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[satoruhour]

Can I request Toji x reader smut (established relationship) where Toji’s dick slips out and the reader puts it back in?

CAN’T BE OUT A SECOND LONGER !?

a/n: :3 / tagging @jabamin @kizoken @kentophilia @redskyvenus @screampied ✶

warnings: soft dom!toji, fem!reader, reader deep in sub space, slight daddy kink, implied oral (both f and m receiving), sex under the influence, unprotected p → v sex, pussy slapping, breeding / creampie kink, implied multiple rounds, n*sfw under the cut 

it’s simply too difficult seeing toji in proper attire, especially when he’s attending your brother’s wedding in a suit and tie, something he reserves for truly important events like these. otherwise, he’d just be in his sweatpants and compression shirt.

not that he didn’t look good in that — but it was eye-opening when he made the effort to get a suit jacket and waistcoat with a tie that matched your dress, hanging off his arm while you watch your brother go crazy on the dance floor.

���you okay there, doll?” his voice is soft over the booming sound system but you catch the concern laced in his words, knowing you had quite a few glasses of wine and mixed other types of liquor with the groom’s toast. “we can head back if you want.”

it’s all that you want but you want to do it discreetly, trailing a hand down his toned arm to twine your fingers with his. with a turned head toward him, you look up at him through your eyelashes.

“yeah . . let’s. i wanna—” toji isn’t fully sober either, the intoxication contributing to the blurriness of everyone else while your face stays in ultra focus; your exposed clavicle, your pouty lips. he can already feel himself getting semi-hard.

“you wanna what?”

you’re able to walk back to your hotel room, but with a giddy smile and laughter from your throat, pressing a firm hand against your lipsticked lips with a frown.

“no, not while you have alcohol in your body—”

you push his hand away, latching onto broad shoulders and making sure you appear as sober as you can to him, “what’s with a little alcohol, toji? you couldn’t find our floor in the elevator earlier either.”

teasing is your forte, moving a hand up and down his chest, over his waist, unbuttoning his waistcoat — and it’s true; toji’s a little gone as well, asking you a few more times until you’re shaking him by his lapels and telling him to “get naked already!”

that warrants a laugh from toji and he gives into you, definitely more open to drinking with you before you two get it on because he notices how everything just sends his skin ablaze: your mouth around his tip, his tongue slurping up your juices.

toji’s on cloud nine when you sink down on his cock, easing it into your waiting cunt after the many, many minutes of prep. your moans mingle with your boyfriend’s grunts, hyper aware of his hands that wrap around your waist to help you.

“cunt so t-tight, sweetheart, thought i stretched you out enough—” you’re silent, already half gone from the liquor in your body that it heightens your senses the same way it does to toji. with a hand, you guide him into you, whining softly at the small amount of pain it harbours.

“slow . . baby, don’t rush,” his words sound miles away when he speaks, eyes locked onto your bent body and your ass on display as you start to bottom out, “that’s it, you got it— good girl.” he maps out the line down your back, your tilted head, admiring you with one hand behind his head along the headboard; and when you start bouncing when he fully appreciates the high of whiskey.

the way your gummy walls hug his length, the fluttering your pussy does around his cock, the jiggle of your ass once you start moving — nothing compares to your moans though, hands forming marks on his thighs from how tightly you hold onto them. 

“t-toji . . nngh—” incoherent sentences leave your lips, every hump of your hips providing a little friction for your clit. “s’good, daddy . .”

“is it now?” toji hums at the nickname and smiles to himself, admiring the transparent webs of your cum that sticks to your ass and his pelvis. instinctively his hips move up to meet yours, chuckling deeply when you lurch forward and moan loudly at the way he splits you open, so much so that you can feel him against your cervix.

“you just stay there, baby, i’ll do the work,” he grunts out and stays true to his word, planting his feet down just so he can thrust up into you. your body moves with his, eyes rolling to the back of your head and legs spreading even more, but his hips are just too eager to feel your tight pussy around him that his cock slips out with a sloppy shlick.

your annoyed whine makes the other laugh again, but before he can reach forward to help you, you’re helping yourself, looking back at him dizzily and then to his pelvis, feeling around for his cock. you stroke it a few times and tap it against your folds, the dim lighting of the bedroom illuminating your skin and figure so perfectly. 

“oh, f-fuck— you’re giving daddy a show, hm?” he says, words just above a whisper, watching how your hips grind against him. but being turned away from him has you having a little more difficulty, tip slipping out every few times toji tries to ram into you and he watches in awe with every time you glance back at him through hooded lids and lolling tongue.

and every time you’re scrambling back to get his length into you, to trail his throbbing tip along your slit to stretch yourself out, to roll your hips with disgusting squelching noises that emphasised how needy you were.

“tojiii . .” you sob when it happens again and toji’s pleasantly surprised to see you close to crying, eyes welling with tears in frustration. you just want him close, but your body’s already too loopy and too fatigued to hold yourself up so toji pulls on you with a tsk.

“dramatic princess, c’mon, i got ya,” from here you can see just how much of a mess you made — juices smeared all over your inner thighs, cunt still leaking, “but i need you t’do somethin’ for me, yeah?”

you sigh as his arm wraps around your middle and his other pulls on your knee so one leg is pulled to your chest; a good enough position, as long as he could fuck you in it. “what is it?”

there’s a certain pout in your voice that he catches, “help daddy get his cock back in you, baby.”

“but—” 

“don’t worry,” toji soothes you with a kiss to your temple, adjusting you to properly accommodate you atop of body. not that he couldn’t handle your weight, oh, it was something he loved, but he only hopes you know what’s in store from the very first time you showed him how much you loved his cock in you that it almost brought you to tears.

he needs to see your focused face as you ease him into you, see that focused expression fall into pure ecstasy and a long, languid moan leave your lips as you totally surrender to him. you tick all the boxes soon after, reaching blindly for him while you both watch as you rub his pulsing dick along your sensitive clit; the other has to teasingly buck his hips to get your head back in the game.

“need to feel you ’round me, pretty girl, c’mon. don’t waste time,” he rasps out next to your ear, seeing the bite of your lip through his peripheral as you shamelessly whine at the entrance, sounds coming to a halt when you’re halfway through his length, and then a beautiful arch of your back when your boyfriend bottoms out in you.

“t-toji— mmgh—!”

“use your big girl words, baby.”

but he starts moving and you simply can’t, each vein, each twitch of his cock you can feel it with your sopping pussy as the room starts to smell like sex and sweat. toji holds both your legs, now, making sure you have a clear view of his hips fucking up into yours and relishes in how he’s already rendered you speechless.

“makin’ ya feel good? huh?”

“y-yeah . . daddy . . you feel so fucking g-good,” you barely manage to speak, not noticing the slight stutter he has when the nickname falls from your lips, but you do notice when his pace becomes regular and faster, panting out when your hand starts to rub at your clit. every slap of his pelvis against yours is like a reminder of toji’s overpowering strength over you, holding you up so easily, back curved to fit into his front perfectly.

“you feel so goddamn good too, princess,” he breaths out, feeling your rub circles into your clit and his eyes zone in on how his cock moves in and out of your cunt, taking him so nicely and pliantly that he feels his heart swell, “you know i can never get enough of y’r pussy.”

your heart and pussy pounds harder at that, fully letting your head rest along his shoulder while your body rocks limply along with his thrusts. toji can’t resist giving you kisses along your jawline, sending even more shivers down your whole body before he asks something of you.

“slap your pussy for me, doll,” he grunts into your ear and instantly feels you clench, able to feel his smile against your jawline, “so, soo filthy, just f’me.” you nod, each breath you take a moment of anticipation with someone as gruff but gentle as toji.

“now, spank it.” you obey, giving your pussy a few timid slaps until he releases one leg and shows you how it’s done — harsh, rough slaps against your clit that sends jolts of electricity, and your legs shake in his hold. his laugh is just sadistic, but you love every moment of it, even more so when he spanks your pussy again.

that paired with the noisy pap! pap! pap! sounds of skin slapping has your eyes rolling into your skull together with a convulsing body, not even able to give toji a proper warning before his hand lands on your core on a particularly hard spank and you’re cumming with a cry of his name, squirting all over the sheets and gushing over his cock.

multiple yes’s linger on your lips that it merges together into god knows what, “toji, toji— yesyesyes—” and like a good boyfriend, he talks you through until your pussy calms down and your stomach stops heaving, but god, you needed more.

your hips never stop grinding against his and toji takes it as a sign to chase his high, abandoning your clit before he slams into you like an animal, obscene squelches only highlighting how all of your cum was spraying everywhere. toji bites down into your neck and you gasp both in pain and pleasure, letting your body be used by him until his hips jerk.

“want to be buried in this fucking pussy forever,” it’s strained when he says it and groans when your cunt clenches around him. and it’s not long before he’s spilling his load, so thick and hot into your womb. it just fills you to the brim, little whimpers and mewls weasel themselves out of your throat before it’s taken by toji, a kiss that has you feeling like fire. “love my baby’s pussy, love you.”

“l-love you too, daddy,” you say with a giggle before turning your body over and you can feel his cum start to dribble out, eyes cloudy with the wanton need of more before you start to move down.

a swirl of your tongue, a hiss from toji, “and i love his cock, too.”

[toorusmu]

Video Game Lover !! ☆

K. Kozume x Fem Reader, Dom! Reader, Sub! Kenma

You and Kenma were strictly friends through video games. You didn't play volleyball, and were much more outgoing than he was. At first glance, no one would assume you even knew each other.

In middle school, when you met, you were known as better friends, though you're arguably closer now. Back when you were shy, more reserved, you clung to him during social situations. Kenma himself was antisocial, usually hiding behind Kuroo in a similar fashion. But the way your smaller hands grasped at his T-shirt always gave him an Ego "Level up"

Now in highschool, youve both changed your looks, participate in separate clubs, are in different social groups.. But you both find a way to cling to each other. And he still uses video game terms and real life, you trying not to laugh or pretend you don't know what hes talking about.

Not many people knew the Popular girl was secretly a total nerd. Only her loser classmate who always stuck to her side during the school day. But now clinging to you, he felt something different grow and "Level up". No one else had you sat on their lap while you played My Hero Ultra Rumble. They weren't focusing their entire attention on not growing hard when you scratched his scalp from behind his gaming chair. They weren't making you mute your roblox voice chat all of a sudden because cock warning finally evolved into him desperately fucking up into you.

He watched you turn down every guy, many taller, more athletic, and popular than him. You two never had a talk about what you were, but he felt safe when you decided to not even open your locker on Valentine's day. You knew he already had something waiting for back at home anyway.

Sure, probably every guy who'd put a letter through the small vents of your locker would've taken you out, shower you with gifts or praise. Grasp at and beg for your affection. But all you wanted was your seat on your best friends lap, while running around the Date he made in Minecraft for you.

It was adorable, soft pallets, good shading and texturing. He was clearly a good player in every aspect. With multiple references to your favorite animes and interests, it had so much more intention and care than any confession you'd ever heard.

It was a long night, a lot of quiet laughter in the comfort of his room. And eventually, the cool night air of upcoming spring heated between your bodies.

Growing closer and closer, everytime you moved closer to his screen to observe the details, your hips grinded softly back further against him. Even though youd spent almost all day with him, it felt like only a few minutes had passed before he needed his hands on you.

His head fell onto your neck, his breath hitching as his hand tugged on your shirt. "Ohh ? Kenma ?" You snickered, it was impressive hed held back for this long in the first place, but teasing him was just too irresistible.

You hadn't even done anything, but his breath was heavy against your shoulder. If you weren't careful, goosebumps and butterflies would overtake you. "Please.." He whined, hips rolling softly against yours.

You hummed in pleasure, gentle movements warning you up from in-between your hips to your inner thighs. You could feel the distinct bump of his tip through his sport shorts, occasionally pressing directly against your clothed entrance. Like he was subconsciously trying to fuck you as soon as possible.

"You want it off ?" you looked down at at his pudding hair, sprawled across you. You pressed a much too intimate kiss to his head, his cock twitching further and his body gaining speed. "Thats okay, let me get it for you." You moved a bit from him, bringing your shirt, and soon after, bra off of your body and on the edge of his desk.

Your clothing hanging from the space he spent so much time in was driving him crazy. You were so close to him, even if you did this every time, it got hotter and hotter with every visit, and he craved it more and more every time you left.

"Fuck.. fuck yes.." He bit into your shoulder, his head instantly pressed back into it, his fingers now prodding and gripping at your bare breasts. His hips switched from circular movements to quicker vertical thrusts, as if he was directly fucking into you. "P..please can I fuck you ? Ill be good I just fuck.." He gasped, his breath unsteady and higher than usual. "Mmmph.. 'm getting close and.. i.. hah.. wanna finish inside f'you.."

You were starting to get way too worked up too, and you knew itd feel too good to resist if you had him in you. "Of course, baby" You giggled, although you acted cool, he knew from the dampening fabric that you needed him too. But fuck, he loved when you talked to him like that.

You pulled down your shorts and panties, hips momentarily lifted as he quickly shoved down his respective clothing. He was already hard as a rock, his tip slapped against you. "Ohh fuckk.." He gripped its base, quickly jerking it but not letting his hand rise further towards his tip. "Please oh my goddd.." His head fell back, his eyes screwed shut.

You put your hand over his, "Shh.. you're getting too loud.." Usually his parents would be out, but they were enjoying their personal Valentines dinner downstairs. You lowered yourself again, letting your sticky entrance press against his leaking tip.

"Haah.. Fuck!" He cried out, you werent even around him yet, just a touch was driving him crazy.

"Kenma..!" You whisper hushed, usually he only got this way after being properly fucked, and you could shut him up with making out. But from the position, it would hurt your neck way too much, and if you got up for even a second to go to the bed you think hed start actually sobbing.

"Pleaseplleasepleasee.." His chest was falling and rising rapidly against your back, and you suddenly wish you took the time to unclothe him.. wait.. clothe him ?

"Its okay Kenma, jus one sec.. need to make sure you dont get us caught." You took your soaked panties from all the grinded, and turned over slightly to press him into his mouth.

"Nghh..!!" His eyes rolled back. His tongue immediately swirled around it, and while you could tell he was totally moaning louder now, your underwear did the job and muffled it to a soft vibration.

"Good boy.. thats perfect." You heard him practically scream as you finally lowered your hips on him, the praise and your walls sinking into him inch by inch was just too much. The makeshift gag in his mouth turned him on further than he expected, his cock desperately twitching and leaking into you.

"P..pweaf.." He barely mumbled, you wouldn't have been able to tell what he was saying if he wasn't such a beggar.

You smiled, moving your hips up and down slowly, getting used to the stretch. He was making strings of odd but clearly pleased noises, a lot of "hnnngs.." and "mphs !"

After a minute, his hands left your breasts to your hips, his own starting to fuck back into yours. "Oh fuck.. Kenma..!" You were rushing to keep your voice down, but his thick length was forcing his veins against your walls, texture and tip against your gspot driving you fucking insane.

You could hear faint muffles of your name being repeated over and over, a telltale sign he was about to cum. "Come on, Kenma.. hah.. come for me already.."

"Nn..nnghhmmph..!" He whined out, his dick quickly thrusting in and out, drool swept down his chin as he spurted out thick ropes of cum against your cervix.

"S..so good.." You moaned lowly, fucked yourself slowly until you felt your resolve snap. You looked back at him, he looked so obedient, fucked out, with your panties as a gag. His hair was messier, eyes dazed with sweat dripping erotically down his face. It was too much, and before you knew it, you were clenching against him.

Eventually the messy, slobbery in more ways than one panties fell from his lips, and his quieter gasps became clearer to your ears.

Everything felt hazy and dizzy after how intense it was, maybe.. just sitting there like this for a moment longer would be okay.

[wherewritersgotodie-blog]

Knee Socks- Tate Landon x reader

warnings: smut, unprotected piv (safety first), oral (recieving), hot and sweet, the 90s

To be clear, Tate didn't have a crush on you.

When you first met, smoking outside Westfield in between classes, sure, he totally thought you were hot. Definitely the prettiest girl in Los Angeles, including the stupid actresses and models. You were a totally real girl, raw and real and beautiful. But he saw you as a friend.

He never thought about have sex with you. He respected you way too much for that shit-- he wasn't going to fuck up what you guys had. You were his only friend, and even though you were pretty popular, you had confessed many times that you only felt like you could really be authentic around him.

It was true: his bedroom was the only place you could be real.

You'd climb the stairs after school and put on vinyls and talk about Kurt Cobain and Morrissey. All of your friends listened to pop music on the radio. Sometimes you felt like Tate was the only person with any depth in the whole city.

"Why do you hang around Langdon?" your friends would say, “He's a total headcase. Freaky eyes." You wouldn't even bother to respond. He didn't care what anyone said about him. You didn't either-- you got him. That's what mattered.

After you started dating Connor, the captain of the football team, you made less time for Tate. He missed you, but he wasn't jealous. He was happy that you were happy.

When you still came to his house, he was only grateful.

You didn’t ring the doorbell anymore. You just came in through the backdoor, which was always open, and run up the stairs.

Sometimes, you got to his house before him if he had something to do after class-- an errand or a detention.

So, you flipped through his records until he came home.

"Hey, Miss Popular,” he said, "I didn't think you were coming over today."

"I'm always over on Wednesdays," you say with a smile.

"I thought you'd be with Connor," his smile leaves an impression in his cheeks. "Hot and heavy, you two."

You laugh, covering your face. "Whatever!"

His eyes scan you. A Nirvana concert t-shirt, red shorts and white knee-high socks. He bit his lip. You don't see this.

You place a record on the turntable. You sit on his bed as usual. "Today was shit," you say.

"Oh, yeah?"

"Well, Connor says I smoke too much, and I said, Whatever, 'cause it's whatever, right? but then he fucking threw away my pack," you say, rolling your eyes.

"Oh, shit, I'm sorry," he says. His eyes wander to your thighs again. They look really smooth today, he thinks to himself. "Do you want a cig?"

"Yes," you groan, "Please."

His eyes wander your face for a second. He smiles, then hops up and grabs two out of the pack on his dresser, along with his lighter. He holds out the lighter and you take a drag, looking into his eyes. "Fuck," you whisper.

Were your cheeks always this pink?

"What did you do today?" you ask him.

"Eh. I got detention, but I snuck out," he says.

"Yeah? What for?" You walk over to the window, leaning on the windowsill. He stares at your ass and your thighs as you're slightly bent over. What the fuck was it about you today?

"Uh- I got caught making out with Stacy in the locker room," he laughs.

You snap your head to look over your shoulder. "Stacy? Like, cheerleader Stacy?"

"Yeah," it's his turn to cover his face.

"I hate her," you mumble, returning to the window.

"Yeah, well, she's a total bitch. She told Mr. Donnahay that I kissed her, and he believed her, of course, cause he's a creep," he says.

"Huh,” you say. “Well, good on you, you kissed the prettiest girl in school.” He furrows his eyebrows. You put out your cigarette and hop onto his bed. You lean back on his pillows, knees bent, hands folded between your legs.

Your hair was falling around your face in this disheveled sort of way and your skin looked ultra-soft. And those socks, he couldn't stop imagining them wrapped around his back. Like, what the fuck was going on today?

"Why are you looking at me like that?" you say, brows furrowed, eyes wide.

"What?"

"I don't know. Weird," you say.

"Oh, I," he says. "Did you do something with your hair?"

You smile, and shake your head. "No. Are you okay?"

He stares another moment. Your eyes are so bright in the light and your cheeks are rosy and you're looking at him so intently, head tilted slightly, and your legs are open with just the length of your thigh showing and his chest is tight and he can't help it, he closes the gap between you and kisses you intensely.

He expects you to pull away, but to his surprise, you don't. Instead, you wrap your hands around his neck and whimper into his mouth.

Because, whether he felt it for you or not, there was one thing about you that he totally didn't know: you were absolutely, sickly in love with him.

See, you had followed him out to the courtyard when he went to smoke. You forgot your lighter on purpose. You chatted him up about your favorite bands cause you knew he liked them, too. You asked him to do your biology project together because you also knew you'd suggest to study at his house.

You pull his shirt over his head before he even gets a chance to get his hands on you. You pull away to look at him. He puts his hands on hips and adjusts himself to hover between your legs.

"What about my boyfriend?" you whisper. God, you were a good liar.

"Forget your fuckin' boyfriend," he says, diving back into your mouth.

And you always did whatever he said to do. So you forgot your boyfriend. And you let him take off your shirt. You weren't wearing a bra. He stares for a few moments. "Holy shit, why didn't I do this sooner?"

Good question, you smirk to yourself.

He kisses you again, then detaches from your mouth less than half an inch to whisper, "Can I take off your shorts?" It's so breathy you can barely understand him, but you nod.

He takes your shorts off and leans his head down between your legs. He kisses you over the cloth of your underwear and you throw your head back. He kisses you down your thighs, biting periodically, which earns from you a choked whimper each time. He presses his face into your heat, groaning. "Can I?" he whispers.

You only nod again.

He pulls your underwear down your thighs and over your socks.

He runs his tongue up the center of your heat and you groan. He runs circles around your sensitive spot, whispering into you, "Godohfuckbabybabybaby..."

He tilts his head up, wipes his mouth and leans up to look at you. He then traces his fingers down your stomach and presses his fingertips into you. You moan again, and now with his face level with yours, you wrap your arms around him.

He works you, pressing his fingers into you and pulling them back out to circle up, and he repeats that a few times, until you are so worked up that the flush in your face has reached your chest and you are undeniably out of breath.

"Please, Tate," you mumble. You finish on his fingers and he smiles, laughing happily as he falls onto his back.

You take a moment to ride it out, then whisper into his ear, "Can I take your pants off?"

He looks over at you, smiling wider now, and nods. You crawl down to his waist, smiling up at him. He's rock solid. You pull his boxers and denim down, both at once. You're absolutely not surprised to find that he is huge.

You straddle him, and he grabs your hips, then runs his palms up to your waist, brushing your tits, then back down to your thighs. Your body is even better than he imagined.

“For the record,” he says, “You’re way prettier than Stacy.” You beam.

Then, you lower yourself on him. He groans. He's too far away from you. With all his core strength, he pulls his body up at once to lean nearly upright against the wall behind his bed.

You didn't even expect this and it hits your core in the dirtiest way. He pulls your body into him, so your stomach, your waist, your chest are all pressed against his. He forces your head into the crook of his neck with an arm wrapped tightly around yours, the other one wrapped around your waist. You are surrounded by his heat, his sweat. You can barely keep any rhythm now, you're so entirely caught off-guard by the intense embrace.

You're completely overwhelmed and he knows it. God, he knows you. So, he begins to thrust himself off the mattress into you. At that point, you're done for. You're almost embarrassed how quickly you come undone after he starts. "Tate, holy fuck," you whisper. He doesn't even respond. He just pets the back of your hair down, comforting you.

When you pull yourself together, you attempt to roll your hips on him again. This clearly shocks him, because he groans your name out loud. You peel yourself off of him, pressing your hands into his chest as you roll yourself into him. He mumbles a string of incoherence, eyes closed. You can tell he's almost there.

He opens his eyes once more, and you can tell that he's about to come, and he whispers, "Fuck, baby,can'tpullout," he whimpers.

"It's okay," you say, and you feel yourself close again.

And he does it again. He pulls you tight to his chest, almost as if he's trying to make your bodies into one. Does he do this for everyone or only you? You'll ask about this later.

"I love you, baby," he says as he trembles underneath you. One of your arms reaches down to grab his hand and he squeezes it, hard.

When you are both finished, you peel yourself off of him.

"I love you, Tate," you smile. He smiles too, and pulls your back to press against his chest.

That's when you realize that it's definitely just for you.

[jeannereames]

Hii Dr. Reames, I hope you're having a good day.

I've seen the claim several times that Hephaistion's funeral was the most expensive (or one of the most expensive) in history or at least of its time, how true is that? I'm curious to know how much money Alexander spent and how much that amount would be equivalent to today

Hephaistion's Funeral

Making comparisons between ancient and modern costs is tricky because it's not one-to-one. Accounts say Alexander spent 10 or 12-thousand talents on Hephaistion's funeral. It doesn't specify of gold or silver, but silver is probably to be assumed if gold isn't specified. As of today (12/7/24), a gram of silver is worth $1.00, US, and an Attic talent is estimated at about 26 kilograms. I'm using Attic, although archaeologists DO actually know the silver weight for Macedonia in Alexander's reign...but I'm not sure where to find that (without a lot of digging), so Attic will do as an estimate; it won't be enormously far off.

26,000 grams of silver = 1 Attic talent. Multiplying that, we get $260,000,000 for 10,000 talents.

BUT the real question is what will that buy? That's why one-to-one conversion is meaningless. For instance, a cheap t-shirt in the US is under $10, more if specialized or nice soft cotton...but a cheap wool garment (chiton) in Classical Athens was about 20 drachmai or 10 days' wages. Linen was at least twice that. (Why clothes were made at home.) The standard wage for a skilled laborer was 2 drachmai a day. A single talent = 6000 drachma, so a skilled laborer earned a talent in a little over 8 years, if he worked every day, 8.5 if he took off for holidays.

(An article on the cost of common items in Classical Athens.)

So, Hephaistion's funeral (low-end) cost the equivalent of 1 year's wages for 80,000 people, or the entire population of Kalamazoo, Michigan (minus temp college students), and then some. Or you could buy 13 million wool chitones. The entire population of modern Greece in 2023 was not-quite 10.5 million.

Whether that's the most expensive funeral in history, I don't know that we have the data to say...so avoid hyperbole. We CAN say it was hella costly.

BUT I'd also caution that we must take these numbers with a grain of salt--just like the supposed cost of Boukephalas, Alexander's famous warhorse, at 13 talents. Whatever the funeral actually cost, it almost certainly didn't cost 10K talents, much less 12K.

By the Roman era, Hephaistion's funeral had become the ne plus ultra of "excessive grieving" = lack of sophrosune/self-control = A BAD THING. The "moral of the story" was that, in his final years, Alexander had lost it...excessive wealth leading to complete immoderation. IOW, Alexander the Great = Elon Musk.

It's also important to point out that, whatever it did cost, Alexander was not the sole donor. Both people and cities in the empire sent money, some to honor Hephaistion, others to avoid Alexander's ire or to gain his favor. We have no way of knowing what percentages were, but it's worth noting a general outpouring of financial contributions.

There is also disagreement as to whether the whole thing went to his funeral pyre, or to a monument (like the Mausoleum), or to a mixture of monument and pyre. I'll go with door #3, btw.

Whatever it was doesn't seem to have been fully completed by Alexander's own death, 9-10 months later. Diodoros gives us our fullest description, but he may have been working from plans, not the completed structure.

(Sketch below: Quatremere de Quincy, publ. on Magasin Pittoresque, Paris, 1849, available from Getty Images.)

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Slumber Party

Skateboard and Boombox were cleaning up their shared apartment in Playground. Excitement was in the air, both demons were happily waiting for their third partner, Slingshot, to arrive from Thieves’ Den. The three of them had planned to have a big old sleepover after a massive winning streak the three had from previous phights. Skate looked up at the clock with a squint, fluffy goldie tail wagging once he realized what time it was. “Yo Boom! Sling’s gonna be here soon!” He barked out happily, tail wagging even faster as the raccoon demon looked up with a smile. “Hell yeah! I should go get some tunes prepared… Or should we wait for Sling to show up first?” “I think Slingy will be chill with anything, y’know? Slingy’s a pretty laid back guy and all that.” “Yeaaaaah… You’re right. Might pop in some old school hip hop tunes tho. I remember Sling tellin’ me he liked that!” “Oh! Oh! Could you put some rap songs into this super ultra sleepover mix?” “I am NOT calling it that, Skate…” “Oh c’mon! It’s such a good title!” The eyes of Boom’s visor made an eye roll motion as he plopped himself down onto the couch, pulling out his gear and starting to sort through the various tapes while humming to himself. Skate stretched, yawning before heading off to the kitchen. If this was a sleepover then they needed snacks! And lots of them! He opened up cabinets and grabbed out various little bags of snack foods. Chips, pretzels, and some sort of candy treats! His tail wagged happily, gathering up his findings into his arms and heading back into the living room. Boom looked up when all of the food was dropped down onto the little coffee table they had, a soft chuckle escaping his lips before going back to what he was doing. Boom knows how much of a foodie the red demon was and found it kind of cute. Skate was basically Sling’s little “taste tester” when it comes to the stuff he wants to sell in the cafe as well. And speaking of Slingshot… A couple gentle knocks on the front door signaled the arrival of the blue feline demon. Skate’s tail perked up, wagging like mad as he ran over to the door and threw it open, a wide stupid smile spread across his face. “Slingy!” The blue demon smiled and purred as the red demon hugged onto him tightly, swiftly pulling him into the apartment and closing the door behind him. Boom was still chilling on the couch, finishing up the sleepover mixtape as the other two demons were giving their greetings and whatnot. “Hey Skatey, hey BB! Sorry it took me so long… Shuri was being a pain in the ass! I had to help Vine settle him down after he was throwing some little tantrum.” The green demon chuckles slightly, shaking his head before speaking up. “When he is not?”. All three of them burst out into a fit of giggles before all settling down on the couch, Boom being squished between his two boyfriends. Boom slipped the tape into his gear, turning it on and turning the volume down a little. He reached over Skate, dropping the gear onto the little side table before settling back down between the other two demons. Skate and Boom were already dressed down in their pjs. Skate was in a red tank top and some heart-patterned boxers, one that Boom had made some little joke about. Boom was in some cute green and white striped pjs with little slippers. Sling noticed this and got up, stretching a little before heading off to the bathroom to change into his own.

Skate grabbed the remote off the coffee table and turned on the TV, a little hum escaping his lips as he pulled up one of the many movie apps him and Boom had for some reason. The canine demon clicked his tongue and picked out a random movie. It looked like some sort of comedy? Maybe? He wasn’t entirely sure, but it looked interesting so why not? Sling came back out wearing a blue t-shirt and some cozy sleeping pants that had little white paws patterned across them. He plopped down onto the couch, tossing his arms around Boom and pulling him close. Skate’s tail wagged and he snuggled up close, the two effectively squishing the green demon between them as the movie started up. Boom wiggled a little, having to awkwardly bend his arm behind him to grab the big ol’ blanket and pull it over the three of them, making sure they were snug as little bugs in a big ol’ rug! Movie after movie was watched, snack after snack was devoured and drinks were consumed in plenty. Eventually the evening sky gave way to the gentle embrace of night. Empty bowls, discarded soda cans and glasses littered the coffee table as the three demons were passed out, all cuddled up nice and close to each other. The eyes of Boom’s visor had shifted into three little z’s, Sling was curled up slightly with his tail draped over his lap, head resting against the smaller green demon. Skate was snoring up a storm, head tilted forward slightly as he also leaned on Boom in his sleep, a line of drool dripping down from the corner of his mouth. The soft humming of late-night drivers could be heard from outside of the apartment, stars twinkling above and the moon shining down on the streets of Playground. Even if the three didn’t do much during their sleepover, they were able to enjoy each other’s company and rest peacefully within each other’s embrace.

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23)  one muse has little to no experience with sex and approaches the other more experienced muse to teach them. (sounds logical for Cas)

stunned. sam rests back against the headboard of his bed where, moments earlier, he was doing the same thing only reading through the book that was still sitting--now very much forgotten--in his palm. now? that sedaris novel is a forgotten but present weight in his grip. one that jerks his attention towards it when he drops it onto his lap without taking his gaze off cas. he just..kinda remembers that the book was there cause he dropped it like dead weight. forgotten. til it isn't.. mouth open, his head tilts.

yes. cas approached him so matter of fact, as one would expect. very befitting of what one might expect from the angel. blunt and to the point. as anyone would expect castiel to be. just. the proposition that sam now faces was nothing expected. ever. and even though this pause only lasts for a few SECONDS to let the question and the reasoning sink into the younger winchester's brain--he manages to blink. once. twice. cas wants to learn more about sex. has already rationalized dean away and now stands inside his room--door closed--saying he knows sam would be a better teacher. more patient. sorta like how he asked him to show him how to work a cellphone properly. a splash of color dusts itself over the bridge of a pointed nose. spreads over his cheeks but the wide, toothy smile and little puff of air that escapes. says the idea isn't unwelcome. nor is he laughing at cas. he's just.. sam. flustered, in a good way, but understanding.

a color on his skin born out of a pulse that picks up with the images that he has in his head. long legs clad in black sweatpants with their openings loose at the bottom swing over the edge. he picks the book off his stomach and sets it aside on the nearby nightstand. fingers rest on his stomach. pressed against the soft, well washed and worn fabric of a dark gray t-shirt in an attempt to sooth the butterflies that beat their wings against the walls inside. expression soft as he comes to stand in front of cas, long fingered hands lift and cup both of cas's cheeks. fingertips graze over his cheekbones then spread until he's able to guide his head back just enough that when he leans in their noses touch.

"you're sure you want this from..me," he asks in the dark space between them. warm breath moving over cas's mouth. sam brushes their noses together, presses a kiss to the corner of the angel's mouth and feels fireworks go off in his chest. okay. okay. that's.. okay. wow. a crease of discovery forms between his brows. "tell me what you want to learn.." sam's seen and done a lot of surreal things in his lifetime. surreal's sorta what they do. but this? this is a whole new brand of it..and be damned if it barely feels real. yet. ULTRA REAL all at once.

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1 ) he has SUPER bad sensory issues , thats why he hates wearing clothes . though , hes found he likes cottony or soft things if he has to wear them . he especially hates long sleeves or pants . they rub against his arms and legs wrong when hes trying to get bad guys . DUHHH ! also , when he cannot wear his cape and he ' s supposed to be masking ( and does it horribly ) , he wears this one large red t - shirt . its soft , almost velvety . his ultra favorite . good texture ^_^

2 ) he has bandaids EVVERYYWHERE . hes super duper clumbsy and doesnt pay attention to his body much !! gets booboos easy :( poor goober !

3 ) back when krupp originally became captain & they began sharing a body , captain got upset with the mullet . the moment krupps partner edith passed , captain cut it all short and does it every time it gets too long for his liking . he threatens to cut it all off if krupp doesnt go to the barber and get it short again . if it werent for him , krupps hair would have been DRAGGING on the GROUND . rapunzel era !

4 ) krupp has always had extra canines that poke out when he smiles , which is why theyre never seen as much . captain is a smiley little goob so theyre almost always showing . why bro so :3

5 ) he LOVES the pool . hes not allowed in the water for obvious reasons but he loves sitting in his floaty with a reason to be in only underwear . krupp does not appreciate this . he almost always gets soaked because captain forgets and tries to jump in the water . poor critter , he just try have fun :[

ok ummm you can request any if youd like :3 im just spitballing GAHH i love you caprain underpant3s . .

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The Path I Chose | part two

Summary: I'm a freelance CIA agent. That's not really a thing but that's what I call it. I'm working for a woman named Kate laswell on some off the books investigating. We've been searching for Information on a child trafficking ring that has connections to ultra nationalist groups through europe. I don't get to know the details, but I know enough to do my job. I know what I'm doing is dangerous, but I'm staying away from the worst of it, Right?

Content Warning: This is going to be pretty dark cannon typical violence and all that, some implied SA, and forced proximity I guess? so no minors and read at your own risk. Also there will probably be sex cause I'm a perv

Somebody is talking, an urgent tone present. It's not a voice I recognize and I can't quite make out what they are saying. Another voice joins in, someone closer to me, I think I've heard that one. I try to focus on what I can hear in a half asleep state but it's difficult. Exhaustion scatters my thoughts as voices fade

I startle awake, eyes opening, as pain sears through my arm. We're in a car or van or something. I'm sitting on ghosts' lap with his arm holding me still as the other man who saved me pours something over the nasty gash in my thigh. It burns worse than it did when I got it.

I scream in my head but it comes out weak, like a muffled sob.

"Shhh, it's alright" the man called ghost says, "it's ok love, you're ok" he repeats, moving his hand up and down on my back.

The sleeve of my shirt is ripped open with careful hands. A particularly deep cut on my bicep that's pain had become unnoticeable, once again sears as whatever it is that they're cleaning it with is poured down my arm. I cry out and jerk away.

"Be fucking careful soap" the man holding me barks. A mumbled "sorry" is all he gets in response as the conversation happening around us continues. He turns his attention back to me and again repeats that everything is ok. I feel weak from the pain, and consciousness slips away.

I wake up again to the sound of running water and a whispered "I'm sorry love, we have to get you clean or you could get an infection, you're ok, I'm sorry." My eyelids flutter open and closed, and I try to move my legs. Water sloshes over my belly and I realize I'm in a bathtub, being washed. Fear and adrenaline shoot through me.

"No, what's going on" I strain my voice, trying to get the words out but they are quiet and mumbled still. "It's ok, you're safe, it's alright." I try to lift my arm but a big hand pulls a half wet towel back over me. I hadn't realized that I was covered and I feel some relief knowing that he isn't looking at me completely naked, even though he's probably to one who undressed me. Ghost, I believe. Weird name but whatever.

"Almost done, can you hear me?"

I nod yes and that's all I can think to do. I'm scared but I think I'm ok. It's hard to tell, but I think this man really is just trying to help me. His words soothe me as the water runs over my wounded arm, the towel being carefully lifted to expose it.

"Watch it Lt. If you keep talking all sweet to 'er like that I'll start to think you've gone soft"

My eyes shoot to the man over ghosts' shoulder. I hadn't even noticed that he was here. I'm glad to see him averting his eyes, looking at the ceiling. What did they call him? Something strange, I can't remember. My face flushes red and I look at ghost. His face is covered in a black balaclava with a skull painted on it but I can see his eyes. They are lined with black paint, but the light color of his eyelashes contrasts it. He has brown eyes. That's all I can think right now, too overwhelmed by what's happening. I've never been bathed by another person, let alone two strange men, but I'm oddly calm for being in such an uncomfortable situation.

The bathtub sits in the corner of a small bedroom. The room looks old, but clean, a small lamp on the nightstand illuminates it with a soft orange glow. The ceiling and walls are wood, and I figure we're in a cabin. The water is warm and there is electricity so it can't be too off-grid but it's northern Europe, possibly Russia so I really only have a vague estimate of where we are in the world. I could have been asleep for hours on the way here and I didn't look outside at all so we could be anywhere. I don't think I would have woken up if we got on a fucking plane.

"What's your name?" Ghost asks as he runs his fingers through my damp hair, trying to be gentle as he combs out the knots.

"I need water." I state

"I'll get you water, what's your name?" he doesn't move, eyes fixed on mine. I look away.

"Jane"

"Good. Johnny, get Jane some water." Johnny picks up a bottle from the nightstand and hands it ghost, who unscrews it and brings it to my mouth. I drink for a while and when I'm satisfied I move my head back. He puts the bottle down and grabs a fresh towel and some folded clothes sitting on a stool by the tub.

"We'll get you dressed now and you can sleep"

"No, wait, who are you? Where are we?"

"It's alright, we work with your boss, Kate laswell. We came to get you, and some information, we work with her often."

"Can I talk to her, please?"

"No" he says "not right now, we have a debrief with her in a half hour but you don't have the clearance to be there. We will talk about what comes next after you rest."

I think about how I got into this situation to begin with. The conversations I had with Kate that led me to getting interrogated by terrorists. It all seems so far away, like that was years ago. I'd assume the drugs they were giving me haven't worn off by how hard it still is to focus on remembering things and the timeline of how I got here.

"O-ok" I try to be strong but I really wish I could talk to someone I know. Someone who could get me on a plane back home. I'm done. Ghost carefully removes the wet towel and covers me with the dry one. A few tears fall down my face, despite my best efforts.

"Arms up" ghost says, wrapping the towel around my chest. He grabs a T-shirt and helps me lift my arms, sliding it over my head. "Stand up, I've got you." His voice is soft. Softer than anything I've heard in a while. It feels natural, the way he slides his arm behind my knees and scoops me up out of the tub, easily. You'd think his stature would make me nervous, but right now, when he's being as gentle as he can, slowly helping me into a pair of sweatpants while I lean over his shoulder to keep upright, I feel sort of safe. And very tired, I've been so full of adrenaline and fear for so long that my body can no longer keep up.

I'm carried to the bed and set down on wonderfully soft pillows that I sink into without hesitation. I'm covered in a thick cotton quilt, soft with age and smelling like fresh linen and a hint of smoke. I sigh deeply and my eyelids droop.

"We'll just be in the other room, get some sleep"

"Ok" I say, sounding a bit less sad this time.

[quinloki]

Hey Quin!

May I ask Smoker after hours? 💕

Smoker

After Hours Role: Reluctant Regular

After Hours Attire: Despite everyone knowing he’s a marine, Smoker doesn’t attend the club in his work clothes. He tends to dress casually, but maybe he doesn’t realize how tight those t-shirts are, or how the soft cotton manages to accentuate his impressive frame. Comfortable pants “complete” his look, along with some work boots. The jitte is left at the door, as the club has a strict no weapons policy, even among its staff, and the exceptions are ultra rare.

It's not tangible attire, but Smoker always smells nice – I imagine he puts on Cool Water for Men™ before coming into the club.

After Hours Vibe: Smoker’s job requires him to keep tabs on the club, and so he frequents it far more than he would if left to his own devices. The hosts/escorts love to get him when he comes in – he’s polite, he’ll carry on a good conversation, and he tips consistently. He rarely, if ever orders addons, and he never takes any of the escorts into private areas.

From the owners down to the Kitchen Staff, everyone knows why he’s there. He even gets a Marine Discount, offered to prove the business’ acceptance of him and his role. Over time he’s become a little protective of the staff and business, even though he never seems to fully relax around or trust anyone associated with it.

Tag Line: “Step out of line and it can all go up in smoke.” (it’s so punny it’s awful).

Dom/Sub/Top/Bottom: Not strictly applicable, but Smoker’s got strong Daddy Dom vibes.

Kink Preferences: Brat Taming, Forced Orgasms, Breeding, Dom/sub dynamics (collaring, service, general bdsm activities).

Host Club AU Head Canon Event

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College/University Roommates Masterlist

a home for two (ao3) - watsonmj (divineauthor) mj/peter T, 3k

Summary: MJ can’t count how many times Peter has shown up in her dorm.

Peter and MJ become unintentional roommates. They’re also incredibly in love with each other.

A Little Larceny (ao3) - checkmate bucky/tony T, 5k

Summary: Bucky has a bit of a thing for his roommate, but Tony is far too busy setting him up on blind dates with other people to notice.

California king (ao3) - withered bucky/tony T, 1k

Summary: Bucky should be used to Tony ending up in his bed.

cross your heart (ao3) - softnslow mj/peter, ned/betty T, 6k

Summary: God, he's so pretty.

His eyes dart from the textbook to his journal, and his head is lowered so a brown curl droops down from his forehead. His dorky T-shirt is hiked up slightly so it reveals- his stupid perfect six-pack, damn. 

The soft glow of the lamp outlines his sharp, perfect jawline to his pretty boy features.

MJ looks back down, biting the inside of her cheek.

She's crushing so hard on Peter. A nerd. A dork. A really hot, cute, awkward, pretty guy. 

--

or, a sweet roommates au featuring babysitting morgan stark, snowball fights, and study sessions.

Death and the PhD (ao3) - buckybarnesdeservestobehappy (hutchabelle) steve/bucky T, 3k

Summary: PhD student Bucky Barnes loves his research on Thanatos, the Greek god of non-violent death. So wrapped up in his studies that he doesn’t realize someone’s stalking him and his roommate Steve who’s come to mean more to Bucky than only someone who resides in his apartment, he’s forced to find the courage to resist when he comes face-to-face with his stalker.

Education is the key (ao3) - SrebrnaFH G, 1k

Summary: Steve Rogers is rescued from the ice earlier than in the MCU timeline and Army decides he needs to complete his education.

Howard Stark suggests MIT. Guess who is going to be Steve's roommate... Or roommates.

for all of the perfect things that i doubt (ao3) - spoondrifts loki/mobius, valkryie/ravonna T, 6k

Summary: Mobius M. Mobius, age twenty-three, philosophy major, isn't sure what to make of his new roommate. Especially considering that it's three months into the semester and he hasn't even seen the guy yet.

Home (ao3) - Pandagirl86 tony/bruce T, 4k

Summary: It's been a long time since Tony's felt at home.

In This Together (ao3) - i_buchanan bruce/tony E, 62k

Summary: Bruce was pretty sure that he was going to be the youngest person at MIT. He didn't realize that honor actually went to his roommate, the already-infamous Tony Stark. Granted, the child prodigy turns out to be nothing like he expects, for better or worse, and Bruce figures that they just have to make it work. Besides, it should only be for one semester, right?

Or, the fic where they live together, move out together, and eventually get together.

Let Me Love You (ao3) - inclinedtoarson mj/peter M, 3k

Summary: Peter is Michelle's best friend, and Michelle is his. He is always there for her on her worst days, and now that they're roommates she's spent a lot of nights confiding the deepest parts of herself with him. There's no one she trusts more in the world, no one who knows her better. So when her boyfriend just up and leaves, MJ is glad Peter is there to tell her she's beautiful and valuable and that he's there for her. He'll always be there.

Marvel Collegiate University (ao3) - Ultra bucky/natasha, pepper/tony, steve/peggy T, 48k

Summary: What if all the Avengers were ordinary human beings who just attended college together?

Oh where do we begin (ao3) - steveandbucky steve/buckt M, 24k

Summary: Halfway through his third year of college, Steve Rogers rents out the spare room in his apartment to make living close to campus more affordable. At first sight his new roommate, Bucky Barnes, seems to be the stuff dreams are made of, but living together turns out to be a nightmare, and the academic year is a lot more adventurous than either of them expected, as they slowly turn from enemies to friends to lovers.

Painterly (ao3) - avintagekiss24 steve/bucky E, 8k

Summary: Steve's entire semester hinges on the art project that Bucky just kinda, sorta put a hole in.

save, saving, saved (ao3) - firebrands steve/tony G, 1k

Summary: simple joys, or: tony exhausting himself trying to help literally everyone and steve tutting and making him noodles

Smart Enough (ao3) - AuroraWest loki/stephen T, 3k

Summary: Loki has never been smart enough to keep his mouth shut around people who don't like him. When he gets beat up by the university rowing team (seriously?), his roommate insists on helping with the injuries.

At least Loki is smart enough not to fall for his roommate, despite Stephen's crooked smile and floppy hair. Right?

some days i'm lonely (and some days i'm not) (ao3) - wittepain peter/harley T, 77k

Summary: Harley turns eighteen in a day, graduates in two weeks, and despite all of the questions now being thrown at his head, he has absolutely no direction in life.

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or, it takes leaving everything he's ever known for harley keener to finally learn how to love and be loved.

Surprise! (ao3) - Ray_Day peter/harley T, 2k

Summary: Harley and Peter are dating and are roommates in college. Neither of them knows that they know Tony Stark (Though on Harley's end, he just doesn't connect the dots).

So when Tony shows up for a surprise lecture for their shared class, neither of them know what to do.

The Loveliness of Loving You (ao3) - ElisabethMonroe sam/bucky E, 4k

Summary: Staring SamBucky, featuring: Valentine's Day ✔️ Baking Cookies ✔️ Lingerie ✔️ Mutual Pining By Friends With Benefits ✔️ And They Were Roommates ✔️

The One With The Haus Party (ao3) - neversaydie steve/bucky, natasha/sam, past steve/tony, bucky/pietro M, 8k

Summary: Sam ends up giving Mr Five-Feet-Five of Cock-Deprived Fury a piggyback home, mainly because he's too drunk to protest being carried and Sam would like to get home before the sun comes up this time.

"I hate Bucky." He's been grumbling about Barnes for the entire walk. There's a thin line between love and hate, Sam supposes, and apparently that line is someone else's dick in Bucky's mouth. "Fucking… gonna call him Fucky from now on."

"He'll like that." Sam points out, shifting Steve's weight to get the bony knees out of his ribs. He'd better get some good karma for this shit, he wishes he didn't have such a strong conscience that he can't knowingly let this guy sleep on a sticky frat house floor for the night. He's way nicer than his messy friends deserve.

"Gonna call him fuckface then. Fuckface fucking Barnes. Sucking all the dicks. S'not fair, where's the dicks left for everyone else?!"

[the gang go to a house party at a hockey frat, mistaken identities and inadvisable drunken behaviour abound, and Steve is a Hot Mess]

The Rift (ao3) - seapigeon steve/bucky M, 53k

Summary: Steve Rogers is used to things going wrong. He's had poor health and bad luck his entire life. He's not really sure why he thought witchcraft would be any different. Maybe because he didn't believe it was real...?

Turns out, it's all kinds of real, and now he has a ghost in the attic, a mystery to solve, and a huge crush on his roommate.