on top of maintenance without breaking the bank.

Additionally, Texas Truck Repair offers cost-effective solutions that help truck owners balance immediate repairs with ongoing maintenance, ensuring long-term savings.

Tradeoffs and Challenges in Truck Preventive Maintenance

Maintaining trucks involves striking a balance between cost, convenience, and thoroughness. Some owners may be tempted to delay preventive services to save money, but this often leads to more expensive breakdowns and emergency repairs later on. For instance, neglecting routine wheel alignment or tire repair services can cause tires to wear unevenly, increasing the risk of blowouts or other damage.

Another challenge is the time investment. While preventive maintenance minimises major breakdowns, it requires regular downtime, which can disrupt schedules for businesses reliant on timely deliveries. However, the tradeoff between routine servicing and costly repairs, such as a semi truck restoration, is clear—taking trucks off the road for preventive maintenance reduces the likelihood of emergency repairs.

The Role of Emergency and Mobile Repairs

Despite best efforts at preventive maintenance, emergencies do happen. In these instances, having access to reliable emergency truck repair services, like those provided by Texas Truck Repair, is critical. From semi truck towing to on-site diagnostics, mobile services are an essential part of the modern truck maintenance ecosystem.

Mobile repairs, including mobile brake repair and mobile truck diagnostics, offer truckers flexibility and rapid response times, allowing them to avoid significant delays caused by mechanical failures.

The Importance of Partnering with Professional Truck Repair Shops

Choosing the right partner for preventive maintenance is essential. Texas Truck Repair stands out in the Dallas area for its commitment to providing comprehensive truck and trailer repair services. From diesel tank maintenance to ac repair, the range of services ensures every aspect of a truck is covered.

Experienced mechanics can also help diagnose more challenging issues, such as valve adjustment or truck transmission repair, reducing the risk of major malfunctions.

Making Informed Decisions About Preventive Maintenance

When it comes to truck preventive maintenance in Dallas, proactive planning is key. Balancing costs, time, and truck availability can be challenging, but the long-term benefits far outweigh the initial investment. Regular maintenance ensures vehicles stay roadworthy, reduces the risk of unexpected breakdowns, and increases overall efficiency.

For truck owners and fleet operators, working with trusted professionals like Texas Truck Repair can make all the difference. From routine checks to diesel repairs and welding services, their expertise ensures your trucks are always ready for the road. By prioritising preventive maintenance, truckers in Dallas can keep their vehicles in top condition and minimise costly repairs.

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almostempty · 3 months ago

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Never made it as a wise man

(joel miller x f!reader)

Description: Joel solves your car troubles for free, and you try to return the favor with a homecooked meal. When you accidentally interrupt his jerkoff session, you take a chance and help him out.

Note: y’all are out here answering god’s toughest questions, like what if emotionally unavailable Joel was loved unconditionally? or what if Joel was the Mothman?, and I deeply appreciate that.

However, today, I am here to answer a question that nobody asked– What if Joel was a divorced dad rock kinda guy?

You know, like, listening to Nickelback on an old-school boombox in his garage, or unironically singing Creed on the way to work, or bonding with Ellie over Papa Roach? And also, (inspired by a genius) what if he was a little bit pathetic?

Anyway, I present to you: divorced dad rock dilf, Joel, ta-da! (my humble submission for @hellishjoel‘s hot dilf summer challenge) obvs dedicated to: @auteurdelabre

ao3: read here | masterlist: here | part 1.5 here

Tags/warnings: AU no outbreak divorced Joel x f!reader, Sarah is not mentioned, but Ellie is your adult coworker, reader is clueless about cars and so am I, gratuitous smut and horny thoughts, implied jorkin’ joel but no witnesses, hand job, fingering, premature ejaculation, touch starved kinda loserish but hot divorced dilf joel, he’s a real tiddy guy in this one and idk why it just happened, pwp, is it a crackfic? maybe, but i meant it wholeheartedly so idk

WC: 4.2k

You pull onto the long driveway, hoping to see Joel’s truck. You forgot to text first to see if he would be around, but he did tell you to come by if you ever needed anything. You mostly just hope he’ll be willing to accept your gift.

Last week, he’d helped you out by fixing your car. He told you what the issue was, but he might as well have been speaking another language when he described it. You had already brought coffee and a plate of cookies to your coworker Ellie to thank her for dragging you to Joel’s to ask for help. Being in a new town was hard enough, but you had no idea how you would handle the price for diagnostics, let alone whatever the repair would’ve cost. You tried to offer Joel the cash you had as a thanks, but he wouldn’t accept it. You tried to argue with him, but Ellie told you it wasn’t worth arguing with him. He wouldn’t budge. Instead, he had offered to change your oil for you, making you feel even more indebted to him.

At first, the most you got out of Ellie for intel on Joel was that he was the one responsible for you having to listen to “One Last Breath” and “Lips of an Angel” at ungodly early hours. Ellie claimed that her music taste was deeply influenced by Joel, and somehow, Ellie is always in charge of the music at work. When you rolled your eyes calling it divorced dad rock, she let it slip that you were right about that.

That explains a lot when you remember the brief time you spent in his house and shop. The house was clean inside but not tidy. Stray beer bottles and travel mugs dotted the counter and coffee table. But the shop had all the Divorced Dad Barbie accessories.

The project car and crates of assorted parts. The beer fridge and the plastic lawn chairs in the corner for bullshitting with whoever stopped by. The boombox on the workbench with the stack of CDs. And the fading calendar from another decade with the naked woman kneeling on the beach.

You hadn’t been able to stop your eyes from darting to her sultry expression and swimsuit model-perfect breasts when Joel had been explaining what he was going to do to your car. You wondered if the heat burning in your cheeks had given you away, but he didn’t notice then. Ellie sure did, though, and she had rolled her eyes at you, noting it had been up so long she even forgot it was there.

Luckily, Ellie didn’t notice your eyes lingering on Joel’s body. You weren’t trying to be a creep, but the way his arm flexed when he opened the hood of your car gave you some feral brand of intrusive thoughts. The ratty band t-shirt and the faded jeans were working for him, too, or at least they were doing something for you. Time slowed when your eyes trailed over his arms and down the muscles of his broad back. He just seemed so… solid. You finally understood what your friends back home meant when they said they wanted to climb a man like a tree. You had jumped a little when Ellie slammed the fridge behind you and shouted at Joel about how he can’t just live in the shop drinking shitty beer and eating beef jerky. She had grabbed your arm to drag you to the house for an iced tea while he worked.

Her comment sparked your idea. You figured Joel must be a utilitarian type. He probably lives on frozen pizzas–or even worse, those Hungry-Man frozen TV dinners–instead of making himself something fresh. Maybe he’s one of those guys who got really into smoking meats instead. Either way, you hope the lasagna you made from scratch and the other tray of cookies will be an acceptable thank you for his help. He can’t refuse it if you already made it, right?

You pull up next to a truck, assuming it’s his, and that he’s home. Before you grab the tray, you pause to check your reflection and adjust your breasts in your white tank top, making sure your cleavage pokes out as temptingly as possible.

You check yourself in the mirror with a look. Why does it matter what you look like? It’s not like you’re trying to fuck your only (almost) friend’s dad, right? Although she calls him by his first name, not Dad, so maybe there’s like a loophole or something if she’s adopted. You think about the calendar model and her perfect tits hanging on the wall over his tools. It can’t hurt to just do a little harmless flirting, right? Maybe you aren’t even his type anyway.

After knocking on the door a couple of times, you frown, wondering if he’s not home. On the way back to your car, with your head hung in defeat, your ears perk up at the sound of something clanging in the shop. Of course!

You skitter back to the front porch to leave your goods by the door and head for the shop to find that divorced DILF–Joel, you mean. It’s sweltering out, and sweat is beading on your chest after only a few minutes in the heat. The closer you get, the more easily you can make out the sound of his little CD player blasting another brooding, raspy ballad sung by a white man with a troubled love life.

The garage door is shut, so you knock on the door on the side of the building. You wait a minute before testing your luck and opening the door yourself. Assessing the shop, you don’t see your man, sorry, Joel, at first glance. The music blasts, and the calendar model gives you the same impish smirk through her false lashes and a layer of dust, but there’s no Joel. The evidence clearly dictates that he’s in here somewhere, as his tools are strung around his project, the lights are on, and a beer with a sweating label sits on the edge of the workbench.

You aren’t trying to be sneaky. You didn’t think to holler and announce your presence over the music. Plus, you didn’t fully get your bearings the last time you were here. Now, you can pick up a few more details as your eyes absorb everything they can about anything that gives you a hint about who this guy is.

The guy that’s been haunting your dreams for a week. Last week, when you walked back to the shop with Ellie to check on your car, you nearly tripped, watching Joel wipe the sweat off his face with the bottom of his shirt. You had just caught a glimpse of the trail of hair disappearing under his jeans, but it was enough to replay in your mind every night as you created your little scenarios to carry you off to sleep.

The scent memory was somehow worse. It was so easy to transport yourself back in time with the thought of the sweaty musk and the grease or oil smeared on his fingers. It shouldn’t turn you on, right?

You remember thinking he seemed so knowledgeable when describing the issue. You had no idea what he was talking about, but his low voice and patience were enough to tell you he could talk you through anything.

You notice a few other details as you enter his sacred space today. The woodworking projects, the band posters, and the pictures with Ellie and other family members tacked to the wall over another workbench.

Still, no Joel, however.

You circle the partially disassembled project truck and see a door to another room. It would be the office if the shop were a professional business. There’s a window along the wall, but instead of a boss watching an employee, it’s you hoping to see that brawny man and his dark curls.

As you step closer, you nearly squeal. There he is. Well, at least, you can see the broad shoulders and back you’ve been picturing above you in bed. You practically skip to the door. It’s already open a crack, and you give it a knock, calling his name as it swings open from the force of your rapping knuckles.

The next moment is a blur.

“Shit, fuck, hold on!” Joel shouts gruffly as he slams the door in your face. But you already heard it. The phony wailing noises that came from the busted speaker on his phone.

You still face the closed door, trying to process the interaction before he wrenches the door back open. He’s breathing rapidly, chest rising and falling, as he looks at you with wide eyes that quickly narrow.

“What are you doing here?” he barks.

Your hands fall to your sides, and you start to step back, ready to turn and run.

He catches your fear and tries to adjust, but you’re faster.

“Sorry,” you mumble as you turn and try to dash away. Joel’s quick, too, though, and he grabs your wrist.

“Hey, wait,” he loosens his grip when you spin back towards him, “I just didn’t hear you comin’. Wasn’t expecting you.”

“Sorry,” you repeat, stuttering as you continue, “I-I just, uh, just wanted to say thanks for your help last week.” You stare at the floor. Unsure why you’re embarrassed, you feel so small after he saw your face and practically shouted at you.

“All right,” he rumbles. You’re too busy staring at the crack in the concrete floor to notice how his eyes are glued to your exposed skin. Or to see the blotchy red flush that crawls up his neck and toward his face.

But your brain starts to catch up. Joel might’ve snapped at you, but you’re the one that caught him in the act. You don’t lift your head, but your eyes trail over his stained and faded jeans until you’re studying his crotch.

Bingo. It’s almost too easy. You can make out the outline of his erection tucked up in his waistband. Even more glaring evidence is the open fly. You wish you had caught what he was watching. How does he like it? What does he search for when he wants to jerk off in the back office on a hot Saturday afternoon?

He clears his throat, and you snap your attention to his face. “Was there somethin’ you needed?” He asks.

“Yes.” You tell him you’ve got a lasagna that should get into a fridge before it reheats in the sun. He follows you toward the front door and into the house, not missing how your hips sway as you lead.

Once the tray is shoved into the fridge, nestled between some takeout containers, he turns to thank you. “You didn’t need to do all that,” he gruffs over the cookies and homemade meal.

You step back to lean against the counter, littered with mail and more coffee cups, and let yourself check him out up close. His faded Creed t-shirt has holes around the neck. He’s got that same sweaty man musk going on, and you wish you knew why that stirred your arousal, but your pussy lacks logic.

“I know, I know,” you reply, “but you really saved my ass with the car, and I wanted to do something for you. You know, some way to pay you back?”

“All right, well, thanks,” he trails off. He doesn’t seem to know what else to say. Maybe you should be on your way already, but he’s not ushering you out the door.

This time, you do catch when his eyes drop to your chest. There’s no way you’re imagining the tension between you as you stand in his kitchen while he stares at your barely clothed tits, right? Fuck it. You’re gonna go for it.

You take a step towards him. “I wasn’t sure if it was really enough,” your voice is soft and tempting, and your sweet perfume wafts towards him like a lust potion. Joel swallows thickly as you approach.

He knows you must’ve put it together, but he tried to delude himself. Maybe you couldn’t hear the theatrical screams of the woman he was watching get railed before he slammed the door in your face. He hopes all you heard was Chad Kroeger’s voice screaming, “This time I'm mistaken

For handin' you a heart worth breakin'” from the stereo.. on the other side of the shop.

“You worked so hard,” you continued with one final step, and now you’re nearly toe-to-toe in front of him. “There has to be something else I could do.” You’re so close to him. He forgets to respond. It takes all his power to keep his eyes on your face.

You have a wild urge to taste the sweat on his neck, but you keep your tongue to yourself. He hasn’t made any move to encourage you, but he hasn’t stopped you yet either, so you figure it’s worth taking a risk.

“Maybe you’ve got a problem I could help you with.” You go for it, reaching your hand out to palm at the bulge in his jeans.

Again, too many things happen at once. Joel snaps out a “What?” in disbelief. His hand circles your wrist tightly. His hips jerk, involuntarily bucking into your palm. Your glossy lips part into an “o” shape at the size of his not-quite-hard cock. And now you’re both locked into this position like statues.

His fingers stay firmly wrapped around your wrist, but he doesn’t pull you away. Your fingers squeeze over his jeans, and your eyes flash wide as you can feel his cock twitch and stiffen at your touch. The touch that rapidly overrides your better judgment, drowning you in want. Your clit twitches itself in response, your nipples strain under your thin tank top, and your eyelids feel heavy immediately.

“What are you doing?” His voice crackles like he hadn’t just used it. You slide your hand to pop the button on his jeans, and he releases your wrist as you flip it to slip your fingers under the waistband of his boxers in search of his cock.

“Let me help,” you say in more of a whispered tone. The searing heat between Joel’s legs makes you salivate. Your fingers graze coarse curls before you acquire your target, wrapping your palm and fingers around his thick shaft. His size has your cunt throbbing in your shorts.

Joel’s eyes are squeezed shut. He looks nearly in pain. You pull your hand back out to let the pool of saliva on your tongue drip into your palm.

“Jesus,” he breathes out, watching your lewd maneuver. “You wanna help?” He repeats your plea in the form of a question, a little dumbfounded. He’s trying to figure out what’s happening right now.

“I do,” you answer in a honeyed voice as you dig your hand back into his pants. He’s unable to respond with words as you swirl your palm over the head of his cock, mixing saliva and precome, but his body eggs you on. He bucks into your fist, and you work quickly, pumping his throbbing length. The slick noises are muffled by the layers of clothing, but the grunts that catch in his throat shoot piping-hot desire straight into your core.

He looks a little desperate, eyes slammed shut again, jaw slack, arms hanging uselessly at his side. And for god knows why, the entire scene pulls a moan from your lips. The sweet sound snaps Joel back to attention. His hands shoot straight to your breasts, cupping them gently to feel them bounce against the motion of your arm wrestling with his jeans to keep stroking his cock.

They’re so close to spilling over your tank top on their own. Joel can’t resist tugging the thin material until they spill over the top. The sight alone nearly has him coming in his pants. But then you moan so loudly when he squeezes them both and pinches at your nipples, and he really can’t stop.

“Fuck, fuck, wait,” he spits out, but it’s too late. His hips jerk erratically, thrusting into your slick fist, and he’s coming. It coats your hand and wrist and makes an absolute mess. You relax your grip when his whole body seems to shudder and gently remove your hand. He tries to choke his groan of frustration before it surfaces, but he immediately pauses his shame spiral when he sees you suck your come-coated fingers one by one.

“God, that’s so fucking hot,” you tell him. At the same time, he’s muttering curses at the sight of you. You’re feeling a little giddy that all it took was your hand and showing your tits to have Joel losing control and spilling his load for you. It has your mouth curling into an impish grin.

He’s got the sight of you half topless in his kitchen, licking your fingers, looking awfully proud of yourself, etching into his memory. Before the blood can return to his brain, he grabs you tightly by the ribs and walks you backward towards the counter. He lifts you onto it and wrenches open your shorts, yanking at them as you lift your hips so he can slide them off of you and drop them onto the kitchen floor.

Yes! Yes! Yes! The horny little goblins in your brain shriek and chant, incited by the rough and impulsive way Joel gropes at you. It’s barbaric, and that delights you.

Sitting on the counter, you give him such perfect access to put his mouth on your breasts that he forgets what he was going to say. He mouths at each of them wetly, his beard tickling you as he’s busy sucking marks into your delicate skin. He sucks and bites at your strained nipples until your loud whines turn into a sharp gasp, and he pulls back.

The heavy-lidded look on your face has him diving back in for more, and you groan and arch into his touch. You rake your fingers into the curls at the back of his neck and tug at him. He grunts and moans into your skin, and it drives you wild. You need to feel him closer.

You grab the worn cotton on his shoulders until he lets you slip the shirt over his head and drop it onto the counter next to you. It gives you the briefest moment to take in the sight of his built chest and shoulders and softer midsection with that trail of hair you had memorized. You need to taste the salt on his skin.

Spreading your legs wider, he slots his hips against yours at the edge of the counter, and you run your tongue along his neck. You slide one of your hands down the smooth golden skin of his shoulder, and the other nestles back in his messy curls as his mouth finds yours.

He tastes like cheap coffee and the peppermint nicotine gum parked above his teeth along the left side of his mouth. You know it’s wrong that you can’t get enough. But you're helpless when he pulls your bottom lip between his teeth, and you mindlessly roll your hips, seeking any relief.

He’s grumbling in your ear about how it seems like you need help now, but you couldn’t care less about the words coming out of his mouth. His deep voice alone could get you off. You let out an uninhibited whine at the thought.

“Jesus Christ,” he pulls back. His head hangs, staring at the floor. He shakes it in what you assume is disbelief. You don’t want to wait for him to think any further. You grab his hand, pulling it between your legs.

“Really, fucking, hot.” You echo your earlier declaration. Doing your best to sound assertive. You figure at least your soaked panties will prove your point.

“Fuck,” he stifles a groan. You’re so wet it coats his fingertips through the thin material. He nudges his fingers into you, over your panties, and you whimper for him. The fabric sticks to you and makes an obscene sound as he toys with you for only seconds. “Oh, you do need my help. Hm?”

You nod, spreading your legs wider for Joel to have access. He scoffs at you, displayed eagerly atop his kitchen counter. “Just desperate for me, aren’t ya?”

You snap your legs back shut with a glare.

“No way,” you press, jabbing a finger into his chest, “you don’t get to laugh at me like I’m a slut for you when you just came in your pants for me.”

His nostrils flare, and blotchy red patches creep up his neck again. You aren’t sure what kind of bear you’ve just, quite literally, poked.

“But you are, aren’t you?” He challenges. “You came all this way in this excuse for a shirt, just for me.”

He wedges his hand back between your closed thighs, and you relax just enough to let him work his way back to your core. Your breathing gives you away when it hitches and stutters as he traces his fingers along the hem of the fabric between your legs. You let your legs fall a little wider apart, and he sinks a finger beneath the hem and right inside of you to the knuckle.

A whiny noise rolls in the back of your throat.

“Shh,” he sinks a second finger inside of you, and your muscles spasm and contract, “that’s better, hmm?” He slowly pulls his fingers almost all the way out and then plunges them back in. He repeats this, and your core tenses as you writhe for him.

“You need more?”

“Yes.”

“Yeah, you do.” He adds a third finger, and the slight stretch makes you hum.

“You just need to be filled up, hm?” He teases you. Awfully confident now for a guy you just caught watching porn on his phone in a grimy back office in the middle of the afternoon.

But your noises and impatient movements spur him on. His sticky cock is filling out his jeans again. He nearly drools at the thought of the wet walls of your cunt, currently wrapped around his fingers, sliding over his cock instead. He knows you want it, too.

“Don’t you?” He asks like you could read his mind.

“Hm?” You hum absently. Empty headed. You’re still taken by the entire pulpy, messy scene.

Reveling in the vulnerability of being spread open on his cluttered counter as you’re both half-dressed and panting in the other’s hot breath. Any semblance of the lightness of your mood is quickly replaced with a blinding need. His fingers work into you, making obscene sounds, and then you add your own fingers. Circling your swollen clit just as he lets you in on his vision.

“You wanna bounce on my lap. Fill this pussy with my cock.”

“Yes,” you hiss as you hover at the edge.

“Yeah, that’s it,” he watches your fingers working deftly over your swollen clit. The encouragement tips you over. Your body jolts erratically as you contract around his fingers, and bright sparks of pleasure course through you.

“Yeah, you’re gonna ride me like fuckin’ champ,” he decides. You pull at his wrist when you start to feel overwhelmed, and he slides his wet fingers over your soft inner thigh. He’s ready to grab you and carry you to the couch when both of your heads snap to attention at the sound of a door slamming in the driveway.

“Shit,” he grumbles, looking for the clock on the stove before he remembers it’s definitely not set to the right time. You move nimbly, shimmying into your shorts, snapping your straps back over your shoulder, and brushing your hair out of your face.

“Hey, wait,” he calls for you, but you’re on the move.

“Let me know when I can pick up the baking dish,” you call over your shoulder. Luckily, Joel’s next guest seemed to know him better. They were off to search the shop first, so you didn’t collide with anyone before you got to your car. Joel stayed locked in the kitchen, catching his breath while you started to pull away. He didn’t see that you stole his dirty Creed shirt off the counter before you skipped out the door.

When you grab it later to wear to bed, a naughty little smile tugs at the corners of your lips. When you pull the worn fabric to your nose to inhale deeply, you wonder if it’s one of those weird pheromone matches or something because you’re sure the sweaty man musk should be wrinkling your nose.

Instead, it makes you think of his big arms and chest filling out the shirt. And how his shoulder and back muscles ripple under his sun-bronzed skin. What they’d look like coated in a sheen of salty sweat as he railed you, bent over his workbench, under the watchful eye of the calendar model and her flirty smize.

The image has you interrupting your own scenarios-before-bed time. Maybe Joel needs a model from this decade. You giggle, bunching up the t-shirt to snap a tasteful shot of some underboob cleavage, with the faded Creed logo on full display.

You send it off with no context, figuring it’s self-explanatory. It’s less than a minute before your phone buzzes, and you feel the intoxicating rush rip through your body before you pick it up to see just the heading on your lockscreen:

Joel

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Plushies 4 - Teddy

Joel Miller x F!Reader - Yet ANOTHER plushie fic, follows Cluster

Plushies Series Masterlist

Can be read as standalone

Summary: Joel buys you two toys: a giant teddy bear from Costco. And a strap-on dildo.

Warnings: omg where to begin- stuffed animal masturbation, stuffed animal fucking, humping, 69-ing a stuffed bear, sucking dildo, dildo riding, anal play, anal sex, double penetration, pet names, daddy kink, slight cuck!Joel behavior, pussy slapping, finger fucking, vaginal fluids, language, Joel's plush obsession gone too far

18+ ONLY

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He's shopping in Costco when he sees the absolute behemoth of a Teddy Bear. Standing 7 feet tall, 75 pound of cotton belly, AND $100 off? Joel stares up at the thing and instantly knows he needs to get it for his girl. He doesn't care how ridiculous he looks lugging it into the shopping cart, women in the store eying him curiously as he checks out, and the jealous stares of children in the parking lot as hauls it in bed of the truck and speeds off home.

It just needs one more accessory and then it will be perfect.

Joel swipes his arm over the neatly made bed of squishmellows, not thinking twice as they clutter to the ground. He fetches big Teddy over his shoulder and slams its soft booty on the bed. The thing practically takes up the entire surface.

He hears you putting your purse and keys down on the counter in the kitchen. Quickly, he fashions his accessory to the bear before stepping away right as you open the door and are surprised to see him.

And a big fucking teddy bear on your bed.

"Joel! Oh my god!" You squeal giddily.

"You like it? This is Teddy's big brother. Like me"

"So the teddy you bought me for Valentine's day and I've buried in my pussy is...Tommy?"

Joel's hand twitches by his side as he stares at the bear. "Ok, This is Papi Teddy instead."

You kiss him on the cheek before jumping on the bed, legs spread like a starfish to latch yourself to the side. Joel laughs at how small you are compared to the monster. You wrap yourself around its side and smush your face into its dark soft curls, running your hands all over its body thinking about how Joel's hair is just as fluffy.

You go to sit in its lap to make Joel take a pic when you pause, noticing the hard thing between its chubby thighs.

"Joel. Why does this teddy have a strap on dildo?"

"Because he's a mature Teddy, baby."

Why can't I just have a normal fucking boyfriend who punches my stuffed animals' faces, you think to yourself.

"You spent $500 on a giant bear just so I could fuck it?"

"No. Of course not!" He exclaimed, hands on his hips. "It was on sale for $399."

"How much was the strap on?"

"... ok that was $79 with $20 shipping. Anyway, since you wanna fuck it so bad, go ahead. I didnt say shit. How did I end up with such a horny little girl?"

Sometimes you just wanted to slap him in his smug face.

Being such a hornly little girl (with your equally perverted boyfriend) is exactly how you found yourself in your current position, wearing cute lacy lingerie and bent over the enormous leg of the teddy bear, hand wrapped around it's silicon pink cock as you took it in and out of your mouth.

"Look so good swallowing Teddy's cock." Joel says. He sat in the chair opposite of the bed and watched you, leaning forward to get every detail of the way you slobbered all over it. "Like it when ya make a mess like that."

You hummed contently, bobbing your head to suck on the tip, giving Joel the show he wanted. It was like being front seat to his own private porno. He's been resisting touching himself, his bulge pressing painfully against the zipper of his jeans.

You pussy throbbs with need at the scene, the pink jeweled plug Joel had placed in your rear twitching each time you felt the tip of the cock gag your throat.

"Straddle his face baby. Let Teddy get a taste of that pussy." You do as he says, pulling your lips off of him to position yourself reverse cowgirl on the enormous plush. Your thigh swings over his massive head, pressing your hips down.

"Oooooohhhhhhh, fuck Joel," you moan when his giant snout makes contact with your clit, mounting it like a horse.

"Not me, princess. Tell 'im."

"Ahhhh, OH , oh God teddy. Love riding your f-face."

Joel humms in content, watching you arch your back with each grind against the plush. "Get back to swallowin that cock with those pretty lips. Show him what a real fuckin nasty girl you are."

You push your hair back with one hand and grab the base of dildo with the other, wrapping your lips around the tip before inching it deeper. Your hips continued to hump the bears face, his massive nose parting your thong, through your folds. A guilty wetness smears against the fluff, its curls darkening to Joel's likeness from your juices.

"Yeahhh, oh baby, you should see yourself right now. Gagging on a big fuckin bear cock. My slutty little whore. Takin it so deep—yeah thats it— all the way. Put 'im in your throat."

You gagg around the plastic, holding your head there as your eyes squeeze shut. You knew Joel loved the feeling, so letting him watch it from another perspective would drive him crazy. You pull away and sucked a breath of air before going to jerk the cock with the copious amounts of saliva you had coated on it. Drool hangs out of your mouth, dripping to your tits and onto the plush but you didn't care. Not when the satisfying grind against Teddy's face brought you closer and closer.

"Wanna cum on Teddy's face, Daddy," you moan, putting the tip back in your mouth and hollowing your cheeks as your hips moved faster.

"Bet Teddy would love it. Do it, rub your slutty cunt all over his face."

Your pace slows with a long whine, eyes closing as your moan around the cock while cumming.

"Fuck, that's so fucking hot, baby. You're a goddamn dream, ya know that?" He groans, leaning back and pressing his palm to his crotch to finally put some pressure on his tented dick.

Your orgasm had barely finished before you were picking up speed again, humping your Teddy's face with your fresh arousal. Your hole twitched against the anal plug. "Daddy, need you to take care of me."

"Ah uh. Teddy might not be able to cum in you like I can but his cock still needs some lovin' from that tight pussy of yours." Joel stands and walks close to the bed, no shame in rubbing his cock through his pants. You whine at the sight, rubbing your pussy faster.

"You makin' a mess over here yet?"

You proudly lay back from Teddy's face and spread your legs, showcasing the large wet area on the stuffed animals face and the equally dripping arousal between your legs, swirling your clit with your fingertip and moaning loudly.

Joel ran his thigh hands through the matted wet fur of the bears face. "Fuck yeah, good girl, good fucking girl." His other hand finds your puffy pussy, smacking your finger away as he drove two thick digits into your wet heat. He finger fucks you aggressively, marveling at your juices splashing against your thigh and down Teddy's forehead. "God damn, got me my own little pornstar."

You throw your head back, clawing to keep your own legs parted as he works your oversensitive spot over. He presses downward, feeling the bulge of the plug through your vaginal walls. Your juices leak down to the jewel, generously coating your puckered hole.

He quickly withdraws his finger, tugging at his button and zipper with a renewed sense of pace. "Get on that dildo and ride your new teddy bear."

Joel moves away to stand close to the bed as you flipp your leg around to straddle the plush's belly. You inch your hips lower, wiggling them slightly to entice Joel. He platfully slaps your ass, making you giggle. Your hand wrapping around the width of the cock to line up at your entrance.

A high pitched moan escapes your lips as you sunk down on the toy all the way to the base in one motion. Your lips find Teddy's nose as you adjust to the girth inside you, kissing it and tasting the remnets of your slick.

"Fuck me, princess," Joel coos, running his hand over the length of your back soothingly. You look stunning like this, the most gorgeous thing he'd ever seen. Is this what you always look like while riding his dick?

Gently yet sternly, you feel the pressure of his palm against your back, gliding along each ridge of your spin, urging you to move up and down on the dildo. You set off a slow pace, hands fisting the fluffy chest of your new Teddy friend, slick walls clamping down on both toys buried deep inside you. The plug in your ass occasionally nudged the tip of the dildo, making you whine. You felt very full, but not entirely too much. It was just perfect.

"How's Teddy's cock feel in your tight little snatch?" Joel guides your movements into a faster pace, now bouncing on the cock, tits jiggling with each thrust.

"Fuck, Teddy, feels so good inside me, fills me up so full." You glance at Joel who's licking his lips down at you. "Not as full as my Daddy's cock makes me feel," you add, smiling and biting your lip.

His lips clash against yours at the confession. Suddenly you feel your bralette being ripped off your chest. "Joel—" Your protest muffled by his incessant mouth, biting at your lips and sucking your tongue. You couldn't help but grind faster on the bear while Joel's fingers tweak your bare nipples and cup your swaying tits.

His other hand trails down your spine, swatting your ass. He tugs the thin fabric of the thong over your crack, pressing the anal plug further imside you. You keen into his mouth, tongue swiping his. His fingers honing on your hole, tapping it to remind you of its presence. He slinks further down to where you and Teddy's cock are joined together, your slick pouring down and staining the fluff below.

He feels your wetness at where your folds part to accommodate the pink length inside you. Hand now slick with your arousal, he inches back up to the plug, pressing it further inside you.

You gasp, breaking your heated kiss. "D-daddy, oh fuck... please," you cried, leaning forward, desperate to escape his pressure.

"You want me here?"

You nod, drunk on the need to cum again.

"Cum on Teddy's dick first."

You nod hazily again, arms propping you further up to recapture Joel's lips as he used the plug, tugging and pushing it inside your ass. Your hips move faster, now bouncing on your knees to get the tip of the cock to tap your g-spot inside. Joel loves how good you are at riding, always seeking your pleasure, knowing the exact angles to get yourself to cum.

Joel's fingers wrap around the exterior of the plug and pulls the base expanding around your hole and pulling it out. You cried out in ecstacy. "TEDDY oh—fu-fuuuccckk, s'good oh shit! M'cummin'—cumming on Teddy's cock! Yesyesyes, ughhh—teddyteddyteddyteddy—" you chant, cumming hard on the dildo, arms giving way as you crashed down on Teddy's chest, pussy grinding down against the plush surroundings as you floated in your orgasm.

Joel wastes no time, mounting you from behind, one knee pressing into the mattress with his foot planted directly next to the plush bear foot. You yelp as Joel pushes your body fully flush against the bear, the dildo sinking deeper into your cunt. "Hold on to Teddy, baby."

Your arms wrap around Teddy's middle. You felt a gob of slimy liquid fall directly on your puckered hole, gaping as it swallowes down Joel's spit. His hand spread your ass to watch it twitch, rubbing the tip of his cock to smear it all over, dipping inside ever so slightly before retreating, prepping you.

"Obedient little bitch in heat, just begging to get stuffed full of cock tonight. Gonna take both our dicks at the same time?"

You whine in the bears fluffy chest, wiggling your hips in the air to entice Joel's movements into action.

He lines the tip of his cock against your pulsing little hole before pushing in just the tip, your muffled moans being swallowed by the plush below you.

"So fuckin' tight, babygirl. Holy shit. Never gonna get used to this perfect little ass," He groans, eyes fluttering at the squeeze of your walls struggling to accommodate his length. While the dildo buries in your pussy was generously sized, it was nothing compared to Joel's girth and length, practically splitting you in half.

Teeth clenching into the fluff fabric, you swallow down a cry as Joel's hips inched further, invading your guts.

Joel let out a pained breath as he bottoms out inside your ass. "Fuck, princess. How you feelin'?"

"S-so-so f-mm-fuullll."

He leaned over your body, pressing his cock further into you, his belly slotting perfectly along your arched back. He brushes your hair away from your face to kiss your cheek.

God, you loved this man so fucking much.

He sits back up, aggressive hands seaking your waist as set a brutal pace, hips rutting into the fat of your cheeks.

Nevermind, fuckJoelfuckJoelfuckJoelfuckJoel—

You were trapped between the giant head of the bear and Joel's incessant pounding. Each drive of his hips push you down further into Teddy's softness, the dildo inside you plunging deeper, rubbing against the inside of your belly. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, tongue out panting like a dog, arms wrapped so tightly around the plush as you held on for dear life.

"So fuckin' good, oh my Fuck, you're an angel. Just a doll, takin' my cock like this. Getting fucked by your Daddy and your Teddy too—FUCK—sweetest little cunt and ass, my perfect little cock slut, so amazing, 'm so lucky, love ruinin' this ass—holy s-shit!"

The combined fullness of the dildo and Joel's cock inside you rubbed all the deepest, desperate parts inside you, filling you to the brim over and over again. Both cocks rubbing against your walls, their tips nudging, lengths pressing against each other through the membrane. You could feel a drop of Joel's sweat trickle down your back, his harsh almost pained breaths filling the room along side the obscene slapping of his hips against yours.

"You like this? Like getting pounded like the little whore you are?"

"Yes,yesyes holy fuck Daddy yes! Love getting railed by your big cock in my ass, Teddy deep in my pussy—oh fuck Joel 'm cumming!"

You clenched around both Joel's and Teddy's length as you came, screaming into air, uncontrollable shaking as you hump and grind your clit into the soft plush under you, tits pressing against its fullness.

Joel's fingernails dig painfully into the sides of your hips, stuttering his pace as the feeling of you clamping down on him. Brows furrowed, he let out a pained and long growl as he stills completely, cock pulsing, dumping a massive load of his seed deep inside you.

He slips his softening cock out of you carefully before collapsing on top of your sweaty back, sandwiching you between him and the bear.

"I love you," he whispers right into your ear, only for you.

Afterwards, Joel cleaned you up with a warm towel, leaving you sprawled arms and legs draped over the bear in the same position he fucked you in, exhaustion preventing you from doing anything other than wince when Joel slipped the silicon cock out of you. He showered you in praise and sweet kisses all over your body, cradling you to lie on your back as he removed the soaked Teddy bear from the bed. He climbed into the sheet with you, after having tossed a few more plushies around your body to surround you in extra softness.

You slept for a few hours. When you awoke, your eyes adjusted the blurriness to see Joel luing next to you on his back, a squishy sitting on his chest as he playfully tilted it to brush again his nose, staring at it with a straight face.

"That one's cute. You wanna take him home?" You asked curiously.

"Well, I mean Kitty is there all by herself on my big bed, could use a friend..." he mumbled, not totally aware that you were watching him eye your stuffed animals on the bed. "Or that's the shit you'd say, right?" He added quickly.

You playfully pout with him, trying to hold a giggle. "He does need a friend..." You said, hoping to encourage this newfound softness of the man you love.

Joel nodded briefly before pausing his fiddling. "Kitty's a he?"

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Extended scene:

"Nah uh, I read all cats are girlies on the little machine at The Olive Garden."

"The what?"

"The little tablet thing at Chili's? Says all cats are ladies."

"You mean the true or false quiz that says: Calico cats are almost all female?"

"Yeah 'ats that one."

"That's ONE breed of Kitty Joel."

"I'd like to breed your kitty."

"I can't take you anywhere."

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Next: Piggy

Or more Teddy special

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 10 months ago

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Dirty Work 22

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as bullying, familial discord/abuse, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You start a new gig and find one of your clients to be hard to please.

Characters: Loki

Note: Sinuses are trying but I'm fighting!

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me.

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I love you all immensely. Take care. 💖

"There you are. Lots to go around," Frigga seals the top of another container. "It'll be a nice surprise, eh?"

"Uh, thank you," you offer a fragile smile.

"Of course, dear. I know how stressful it can be to care for the sick. Odin, my husband, had a scare a few years back. A heart episode..." she explains as she puts the large containers in a cloth bag, "it was a rather eventful family dinner, to say the least."

You let your smile fall. You're reminded of your father on the floor, lifeless, your mouth over his as you desperately tried to breathe life into him. The kitchen blurs around you as you revert to the horror of that moment.

"Darling," Frigga frightens you with a gentle squeeze on your forearm, "apologise if I said something."

"No, no, my dad will be happy," you roll the tension from your shoulders. "Leslie too."

"Leslie?" She prompts curiously.

"His nurse. Sometimes she cooks dinner so this will save her some work."

"Ah, a nurse. That must be expensive."

"A little," you admit, "I have some stuff to finish up on still..."

"Oh, don't let me keep you any longer. I know how demanding my son can be," she pats the bag and slides it to the corner of the counter, "this will be waiting for you."

"Thank you. Again."

You turn to go, little, reluctant steps as you venture back into the large house. Dread slows your feet like a ball and chain as you climb the staircase, pausing every few steps to listen. Mr. Laufeyson is lurking somewhere, like a snake in the grass, you know it.

You turn towards the library and pass the open study door. You peek inside and find it empty. You press on and knock before you enter the library. Alone, you shut the door and let out a heavy breath.

Your heart is racing as if you've escaped some terrifying race. You go to the desk and sit, leaning forward to plant your elbows in front of the closed laptop and cradle your head. What is happening? You can't handle all this. You need to get it together. But how? You've never dealt with any of this before; the spreadsheet, the woman coddling you, and the man who looms in the shadows.

Shoot! You forgot about Ronan. He's due to finish soon. You should go check on him. You stand up and spin, stopping short as a figure fills the door frame between the study and library. You stare at Mr. Laufeyson like a doe caught before a speeding car.

"You have some time," he raises his wrist, checking his watch; the black band and the blue face, that little accessory that caused so much trouble.

"Um, yes, I was going to see the carpenter--"

"I've dealt with him. He's loading up his truck now," Laufeyson slithers forward, "you needn't worry about him."

"Oh, thank you, Mr. Laufeyson," you look down and open the laptop, stunned by the image on the screen.

You expect your screensaver to cascade down but instead, there's a woman in a rather scant black and white outfit. Your lips part and you slam shut the computer. Your fingers rest on the lid as Mr. Laufeyson strides closer.

"Hope you don't mind I borrowed your laptop, my own was charging," he purrs, "bit of online shopping, seeing as my mother's hard work should save us some cost on culinary services."

"Mr. Laufeyson," you tremble, staring at the desk, "what..."

He hums and leans in, his fingers splayed wide as he places his hands on the wood, "what...hm?"

You steel yourself and force yourself to look him in the eye. You flinch at the darkness there and stutter. "Wh-what are you doing?"

He snickers and tilts his head, "I simply thought you earned a bonus with all your hard work," his tongue pokes out as he smirks. "It should suit you well..."

You take a step back, nearly falling into the chair as you collide with it. You can't hear above the pounding in your temples. No, it can't be what you think it is. He's not saying that. He can't expect you to wear that... that... thing. You stumble around the seat and scurry to the door, fumbling with the handle as his calm pursuit trails after you.

As you pull the door inward, it snaps back shut. His hand is above you on the wood as he pens you in against the door. You whimper and clutch the handle tightly, pressing yourself to the door as your heart hammers against your ribs. You shudder as his other hand curves around your waist.

"When it arrives, you will put it on," he commands, "and you will begin your duties as always."

"Mr. Laufeyson, please, I'm scared--"

"You needn't be," he purrs as he leans in to inhale your scent, his breath grazing your scalp, "you take orders rather well. I trust you will continue to do so."

"I don't--" you wisp as you brace the door, his fingertips poking into your side as he grips you tighter, "I don't want to..."

"Mm, pet, you should know by now," he loosens his hold on you and lets his hand stretch across your stomach, dragging it up to your chest as he brings himself flush to your back, "this isn't about what you want." He bends and nips your ear with a growl, "you wouldn't want to let dear old dad down, would you?"

You whine and twist the handle frantically. You're pinned to it as he continues to grope you, rolling his body against yours from behind as he groans. You're mortified as heat radiates from his touch and floods your veins. The flames lick at you and have you tingle as nuzzles you breathily.

"Didn't think so," he rasps and slowly draws away.

He backs away as your knees buckle and you slide down the door, crumpling against it. His shadow struts away as your hands shake and you watch them in a haze of shock. You're weak, you're stupid, and you're worthless.

You could scream for help, you could run out, you could try. But you won't because he's right. You can't. You need him more than he needs you.

💄

Mr. Laufeyson opens the door ahead of you, waiting patiently as he turns to watch you. You carry the bag of containers against your work bag down the hall as Frigga trails you. She informs you that she put a few extra goodies in as a surprise. You nod and thank her, trying not to show your discomfort as you near your employer.

"Thank you, mother, but I'm certain she is eager to be away," Laufeyson intones, "she has a loving father waiting for her at home."

You flinch. You still wonder if he'd witnessed that pocket dial or not. He's hard to read even when he's spelling it out clearly. You bid a final goodbye but scuff to a halt as Laufeyson stretches out an arm.

"Allow me," he takes the bag from you, his hand brushing yours before closing around the straps.

"Aw, Loki, my gentleman," Frigga preens, "darling, you have a good night."

You let him take the tote and your work bag. You precede him out the door, fluttering your fingers as if to shake away his touch. He follows you as his mother watches from the door. You keep your head forward as he comes close, sidling around you to open the passenger door before you can do so yourself. His behaviour sets you even more on edge. He's taunting you.

You get in and make yourself as small as you can in the seat. You refuse to look at him as you buckle in. He shuts the door and opens the rear one, placing the bags on the backseat before he diverts around the hood. He claims the driver seat, the car shifting slightly with his weight. He pushes the ignition and the car whirs to life. You fixate on the dashboard, trying to tamp out his presence and the memories nipping at your mind.

He clicks his belt into place and adjusts the mirror. He takes his time. You can tell it's deliberate. You don't understand him, but you're starting to. Everything he does is for his own delight, which he seems to draw only from your distress. You've never met anyone like him.

"A lovely day," he declares as he shifts gear, "wasn't it, pet?"

You blink and look at your lap, tracing a line on your palm.

"Now, don't be rude, I asked a question."

"Yes, Mr. Laufeyson," you mutter.

"You must be tired," his hand wanders from the stick to your knee, "why don't you close your eyes and enjoy the ride?"

"I'm okay," you fold your arms as he squeezes your leg.

"What is the matter, hm? You seem perturbed, pet."

You shudder and put your hand on his as it starts to crawl higher, "Mr. Laufeyson, please stop calling me that."

"I'm tired of your little game," he pinches the tender flesh of your leg.

"I'm not--"

"I've made myself very clear," he taps your leg before slipping his hand out from under yours, "I am interested and that's that. I am wealthy, attractive, I hardly see how it would be an issue..." he steers with one hand as he speaks to the road, "especially for someone like you."

It hurts. To have it said aloud. Not his intent, no, but your worth. Or, what you lack. Who are you to be picky?

You wiggle your nose and turn your face away. You don’t respond as your gaze pans through the window. Your eyes singe and your nose tingles. You feel like the little girl standing against the wall again. The whispers swirling all around you, fingers pointing, voices jeering…

The silence stretches the minutes to eons. You watch the streets pass and lean into each turn. Finally, he steers onto a familiar road. You’re almost there.

He slows and pulls against the curb outside your father’s house. You unbuckle the seat belt and he does the same. You glance up at him but he doesn’t notice. He gets out on his side as you hesitate. Before you can even get your door open, he’s halfway around the car.

You climb out, nearly colliding with the rear door as he swings it open. You sidestep it as he bends to reach within. He pulls out both bags, elbowing the door shut carelessly before stepping up on the pavement. You reach for your work bag and he evades your grasp.

“Ah ah, I insist, it wouldn’t be very nice to let you struggle with all of this.”

You pout. Nice? When has he ever been nice? He’s mocking you again.

“Mr. Laufeyson, please,” you beg, “I can handle it–”

“Go on, pet,” he motions ahead of him with the square tote, “it’s rather rude to refuse an offer of help.”

You cringe and shrug helplessly, throwing your hands up slightly. What else can you do but obey? He knows you have no other choice and he basks in that fact.

You turn and slouch, dragging your feet up the walk as he follows you. You search for an excuse to keep him outside. Some sort of out. He has to understand, your father is sick!

He trails you onto the porch and you stop at the door, facing him.

“I can get it from here,” you eke out.

“Nonsense, I don’t mind–”

“Please, Mr. Laufeyson, my father doesn’t feel well most days. He’s not fit for visitors.”

“I’ve come all this way. I know manners are hardly in vogue around these parts but it is only polite to invite someone in,” he reproaches.

You whimper. Why are you doing this? You don’t ask. You know already. He’s doing it because he can. Because you won’t stop him. You can’t.

“I don’t want you to go in,” you confess as you look down, “please don’t go insi–”

You hear the door, the loud groan of the squeaky hinges before the screen door hits your shoulder. You sidle out of the way and turn to Leslie as she pokes her head out. Her eyes flick up to Mr. Laufeyson and her forehead ripples in surprise.

“I was wondering what all the chatter was,” she opens the door wider, “what’s all this?”

“Um, Leslie,” you gulp, “I…” you blink and look at Mr. Laufeyson, “this is my boss. He just drove me home.”

“How nice,” she remarks, “that’s… him?” She steps out completely, “he’s your boss?”

“Loki,” he introduces himself, “charmed.”

“Me too, me too, I… Leslie, I help her father, I’m the nurse,” she explains.

“We brought dinner,” Laufeyson lifts the tote higher, “my mother wanted to send her well wishes. She heard about her father and wanted to help out.”

“That is so sweet,” Leslie fans herself, “please, sir, come in, come in, Charles will be so happy to meet you.”

Doom crashes down on you. You stand back as Leslie holds the door open and you only vaguely hear Laufeyson’s insistence that you go first. You move in a fuzzy sludge, barely aware of the world around you as your legs carry you on habit alone.

You stand in the front entryway as Mr. Laufeyson hands over the bag. Leslie takes it with glee and hurries away. You sway and touch your forehead. You wince as he touches your arm.

“Mm, this place is… vintage,” he muses as he nudges you, “please, introduce me. I’ve heard so much.”

You breathe out shakily and curl your fingers into fists. You give a pleading look. You’re already too embarrassed to tell him the truth. He doesn’t want to meet your father and your father doesn’t want to meet him.

You surrender and turn cautiously. You meekly pass through the entryway, your father’s shoulders hunched over the table as he works on the puzzle. You shuffle closer, standing just behind the corner of the couch.

“Dad,” you utter, “um… this is my boss, Mr. Laufeyson. He, er, he brought us some food.”

“Eh, is that what she was going on about?” He snorts into a cough and covers his mouth. He makes no move to rise as he reaches for another piece.

“Charles, is it?” Laufeyson steps forward, stopping just beside you, “I prefer Loki. It’s a pleasure to finally meet.”

“Chuck,” your father snarls, “call me ‘Chuck’.”

“Of course, Chuck, I didn’t mean to presume.”

Your dad tosses the peace and scoffs. He coughs again and stands, adjusting the tub below his nose as he rounds on his visitor. Mr. Laufeyson doesn’t waver as your dad scowls in his direction.

“Wonderful home you have,” Laufeyson offers his hand.

Your father looks at his fingers then narrows his eyes at his face. Mr. Laufeyson is a head taller, though your dad is wider. He claps his hands against your boss’s and tries to jerk his hand. The effort teeters your father but does not affect the other man.

“You’re the one dressing her up like your little whore,” your dad sneers.

Mr. Laufeyson laughs curtly, “pardon?”

“Look at that skirt,” your father spits.

“Better than the rags you supplied,” Mr. Laufeyson retorts without pause, “I can see she didn’t get her manners from you.”

“What did you say to me, boy?” Your father’s face contorts with rage, “you come into my home and– and– and–”

Your father coughs between each word until he’s racked and quaking. He grips the armrest as he leans forward and covers his mouth, unable to stop the fit. You go to help him but Mr. Laufeyson blocks you with his arm.

“He has his nurse,” he says brusquely.

“Please,” you beg.

“Don’t think I don’t know what you are,” Laufeyson lowers his voice dangerously as your father heaves, clutching his chest.

“Fuck off,” your dad chuffs out.

Laufeyson snickers and sighs, “are you always so hospitable, sir?”

“If I wasn’t chained to this thing,” your dad clutches the tube trailing down his chest.

“Alas, you are,” the taller man shakes his head, “let’s not. We have a lovely dinner waiting for us. A real man might even be grateful.”

“I’m not hungry,” your father turns and drops onto the couch. “Choke on it.”

Mr. Laufeyson lowers his arm and takes your hand without a look. He drags you away from the couch. He pulls you level with him and commands you to lead him. You take him into the kitchen where Leslie stands by the stove, the radio buzzing on the shelf.

“Just gonna pop it in the oven for a couple,” she smiles, “hon, why don’t you grab some plates?”

“Yes, why don’t you,” Laufeyson urges, “we’ll sit down and have a lovely family dinner.”

#loki #dark loki #dark!loki #loki x reader #fic #dark fic #dark!fic #series #au #maid au #dirty work #avengers #mcu #marvel #thor

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tinybabiebear · 1 year ago

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cheap stores to find agere objects!

in person

dollar stores

often in dollar stores you can find a specific baby section with low-priced baby objects! though sometimes there are objects that only specifically babies can use, there are some agere friendly objects as well!! some of the things you can usually find here are:

- teethers

- sippy cups

- baby powders / lotions

- bath toys

- baby toys / blocks / rings

- stuffed animals

- hair bows / accessories

- rattles

- off-brand bigger kid toys

- colouring books + crayons

2. walmart , target, etc

though this can be less cheap than places such as dollar stores, there’s often either more options or more on-brand objects here. here you can find toys and themed objects for kids from popular tv shows, or branded stuffed animals. there’s a variety of options for many different agere age ranges! some of the things you can usually find here are:

- baby bottles ( be careful of the teet )

- sippy cups / themed sippy cups

- kid cups

- teddy bears / stuffed animals ( of shows and other popular brands )

- dolls / barbies / trucks / etc

- bigger kid toys & popular brand toys

- baby lotion / powder / oil

- baby food ( either the squeeze type / liquid or puffs! )

- teethers / ice teethers

- pacifiers ( i wouldn’t recommend, they will hurt your teeth ! )

- security blankets

- kids plates

- baby / kids books

online

etsy

etsy can be tricky! a lot of the time there are shops that aren’t sfw, which isn’t always comfortable or available for minors under the age of 18! if you’re uncomfortable with that, make sure to add ‘ sfw ‘ and ‘ agere ‘ to your searches, aswell as checking description boxes of either the listing or the shop in specific. also watch the shipping on certain listings as they can be very expensive ! some of the things i often find myself searching for and you can find here are:

- adult bottles with adult nipples ( this means that you can use them without hurting your teeth as much! ) / these can also be themed towards shows and characters aswell as have themes in general!

- adult pacifiers ( these can also hurt your teeth much less and are safer to use! )

- baby hat / mitt / boots in adult size

- adult onesies

- baby sensory cubes

- sensory objects ( chewies, sensory books, fidget toys, etc! )

- adult diapers / training pants ( make sure to be extra careful with brands if you’re uncomfortable with not sfw shops!! also, make sure to be very careful with sizes as sometimes these can be sized weird. )

- adult length pacifier clips

- adult sized bibs

- bloomers

- rattles & stuffed animals

2. amazon

amazon is a limited place for specific agere products but it has a wide variety for baby products in general! not only this, but their shipping is often very discreet and also fast + inexpensive! keep in mind shops that aren’t sfw again if you’re uncomfy with that! some shops that are popularly available on amazon are: LFB, rearz, landofgenie, etc. some products you can find here are:

- adult onesies

- adult pacifiers

- adult bottles

- adult bibs

- sippy cups + cutlery, plates, cups, etc

- stuffed animals, rattles + sensory

- adult diaps / cloth diaps

- teethers / ice teethers

- baby powder/lotion

- bibs

- adult pacifier clips

- fidget toys / toys / dolls, fandom/theme plushies + toys

- footed jammies

- changing pads

- overalls

- colouring books

- play tents

- mobiles + crib accessories

- DS + DS games

- leapfrog toys

- accessories ( ex: boys, headbands, clips, necklaces, etc )

- bubble bath / bath toys

- night lights

- long socks / paw socks

3. aliexpress

make sure to be careful here!! you can find most things that you’d be able to on amazon here, but make sure whatever you buy has reviews!! if not, it’s easy to get scammed. not only this, but it takes a long time to ship!

4. shein

shein is probably the most limited out of these options! you can find more discreet things here rather than more open things! some things you can find here + what to search for to find them are:

- onesies! i often use the words ‘ bodysuit / t-shirt bodysuit ‘

- cute water bottles!! sometimes you can find sippy cups here but they take a bit of searching for! ‘ cute water bottle / kids water bottle / sippy cup ‘ usually work!

- thigh / knee high socks!

- overalls

- nightlights

- fidget toys / stuffed animals

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oliversrarebooks · 7 months ago

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Brainwashing Chair CYOA - Arrival

tw: kidnapping, restraints, conditioning

Previously and previously

Masterlist Next

You chose: defiant, fighting tooth and nail and cheerful pet training facility

You can see the pet training facility from the window of the van. It's a deceptively cheerful looking place, a modern building with big, sunlit windows and flowering bushes. You see an ordinary looking couple heading in the front door, excited and happy.

You're not going to be brought in the front door, of course. They're not going to drag you past the showroom or the play area or the accessory shop or the pet grooming stations. That might disturb the customers looking to adopt a new pet, remind them where their pets are coming from. That won't be tolerated.

So you're not surprised when the van turns from the entrance to drive around the back, into a dingier area where trucks are making deliveries. You're a delivery yourself, you suppose. The zip ties around your wrists and ankles chafe, and the gag in your mouth is coated with your saliva. The man in a smart looking uniform next to you is scrolling on his phone, not paying you any mind. It's just another workday for him. Just another workday taking a new pet to their fate.

But his ordinary workday might just be the end of your life as you knew it.

Masterlist Next

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ria-writes-stories · 7 months ago

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Self care day

Ship: Nuzi Genre: Fluff/Cotton Description: The sillies going to the mall

@maryalezoo --------------

(No one's pov)

Since murder drones, well one of the last living murder drones, stopped killing worker drones, Uzi had all that she needed to go out and explore. Not that she couldn't kill another murder drone again but killing her friend wouldn't be beneficial. How would he fly her to one of those abandoned malls if she did? "Uh- Uzi, this place looks wasted." "Well duh, it's been abandoned for so long, we just need to find the power generator, turn it on and we should have some electricity running around for the lights…" "I dunno Uz…" N said as he looked around skeptical fiddling with his hands. "Oh come on! There's no hollow spooky crab here! Come on!" Uzi said grabbing N's hand as she began to run through the mall with him. "WOAH-" "COME ON! KEEP UP!" Uzi said giggling, she seemed really excited to explore this abandoned building for some reason, N didn't understand why, but it made him happy that she was happy. So, he soon began to run with her as well.

At some point during the run N took off with his wings. "HEY! NOT FAIR!" Uzi shouted as N simply laughed as he spun around in the air, but when he looked back Uzi was gone, and oh boy that panic hit him harder than a truck. "Uzi-? Uzi? UZI!" N shouted out as he looked around desperate. Was there anyone else in the building besides them? What if there was another murder drone around? What if something got her? What if she got lost? Oh no! Uzi in the meantime was laughing her ass off behind a corner, covering her mouth as to not to make too much sound.

For the next ten minutes N went around like a mad dog on the loose while Uzi constantly hid as quiet as she could, moving from one place to another as he searched for her. N took a moment to breath in when he suddenly heard a small snicker. But soon enough that went quiet as joy and laughter were replaced with shock and horror as Uzi looked up at N with confusion deep burried in her eyes. His eyes were turned into that awful X and his sharp teeth were threatening to bite. Uzi stayed quiet as N pinned her down, what happened? Did he overheat and went into overwrite? Did- He started to laugh… "Bahahahahaha!" "Hey!" "You should have seen your face Uzi- ahahahaha!" Uzi punched him in the shoulder as N continued to laugh. "You started it!" N reminded her as she mumbled and crossed her hands and looked away mumbling, but she then got her idea for revenge.

"Hey! I know where to go, I saw a shop somewhere down this floor." "Aren't we looking for that power generator?" "Eh, screw it, it's old and broken most likely. Come on, this will be much better." "Ok! Just… don't do that again." "Says the one that doesn't listen to those exact words." "When since prom have I got split into half?" N asked as he followed close behind Uzi as the girl simply rolled her eyes.

As N continued to follow her, Uzi suddenly squalled and rushed into one of the shops. N looked up at what was written above it. "Hot…topic? What's hot topic?" "N! LOOK AT THIS!" The sudden tonality change in Uzi's voice startled him and it made him so very sure that she was actually in danger, but instead she was holding…hair pins? "Uh…what?" "Look how many things are here! Oh I've waited forever to be into one of these!" Uzi said as she ran around through the shop digging through the anime merchandise and the emo-goth accessories and clothes. "You…want to try some of these on?" N asked confused as he looked around at the stuff that were there. "YES!" Uzi said excitedly. None of this was his style… He was more…elegant to say so, or at least simple. He was used to a whole different style of clothes but he'd go with whatever made her happy. "Okay!" N said with a small smile as he gave her one of the accessories from the higher shelves. "Don't just stand there idiot! Go get dressed up too!" Uzi urged him as she pushed him out of the store. "W-wait what?!" "You heard me!" "But I don't know what to even-"

"Not with clothes from here! Go somewhere else!" "Why…?" "Don't you want new clothes?" "I'm fine with my coat honestly-" "N. Go find clothes. Come on you'll like it. You can dress with whatever you like and find." "But…" "Come ooooooooon, we'll meet here afterwards!" "Well, alright then-" "Cool! And don't peek in here if you finish earlier than me!" Uzi said before going into one of the changing rooms there as N was left more confused than ever before he roamed around the place looking for a shop similar to the one he found for his costume and V's dress. Maybe it was due to N's weird visions of himself in that butler suit, but he had a thing for fancier and more elegant things, simple but stylish. If you'd ask him what stylish is he'd ask if it's a dog, he only knows the word 'dapper' and he can only 'feel' what he likes. He's a little goofster like that.

Eventually N found a shop filled with suits, and oh boy the headache to find one that looked good on him. Those his size weren't appealing, the color yellow was just out of the question, his eyes were yellow too so it didn't work. Grey, white and silver were also poor choices. He tried black and white but it was too… plain and it gave him a bad feeling, like in his dreams… He ended up walking out of the shop like a watered down dog. He really did want to participate in this thing Uzi was doing but he just didn't know how.

As he was walking back he spotted something on one of the stores. A back pack. A black backpack with tiny wings like the one's of a bat. The first thing that he thought of when he saw that was Uzi, so he did the most natural thing, take it. Maybe he couldn't find things for himself…but maybe he could find something for her!

N's mood changed entirely to joyful as he began to roam around the mall collecting various items, a flashlight, some batteries to make it work, and others that gave what he called 'detective dapper items for great adventures!'

By the time Uzi got out N was already there, waiting patiently outside of the shop with his tail waggling from side to side. ". . .?" Uzi looked confused as N seemed to be holding something behind himself. "Did…you find something to your liking?" Uzi asked puzzled. "Nope! But I found something for you!" N said with a bright joyful smile as he held out the backpack filled with the various items inside. Uzi gasped in surprise as he took the backpack and analyzed it. Soon enough a small blush crept on her face as she looked away flustered. "I… didn't find anything for myself either… Those things were great but not me style… so uhm…" Uzi said as he held out a coat that was probably N's size. It was made out of far better quality and it had very fluffy fur at the scurf, far more cozy than what N have…as well as a camper costume. "I found these tho… So I thought I could-" N practically snatched the clothes out of her hands as she looked at them absolutely mesmerised. Uzi did pay attention to him…she did!

A few days prior

"Uzi, what's a camp consoler?" "Hm? Oh, it's an adult that takes care of a group of campers, basically people going out in the wild to sleep out in nature and do all sorts of activities." "Woah! So- you get to have fun with a bunch of people?" "I mean- yeah but you are also responsible for their safety and-" "That's so cool!" N said happily as Uzi looked at him confused. "What?" "I'd love to be a camp consoler with you Uzi! We could have so much fun!" "I don't want to be one-" "Then I can be the camp consoler for you!" N said happily. "We'd have so much fun! What do you even do in a camp?" "Well… there are various things for it and-" "Wait-! How do I have to dress for it? I can't wear impractical clothes." "N, I don't think you even have clothes for that…" "Oh…" N said as he pouted a little as he looked away. "Stop thinking of that! Come on we got other things to do." Uzi scolded but she felt bad for him. "Oh- right! Ok!"

Present time

"So… I was thinking of getting to this camp but it's too big of a trip so, I talked with my teacher to make a camping trip and stuff…you could come along…with V… I will be searching for some answer regarding all of these things and-" N hugged Uzi tightly to his chest. "Thank you Uzi." He said happily as Uzi blushed heavily and looked away flustered. "You're welcome- h-hey! Let go of me!" "Why?" "Because- EEEEEP!" Uzi yelped as N began to spin around with her, making the poor worker drone dizzy. He got too excited…

By the time Uzi got on her feet she was barely holding balance and ended up falling, thankfully N was there to catch her. "Woah! Easy there!" "You're the one that spun me!" "Oh yeah- I'm sorry, let's sit down." "There's nowhere to sit." Uzi said holding her head but before she knew it N was sitting on the floor with her on his lap. As the realisation slowly sunk into Uzi her cheeks got warmer and warmer, and N noticed this, placing his hand on her forehead. "Are you ok Uzi?" "I'm fine! Stop asking!" Uzi said with a small frown as she slapped his hand away while looking away absolutely embarrassed.

Two clueless idiots, unsupervised and confused with their emotions, not that their parents, well, Uzi's parents- parent- not as if the older drone generation had a clue more of how to handle emotions and how they work but you get the point.

Why is it so hard to hang out with your guy friend? Why was it so hard to make your girl friend happy? Neither of them had answers, but they knew that they felt great in each other's pressence, nothing felt scary anymore, nothing felt bad anymore, and that was all that they needed after going through so much on their own. They finally found their home.

The end

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yandereinc · 2 years ago

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Isekai - Yandere!ShalnarkxFem!Reader 04

Prologue Chapter 01 Chapter 02 Chapter 03 Chapter 05 Synopsis: You have an unfortunate encounter with Truck-kun which leads you to wake up in the HXH universe.

It was currently 3 pm, and you had three hours to get to the restaurant. After quickly looking up the restaurant you found that it was fairly close. Which meant you had plenty of time to go dress shopping. After another search, you found the address of a clothing store that sold just what you were looking for.

it took you around fifteen minutes to get there on foot. The saleslady greeted you with an eager smile. For a second you thought she would ignore you because you weren't dressed for a store as fancy as this one. But apparently, she didn't care. She was as friendly as any good salesperson would be.

"Good afternoon, Ma'am. How can I help you?" she asked as she approached you. Her uniform made her look like a flight attendant but it fit her well.

"I have a… well a date tonight at the Catch 44 and I was looking to buy an outfit. A complete outfit. Dress, shoes, accessories, everything really," you told her. Nothing you were currently wearing would fit the dress code of the restaurant.

"In that case, you're at the right address, follow me please," she said. When you followed her you could read the name on her nametag. It read Hermione. She certainly didn't look like a Hermione Granger, more of a Hermione Lodge. Elegant and beautiful, making you feel a bit out of place with your shirt, jeans, and sneakers.

Since you had never been to a restaurant this fancy before you decided to let Hermione take the lead. Letting her decide on the dress, shoes, necklace, and purse.

That turned out to be the right decision. The black dress hugged you just the right way to show off your curves. It was a floor-length dress that completely covered your shoes. Making you wonder if you could just wear your own sneakers, but the suggestion made Hermione frown and you decided against it.

The purse was simple but elegant, and so were your necklace and earrings. They were all completely useless but you wanted to look like you belonged.

The only problem now was your hair and make-up. Luckily Hermione knew just the place. After you paid for everything she handed you a business card to a nearby beauty salon. Giving that card would also give you a 5 percent discount, not that you needed it of course.

Since it was only 4 pm now you decided to walk to the beauty salon. Wondering where in the plot of Hunter x Hunter you currently were. The troupe was already in York New and since Shalnark was free to take you out on a date you doubted their plan has started yet.

Which made you wonder if Shalnark was the only spider in town. Maybe you ended up way earlier than the start of Hunter x Hunter. Or perhaps the plot would never happen.

Feeling a headache come up from overthinking you push those thoughts away. You had to focus on survival for now. It might be a simple date, but it was a date with a spider.

A spider with the ability to control your every move if he so wishes. All by sticking an antenna in someone.

Wait…

That made you realize something. You turned on godmode. Nothing should be able to damage you. Perhaps his antenna wouldn't be able to pierce your skin now?

That thought comforted you but you hoped it wouldn't get that far. Right now you decided to focus on getting ready for your date.

Your appointment at the beauty salon was very uneventful. They did your hair and make-up. Luckily they allowed you to change into your dress first so changing clothes wouldn't mess up their work. By the time you were done, it was already 5 pm.

That left you with one hour to kill. Which was the perfect time to learn more about your abilities. You found a remote area with nobody around. It was an abandoned complex. The perfect place to practice your spells.

You started simple by practicing the spell invisibility. You were amazed at how quickly you disappeared. It seemed to stay on until you manually turned it off. Which was good to know. You weren't the best at holding your breath so you were glad that wasn't a requirement to stay invisible.

Next, you tried out telekinesis. Unfortunately, there wasn't a lot around. But the few pieces of abandoned furniture were easy for you to lift with the spell. You didn't feel a thing. You wondered how much you could really lift up.

Using the spell that let you conjure a sword for 2 minutes worked flawlessly as well. For as long as it stayed you swung the sword around like a fool. It wasn't useful to you now, but it was nice to see that it worked.

The spell incinerate was unfortunately still too risky to test indoors. So was the spell Flame Thrall. But it didn't matter anyways. Your time was up. You had to leave right now if you wanted to arrive on time for your little date with Shalnark.

With a sigh, you left the comfort of the abandoned building and made your way back to the city. You took a taxi that drove you to the restaurant. You were lucky you left when you did because you arrived with only five minutes to spare.

When you stepped out of the taxi your eyes almost immediately met Shalnark's. The man always had a smile on his face but when he saw you his smile turned a little too eager for your liking. Perhaps you overdid it with your clothes and make-up? But looking at the other patrons of the restaurant made you not look out of place.

Slowly you made your way to Shalnark. Both because of your heels and the fact that you didn't really want to join him anyways.

"I'm glad you made it, Y/N," Shalnark smiled at you. Holding out his arm for you to hold onto. Seeing as every other couple was pretty much doing the same thing you sighed before holding onto him.

It wasn't too bad, it prevented you from tripping with these high heels.

Ever the perfect gentleman Shalnark pulled out your chair for you. When he sat down in front of you you noticed that he was pretty much dressed the same way when he was disguised as the mafia. Minus the sunglasses.

For a moment neither of you said anything, allowing you to read his mind through the subtitles. His thoughts were surprisingly sweet for a spider.

She looks so pretty. I never thought I could get envy a dress. I can't wait to get that thing off of her!

Wait… What? You reread the last sentence until it disappeared. You were sure your face was as red as a tomato now. Not wanting to read his mind any further you looked away. Hoping he didn't notice how you suddenly got incredibly nervous

"So how was your day?" Shalnark asked to break the ice.

"It was alright until you showed up," you replied with pursed lips. Deciding to not hold back your animosity towards him, it was a good distraction from his thoughts. Not looking at him since you didn't want to risk catching a glimpse of his thoughts again.

But it seemed like Shalnark didn't care. He just laughed. "That's not very nice, Y/N. Do you know how hard it is to get a reservation here?" he asked, it almost sounded like he was pouting. But you weren't going to look at him to confirm that.

"Maybe for a regular person. But it must be a piece of cake for a hunter. I'm sure all you had to do was flash your license at them to get yourself a table booked," you said as you looked around the restaurant. Wondering when the waiter would arrive. You could use a drink or two right about now.

The silence that followed was what made you finally look at Shalnark. Who was staring at you with the same smile he wore when he saw you exit the taxi. Realizing your mouth ran away from you yet again you stared back at him with a wide-eyed panicked look.

"Have we met before? You certainly seem to know a lot about me, yet all I know about you is your name."

"No, we haven't." You tried to think of the right words to say. Would it be better or worse if you told him you know he's part of the phantom troupe? You even knew his number.

As you got lost in your thought you suddenly noticed something in your vision that you hadn't noticed before. Besides your health bar, which was permanently in the green thanks to putting on godmode, you also had a level counter. Currently, you were on level 1. Which made you wonder how you could possibly level up.

"Y/N!"

This time you did look up in time to see him pout at you. It would've been cute, scratch that, it was still cute. But you weren't going to fall for his boyish charm.

"It's not very polite to daydream during a date," he said, his tone of voice making it sound as if he was scolding you. Making you frown. What made you frown even more was when a waiter set down a glass of wine in front of you.

The waiter did the same for Shalnark and you raised an eyebrow at the blonde, hoping he would explain himself.

Unfortunately, he didn't. He just picked up his glass and raised it toward you. Since you were immune to damage now you decided to let loose and picked up your own glass. Quickly you raised it towards him before you took a sip.

When you did you suddenly got a popup over your health bar.

Warning: poison nullified.

For a second you were worried that Shalnark poisoned you. But then you remembered that technically alcohol was poison on its own. From his lack of reaction he just ordered a glass of wine for you. Nothing suspicious at all.

The only downside about this was that it meant you couldn't get drunk. Not that getting drunk around a spider who seemed oddly fascinated by you would be a wise idea, but now you didn't even get the option to. Not without making yourself more vulnerable than you had to be at least.

Feeling frustrated you shot back your wine as if it was a shot. Making Shalnark's smile drop for a moment before he picked it up again.

"Whoa there cowboy, no need to go so fast. The night's still young. We have the whole evening to get drunk if you're so eager," he smiled at you.

You just proceeded to put your now empty wine glass down. Looking around, hoping that keeping quiet would prevent him from finding something else interesting about you.

That was the idea. But the moment you spotted him you couldn't help but ask.

"What's Phinks doing here?" You asked, panic clear in your voice. Where the other spiders here as well? But why? While it was true that he knew nothing about you why did he feel the need to bring backup? You were clearly not a nen user so beating you if necessary wouldn't be a problem for the manipulator.

Your little outburst was met with an eager smile.

"Why don't you tell me a little bit about yourself?" Shalnark asked, brushing off your question with a question of his own.

His nonchalant way of ignoring your question made you frown at him. He, infuriatingly enough, responded with a laugh.

"You know so much about me, don't you? You know that I'm a hunter, you know that I'm part of the phantom troupe," Shalnark paused for a moment to see your reaction. When you didn't react as if this was all new to you he continued talking. "You know Phinks. But yet I know nothing about you. And dates are for getting to know one another right?"

His smile managed to widen and you were wondering if his cheeks ever hurt from smiling so much.

"So, let's get to know each other, Y/N."

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