#Manuel x reader

[free-for-all-fics]

Prompts for Manuel “Manu”, Tenoch’s character cameo from Mozart in the Jungle Part 2. But could also just be Tenoch AUs since Manu gets so little screen time lol. Pls tag me if you’re inspired by any of these and write something, I’d love to read it! 💜 Thanks to @okay-hotshot for helping me with these!

16. Your friends said jokingly "You'll never play the violin again". You find a violin at a flea market being sold for $40 by a sad-looking Mexican man. Some years later here you are, playing the violin for a fundraiser campaign. The man who sold you the violin is in attendance, and a smile is brought to his face when he watches you perform.

17. Manu/Tenoch walks down the street with a violin case in his right hand and a small bouquet in his left.

18. You just bought a new car. You're really proud of it because you worked your ass off to save enough money to be able to buy it. One night, it drives off as if it had been stolen. But as you look, you see no visible driver. But something is left behind that points you towards who the culprit might be. (A ring, a bracelet, a wallet, anything.)

19. “Wait ma’am, nothing was stolen?”

“Nothing, yes.”

“And there was no obvious point of entry?”

“Not that I could find.”

“So how do you know there was a break in?”

“My place was a mess yesterday, then I wake up this morning and it’s the cleanest I’ve ever seen it!”

20. Manu/Tenoch, driving a stolen car, crashes into you, a woman driving another stolen car.

21. One day, your car is stolen. When you get it back weeks later, there are some unexpected modifications.

22. In the morning, you notice your car was broken into. To your relief, nothing was stolen. However, something was left behind.

23. You haven't actually been getting drinks from the guy across the bar from you, the bartender just fancies himself a master matchmaker. What's worse? He seems to be very good at it. What a strange way to meet Manu/Tenoch. But what’s even stranger is that you ended up falling in love and marrying him. Guess you’ll have to thank that bartender.

24. You wake up in some random bed - dazed and in a haze. Your friends are sleeping on the floor, and there's a stripper passed out, partially laying in a giant cake that they must have jumped out of. You went a little too hard during your bachelorette party in your excitement to marry Manu/Tenoch.

25. Short on money you decide on becoming a stripper. You excel at it, and Manu/Tenoch becomes a regular just to see you. He pays for private sessions, but he wants to engage in conversation with you and get to know you even while you’re giving him a lap dance or full body massage.

26. Your date is getting increasingly nervous as you throw back your third drink of the night. Their nerves might be due to them having roofied each of your drinks more heavily than the last. You smile glowingly and say, "I think the bar is watering down their drinks tonight, what do you think?" Unbeknownst to your shitty date, Manu/Tenoch is the owner of the bar/nightclub, but has taken over as the bartender for the night to protect you. When your date’s not looking, Manu/Tenoch has been swapping your drinks out, so you get normal drinks and the drugged drinks get tossed out. You and Manu/Tenoch just sit back and watch the show as your shitty date gets more and more confused. He’ll get thrown out eventually, but you and Manu/Tenoch are having fun first.

27. You are a bartender and it's a boring night. Manu/Tenoch comes over to you and says, "Buy me a drink and I'll tell you a hell of a story". Eh, why not? You have nothing else better to do.

28. You run a pawn shop and an older gentleman just came in to sell a Bergozi violin. A few hours later, you get a phone call from a man who asks about it. You haven’t even finished the paperwork to put the violin up for sale yet, so you wonder how he knows. He introduces himself as Manuel and claims he’s a sort of free range detective who’s been tasked with tracking down the violin. He later shows up in person and explains the situation. He promises to reimburse you for the money you gave the seller, but he also flirts with you and kisses your hand. He tells you that you can call him Manu and uses all sorts of moves to get you to melt and hand over the violin. He’s not blind and neither are you. The mutual attraction is palpable. But you’re still a businesswoman and instead of just taking his word for it, you want him to take you to this orchestra symphony concert that he’ll be attending. He smirks and agrees to your terms, telling you he’ll drop off a dress for you at 7 and pick you up at 9. If the dress and/or car is stolen? Shh, no they're not. But if they are? Don’t worry about it. Just enjoy your date night.

29. You and Manu go on a cute date which includes going for night drives in a stolen vehicle, catching a movie at a drive-in theater, making a quick getaway and evading arrest when the cops try to pull you over, then ditching the stolen car. You run away through the streets and alleys while holding hands. You top the night off by getting mystery tacos off the street and sharing your food. Both of you enjoy the local specialties and are able to hold your stomachs incredibly well, unlike Rodrigo. Manu then uses a Slim Jim to break into another car and you do the wires. He drives you home and kisses you goodnight, or you’re already living with him. Either you’re actually dating, or you’re already married and this is just how you do “date nights” as husband and wife. Up to you.

[riptidelover]

Hermes after delivering Medusas head:

[emmanotfunny19]

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The Winner Takes It All

LMM!Hermes x Reader

Summary:

“devils roll the dice, angels roll their eyes what doesn’t kill me makes me want you more…”

You accidentally find your way into the Lotus Casino, where a certain Greek god takes a keen interest in a game of poker, a sweet deal, and… you.

Rating: Mature

Words: 4,480

A/N:

I wasn’t gonna write this… until I saw some hater saying they’d [redacted] if they saw a LMM!Hermes x Reader fic show up - so naturally, being the disastrous Lin simp that I am, I HAD TO DO IT. After all, learning from the best in proving the naysayers wrong…

A lot of this was written pre-episode, allow it with a few inconsistencies and a lot of research-induced additions!

Mixtape... bloop - https://open.spotify.com/playlist/6v2ZfRamJRh8eP6qOqz4ND

Chapter 1: When The Chips Are Down

Contrary to popular belief, apparently it is possible to get lost in Las Vegas.

You were only strolling the Strip with a group of friends on the last day of your whirlwind vacation, but soon enough you found yourself at a dead end, unsure of what turn you’d even taken to get there. 

Hoping to locate a restroom and some means of connectivity to contact your friends, you beelined for the nearest building, flashily labelled the Lotus Hotel and Casino: upon glancing upward, you were met with the sight of a forty-storey tower, with a wide open entrance marked by a blooming neon-bright lotus flower in front of you. It was the sort of place you would expect to be buzzing with life, but oddly enough nary a soul lingered by the shining silver doors; just stillness and silence, save for the muffled music pounding from somewhere inside.

Though you felt overwhelmingly uneasy, that entrance carried a strange magnetism that compelled you to step inside. Something that suggested all your fear would be put to rest the moment you walked through those doors… or into that flower, at least.

You tucked your hands under your sleeves and drew in a deep breath, before you crossed the petalled threshold into an opulent lobby decorated with lotus plants in intricately designed pots and inviting plush couches around the circular hall. The air conditioning was a welcome relief from the Nevada summer heat, and the whole place seemed to glow in a dark shade of pink. 

You immediately felt an invisible weight ease off of your shoulders as you entered… What had you come here to look for, again?

Right, a phone charger and somewhere to pee. Of course, basic human necessities, how could you forget those so quickly?

Interrupting your line of thought, you paused in your tracks when a tall Barbie doll materialised in front of you, dressed in bright pink from head to toe; upon first glance she looked like some sort of projection, as though she wasn’t real at all.

“Welcome to the Lotus Hotel and Casino,” she greeted you in an almost robotic voice, with a plastic smile stretched across her face, holding out a shimmering green card. “Here’s your Cash Card, have a great time!”

“Cash… what? Do I have to pay for this?” you stuttered, confused beyond belief as you took the card. What was this place?

“No, not a penny!” She shook her head; not a single strand of her perfectly coiffed blonde hair shifted out of place. “Would you like a tour? Here, have a drink. Only the best in the world here!” 

She offered you a glass goblet, filled to the brim with a dark maroon liquid and topped with blueberries, bearing the same eerie magnetism as the doors had done minutes before. You eyed the drink dubiously, brows furrowed as you sniffed it in a futile attempt to ascertain what exactly it was.

“I’m alright, thank you,” you politely declined, “What is—”

But before you could finish your question, the Barbie doll had disappeared as suddenly as she’d arrived, and the moment you sipped the strong floral drink, your questions completely evaporated.

Following your curiosity, you craned your neck and looked up to see endless floors lined with rooms and doors and glass balconies, with a pair of glass elevators in the middle. At this point, you wouldn’t be surprised if the great glass elevator could shoot through the ceiling like something out of a children’s book.

At least there were more people in here, though you were certain they too had just appeared as if by magic; not acknowledging you at all, they milled about in the lobby and outside the doors to the casino, beside to what appeared to be an arcade full of excited children playing classic and modern video games alike. Regardless of age, all the guests were clad in fancy-dress costumes; you figured perhaps there was an event taking place that had its attendees reflecting different eras of fashion. Wouldn’t be unusual for this town, everyone was dressed crazy and after three days traversing Sin City’s myriad clubs and casinos, nothing fazed you - or perhaps the effects of whatever you’d taken at that club last night still hadn’t fully worn off, who knew…

Still in a bit of a daze, you floated toward the immense double doors leading to the Casino, already hearing the jingling of slot machines singing proud over the pounding pop beats as their backing track.

The casino was lit by ornate chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, deliberately dimmed to give way to the bright, flashing lights of the various gaming machines assembled around the hall, surrounding a set of card tables in its centre. Chatter and laughter filled the room and people crowded around the tables, playing without a care in the world and having the time of their lives; everyone seemed to have a goblet in hand and a cash card in the other, not dissimilar to your current state. It was warmer in here, though still comfortable enough that you could breathe… Just about.

You wandered through and your attention was glued to a game of roulette at a table beside you, where a couple had just won who knows what, when you were interrupted by a greeting that you just somehow knew was directed at you.

“Well, hello, there,” you heard in a smooth, low tenor behind you.

You whirled around on your heel to be met by… a guy. Literally just a guy, casually leaning on his gorgeously tanned forearms on a nearby craps table, aimlessly toying with a pair of dice in his left hand as he gazed over at you. He was certainly easy on the eyes with his vaguely familiar but handsome face, a mischievous little smirk on his lips, and pretty brown eyes that sparkled in the flashing lights… There was something about those eyes that drew you in. And for some reason, you couldn’t bring yourself to look away…

He looked like the most normal person in the room, but he seemed entirely out of place, given that everyone else was dressed to the nines - meanwhile he wore a comfy tan hoodie and sweatpants set, as if he perhaps owned it all and subsequently had no rules to follow in this already-lawless land. When he stepped around his table to approach you, he certainly did swagger around like he ruled the place, and his companions nearby looked at him like they worshipped the ground he walked on. Perhaps he was important, but how were you to know?

“You come here often?” he flirted, just about the most awful pickup line imaginable, but you were past the point of questioning why it still sounded attractive.

How had you ended up here, anyway? Hell knew… But this was Sin City, after all; a little harmless flirting could do you no harm, surely… 

“Nope, never been here before. But weirdly, I don’t want to leave…” you shrugged, taking another sip of that strangely addictive drink.

“Sounds about right, Miss…”

“[Y/N],” you offered casually, uncharacteristically not hesitant.

“Pleasure to meet you…” he said with a playful lilt to his tone, holding out a hand, “They call me Hermes.”

When you shook his hand, for a split second you could’ve sworn you weren’t there anymore - when his smooth hand held yours, something akin to a firework went off inside your mind, and you’d put it down to just sparks if not for the phantom breeze you felt just then, a gust that nearly knocked you off your feet.

You couldn’t place what it was, exactly, but there was something strange about this man. He bore an almost otherworldly quality, as though he wasn’t human at all… But how could he be anything else? Come to think of it, there was a similarly supernatural energy about the casino itself; no wonder he fit right in to this weird wonderland.

“What, you got a Birkin in your back pocket or something, Mr Hermes?” you laughed, trying to shake off that odd suspicion, only to be met by his indignant scowl. Even that was cute.

“And what business do you have with my back pockets?” he teased, tucking one hand into the front pocket of his hoodie, to which you raised an intrigued brow.

You shrugged, nonchalant, still reeling from that strange feeling. “Nothing yet, but perhaps I’d like to find out…”

“Obviously I do not, but I could hook you up.” The innuendo wasn’t lost on you, least of all when Hermes smirked, that patented brand of mischief you were quickly growing quite fond of as he swaggered across to the card table; the players welcomed him back gladly. “Care for a game?” he asked, seemingly winning one without even paying attention to it as he rolled the dice carelessly onto the table that stood between you.

As he retrieved the dice, you eyed his hands curiously; they could only be described as pretty, as though he might be a pianist or… an artist of some description. He had his sleeves rolled back and a gold-plated Rolex glimmered on one wrist, a chunky gold chain-link bracelet on the other, and something about that on him was distractingly attractive. It all screamed money, despite his casual tracksuit getup, which would’ve been nothing special if it didn’t look so needlessly expensive in itself. You absently wondered what that obscure tattoo on his ring finger meant, for surely it couldn’t imply he might be taken…

“It’s not like you have anything to lose,” Hermes commented, interrupting your line of thought as he set a few chips down on the table and retrieved his own green Cash Card from his pocket, holding it up to show you. So everyone had them; then, what was the point?

Oh, right. You likely couldn’t do anything with the money outside, so, go figure it was an unlimited free pass.

“I guess I’m in. After all, what you gonna do when the chips are down?” you quoted a challenge, holding your own smug look at the recognition in his eyes.

“I see you speak my language…” he teased, “Even if those aren’t exactly my words.”

“Funny you should mention that. Has anyone ever told you you look a bit like Lin-Manuel Miranda?”

“So I’ve been told! Though, I think the correct expression would be that he looks like me. Same difference, he’s me, I’m him, whatever.” He waved a flippant hand, as if instructing you to ask no further questions on the topic.

“Gotcha…” You laughed, putting this all down to a wacky dream by now as you joined him by the card table. “What is this, anyway?” you asked him, raising your goblet in his general direction. He was the only person here without one, which didn’t entirely make sense to you, even in the logic of twisted fever dreams.

“Raise a glass to freedom… and throw it the fuck away,” he sang with a laugh, “Seriously, though, that’s a little addictive psychedelic beverage called blue lotus wine. If you know what’s good for you, you won’t drink a drop.”

“And what if I already did?”

“Well, then you’re well and truly screwed…” Hermes grinned, mischief dancing in his dark brown eyes. He swiped the half-full glass out of your hand and knocked back the remainder of the wine in one quick gulp, his gaze never leaving yours as he deposited the empty glass on a tray carried away by one of those apparating Barbie waitresses. “And now, so am I.”

He waved over another waitress and grabbed two new glasses of wine off her tray, politely handing one to you. He brought his glass to his lips, slowly sipping at the wine as you eyed his hand wrapped around the glass, absently wondering what that seemingly delicate touch would feel like on you… There was no reason why the simple act of this man drinking hallucinatory wine should’ve been remotely sexy, but you could say the same for him in general; this shouldn’t work, but god damn, it does.

“Was that really the best idea if it’s—” you began, and he quickly cut in.

“Absolutely not, no, but if you come here to forget, you may as well do it right…” Hermes sighed, a momentary flash of resignation in his stance as he briefly let his shoulders droop. “Anyway, whatever, fuck real life. Let’s play?” he offered, running a hand through his dark hair, seemingly shaking himself out of the memory of whatever haunting reality had led him here. As a matter of fact, what had led you here?

“Sure,” you smiled, “What are we playing? I’m pretty sure I saw an arcade on my way in…”

“Come on, there’s no stakes in that! This is where the real fun’s at,” he said with a light laugh, gesturing to the craps table in front of you.

“Speak for yourself. I’ll have you know, I’m amazing at air hockey!”

“Yeah? I’m a killer at the claw machine, so go figure.”

You rolled your eyes at him, “Cute. Shame they don’t have an escape room.”

“Just as well, I’ve always been a little too good with locks… Besides, this place itself is an escape room. Only, there’s no escape…”

“Wait, what?”

“Because… You want to stay, right? What’s waiting for you outside?”

Suddenly, you found yourself struggling to answer his question. Where barely a few moments ago, everything had been so clear, now you could see a hazy cloud inside your mind as you desperately searched for the answer to no avail, almost as though that hallucinogen was beginning to hit hard… 

“Outside? What’s outside? I — I could stay here — You’re… Huh?” you stuttered, “I don’t know where else I’d go.”

Hermes sighed, glancing over at you. “Literally anywhere but here.”

“Sorry?” you questioned, brows furrowed. Had you misread his signals?

“Walk with me,” he offered, and so you obliged as he stepped towards you again. You followed his lead as he strolled on within the confines of the casino, glancing surreptitiously around as though making sure you weren’t being eavesdropped on - though you could only wonder why.

“Alright, I don’t normally do this…” he drawled, “But for some reason I’m taking a liking towards you; and all trickery aside, I don’t take unfair advantage, so here’s the secret. You ever heard of Odysseus and the Lotus Eaters?” he asked seriously; you nodded your assurance. “Well, this place is kinda like their island… Only, now it’s here in the modern world, and what better place for it than Sin City? Hence the lightness in the air and the endless supply of blue lotus wine…”

You eyed him curiously, willing him to go on and trying not to focus on his initial confession. “I guess that explains a lot. So this is… eternal psychedelic bliss?”

“Yep, that good old adrenaline and dopamine rush, forever and ever and everrrrr… Half of Olympus has tried to claim it, but nobody really knows whose work of chaotic genius this was.” He shrugged nonchalantly, not at all like he was explaining such an outlandish concept. “When you’re in a casino, time just seems to work differently - and just like that, time moves at its own distorted pace in here. Lost travellers often find their way into this place, it has that draw when you stray off your path - and that’s why I hang out here, not just to wander astray from my own shit, but to guide you back to yours. I’m not immune to this,” he raised his glass, gesturing to the wine, “But I can handle the air just fine, unlike most mortals…”

“And what if I want to get lost?” you challenged, plucking his glass out of his hand, holding his gaze as you brought the drink to your lips. His gaze remained fixed on you as he bit his own lip, his eyes flickering to your lips for a millisecond as you sipped the wine; thirsty, not dissimilar to the way you’d been eyeing him mere seconds ago.

“Mmkay, lucky for you, I have some semblance of sense about me,” Hermes said, stopping by a poker table nearby, where the players immediately cleared a spot for the pair of you. Entirely nonchalant, he swiped a deck of cards off the table, expertly shuffling it as he spoke, “So win the next deal, and I’ll get you out of here.”

“So if I lose, I’m stuck in here?” you attempted to clarify the stakes, trying not to get distracted as you watched him shuffle those cards. Hell, he had such pretty hands, what else could you do but wonder what else he could do with them?

“Pretty much.”

“And what if I ask for a better deal?”

“Better than having your real life back?”

“Yep.”

“Try me…”

“Okay. If I win, my prize is you.”

“Me? What’s the catch?”

“Nothing. Just, you and me, until not even the gods above can separate the two of us,” you teased, peak dramatic, somewhere between flirting and floating. You could get used to this, the weightless feeling of flight…

Hermes quirked a brow at you, undeniably amused. “Interesting thought, given that I’m… well, not above, per se, but one of them.”

“You’re… what now?” You tilted your head to one side, looking curiously across at him. What in the world was he on about?

He shot you a pointed stare, isn’t it obvious? But it wasn’t, until now… when it all began to make sense, slowly: what this place was, how he knew so much about it, why he had a more heightened sense of awareness despite the inherent hypnotism of the literal and metaphorical lotus flower you’d stepped into… And he could guide lost travellers out. Your jaw dropped as your hand flew to your mouth when it finally dawned upon you who and what he was, and what that entailed —

And out loud, all you could manage was a whisper; “Oh, my god…”

The Greek god in front of you heaved a dramatic sigh, aiming a playful eye-roll in your direction. “Please, like I haven’t heard that one before,” he chuckled lightly, the sarcasm heavy in his tone.

And so you let him deal your hand and you played, stopping every so often to laugh, for Hermes was surprisingly fun to be around and perhaps staying here with him wouldn’t be so bad… Only, this couldn’t be his permanent residence. He was the god of travel, it made sense that he never hung around one place long enough to settle. It was obvious he had a natural charisma about him that clearly worked in his favour more than once; and not that it really mattered, but you absently wondered how many like you had crossed paths with him before, and the past baggage he’d been trying to forget was certainly not lost on you…

He had his right arm slung casually around your shoulder, his left occupied by his cards, not caring if you could see them. You tried your level best to stay focused; for you were feeling a little lightheaded by now, a combination of the wine and the strong scent of his cologne… He was close, enough that you could pick up the gentle sweet notes beneath the woody cedar scent he wore.

“All in?” you suggested, nudging your chips toward the centre of the table, glancing up at the literal god beside you.

“I am if you are,” Hermes smirked, pushing his own ridiculous amount of chips into the pot beside yours.

The game went on; and as if out of nowhere, thanks to a sudden turn in your luck and a surprise royal flush - which if you didn’t know any better, you would’ve attributed to him - you had finally won. Caught up in the daze, you stepped up onto your toes and threw your arms around his neck in an excited hug. He was momentarily taken aback by it, but quickly regained enough composure to gently wrap his arms around you. His soft touch bore a pleasantly startling contrast to his mischievous demeanour, and you found yourself not wanting to let go.

“Well played…” he congratulated you in that same teasing tone as he gently drew you back, briefly glancing at his watch and tapping two fingers against the side of the dial.

Perhaps you would’ve wondered why, but spurred on by your victory and high off the adrenaline, you hooked one finger in the gold chain around his neck and gently tugged at it to urge him closer, until the distance between you was barely a hair’s breadth. You could feel the warmth radiating off him in waves, his intense cologne flooding your senses. And suddenly it didn’t faze you that you were in public, and you paid no mind to the way all his casino companions were frozen around you instead of continuing their games… Suddenly, all you wanted was him. 

Was it blasphemous to lust after a god?

Hell, you could deal with the consequences of that later, for right now, his magnetism was pulling you in and you couldn’t bear to look away from those deep, dark brown eyes… Until Hermes leant closer to you and his soft lips brushed yours as he spoke, barely above a whisper yet you could hear him clearly despite the noise, “Not at all…”

Your breathing hitched, at his comment, at his proximity, at… everything about this. How the fuck did he know what you’d been thinking? 

Perhaps you’d dwell on that longer, but just then he reached up to cup your cheek. Though unexpectedly tender, his touch was white hot where his skin met yours, but pleasurably so as you let yourself get lost in it, in him… He pressed his lips to yours in two delicate little pecks, clearly just teasing, and you just about caught sight of his smirk before you stepped up onto your toes to kiss him again, for real this time. His other hand smoothly dropped to your waist, holding you against him and you pulled at his chain with your finger still caught in it, curling your other fist in the soft cotton of his hoodie.

Apparently, even the gods weren’t immune to carnal need, and Hermes was evidently faring no better than you; he gave in to the kiss quickly, all but melting into you, his tongue swiping insistently at your bottom lip, and you weren’t about to stop him. You parted your lips for him, granting him access instead of prolonging this teasing that had left you both desperate. He tasted of something indescribably sweet, mixed with the rich taste of the blue lotus wine that you’d both downed not so long ago, and you already knew he was a far better intoxicant than any drink you’d find here… As he deepened the kiss, his tongue brazenly tasting yours, borderline hungry; you saw a flash of light behind your eyelids, gripped by the feeling that you were flying, all for a mere moment before you became hyperaware of his heated touch and the fact that your feet were still firmly planted on the soft floral-patterned carpet of the casino.

It felt like time had frozen, the world had stopped around you, and nothing mattered except for him and you and the most perfect kiss you’d ever had…

But somehow, instead of clouding your thoughts like you’d expected, you drew back from his kiss with some clarity. Hermes had told you he could never lose. So why, then, had you just managed to win this? You were no expert when it came to these games, and he was clearly a well-seasoned gambling master… Had the notorious trickster god manipulated the deal in your favour? Had he purposely thrown this away for you?

The glimmer in his eyes only looked brighter as you separated, yet somehow those deep browns looked darker, lust clearly getting the better of him; and he made no effort to hide it, despite his small smile and the lightest hint of a blush on his cheeks. You were fairly sure you mirrored it all, and you were in no hurry to let him go…

Only, as the world began to come back into focus, you realised time really had stopped around you: everything and everyone in the casino was frozen, and you glanced up at the god in front of you with a mix of curiosity and fear in your eyes. “When you said you could stop time…” you began, still in disbelief.

Hermes nodded slowly, meeting your gaze with that characteristic smirk. “Yeah, I meant that literally. I may have had a running out of time crisis once, hence… this stolen life-saver,” he explained, raising his wrist to show you his watch - now upon closer inspection, you realised the hour, minute and second hands all pointed to 12, and he hovered a finger over a button at the side of the dial. “It’s up to you. Want me to bring it back?”

You shook your head. Not only did that beautiful gold timepiece look unfairly gorgeous on his wrist; it also held a piece of magic that could be incredibly useful… “No,” you whispered, “I’m in no hurry. Let’s make this last…”

You tilted your chin up towards him again, and he obliged you with another sweet little kiss. “Well, then… Perhaps I could show you some of the wonders of existing beyond space and time…” he murmured, “What d’you say to that?”

“I say, make time stop for us a little longer. Take me to another world, Hermes…”

The look he shot you just then, could’ve brought you to your knees on the spot - somehow you just knew he was fixated on the sound of his name as you whispered it, and you wondered how he could make you feel that just from a simple touch.

“C’mon, sweetheart; let’s get out of here,” Hermes suggested, offering you an arm; you linked your arm through his as he tapped the side of his watch, resuming the world around you as if it had never paused at all. 

You gazed up at him in awe as he led you out of the casino, back to the lobby and towards the opening of the blooming flower you’d walked in through. The humid summer air hit you both as you stepped outside together, thereby breaking the spell - but you were still captivated by him, regardless. He briefly let go of you to do away with his warm hoodie, leaving him in just a fitted white t-shirt that had no business looking so goddamn gorgeous on him.

You couldn’t help but smile as he hummed softly in your ear, “There’s a place I know in a nearby park…”

Part 2 via AO3 (blasphemous smut ahead)

[verlierer-is-lost]

“It’s so unrealistic that LMM plays Hermes because he’s so ugly.”

Mind you this is how y’all were drawing him seven years ago 🤨

Artist is Szin on YT

[sugakookie78]

Instagram Posts (Instagram AU)

Posts that either you or the drivers post about your relationship.

Pairing: Group 2:

Post 1: Max Verstappen x Reader

Post 2: Esteban Ocon x Reader

Post 3: Logan Sargeant x Reader

Post 4: Juan Manuel Correa x Reader

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maxverstappen1 "Cause you're so gorgeous it actually hurts"

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danielricciardo Yes, Max especially. Ever since he learned Y/N liked her, he's been listening to all of Taylor's music

maxverstappen1 Daniel! That was supposed to be a surprise!

danielricciardo Oops... Sorry...

Y/N.Y/L Really, @/maxverstappen1?

maxverstappen1 Yeah... It was supposed to be a surprise for your birthday, but the cat's out of the bag

@/Y/N.Y/L Photos I get when I say "Estie, smile"

Tagged @/estebanocon

Liked by @/estebanocon, @/mickschumacher, and 14,862 others

estebanocon I always smile with you! :) <3

Y/N.Y/L I love you so much!

estebanocon Love you!

user1 That is adorable!

mickschumacher Estie! :)

estebanocon Mick! :)

user2 Estie Bestie!

@/Y/N.Y/L My workout - Logi's workout - What I looked like immediately as I got home after

Tagged @/logansargeant

Liked by @/logansargeant, @/yourbestfriend, and 15,973 others

logansargeant You looked a lot cuter than I did

Y/N.Y/L Thanks, babe <3

user1 New saying? Couples who go to the gym together, stay together?

yourbestfriend Gorgeous! And I'm glad I'm not the only one who always passed out as soon as I get home

Y/N.Y/L You are too! Yeah, it happens to me all the time

user2 Logan girlies (gn) get more content!

user3 Thank you, Y/N!

@/Y/N.Y/L Dinner date to football games

Tagged @/juanmanuel

Liked by @/juanmanuel, @/yourbestfriend, and 15,972 others

juanmanuel Thank you for joining me. Love you <3

Y/N.Y/L Love you too <3

user1 That is adorable

yourbestfriend Did they win?

Y/N.Y/L Yes, they did

yourbestfriend Woo! I win!

[free-for-all-fics]

Prompts for Manuel “Manu”, Tenoch’s character cameo from Mozart in the Jungle. But could also just be Tenoch AUs since Manu gets so little screen time lol. Pls tag me if you’re inspired by any of these and write something, I’d love to read it! 💜 Thanks to @okay-hotshot for helping me with these!

1. Soft! Dark Mob AU: You're the daughter of another mob boss. You and Manu/Tenoch know of each other, but have never truly gotten to know one another. You ask for his help when trying to get your father out of a sticky situation (your father got mixed into a bad business or is in debt) and that's when Manu/Tenoch mentions your father had come to him before and offered you up as collateral to pay off the rest of his debts. You're not blind and know that Manu/Tenoch is a handsome man and no way in hell are you gonna admit you might have fantasized about him once or twice. After telling you that your father had given his permission for him to take you as his bride so he may take over your father’s business, you ask him what would happen if you refuse. That's when his eyes go dark. Manu/Tenoch knows you don’t have enough money to pay him off, if you even have any money left to your name at all. He looks you up and down, asking you to strip. He says, “You can pay me with your body instead. You may not have money, but you have great assets.” He’ll draft up a contract and have you sign it to make your agreement official and legally binding. if you don’t want to give him your hand, you can give him your body instead. It’s your choice. You can be his wife or his whore.

2. Mob AU: You’re Manu’s/Tenoch’s lover or wife and he owns this high end bar/nightclub that’s like the epitome of luxury and decadence. But despite how much he spoils you, you don’t really wear expensive high end fashion or do anything special with your hair and makeup. You’re very underdressed and “plain Jane” for the venue but you just want to see him. The bouncer knows you so he lets you in, but then some rich people or superficial wannabes are being snobs and giving you trouble, trying to harass you and make you feel uncomfortable or inferior to them like you don’t belong there because of how “drab” you look. This makes Manu/Tenoch mad and protective. They shut up and become real sheepish real fast when Manu/Tenoch wraps you in his arms, kissing you passionately on the mouth and neck, grabbing your ass without breaking eye contact with the snobs, as if daring them to say something. They realize you’re the boss’s woman and try to leave the awkward situation. Manu/Tenoch later has his bouncers kick them out while he takes you up to his private suite above the nightclub to have some alone time so he can spoil you.

3. Street Racing AU: You’re Manu’s/Tenoch’s girl and his good luck charm for races. He never starts a race before getting his good luck kisses from you. Manu/Tenoch takes you for a not-so-legal joyride in the streets of Mexico City after he’s won yet another race, doing all sorts of maneuvers at speeds exceeding 100 MPH. Police start coming after him with their lights and siren on. “I think that police car is wanting us to stop.”

“They are just admiring my beautiful new car. Anyway we can’t pull over.” So he puts the car in reverse and drives backwards, running over the curb and swerving around police. He spins back around and drifts, violating all sorts of traffic laws and weaving between cars to evade the cops. He pulls all sorts of stunts and is such a pro that he loses the cops with ease. He keeps his hand on your thigh while driving to make sure you’re ok, since he knows high speeds can cause whiplash or motion sickness. You get such a thrill from it that it feels like you’re high, so you ride this high by having sex with Manu/Tenoch in his brand new sports car that he may or may not have stolen while your heart is still pounding. He’s there to hold you and give aftercare when the adrenaline wears off and you come back down.

4. Manu/Tenoch knows how to make an entrance. When you meet him for the first time, he pulls up in a fancy new car he may or may not have stolen. Upon introducing himself he says, “I’m either your best friend or your worst nightmare.” When he sees you, however, he’s like “Holaaaaaa 😏” and immediately turns up the charm and flirts, pulling down his color tinted sunglasses to get a good look at you. He kisses and holds your hand without breaking eye contact. “Amigo, are you going to introduce me to the lovely lady?” Rodrigo tries to cockblock him by getting you to leave like “You have lots of emails to write, don’t you? You should probably go do that.” But even after you’re gone, Manu/Tenoch isn’t one to give up easily. He’ll get your number one way or another and then go from there.

5. You’re the new bartender at Manu’s/Tenoch’s nightclub and you know of his reputation, how he’s a player who’s slept with practically every woman who’s worked for him. So you brush off his advances and flirtations to just focus on your job. You don’t want to be just another body to add to his count. You’re surprised at how much he lets you get away with. He’s fired dancers and other staff for less, so your coworkers tell you that you’re his “favorite”. He buys you drinks, but unbeknownst to him, you pretend to drink it from the bottle and spit it back in, never swallowing. Or you dump it when he’s not looking. He’s not discouraged so easily however. What started off as just wanting you in his bed becomes more as he gets to know you and works hard to befriend you. He protects you from drunk patrons who get too rowdy and try to harass you when you cut them off for the night. The “Look, Don’t Touch” rule doesn’t just apply to his dancing girls and strippers. If you get hurt, he personally patches you up. Even if it’s just a small cut above the eyebrow from broken glass. After this event, you finally let him give you a ride home. But nothing happens between you that first night - he just drops you off and waits until you get in the door before driving away. He takes his time with you, because he feels like he’s falling in love with you and doesn’t know how to deal with it since this has never happened before. He’s so used to no strings attached but you’re pulling his heartstrings like a puppet.

6. Manu/Tenoch is the owner of a bar like Coyote Ugly. His business model "beautiful girls + booze = money.” The bartenders are sexy women who dance on the tabletops and drench themselves in water or booze. Sometimes they spray patrons with alcohol or hold them down on the bar to pour shots down their throats. This bar is almost like a rave meets a strip club. Water isn’t allowed to be ordered at the bar, and anyone who does so gets hosed down or a bucket of ice poured on them. Manu/Tenoch teaches his girls wild routines, which includes such antics as chugging alcohol, setting light to it, and then breathing fire. There’s only two rules: none of his girls are allowed to date the customers or bring their boyfriends into his bar. His girls are to appear available but never be available. Break those rules, you’re fired on the spot. You’re a shy newcomer who’s just moved to the city. You're looking for a job, so Manu/Tenoch gives you an “audition”. He looks you up and down and compliments your top, before tearing off the sleeves and bottom hem of it until it’s a crop tank top. He fixes your hair and says, “Let’s see your moves!” You’re very awkward and have no idea what you’re doing at first, but over time you find your rhythm and get comfortable with “performing” while bartending. But then uh oh what happens when you and Manu/Tenoch become attracted to each other and give into the sexual tension? It may be unprofessional to fool around with the boss after hours, but both of you are enjoying it too much to stop. Since you’re only sleeping together off the clock, it’s not exactly breaking the rules, is it?

7. You’re in the middle of an empty parking lot when Manu/Tenoch gets in a fight with Rodrigo, roughhousing him until he pulls a knife on him in front of you as he says, “Maybe we cut this guy open and see what’s inside!” only to immediately laugh with Rodrigo as they hug. He smiles wide at you, laughing at his own joke when he says, “I’m fucking with you! This guy is like my brother!” Manu/Tenoch and you are like a dynamic duo in crime - a ride or die Bonnie and Clyde. For example, he breaks into a car and unlocks it without setting off any alarms with a Slim Jim, and you’re the one to hot wire it. Manu/Tenoch is such a fucker sometimes and you often roll your eyes at his antics, but you can’t help but love him anyway.

8. It’s a cold night where Manu/Tenoch is walking you home and he takes off his jacket to drape it over your shoulders. Manu/Tenoch knows you live in a regular neighborhood and he doesn't want to draw too much attention to you with a sports car, especially a stolen one. He doesn't tease you for being a "good" girl or shy. To be respectful, he either walks you home and to your doorstep or just takes one of his regular inconspicuous cars to drop you off at home. He also doesn't want to make you a target or have people be suspicious of you. He knows if he drives something flashy in your neighborhood, people are going to accuse you of being a gold digger and he doesn't want that to happen to you.

9. Manu/Tenoch would fool around with other women though he loves you, and you know it’s nothing serious with these other women, you just like to play games with him where you also flirt with men or women (whichever you like) to see which of you snaps first and can’t hold it in anymore. He could have a woman in his lap and one on each arm while he’s chilling in a night club booth somewhere and you’re also doing the same. The flirty womanizer is just an act because that's how he was. Maybe that's just how he had to be in order to get his business and his connections. When he was younger, he definitely was a flirt but as he's gotten older he's lowkey tired of the act. He meets you, the shy girl, at another bar where you're a bartender. You're the one fixing him his drink and you're new to town so you don’t really know much about him, so that's when he opens up to you because you're just a stranger, you can't judge him yet. But then you see how he treats the other women bartenders and how he's actually really sweet with them, asking how their families are doing and tipping them generously. He’s sweet with you too and it surprises you, you're not quite sure what to believe when you learn more about his public persona. But then you learn from the other girls at the bar that Manu/Tenoch just puts up a front - he's a regular at the bar you work at and he's actually really soft when he can let his guard down.

10. To make it softer, what if the first night you meet him is yes, you're bartending, but you just had a bad breakup or you went on a bad date so you're feeling down. Manu/Tenoch is more perceptive than people give him credit for, so he asks what's got you down. He’s a little flirty, not with the intention to seduce you, but for you to crack a smile and lighten up a little bit. So you deflate and tell him about the asshole of a guy you dated and Manu/Tenoch tells you that he's seen, met, and worked with all kinds of men. He's older now and tells you that there are better men out there and that you deserve better, encouraging you not to completely block out love. That's how you two slowly open up, and at the end of the night, he gives you a generous tip and his number if you ever want to talk to him or need an escort at night so you're not walking alone defenseless.

11. You just got schooled in a street race and when your opponent opens their car door, you’re dumbfounded. The driver gets out and is revealed to be your past lover, Manu/Tenoch. Oh, so it's to be war then. You see how it is.

12. You’re a prolific F1 racer and have competed in multiple championship races, but you’ve just won the World Drivers’ Championship for the first time based on your Grand Prix points! At the post race interview they announce a surprise guest. You immediately start crying when you see it’s your husband, Manu/Tenoch, who you thought couldn’t make it due to prior commitments and scheduling conflicts.

13. You borrowed your best friend's customized car just to impress people in a car meet but you didn't know it was actually a street racing meet up and you accidentally end up in a race. The performance of your opponent's car is equal to your best friend's car. Regardless of the race’s outcome, Manu/Tenoch exits his car to shake your hand and congratulate you on your performance. You’re so high from anxiety and adrenaline, and he’s so handsome, that you impulsively invite him back to your hotel room in the spur of the moment. He accepts your offer.

14. All is silent in Manu’s/Tenoch’s room as he sits with his head back against the wall, late in the evening. When he listens closely, however, he can hear the sound of you playing a violin on the other side.

15. You walk into a bar. Finding it empty, you go behind the counter to pour yourself a drink. When out of the blue, the bar starts filling up with people, asking you, the bartender, for a drink. Surprisingly, you have experience in food and hospitality, so you manage well under the pressure even though you don’t technically work there. And that’s how you got your job at Manu’s/Tenoch’s bar.

[riptidelover]

Sooooooo is Luke Phillip Hamilton??

[jaimeroyalrobertson]

the band reacts to you coming out as asexual:

levon:

rick: that's great☝️! i'm not really sure what that means haha... can i borrow your car😁?

robbie:

richard:

garth:

[linnamonrolls0]

I love the fact Annabeth pick pockets Hermes... so can you do a reader x Hermes were maybe he taught her to pick pocket and then she pick pockets him to be funny or get his attention?

(I have so many ideas and also none at the same time! Lol I may send one or two more asks if that's ok?)

The Best That You Can Do

LMM!Hermes x Reader

Rating: T / Words: 1,300

You’ll never know why you suggested accompanying Hermes on his mail delivery errands.

The pair of you had spent most of the day flying halfway around the world, and finally landed in midtown Manhattan for your last task: a short visit to Olympus to deliver a disturbingly heavy box. Being by his side, Hermes entrusted you with a pair of winged sneakers similar to his own, and so you’d been able to cross between the realms just as easily under the god’s wing.

To keep things entertaining, Hermes had been giving you a crash-course in thievery along the way, setting you random little pickpocketing challenges and being pleasantly surprised at how quickly you’d picked up his skills, ending up with a box full of random trinkets from every country you’d visited thus far.

It had all been fun at first, but as much as you enjoyed each other’s company, pranks and constant witty banter, being his mail delivery sidekick for the day was starting to wear you out…

See, he took his work seriously. Almost too seriously. You’d tried to distract him once or twice as he’d whisked you from one sky to another, but he’d swatted away your advances and warned you to let him keep focused. But his determination was pretty sexy, and he looked so unfairly attractive in those overalls, you toyed with the idea of getting him out of them… Would a little distraction be so bad?

You’d insisted on stopping for a coffee break before making your way to the Empire State Building, and after rather a lot of convincing, Hermes finally agreed. Now, seated in the passenger seat of his undercover delivery van with your feet up on the dashboard, you nibbled on a cupcake, simply watching him as you sat parked up on the side of the road, while he sipped at his coffee as he chattered away on his caduceus cellphone, tuning out the bickering pair of snakes coiled around it. He looked tired, but still gorgeous as he gave kind but firm orders to whomever was on the other end of the line… No matter how busy a day he’d had, his dark brown eyes always carried that characteristic sparkle that had first got you.

He’d placed his cap on the dash, leaving his hair a little haphazard, only worsening as he wearily dragged a hand through it. You leant over the vehicle’s console and grasped his hand in your own as he finally ended his call.

“Hermes, are you alright?” you murmured, nuzzling at his neck a little.

“Mmm?” he hummed, glancing down at you, only half listening as his phone buzzed on the dash for the millionth time today - you wished that was an exaggeration. “For fuck’s sake… I’m sorry, love, I’m okay. Things have been crazy…”

“I know, babe. Take it easy,” you said softly. You slid across the console and into his lap on the driver’s seat, careful not to knock the gear shift and send the vehicle flying on an accidental joyride up to the heavens. Wouldn’t be the first time today…

Hermes looked up at you, and you willed yourself not to get lost in his eyes. His hands came to rest at your waist and he began on a breath, “What are you…”

“Like you said, it’s been a crazy day, and even a god needs a break sometimes. So it’s a good thing you brought me along…” You placed your hands over his, his gaze following as you trailed your fingers up his arms to grasp the collar of his jumpsuit in your fists. “C’mere…”

You barely caught sight of the flash of hunger in his dark brown eyes as they met yours again, before he caught your lips in a ravenous kiss, and you finally had him exactly where you wanted him. He tasted of coffee and cinnamon and something inexplicably but familiarly sweet; and it took all your willpower not to melt into him, but you were on a mission here.

See, there was only one challenge of his you hadn’t managed thus far: picking his pockets. Every time you thought you had him, he’d whirl around and grasp your wrist between his thumb and index finger, bring your hand to his lips… “Nice try, sweetheart,” he’d smirk, dropping a chaste kiss to the back of your palm, and that was the end of it.

But you kept trying, nonetheless. And while you had him distracted by this increasingly heated kiss in the driver’s seat of his mail van, you slipped your hand into the pockets of his overalls and snuck out his keys from one, his wallet from the other, and into your own pockets… keeping him duly distracted with his tongue engaged in a delicious dance with yours, his hands tucked and bound under your overalls - and he was none the wiser as your hands quickly returned to teasing him, palming him over his overalls in a perfect distraction.

You’d finally done it.

You slowly drew back, satisfied, admiring the sweet, sappy smile on his handsome face. He certainly looked a little more relaxed, and that could hardly be a bad thing… “Better?” you teased.

Hermes nodded, slowly licking his own lips now that yours were too far. “A little. C’mon, let’s get this last delivery done, then we can go finish what you just started…”

He withdrew his hands from under your overalls and instead began searching his multitude of pockets around for his keys to start up the van. You struggled to stifle a laugh as he grew increasingly frantic.

“Missing something, babe?”

He raised his brows at you, evidently having caught on that you were up to no good. “I don’t suppose you know where my keys are… do you?”

You shook your head, looking up at him with wide, innocent eyes - but you couldn’t keep from cracking a smile.

“You little…” Hermes laughed, cursing under his breath as he quickly circled his arms around your waist and patted down your pockets, “Ah, gotcha.” You pouted as he plucked his missing belongings out of your pockets, reclaiming his wallet and reaching around you to turn the key in the vehicle’s ignition, the sudden vibration caused by its enchanted engine sending a shiver through the both of you.

“C’mon, you could’ve at least pretended you didn’t know!” you protested with a playful whack to his chest.

“I didn’t!” he argued, keeping his tone as light as yours, “Not until you smiled, anyway.” You rolled your eyes, shooting that same smirk at him. “But just like that, the student becomes the master. Can’t lie, I’m a little proud of you.”

“Please, Hermes. Your wallet and keys were a piece of cake - as was this piece of cake, actually.” You mirrored his playful tone and your innuendo wasn’t lost on him as you suggestively eyed him up, grabbing the cupcake off the dash and feeding him a little bite. He smashed a blob of frosting onto his mouth and pulled you in for a sugar-coated kiss, delicately sucking and biting at your lips.

“Maybe I should set you a harder challenge,” he said on a breath, flushed from the kiss.

“Like what?” you asked, teasingly licking away a bit of frosting below his lip.

He shifted beneath you, and his innuendo wasn’t lost on you either. “Let me think…”

“Let me steal your heart,” you giggled, “Will you take me seriously then?”

“Oh, that… Stealing hearts is an entirely different sort of trickery.” He winked, “And you had mine long before any of these trinkets…”

You blushed beet red at the god’s bold confession as he shifted the van into gear, hyper-speeding off down the street towards the Empire State Building, your heart racing even faster.